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Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

IST - Indian Standard Time, also translates into Indian Stretchable Time. If they say "9 O'clock," they'll probably arrive at 9:10 at the earliest. There's not a lot called Planning, and everything is sort of jumbled together. People are insanely friendly, but holy hell is it dirty. There are also a million and one dogs on the streets, and while most look like they get enough to eat and are healthy, there are those who look absolutely miserable. Also, no, I haven't posted lately. Being in India has forced my thoughts away to other stuff, and before that was Christmas, mom's birthday, new year's, etc...

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

Been alright. In India atm, and looking forward to getting home (2 more weeks). Lost my voice the other day, finally have it back (freaking Ariel wasn't satisfied with only losing her own. Noooo, had to give mine away too), and such... Things are OK. Also, I was talking about PoorYorick's depicting of an Alicorn Mockery: 3-ish heads, lizard-y tail, lots of horns and lots of wings; all of which are useless. I'm alright with those you described as being Alicorn Mockeries, so don't think I want you to change it. Just pointing out how they were originally intended to look like according to the creator of EQD.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

You have full right to keep the power, I'm just warning you that, if it ever comes to combat, you will probably be knocked away :P

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

An Alicorn Mockery looks quite a bit more... monstrous according to Yorick, but s'okay. Just wanted to make sure that it was sewn together rather than anything else.

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

Looks okay, Bright, but just one concern: How did those two married ponies get those horns and wings? I assume they're simply stitched on?

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Editing done. ^_^ Additional powers added. Comments please so I may refine if I need to. Thanks for the patience, guys. ^_^

@Kyrisse

Fair warning: She's a Fae, so getting close to the enemy (trailing the tail across the ground thingie) is a bad idea. She's likely to get knocked out immediately. Not saying you can't do it, but I advice against it. Also, her blue flames still can't unravel illusions. Please remove it.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

medical team under the Twin Souls Program that provides medical care to Shifters injured in battle.

They have Mythics capable of bringing you back from the brink of death (almost). Doctors and nurses aren't necessary.

Out of necessity, it didn't take long for the Program to be perfected. In five years time, there were so many volunteers and so many compatible humans that Earth had its own army of magic wielding beings. More and more young adults were tested and infused with Mythic Essence.

Please change the wording of this a bit. It makes it sound like it took five years for the project to be completed (when it only took 6 months). Just a minor nitpick. Aside from these two, there is only one thing that "grinds my gears" so to speak, and that is how her flames can someone rid people of illusory attacks. One thing that I need to make clear here is that illusions are (most often) targeted directly at the victim's mind, meaning that the Caster is affecting the brain itself, and all of the senses (most often it's only vision). Flames and fire are physical, and as such can't reach the mind, and because of that can't dispell illusions. As for the fire cyclones... Sorry, but even for a Fae that's overdoing it. A ~1,2 kilometre tall cyclone? Moving over 400 kilometres an hour? While I like the idea of a rotating thing of fire and death, this is just too much. Make it ~200, or so, metres tall, and move at max 100 kilometres an hour. It'll be quick enough to catch Demons, but in return it would also be a bit slow when it comes to changing direction. A tornado doesn't just change from going forward to suddenly turning 90 degrees and continuing without pause. Also, may I suggest that you don't just stick with fire tornados? Fire is her element and she can do a lot more with it. Like a Napalm, for example. You don't have to write down a thousand examples of how she can use her fire, but just one or two more to make it seem like she has a bit of diversity. That... should be all :)

The Dust: [Post.Apoc//Meta-Human//Non-linear//ShapeShifting][OOC is up]

uhm, hmm...I...I--dunno yet either... ^^

Leviathan

UH. UH. I DUNNO YET. YOU?

Firecracker_

Dibs on Light!

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Alrighty. Thanks for the comments. Will edit soon. :)

I made a bummer. I read something as km/h when it was mph. Keep the diving speed as 160-180 km/h, but still reduce the rest by the requested amount.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

War was never easy, and the war between the Discs was no different. The support from Clericath had been invaluable, and Earth would surely have been taken over without it. Days passed and it became apparant that things were going south. Only so many attacks could be intercepted by the Clerican Shifters, and while casualties were low they were still high enough to make a difference that everyone noticed. In the days following Lily's conversation with Sylphide, and the one with Tsukiko, a force of a few hundred Endolan and Malnican Shifters had arrived at South Africa, aiming for a research facility in Johannesburg. A response team of a thousand Graduates had been dispatched, and met the enemy. Casualties on both sides were high, with all but a mere three scores of the Malnican Shifters who surrendered being killed. The Endolans fought to the death. Local Mythics had shielded what civillians they could, but still a full sixth of the population of Johannesburg was killed in the surprise attack. Some few Civillians start to question why the Mythics refuse to fight, and only ever put up shields and safe zones for those not involved in the fighting. Still, they refuse to answer when asked. Luckily, however, the research facility survived with only one wing of relatively unimportant items being destroyed by a stray blast. The atmosphere in the Academy is as usual. Mostly. Two weeks had passed since the attack on Johannesburg, but no more attacks had been sent forth. Shifters--Graduates and Students alike--wonder why, and the atmosphere becomes considerably more tense every time the question is asked. Some wonder--fear, even--what is happening. No word had come from Cleritcath that the Endolans had surrendered, nor that Malnica had shifted sides; or even that the war was shifting in their favour. It was simply a spot of darkness: No attacks, no probing strikes or anything. Nothing. One thing, however, made sure that morale was on the rise despite everything happening. A festival would soon be held in the nearby city, and more than a few Students--and even some staff--were very much looking forward to participating. Despite the circumstances, the festival happening in just a few days certainly lit up a fire of excitement. ----- Lily walked along the corridors, one hand tracing the concrete wall while the other idly played with her braid. Things had gotten... considerably better. For her, at least. Her talk with Tsukiko had helped immensely, and lifted a heavy weight off her shoulders. She knew, however, that there was still things she needed to do. Chief among them was talking to someone whom she wasn't exactly the best of friends with. Sylphide's words rang in her ears. "Remember that you are not school students who got into a fight, but soldiers whose purpose is to defend your Disc. As it is, nothing is keeping you from acting against such taunts again." She was right, and even if it pissed her off she couldn't deny it. They weren't students of some highschool where the only concern was to pass whatever tests were thrown at them. They were soldiers, and creatures with so much power that a hundred human soldiers would be an easy foe. If they could not trust the one standing beside them, then who could they trust? If she did not move forward to stop being such a pathetic coward that clinged to her past, then she would likely become the kind of person nobody could, or would, trust. I don't want that. She sighed and stopped, turning on her heel, and faced the door. We are soldiers, and we need to be able to trust the person next to us, to cover our backs. She knocked once and pushed open the door, stepping inside before any response could be given. "Alice. We need to talk."