I'm not sure why it matters, tbh. @_@
What time is it for you then? I've only just woken up myself, but I'm going to my last night shift, so no sleep for me tonight. XD
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I'm on a hiatus atm due to work related issues. I'll be back and running next week.
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22 y/o Welsh gal living it up in the big city with my SO and two beautiful cats. Hobbies include gaming, creative writing, baking and dank memes. Oh and RPing too I guess.
I can't say I've been with RPG for terribly long, but I hope you enjoy what my writing style has to offer. Cheers!
I can't say I've been with RPG for terribly long, but I hope you enjoy what my writing style has to offer. Cheers!
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It was my informal way of welcoming them. Social etiquette ain't my thing :P
But let's start again. Welcome Paige!
But let's start again. Welcome Paige!
Just being friendly. :3
Lennon79 said
>reaching lvl 100Best thing about VIII was the difficulty system. The longer you grind, the harder it gets; totally the opposite of every other FF game ever.In other news, I will most likely post tonight.
True. I always liked the FF battle system, despite most people's complaints. Although, to my shame, I've never defeated Omega Weapon...
Cool. :D Take your time Lennon. And hello Paige. S'up?
I bought the PSN store version a while back. Better than the Steam version as the music sounds horrible on PC.
I spent too many hours on that game abusing Quistis' Degenerator limit break and killing Malboro's until everyone was Lv100. Ahh, good times. Too bad I never got that damn Laguna card from Ellone in space...
I spent too many hours on that game abusing Quistis' Degenerator limit break and killing Malboro's until everyone was Lv100. Ahh, good times. Too bad I never got that damn Laguna card from Ellone in space...
Dollet.
Admittedly, Asa had never been there before. It was supposedly a rather quaint little town, with warm sandy beaches and various high class establishments to cater for tourists. The people were known to be rather friendly, and considering it was the final remnant of the Holy Dollet Empire, there wasn't very much to note at all.
Now however...Dollet looked entirely the opposite of what Asa envisioned.
"I've never seen so many dead people...." One of her squad members spoke up with a noticeable tremor in his voice, his eyes glassy as he stepped over a dead corpse in a Dollet uniform. "Th-There's...so many..."
"Fett." Ace's voice was low and stern, an authoritative tone that she had developed over the years. "This is a battlefield. What did you expect, a marching band?"
"N-No, sir," Soldier Fett's voice sank into a quiet murmur, his face ghastly pale underneath his helmet. "I just...I thought I was ready but..."
"But what? The army wasn't what you expected?" Ace cut him short. "Let me make this straight to you all. This is not the place for self-doubt, or for pity on your enemies. Because the minute you start using your head more than your weapon-"
Ace stopped in her tracks and held out a hand for the rest of her squad to stop as well, listening acutely to the wind whilst soldiers looked at her in bafflement. "Uhh, sir, what-?"
Fire suddenly brewed in her palm before she launched it above them with a fierce swing, a scream following shortly as a soldier plummeted down from the cliff, their bones cracking as they fell until they crumpled in a heap before their feet. Singed flesh pierced their nostrils immediately afterwards, causing several of the soldier to grimace whilst Private Fett looked like he was about to retch.
"-You lose your head." Ace finished, her expression grim as she picked up the sniper rifle the Dollet soldier was carrying. "Let's move on. We have an objective to complete." With that, she led her squad onwards, each of the soldiers sparing a conflicted glance at the dead soldier before following suit.
Admittedly, Asa had never been there before. It was supposedly a rather quaint little town, with warm sandy beaches and various high class establishments to cater for tourists. The people were known to be rather friendly, and considering it was the final remnant of the Holy Dollet Empire, there wasn't very much to note at all.
Now however...Dollet looked entirely the opposite of what Asa envisioned.
"I've never seen so many dead people...." One of her squad members spoke up with a noticeable tremor in his voice, his eyes glassy as he stepped over a dead corpse in a Dollet uniform. "Th-There's...so many..."
"Fett." Ace's voice was low and stern, an authoritative tone that she had developed over the years. "This is a battlefield. What did you expect, a marching band?"
"N-No, sir," Soldier Fett's voice sank into a quiet murmur, his face ghastly pale underneath his helmet. "I just...I thought I was ready but..."
"But what? The army wasn't what you expected?" Ace cut him short. "Let me make this straight to you all. This is not the place for self-doubt, or for pity on your enemies. Because the minute you start using your head more than your weapon-"
Ace stopped in her tracks and held out a hand for the rest of her squad to stop as well, listening acutely to the wind whilst soldiers looked at her in bafflement. "Uhh, sir, what-?"
Fire suddenly brewed in her palm before she launched it above them with a fierce swing, a scream following shortly as a soldier plummeted down from the cliff, their bones cracking as they fell until they crumpled in a heap before their feet. Singed flesh pierced their nostrils immediately afterwards, causing several of the soldier to grimace whilst Private Fett looked like he was about to retch.
"-You lose your head." Ace finished, her expression grim as she picked up the sniper rifle the Dollet soldier was carrying. "Let's move on. We have an objective to complete." With that, she led her squad onwards, each of the soldiers sparing a conflicted glance at the dead soldier before following suit.
There's always the Sane Guy in the bunch of misfits...
Anyway, I'm getting around to writing my intro post now. Dead bang in the middle of night shifts, so I've been sleeping all day. @_@
Anyway, I'm getting around to writing my intro post now. Dead bang in the middle of night shifts, so I've been sleeping all day. @_@
I posted a thing.
And I couldn't be bothered to name either of the NPCs, since I won't be using them again any time soon. So one of them's 'Dream Girl', and the other is 'The Other One.' XD
And I feel kinda bad that my first post ever is so mean, but I couldn't resist. The inner bitch came out in my RP. XD
And I couldn't be bothered to name either of the NPCs, since I won't be using them again any time soon. So one of them's 'Dream Girl', and the other is 'The Other One.' XD
And I feel kinda bad that my first post ever is so mean, but I couldn't resist. The inner bitch came out in my RP. XD
---Leiko Hamada---
---Warakuma Mall---
Leiko Hamada was not a dreamer.
Dreams were for people hopelessly absorbed in their own self-indulgence, their lives so desperately unfulfilling that their consciousness yearned for something different from their own drab lives. It was pitiful, really. For their own reality to be so dissatisfying that dissecting nonsense was some kind of beacon of hope for them...
"I started this dream diary since Monday. I looked it up online, and it said that if you see a waterfall, it symbolises a new beginning! How fitting is that?"
"For real? Wow! And didn't you break up with that Takeshi guy on Sunday too?"
"Yah! Crazy, right? What do you think, Hamada-chan?"
"Hamada-chan?"
"Hmm?" Leiko blinked, bored to a near stupor from her friends' blabbering as she gave a yawn and stretched. "What does it matter? Dreams don't mean anything."
"Aww c'mon. Don't be like that." Dream Diary girl pouted. "Unless you're calling the internet and a whole bunch of psychology experts wrong, then dreams have to mean something. Like, what did you dream about last night?"
Leiko blinked. “Nothing,” she answered flatly. “I never remember them.”
This wasn't entirely the truth however. Last night, she had envisioned herself in a sea of velvet, with a strange goblin-like man with a long protuding nose, staring deep into her soul with blood-shot, bulging eyes. It was the material made of nightmares really, but throughout the dream, Leiko never felt frightened or afraid. It was strange...
She also recalled something about cards. ;Layers of them were laid out in front of her, like some kind of fortune-telling session. She had tried to pick out a card, but a white silk glove clasped around hers before she could, telling her “Not yet...”
And that was when she woke up. The outlines of the dream became more blurred as the day went on, until certain details were impossible to grasp, like why she was there, or who that strange man really was...
“...Aww, that's disappointing, Hamada-chan,” One of her friends let out a drawn out sigh. “But then again, why would you even bother with dreaming? You have everything you could possibly want already. Money, popularity, a rich and powerful fiance on the sidelines...”
“You really are living the dream, huh Hamada-chan?” Dream Girl murmured, her voice tinged with envy. “You really do have everything...”
Leiko's lips thinned. This seemed to happen too often for her liking. Somehow, the conversation would always draw back to how much she had, how 'lucky' she was in this lifetime...
It was irksome.
“Enough of that. We should pay for our tab and get going.” She called the waiter over and flashed a credit card out of her purse, signifying that she would pay for their meal. Her friends made no effort to stop her; after all, this was a longtime custom when you were friends with Leiko Hamada. She could afford it, so why oppose it?
“Come on then.” Leiko stood up and picked up her bags from the floor, her two friends following suit as they left the restaurant. “Where should we go next?”
“Umm...how about the amusement park?” One of them piped up with a bright smile. “It's been a long time since I've gone there. We can just get your chaffeur to drive us, so it'll be a breeze.
“Are you serious? How childish.” The other girl let out an audible groan. “Do we really have to?”
Leiko cocked her head slightly in thought. “Hmm...” Leiko was never really one for childish games...but she'd shopped so much it was becoming a chore. And there really wasn't a whole lot for young people to do in Warakuma besides...
“Hey...” One of her friends' voices became hushed as she pointed to one of the benches just outside the mall. “Isn't that Wakahisa-san?”
Leiko's eyes followed to the source of her group's curiosity, noting a rather gloomy and unsettled girl sitting on a bench, with what appeared to be a wooden sword clenched in her hands.
“What the actual fuck.” Dream Girl's voice became high pitched and incredulous. “Why is she holding a sword in public? And I swear I heard her just call it 'Kami'...What a freaking nutjob!”
---Warakuma Mall---
Leiko Hamada was not a dreamer.
Dreams were for people hopelessly absorbed in their own self-indulgence, their lives so desperately unfulfilling that their consciousness yearned for something different from their own drab lives. It was pitiful, really. For their own reality to be so dissatisfying that dissecting nonsense was some kind of beacon of hope for them...
"I started this dream diary since Monday. I looked it up online, and it said that if you see a waterfall, it symbolises a new beginning! How fitting is that?"
"For real? Wow! And didn't you break up with that Takeshi guy on Sunday too?"
"Yah! Crazy, right? What do you think, Hamada-chan?"
"Hamada-chan?"
"Hmm?" Leiko blinked, bored to a near stupor from her friends' blabbering as she gave a yawn and stretched. "What does it matter? Dreams don't mean anything."
"Aww c'mon. Don't be like that." Dream Diary girl pouted. "Unless you're calling the internet and a whole bunch of psychology experts wrong, then dreams have to mean something. Like, what did you dream about last night?"
Leiko blinked. “Nothing,” she answered flatly. “I never remember them.”
This wasn't entirely the truth however. Last night, she had envisioned herself in a sea of velvet, with a strange goblin-like man with a long protuding nose, staring deep into her soul with blood-shot, bulging eyes. It was the material made of nightmares really, but throughout the dream, Leiko never felt frightened or afraid. It was strange...
She also recalled something about cards. ;Layers of them were laid out in front of her, like some kind of fortune-telling session. She had tried to pick out a card, but a white silk glove clasped around hers before she could, telling her “Not yet...”
And that was when she woke up. The outlines of the dream became more blurred as the day went on, until certain details were impossible to grasp, like why she was there, or who that strange man really was...
“...Aww, that's disappointing, Hamada-chan,” One of her friends let out a drawn out sigh. “But then again, why would you even bother with dreaming? You have everything you could possibly want already. Money, popularity, a rich and powerful fiance on the sidelines...”
“You really are living the dream, huh Hamada-chan?” Dream Girl murmured, her voice tinged with envy. “You really do have everything...”
Leiko's lips thinned. This seemed to happen too often for her liking. Somehow, the conversation would always draw back to how much she had, how 'lucky' she was in this lifetime...
It was irksome.
“Enough of that. We should pay for our tab and get going.” She called the waiter over and flashed a credit card out of her purse, signifying that she would pay for their meal. Her friends made no effort to stop her; after all, this was a longtime custom when you were friends with Leiko Hamada. She could afford it, so why oppose it?
“Come on then.” Leiko stood up and picked up her bags from the floor, her two friends following suit as they left the restaurant. “Where should we go next?”
“Umm...how about the amusement park?” One of them piped up with a bright smile. “It's been a long time since I've gone there. We can just get your chaffeur to drive us, so it'll be a breeze.
“Are you serious? How childish.” The other girl let out an audible groan. “Do we really have to?”
Leiko cocked her head slightly in thought. “Hmm...” Leiko was never really one for childish games...but she'd shopped so much it was becoming a chore. And there really wasn't a whole lot for young people to do in Warakuma besides...
“Hey...” One of her friends' voices became hushed as she pointed to one of the benches just outside the mall. “Isn't that Wakahisa-san?”
Leiko's eyes followed to the source of her group's curiosity, noting a rather gloomy and unsettled girl sitting on a bench, with what appeared to be a wooden sword clenched in her hands.
“What the actual fuck.” Dream Girl's voice became high pitched and incredulous. “Why is she holding a sword in public? And I swear I heard her just call it 'Kami'...What a freaking nutjob!”
Yay! :D Look forward to it. ^^
As for Eika...dear, Ace won't like that very much. She'd be on the side of killing the Sorceress 'for the greater good', probably. XD Unless she makes good friends with Eika beforehand, in which, inner conflict ahoy!
Let's not even go there if Ace ends up a Sorceress. O_O All that work hiding her gender just to become what she hates most. I can see her just ending it all, actually. Talk about a bad end. >.>
As for Eika...dear, Ace won't like that very much. She'd be on the side of killing the Sorceress 'for the greater good', probably. XD Unless she makes good friends with Eika beforehand, in which, inner conflict ahoy!
Let's not even go there if Ace ends up a Sorceress. O_O All that work hiding her gender just to become what she hates most. I can see her just ending it all, actually. Talk about a bad end. >.>
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