Uh oh! Looks like not everyone read my last post! Hey, @RokkuHoshi, the windows exiting the library are barred and Almaniac has disappeared! Maybe you should spend some time interacting with your fellow players instead? Don't worry, she'll reappear again! :)
Invader Len Member
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STATUS: Wow it's been a long while since I was last on. I'm gonna have to update a lot of stuff. 4 yrs ago
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Wow it's been a long while since I was last on. I'm gonna have to update a lot of stuff.
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Lifetip: Don't forget to eat for 2 days, then drink 44 oz of coke at the movies. I don't feel too good, Mr. Stark.
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Finally finished editing that transcript. At this point the only person I'm rooting for in this case is the judge.
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"Boy I sure am feeling harassed after I bullied someone else and people pointed it out to me"
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"A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making the truth itself appear like falsehood." - William Shenstone
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I'm a 24 year old college student with a "tragic past" and a series of flunked schools and medical bills. Roleplaying has been my one escape from a harsh reality while growing up, and I really appreciate this site and everyone on it.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
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No problem! I liked your post, Leslie!
Alright everyone, you can spend some time milling around, talking to your teammates, coming up with your hero names. The Almaniac will be somewhere at one of the monuments in DC, which I will reveal at my next post on saturday. So for now, have fun playing!
Alright everyone, you can spend some time milling around, talking to your teammates, coming up with your hero names. The Almaniac will be somewhere at one of the monuments in DC, which I will reveal at my next post on saturday. So for now, have fun playing!
But how is he going to respond to loud music? There will be plenty of that in this next location.
That will be something to write! Andy has never heard music before, so I imagine his response will definitely be something special!
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Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0
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New bitch: If I kick somebody from an RP, and they bring in their friends/family to try and strong-arm me into letting that person back in, what the fuck do I do? I'm trying to stay polite and professional, but to be perfectly honest, I'm mad as hell. I feel like I'm being threatened by this person, who keeps cussing me out and treating me like I'm the worst person ever for kicking a player, who wasn't even following the rules about god-modding, for christ's sake. I feel like I was well within my rights for kicking them, my Co-Gm and other players agree, so why is this person putting up such a huge deal by bringing in other users to harass me? I've asked them to stop, but they just keep on messaging me and arguing with me? Is there a way to make them stop, like a block button I'm unaware of? Do I just ignore them until they go away? I'm really concerned that if I do that, they might come into my thread and start posting their hate and scare players away. I've never seen any reaction like this to a player getting kicked, even though I had a myriad of reasons to kick them, including god-modding, combat hogging, and sharing private messages with other players. Frankly, I'm pissed and baffled, and more confused than I've been since the teen titans reboot.
Note: The person harassing me is a total stranger, has never been a part of any of my RP's, and now certainly never will be.
Note: The person harassing me is a total stranger, has never been a part of any of my RP's, and now certainly never will be.
Andy is gonna have some fun discovering what an echo is. XD
No problem, Leslie! This isn't a fast paced RP (as the fact that I took well over a week to get a long overdue post up is evidence of), so feel free to post at your own pace. ^^
Also, I'd like to thank Errorist for being a trooper and being the first volunteer to be thrown into a bookcase. You get a trophy, Errorist.
Also, I'd like to thank Errorist for being a trooper and being the first volunteer to be thrown into a bookcase. You get a trophy, Errorist.
Andy looked up as he heard an unfamiliar voice, spotting another man, older than him, coming down the hallway. He pulled the barbed tendrils further back, allowing someone of his size to come through. He grit his teeth as the caltrops dug into his hands again, but bit his tongue. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the fire.
Once the two were finally through, he stepped back, allowing them both room to heal on the cool marble. He offered them both a silent smile of sympathy. They all knew what each other had been through, but they had all made it through. They now all shared that bond of surviving this torture, the pain they had come through. From the room of blind and deafness, to the maze of memories, and now the hallway of hell. For a fleeting moment, Andy thought this would make one hell of a comic book.
The little girl flung her arms around the older one, hugging her tightly, before introducing herself as Camilla. She pronounced his name as "Anhy", and he flushed red in color, remembering his mistake in speech. He fished his notepad out of his pocket, quickly finishing his introduction, before turning it around and showing it to the others.
"Hello. My name is Andy Jones. Please forgive my silence, as I have not learned to speak. I am- or was- a deaf-mute from Oklahoma. I don't know what year it is, but last I checked, it was 1980. It's nice to meet you all."
After holding his sign up long enough for them all to read it, he looked towards the ominous looming door on their end of the hall. He felt a primal surge of dread all up in his being, worried that whatever was through this door might be worse than the horrors they had all just faced. But there was no way back now. He couldn't return through the barbed hallways even if he wanted to. He wasn't strong enough to do it a second time. So he swallowed his fear, turning the pad around and flipping the page, writing again.
"So... I guess the only way to go now is through there."
Once the two were finally through, he stepped back, allowing them both room to heal on the cool marble. He offered them both a silent smile of sympathy. They all knew what each other had been through, but they had all made it through. They now all shared that bond of surviving this torture, the pain they had come through. From the room of blind and deafness, to the maze of memories, and now the hallway of hell. For a fleeting moment, Andy thought this would make one hell of a comic book.
The little girl flung her arms around the older one, hugging her tightly, before introducing herself as Camilla. She pronounced his name as "Anhy", and he flushed red in color, remembering his mistake in speech. He fished his notepad out of his pocket, quickly finishing his introduction, before turning it around and showing it to the others.
"Hello. My name is Andy Jones. Please forgive my silence, as I have not learned to speak. I am- or was- a deaf-mute from Oklahoma. I don't know what year it is, but last I checked, it was 1980. It's nice to meet you all."
After holding his sign up long enough for them all to read it, he looked towards the ominous looming door on their end of the hall. He felt a primal surge of dread all up in his being, worried that whatever was through this door might be worse than the horrors they had all just faced. But there was no way back now. He couldn't return through the barbed hallways even if he wanted to. He wasn't strong enough to do it a second time. So he swallowed his fear, turning the pad around and flipping the page, writing again.
"So... I guess the only way to go now is through there."
One, two, three, four, five. Five miraculous users, almost all of them. From where he stood in the science building, all the way across the school, Clair felt a twinge of smug satisfaction. Badger, Raccoon, Spider, Armadillo, and Eagle. The only one missing was Dragonfly, but they could be found easily enough. He closed the door to the science lab, locking it and blocking the door. He'd be safe in here, everyone would be too busy looking at his puppet. Watching the destruction that ensued.
The science room was an excellent location. It was remote, connected to the rest of the school through one lonesome hallway. The school building was shaped like a T when viewed from above, with the library on the other end. This room in particular had tall windows covered in canvas curtains, preventing onlookers from peering within. There was a constant battle raging over whether or not to destroy the 100-year old chalkboard and replace it with a new electronic white board, and so for now, the chalkboard stayed. So the room was rarely used, only twice during the morning periods. For the rest of that time, it was locked. But Clair had already planned that morning that no matter who he found to possess, this room would be his head quarters.
Breaking into it had been pitifully easy. He had gone to the second period class to ask the teacher some questions about his future science choices, and slipped a piece of scotch tape over the locking mechanism. The door would click like it had been locked, but the lock itself would still be jammed back into the door. After that, it was an easy matter of slipping inside amidst the chaos at the library. With so many people running away, no one would take notice of one boy slipping into a classroom. From there, is was a simple thing to remove the tape, let the door lock, and then bar it with a chair. If he was caught, he could always claim innocent and say he was hiding from the monster. Not that he ever intended to be caught, though.
He thought about waiting to see if the Dragonfly miraculous would show, but as the Raccoon wrapped her whip around Almaniac's wrist, he decided against it. She was becoming cornered, if the next phase of his plan was to be successful, he needed her out in the open. With that in mind he closed his eyes, reaching out to Almaniac. It seemed his puppet needed some hands on help from her master.
As the various heroes all gathered around her, the Almaniac grew suddenly still. Books dropped from where they flew through the air, hitting the floor with a clatter. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, all seemed quiet. The whistling of the air stopped, along with her laughter. For a moment, it seemed like all was well.
That moment soon passed.
The Almaniac opened her eyes once more, their red glow even stronger. The books picked themselves up off he ground, continuing their gyroscopic spins even faster now. She smiled, but there was something off in her smile, something foreign. If Ms. O'Neil seemed off before, she was completely alien now. There was something in her stance, in her smile, in the cold, sadistic gleam in her eye, that did not belong to her at all. They belonged to someone else entirely.
The unknown cold eyes scanned over all the heroes, the unknown smile growing only wider. When she opened her mouth and finally spoke, the voice was her voice, but the words very clearly not her words.
"So these are the heroes of this generation. How very quaint. You know, you're quite right. It is very inappropriate to be doing this to a library. So let's find a better place, shall we?" she asked, her eyes focusing on the Raccoon. With a sudden lash of her arm, she swung Corrine up and into the air, sending her flying, along with her whip.
Raising her arms and accelerating the books gyroscopic rotation, The Almaniac floated above the ground, before lifting up the tables nearby, using them to shield herself from any attacks the heroes might launch. The windows rattled in their panes, before finally bursting free of them, making way for her escape. With a few timely leaps, she leapt through the window, floating out high above the parking lot. Then, with a flick of her wrist, the tables flew to the windows, barricading them with untold strength and preventing them from following her.
"Lets make this a fight that everyone can see. I'll be seeing you "heroes" very soon." she called. And with a flick of her wrist, she floated higher, heading towards the Jefferson Memorial.
The science room was an excellent location. It was remote, connected to the rest of the school through one lonesome hallway. The school building was shaped like a T when viewed from above, with the library on the other end. This room in particular had tall windows covered in canvas curtains, preventing onlookers from peering within. There was a constant battle raging over whether or not to destroy the 100-year old chalkboard and replace it with a new electronic white board, and so for now, the chalkboard stayed. So the room was rarely used, only twice during the morning periods. For the rest of that time, it was locked. But Clair had already planned that morning that no matter who he found to possess, this room would be his head quarters.
Breaking into it had been pitifully easy. He had gone to the second period class to ask the teacher some questions about his future science choices, and slipped a piece of scotch tape over the locking mechanism. The door would click like it had been locked, but the lock itself would still be jammed back into the door. After that, it was an easy matter of slipping inside amidst the chaos at the library. With so many people running away, no one would take notice of one boy slipping into a classroom. From there, is was a simple thing to remove the tape, let the door lock, and then bar it with a chair. If he was caught, he could always claim innocent and say he was hiding from the monster. Not that he ever intended to be caught, though.
He thought about waiting to see if the Dragonfly miraculous would show, but as the Raccoon wrapped her whip around Almaniac's wrist, he decided against it. She was becoming cornered, if the next phase of his plan was to be successful, he needed her out in the open. With that in mind he closed his eyes, reaching out to Almaniac. It seemed his puppet needed some hands on help from her master.
As the various heroes all gathered around her, the Almaniac grew suddenly still. Books dropped from where they flew through the air, hitting the floor with a clatter. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, all seemed quiet. The whistling of the air stopped, along with her laughter. For a moment, it seemed like all was well.
That moment soon passed.
The Almaniac opened her eyes once more, their red glow even stronger. The books picked themselves up off he ground, continuing their gyroscopic spins even faster now. She smiled, but there was something off in her smile, something foreign. If Ms. O'Neil seemed off before, she was completely alien now. There was something in her stance, in her smile, in the cold, sadistic gleam in her eye, that did not belong to her at all. They belonged to someone else entirely.
The unknown cold eyes scanned over all the heroes, the unknown smile growing only wider. When she opened her mouth and finally spoke, the voice was her voice, but the words very clearly not her words.
"So these are the heroes of this generation. How very quaint. You know, you're quite right. It is very inappropriate to be doing this to a library. So let's find a better place, shall we?" she asked, her eyes focusing on the Raccoon. With a sudden lash of her arm, she swung Corrine up and into the air, sending her flying, along with her whip.
Raising her arms and accelerating the books gyroscopic rotation, The Almaniac floated above the ground, before lifting up the tables nearby, using them to shield herself from any attacks the heroes might launch. The windows rattled in their panes, before finally bursting free of them, making way for her escape. With a few timely leaps, she leapt through the window, floating out high above the parking lot. Then, with a flick of her wrist, the tables flew to the windows, barricading them with untold strength and preventing them from following her.
"Lets make this a fight that everyone can see. I'll be seeing you "heroes" very soon." she called. And with a flick of her wrist, she floated higher, heading towards the Jefferson Memorial.
@Leslie Hall Awesome character. Very descriptive. Accepted.
@Invader Len@Fubsy I thought we were doing a 2/3 for the GM approval?
What do you mean, Rokku? Fussy and I both approved Leslie and you just accepted her yourself. So, what is the issue?
By the way, @Leslie Hall, that means you're now accepted, you can post your CS in the Characters tab whenever you feel like, and post in the IC if you'd like. I'm halfway done with a post now, my progress got erased during a blackout last night.
@Leslie Hall
Up to standard? Gurl, you've blown me away! I love him! You should get that CS framed. You know what, I'm gonna take that CS and put it on my fridge. With the rainbow magnets.
This CS has my stamp of approval! Once we hear from Fusby and RokkuHoshi, you can post it in the characters tab. I'm very excited to be playing with you. :D
Up to standard? Gurl, you've blown me away! I love him! You should get that CS framed. You know what, I'm gonna take that CS and put it on my fridge. With the rainbow magnets.
This CS has my stamp of approval! Once we hear from Fusby and RokkuHoshi, you can post it in the characters tab. I'm very excited to be playing with you. :D
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