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6 yrs ago
Current I think my play-by-post roleplaying days are done for now. Thank you everyone for the years of fun I've had, and I'm sorry to everyone I've let down. Godspeed in all our pursuits.
6 yrs ago
I have two modes. Literal months of radio silence, and being unable to sleep because I'm working on posts.
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6 yrs ago
This website is my limbo and I can't escape
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7 yrs ago
Finally, a Valentine's Day where "being happy" and "not in a relationship" aren't mutually exclusive for me
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7 yrs ago
Incredible. The site's as slow as my IC posting speed.
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"How lucky I've been... to know all of you."

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Right as he thought he was in the clear to leave town and go to his favorite out-of-the-way spot, the girl suddenly yelled for him and ran in front of him. At this point, an annoyed look crept onto Ein's face. 'Is this girl for real?' echoed into his mind as his brain began to twist and turn uncomfortably. "So... You DO want me to walk you home? I guess that's fine, too," he said.

"Though I can't say I'm too much of a bodyguard... I'd probably just run if someone came and grabbed you or something," he explained. Half of him was trying to get out of this situation and just run, but the other half was pure, genuine honesty.
Just as he was about to let go, the girl broke free from his grasp and rubbed her arm, then flailed them wildly while shouting at him. Ein's eyes widened. 'Jeez... was I like this as a child?' Either way, she suddenly jumped up, but was only able to go as high as his chest. He stifled a chuckle, but immediately sighed afterwards.

"Listen, I'm sorry for dragging you like that. I just wanted to get away from my father," he explained, looking at the tavern one last time with a relieved expression before looking down at her again. "I'm sure you can find your way home yourself, so if you don't need me, I'm gonna be on my way now." Ein quickly turned around and began to walk away from his scapegoat.
I don't have a fruit bowl, but I'm a fruit

Does that count
"Trust me son, you're gonna love this dri-"

The hero was interrupted by; or rather, he was the one who interrupted; a small child whom he accidentally knocked over. As if he could help it- the place was completely packed. "Oh, excuse me, child," the man apologized, calling her a child and completely unable to sense any sorts of evil energy from her. "Children shouldn't be here, so go on home now, okay?" He then looked at Ein, who was just in shock by how outlandish she looked. The man took notice of this and whispered to him. "Halloween's come early, eh?"

Ein ignored the comment and picked up the magical device at his foot, wondering just what it could possibly be. Before he could even process those kinds of questions in his head, the device glew and shook balistically. The silver-haired boy reached to her, the magical instrument in his hand. "I dunno why it's glowing, but you dropped this..." he pointed out, looking her over even more. She appeared to be completely mortified. 'This girl must be lost...' At that point, he got an absolutely brilliant idea.

"Uhm, Father," he began, turning to him. "Can I really call myself a man if I just leave a lost girl like this? I could escort her home, or at least put her in the right direction." Desperate, sure, but he'd do whatever it took to get out of drinking "Ale of Frog's Gut" or whatever disgusting sludge his father liked to drink.

"Erm... I suppose not, but what abou-"

"It's settled, then. I'll be back shortly. Come here, you little brat" he muttered under his breath before grabbing the girl's arm and dragging her out of the tavern.
"Thirteen years old."


That was the age where boys in this village began their transformation into men. When they put down the sticks and started handling blades for the first time in their young lives. It was especially true for Ein, the son of the Hero who had slain the Overlord of Evil; or at least, that's what the village made it out to be. The son of a hero, finally becoming a man. It was a sight to behold, but Ein never wanted any part of it.

"How's it feel, my boy?" the hero asked, a hand on Ein's shoulder as the two made their way down the road. Oceanic-blue eyes stared at the ground in front of him; his fluffy white hair softly laying over his head as his brown overcoat flowed in waves behind him as he walked.

"It feels the same as any other day, father," the "now-man" gently spoke, with apathy in his voice. 'No... It feels horrible. Why do I have to follow in your footsteps just because YOU slew some stupid demon?' he thought, closing his eyes. Ein had no interest in swords or hunting. How could he enjoy something like that with the shadow of someone greater looming over him? It was all or nothing- no, not even nothing. His father wouldn't allow anything other than "all," and "all" was too much.

"Aw, cheer up, son. You're finally a man!" The hero gave Ein a hearty pat on the back, making him flinch and reopen his eyes. "Now. You've got a busy schedule ahead of you. We have to find you a suitable beast to slay, after all. However, until then, I'm taking you to my favorite place to celebrate!" Even though Ein wanted to groan, he's had enough experience with containing himself. There was no use fighting this kind of stubbornness.

'Yeah... I'm not interested in becoming an alcoholic like you, either, father,' he kept to himself, as he knew exactly where they were headed.

The Truesilver Tavern.


With the sun resting on the horizon, about to set for the day, the father and son step inside the Tavern, ready to indulge in the bitter drink for the week. Well, at least one of them was ready. 'Someone... just save me already.'
AW YE BABY WE LEGIT

Cooking up the dank memes posts now
i'm gay
This post marks the end of working on my post.

I may be rusty, but hey, it's something and I'm tired. Gotta stir up the momentum again.
Jeremy blinked. To be completely honest, he should have expected a response like that. All of these questions... to be honest, she had every right to be curious or worried. Still, Jeremy frowned and let out a hearty sigh. "I only promised I wouldn't lie to you. I never said anything about secrets," he pointed out as he took off his glasses. "Still, that's already one promise I've broken... regardless, If you want to know the whole truth about me, you need to be prepared. This isn't a decision that can be taken lightly," he said, looking her straight in the eye.

"Still... I know better than to try and change your mind once it's made up, and that look in your eye says it is. Maybe knowing all of the answers to those questions might chhange your mind." Jeremy flipped his hair back once more, revealing that same look he had when he talked to her before.

"First thing's first. The ability to use magic is something you're born with. Or, rather, the potential to use it. Only through rigorous mental training is one able to focus on the magical energies this world possesses, and that's just if you have the potential to do so. I come from a long line of Ice mages, people who are able to chill the magical energies into ice and frost," he explained, waving one hand around in a circular motion until a small ice spike formed.

"The "purists" have a problem with mages tampering with the magical energy of the world. They use magic themselves, but only as a means to kill mages who don't align with them. Guns are a bit classless, and they want to keep these issues in-house. They found out my family could use magic, and sure enough, they tried to kill us. My parents were able to hide me well enough, so I was spared. It's quite difficult to fend off a horde of other mages when t here are just two of you, though, so... they were killed. It's just that simple." Once he got to that point, however, he found it difficult to talk. Strenuous, even, so... he didn't. He just let it be silent for a while, unable to find the words for what to say next.
This post marks the start of me working on my post.

Will have it up in like... an hour, if not two.
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