Kestrel

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Nah, she's more useful to me alive. Though if your services are good enough, I may be able to provide you with the bones of my dropped players...

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Alphakoka said
Hey Nocturn, by handgun, you mean flintlock pistol?

Yeah, I think we covered that during the CS-part.

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Fallenreaper said Lucius might try to draft, Rtron drag you into the dark side while me... I'll just sit there and laugh. I'll starting to think I luck out on my rps whenever I see comments like that. I've managed to finish about 5 rps (3 one on one and at least 2 groups, one I even made sure to finish.)

Oh hush, rtron's dark side is like a rainbow forest to me ;)

But yeah, I tried GM'ing two games at once and well, one of them died because of it. It had done rather well up to that point though, but negligence quickly killed it in a calm, after which I couldn't get it going again. I've never been in a finished game I didn't GM, unfortunately... Though that's partly the reason I do GM. The furthest I ever got with someone else's game was an RP called Edge of the World. It was this old game Hedya and I were in that managed to bridge a year-long hiatus and even site transitions, but the GM called it dead at one point and I've never heard from her again.

Currently I'm only in Brovo's Legend of Renalta 2, which should be promising if I'm to hear to time at which the first part ran, though it's getting more sporadic with the week posting-wise. I looked at a few other games, but haven't really found something that interests me as of yet.

Also, I don't really have stalkers... I think. Or maybe they understand the risk of their chosen obsession...

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I GM'd two finished games in advanced and one in the arena. Though the Library is by far the longest running game I've had, I don't plan to break that trend ;)

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Fallenreaper said
Considering I'm already GMing Blood Act, has 13+ players right now, and I'm the most active GM made me realize GMing two rps might be a little overwhelming. Since Blood Act already had Players wanting it to return and I didn't want to disappoint them so I ended restarting from the first Act and wove a whole Plotline (loose one of course) starting from scratch which is going decently with IC being at 170 posts and 2824 OOC posts. The later can rather hard to keep up with from time to time due to speed. XD Once the first Blood Act is over, I aim to start Blood is Always Thicker as a small break between the next Blood Act.

Ah, that's too bad. Can't blame you though, I'm behind on missions in one game often enough... >.> Wasn't Blood Act someone else's creation, though? I think I read the OP at some point (though no character came to mind... Which is usually a sign I shouldn't join a game.) Good to see it's going strong, though. Quite a few games made it to the post-guildfall site. Perhaps this is a sign games will actually come to finish? I for one would applaud such a trend ;p

EDIT:
Also, last mission is up. Enjoy some super-old character background I remembered for some reason, as well as foreshadowing I dare you all to guess for what.

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Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon


When Fran received Emily's call, she too pondered the options. The prospect was difficult, even though the woman had known they would likely face hostility. “You've suffered, haven't you?” Fran stepped forward, in spite of Sean and Emily's warning.

Although Francesca was genuinely worried about Sean's condition, she was quite careful in her body language and intonation. She had weighed her options and made a choice. Fran's spirit (a giant neon eye painted on a metallic ball, with a robotic and monotonous voice that spoke short, sentences) spread a message to all three holders; to stand ready in case something would happen. To Cerberus in particular, the iron eyeball relayed; “S. Merister is consistently unreasonable. The environment eliminates stealth. Werecats are known to hunt at night. Retreat is not productive. Please remain alert.”

Although he did not reply, Fran stretched out her hand to Sean. “I can help you. You and Firittes can come back with us to the Hub. I've heard Edea is quite worried about you.”

At the mention of that name (which the other librarians might recognise as the daughter of the executive director of the Library) Sean burst out in tears. It was known that the director kept his daughters and wife sheltered... As the man's spirit; a succubus, had a strong influence on those around him, but there had been rumours about the director's youngest daughter seeing someone up until a few months ago. Not that the rumours had ever been confirmed... Yet it seemed Fran had done an extensive amount of research. How had she even gained access to such a detailed persona on Sean?

“Come with me, I promise you can go back to your old life.” Fran assured Sean, who for a moment seemed to believe it. Even Steve the ragworm let out a deep, sad cry and it curled up before Sean and nuzzled it's holder. However, the armour seemed phased in a totally different way than Sean. A deep voice sounded from the metal suit, unfortunately reminding Sean of his situation;

“She can't help us,” It told it's wearer, “Sean, you know we've tried. The dragon will just hunt us down; she has tormented us for far too long, found us after days of running and whipped up sandstorms that forced us to return.” Valor, the armour, picked itself (and thereby Sean) up from the ground (and Steve) it groaned in deep thought, drowning out Sean's sobbing.

“And how does she know of me and Firittes?” The living armour continued. “Or you and Edea? This is the first time we've seen her, and both are well-kept secrets...” Sean appeared confused to this notion, and Steve too became uneasy.

“You call yourself Francesca Lamont, who are you?” Valor asked directly; it's chains starting to slither in various directions.

“Political Relationships, of course I research my interlocutors.” Fran replied calmly, although her spirit repeated the request for the other holders to stand by.

“No...” Sean murmured, as anger returned as his dominant emotion. “No, you wouldn't know this.” He made a handsign towards Steve, and promptly the ragworm dug into the sand. As did Valor's chains. “But it doesn't matter. You ignored my warning. Now you die!”

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On an off-note, Fallen, hen is that RP of yours starting up? It's been months since I last heard of it.

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chukklehed said
Kestral, "mounted sideways" is implying that the blade itself is rotated 90° like a small number of farming scythes are built. The way a normal scythe is built is typically refered to as a "perpendicular blade", which is why I didn't understand what you were saying.

Well, good that's cleared up. Though I'm still not sure how the scythe is viable as a weapon. Amusingly enough, though, if you do manage to convince me it is, the less likely I'll let you have it ;p

Also, Clayman and Free Billy are up... Which means I totally forgot about our dragon diplomatists... I'll get right to that.

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A Clayman's Finale

Even though Ladon had commanded them to carry on, Salia and Adeline were pressing back. However, outside they could see a familiar type of forcefield form around the temple; which subsequently slowed it's shaking. Noelle had only barely managed to fly Maria in past Lux, and followed suit behind the back-up. When Noelle saw Adeline and Salia start to retreat, something snapped. “Where do you think you're going!” She shouted at them, her large axe appeared into her hand, “You got work to do!”

Lying in wait had tested Noelle's patience, and said patience had fluked. She raised her axe as almost anything about the woman shook with anger. Her fierce yellow eyes looked like they were about to shoot lightning. “Anyone to run now will die.” She threatened, giving Valenci's assistants the evil eye. “I don't care it's dangerous, it's your fault we're into this mess. Now get moving!”

The assistants clung to Salia and Maria respectively, fearful of Noelle, passing the choice between a labyrinth of death in front of them and the furious dragon lady behind them, to the holders.

Free Billy

And get them they would, as Remia's request did not fall onto deaf ears. Simon was being kept off-stage as the girl managed to wade through the crowds far more easily than Eowyn could, and the notion of a rook coming to the PR's aid was enough for most of the protesters to back off... Temporarily at least.

“About time,” Simon remarked, without batting an eyelash at neither Remia nor Eowyn, although one of his co-workers flashed a polite, albeit nervous smile at the two women. The crowd remained tame, but nobody looked particularly pleased. It would be back to pushing and pulling as soon as Simon began to speak, introducing himself to the people with a lot more tact than he'd shown the mercenaries. Not that it helped him much, though...

One woman in said crowd, noted Arlette and Mime, and squirmed herself through the people to take them both by the hand. “This is no place for girls like you.” She said, not noticing they were holder and spirit. “You shouldn't be this close when it begins.”

Meanwhile Mari had trouble locating the holders in the crowd. At least one of them had become apparent to her, if only because said holder stood steady as a rock in the sea of people. It was a woman with graying hair, tied into a knot. She too, seemed somewhat out of place, as her olive skin was darker than even the beach regulars.

Besides this woman, there was a small group of men in the direction of another of her signals, but the were too close for Mari to determine which of them was a holder. Like the woman, they had darker skins and dark hair, and dressed too formal for the occasion. However, they only seemed to be watching the events play out on the scene. Of note though, was that the men had dogs laying at their feet, although the dogs were covered in sheets. Upon closer inspection, some of the dogs had bullhorns...

Abortion Discussion

Pro-choice.

I really don't want to waste a lot of words on this, but forcing people who aren't ready to be parents to be parents is a bad childhood recipe. Also, congratulations you are now a single teen mom. Abortion isn't an easy choice or procedure for that matter; it involves a lot of emotions and guilt. Having a child is a big decision (not to mention responsibility) you should make consciously because it will turn your entire life upside down. If you're not up to that task, who will be?