Lichthart

World of Remnant RP

I'm with Falcon. Looks like you have quite a lot of folks interested already, but if there ends up being room still or if a few kinda cool on it, I'm in. I've seen a lot of RWBY RP concepts in my day but this is one of the only ones that's tacked into the quite under-represented parts of professional huntsmen and huntresses, I like it.

Pokemon Chrome

@Deos Morran Hey man, apologies for being late on this one; but... hooooolllyyyy Jesus, that sounds so damn unlucky, so awful! I'm really sorry to hear something like that happen to you... and I've gotta admire your relative nonchalance about the whole thing, you can be damn sure I'd be freaking the Hell out were our positions swapped. Anyways, hope you heal up as quickly and safely as possible, friend.

Oh, don't call yourself an idiot about it though please, man. Sounds like it could easily have happened to anyone, absolute deathtrap over there. It's certainly a great deal more understandable than the time I got hit by a car 'cause I was too busy reading Michael Grant's BZRK to pay attention.

Pokemon Chrome

Screw it, Manson and Raptor got me all hyped with our little RPing in Discord. I'll finish an app sometime in the span of the next few days.

@NiceScourge

...Looking forwards to it.

And damnit man, Rylee gets his fancy little title, but me? Oh, I'm just the Manson. Although, to be fair, this name Lichthart is pretty poor - far too straight-on for my tastes, and it ain't even 5 syllables!

Pokemon Chrome

Haha, that's even better then. There are some regrettable things to Euphie it's true, but even with those in account I'd definitely be misrepresenting her if she wasn't still hated. I'll try and keep it up, I'm sure it'll get pretty heated when Euphie crosses paths with Aiden or indeed anyone else.

Pokemon Chrome

@Deos Morran Thanks so much man, I haven't been writing creatively much at all for the past year, since studies and work had really caught up with me. It means a lot to hear that I can hopefully still write a good human character, and more importantly? That someone else is enjoying it too. ^^

Pokemon Chrome

Euphoria Caulfield

From the Lab, through the Registration Queues, and to the very edge where Beryllium gives over to Route 9.

(Interacting: @Sho Minazuki, @MechonRaptor)

The easy smile stayed to clothe her lips, she could see and smell the indecision on him, but indecision was good. Always, always best to leave them guessing, even those you could perhaps claim as allies. Euphie didn't want the boy to be too comfortable, yet: in time, he'd see more. Him and all the rest of them, all of Chromis, even. She was hardly the foremost practitioner of physical contact, but a handshake she could endure. She reached out with her right to grip his left, kept her eyes and lips seemingly warm, so as not to make him bolt; began, "Ryan, then? Well, consider me pleased to meet y- hey!"

Her smooth introduction was cleaved in two by her own surprised cry as she felt the Pokedex, resting in the grip of her offhand, wrenched from her with great speed. She knew the culprit, and furiously did she turn to face the Professor, all welcome gone from her face, mouth parted and ready to throw vitriol - but her planned, fiery criticism would not come: given that the Professor unceremoniously smacked her across the crown with the hard plastic device a fraction of moment later. "Arrgh!" was the unintelligent noise she instead produced, moreso in her shock and outrage than from the pain there was of the attack. The beginnings of the handshake; too, gone: her hand slipping the grip as she reflexively juddered downwards and backwards. But before she could escape or lash out, no! Now the Professor was clutching for purchase at her tangled hair, forcing her head bowed with unexpected strength - even as she squirmed, struggled, screeched (all of her prior control lost by this point) that she be released - she was drowned out as Grevilia ranted and raved, the harshly-spoken words floating past her ears like a rushing river as Euphoria's protests grew weaker and more pitiable by the moment.

After what seemed like an age the Professor let Euphoria go, taking a moment to recover and regain her poise as Euphie herself stood stock-still, unresponsive.

"Now, here. This is yours now. And try to treat others with respect alright? Things do come around, after all." spoke the Professor measuredly as she once again offered the Pokedex as some surreal post-modern olive branch. Euphie slowly rose her head again, to look at the thing in Grevilia's hand. Her eyes, for a moment, were completely blank, like the screen of a long-obsolete machine. But she quickly regained... it wouldn't be accurate to say Euphie regained her prior balance, but she could at least find the snarl of a filthy mutt to stain her features, as she looked furiously to the Professor. "Give me that!" yelled Euphie, nearly sending the 'Dex flying from Grevilia's outstretched hand as she snapped her arm over the table to rip it from her grasp.

Euphie then moved backwards very swiftly indeed, until she'd put a good 5 metres - as well as the table - between herself and the Professor. She stopped there, all her body tense, still trying to swallow what had happened. Euphie was not one to be used at all to feeling the abrasive touch and stung, self-righteous orders of others. And even when she had been exposed to that, on those few occasions? She had very swiftly and very proudly taken a disproportionate revenge. But now Euphie was faced with the fact she'd just been... she'd just been attacked, and insulted, and what could she even do about it...? She had no desire to run back and trade blows like a degenerate, especially considering she had a horrible feeling that the aged but shall we say better-fed Professor would trounce her in that capacity, if she had to. And that was about all she had open to her.

Her head hurt, and not just from the blow from the Pokedex. With a grandiose outrage, she stood at her nice safe distance and screeched insults. "You... y-you don't know just whom you're dealing with! Damn you!" She stomped the pristine floor petulantly, achieving nothing save to make herself momentarily seem 10 years' younger. "Don't think you've taught, that you can teach me anything... hag! Listen to me..." Calming down, just marginally, and trying to coax an intimidating staccato into her throat, "Listen to me... there is one thing you said, to be true. What goes around, does come around. And someday, you will regret this!"

She felt more pathetic, more disgusting then as she stood there throwing tantrum than she scarce had before. But such loathing brought with it, clarity. A realisation she felt near-physically sick to think on, but one she could not deny. With this the second time in just a handful of days that she'd been insuled, publicly humiliated and forced to run... Euphie, she couldn't face it. She couldn't start from the start again; alone, treading dark trails she didn't know, hungry and silent and... well, it turned her stomach, yet there wasn't much point in bemoaning it. It was sure to happen once again, courtesy of ill-judged pride.

But involuntarily, and with a desperate squeak fraying and betraying at the edges of her attempts to speak with command: "Ryan. Ryan, I'm going to sign up, now. The League... the League, and the Contests too, I suppose. Come, come with me."

Quietly, after that, but present... and to Euphie's own distress - "...Please..."

-

Before she could debase herself any further, Euphie with a great effort forced herself to spin on her heel and march promptly out of the lab. She soon regained a face like thunder and her deep-seated, indignant anger, which was a lot more comfortable to her... than, whatever the Hell had been drawn out of her like a vile cumulative toxin, a few moments' prior. Back on better-trodden ground now.

The PokePark. She fumbled in her pockets for her box of cigarettes; drew them out, glanced at them... thought better of it, and stowed them again. Instead, she stomped straight past the remnants of the queues. One tardy young lad who couldn't have been older than twelve was at the desk for the League, looking down at the page intently scribbling his name. Euphie leaned over him, tore away the pen - his signature now apparently read 'Benjamin Lans-wnnlnw' - shouted, "Out of my way!" and shoved him almost off his feet with a forceful left arm. She scribbled 'Euphoria Caulfield' quickly in her spidery handwriting and loped over to the Contest sign-up desk, where the young woman who'd just then come forward shrewdly stepped-back before the wild-eyed young woman with the scrappy violet-dyed ponytail could barge through her. Another momentary scribble, and Euphie speed-walked out of the PokePark before any of the young hopefuls could challenge her, almost before they realised what had even happened.

It wasn't far from the lab to the city limits, and Euphie soon found herself standing in the shadow of a tall 'Come Back Soon!' sign adorned with the icon of a saccharine, smiling Emolga's face, which seemed solely to be there to poke fun at her state. She looked upon it bitterly, but then sighed, resigned. So this was Route 9, apparently. "No real better place to start... nor any place worse. If I run now, I can be from this filthy city to another this side of nightfall. But... I'd best rest, first. That unnecessarily hasty escape's already taken it out of me. I should take a moment... calm down, forget, prepare. Can't let this new journey be started in bad faith."

She shook her head, lips drawn, then sat down upon a little brick wall lining the road leading out of the city, tilted her neck to look up at the sky, the placid scrags of clouds overhead. "Because wherever you may begin: things will always get worse."

Pokemon Chrome

@Shadeflare123 Ohhh, yeah, that's real bad. Forgot that was the case for you Americans. In any case, best of luck to you with your exams, you probably got'em good though. ^^

Pokemon Chrome

@Amaterasu Oh 'ey, let's go indeed! Heh, didn't even realise but seems I doused the 100th post in some proper Euphie sweat.

As for the activity levels? Well, that's an interesting question. Truth be told, half the reason myself for sure and Raptor at least in part being here is because our home RP forum's going through a bit of a down-period right now, in that there's only 1 RP that's really worth writing for, by Andrew - and I kept out of it, 'cause I've got a horrible track record for inadvertently tanking Andrew's RPs. I mean, I do agree that this is very active considering the level of writing going down, which is actually quite strong. I've seen some RPs accrue 100 pages in less than a month, but they're not exactly worth reading through.

Things tend to slow down a little after the initial week or two, it's good to start off pretty quick because if things stall a little, we'd still be going at a respectable pace. The RPs that get off the ground rather more slowly, once you throw in work and that it can grind to a near-halt through no fault of anyone.

Anyways, I know RPGuild RPs have a (depressingly) short shelf-life in many cases, but I don't feel like this'll be one of 'em. ^^

Pokemon Chrome

Euphoria Caulfield

In the Lab.

(Interacting: @Sho Minazuki, @MechonRaptor)

Ah, now this was more like it. The Professor across from her, deigning to stand by so prim, so properly. The hair tied back by a band, the disapproval tied back by a thin veneer of professionalism. And the blue-haired boy on her right, shifting and twisting on his legs to ease his tension, gasping and swallowing his breaths as if he'd spent an hour sat underwater.

The Professor looked to her, made eye contact. Euphie returned her look coolly, silently for the moment. "You know smoking is forbidden inside the PokePark right? It's still considered inside the building. Well, if you want a Pokedex, here you go. Just don't smoke inside here." An order which elicited seemingly no reaction from the girl. Grevilia proffered the Pokedex, and Euphie's gloved right hand slunk out snake-like from the coat pocket into which it had been stowed. She made no sudden moves, did not thrust out to snatch the device (as one might expect). Instead, her motions were moreso reminiscent of a distrustful squirrel sniffing carefully at the food in a stranger's palm. With the pace of the handing-over being noticeably and uncomfortably slow, Grevilia spoke again, "I'm sure you know how to use one, in case you have any questions, just ask me or any of the Aides."

Euphie's expression stayed blank, she inclined her chin just a little as she stowed both hand and Pokedex in the safety of her pockets once again. "Appreciated." said Euphie. "And yes, it shouldn't take me long to figure the device." An indulgent little pause. "As for the smoking policy? Well, I'm sorry." - Euphie's tone predictably dry and incinsere as that apology was drawn - "...But I doubt you have much to concern yourself with smoke, anyways. What little these cigarettes can elicit; were they to be any older, any more - spent? They'd be your career ambitions." It was a crass comment in itself, but it was made worse by the fact that Euphie uttered it completely casually, deadpan. Not a hint of a nasty smile, just as if it was pure statement of fact.

Naturally, this slight thrown-out from Euphoria sent the already-sweating lad standing next to her into what seemed to be some kind of overdrive. He cleared his throat, licked his lips while the silence reigned. So Euphie gave just the slightest turn of her neck, surprised and curious to see him preparing to speak. In return, he too turned to face off against her, trying his hardest to keep straight face (devoid, she supposed, of chattering teeth and grimace). "I, uh, don't mean to be rude, but um, you could... probably treat others with, uh, a bit more respect..." She waited patiently for him to finish his rather meandering address, her face starting to split into a seemingly-encouraging smile as he went on. For the young Euphoria, it was an adorable - and unexpected - sight. His stutter continued to drag him down, but underneath? She would be brain-dead if she couldn't smell the conviction underneath. Aww. So he really did care, was willing to put on a pretense at least of standing up for good character. Although she was deeply tempted to cruelly mimic his stutter in her own reply, it was not her way to stoop to the levels of those around her when she could help it. Besides, if he was willing to speak out against her for as small an issue as this, maybe he was a more interesting figure than she'd given him credit for. She'd at least throw him a scrap, for that.

So she smiled to him - it didn't quite reach the blue eyes behind her glasses - and spoke pointedly, "For the help? You're welcome." Then, she crudely daubed her tone in faux-innocence, not unlike the loathsome girl she'd seen earlier. "But oh, do you say I seem disrespectful? That's quite the shame. Why, I'm only here to aid the Professor and yourself." She shrugged nonchalantly, her jacket rustling on her bony shoulders. "Well, I suppose I can be easy to misunderstand sometimes. Nor have I ever been the best with crowds, perhaps they've... put me on edge."

She continued, waving her prior words away with an easy flick of the wrist. "But that's nothing I should concern you with. Instead, my name..."

Euphie paused for a noticeable moment, her mind running quickly but not swift enough. She considered; for the new region, would this be another time to claim a name? An imperceptible shake of the head, no. She was too tired to craft another great lie, a re-invention, a backstory. If old foes wanted her, they'd pick up her scent soon enough anyways. And let them come. Soon, she'd be strong enough to fend them off herself once again. "...Excuse me. Lost my train of thought. I'm Euphoria. You're welcome to call me Euphie, though; or, in fact, whatever you may wish. The import we may assume there to be held in a name means nothing to me..."

Pokemon Chrome

@NiceScourge Hooohh, ohhh Gooood. So even you're keeping an eye on me, now. Oh boy. Guess I should've seen that coming, it's not as if I've turned out anything in Godknows how long, and that's always, always been to your chagrin. Didn't even know you held an account out on the council estate, though. Well, if you're reading over what I'm up to, guess that means I gotta keep on my toes. You always did like my socios the best, so I'll try not to disappoint.