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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 8-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing. Since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.
I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.
I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more on another site. I've always been a fan of writing competitions and I joined a lot several of the ones that were hosted on this website. Now I get to host them myself and really enjoy that too.
When you come here to check if I'm online, know that even when I show as online I might not be able to respond to RP's. I open this site so that when I have time I can spend some time here, but I don't always end up with the time to do so.
If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. I don't ghost on purpose, sometimes I just forgetful and if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab I might forget I was supposed to reply T_T
I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.
I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more on another site. I've always been a fan of writing competitions and I joined a lot several of the ones that were hosted on this website. Now I get to host them myself and really enjoy that too.
When you come here to check if I'm online, know that even when I show as online I might not be able to respond to RP's. I open this site so that when I have time I can spend some time here, but I don't always end up with the time to do so.
If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. I don't ghost on purpose, sometimes I just forgetful and if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab I might forget I was supposed to reply T_T
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Okay people, ten days left before the deadline. I'm looking forward to see what you all wrote!
Try not to submit at the last moment, if the timestamp of your PM is after 12 Jun 2020 7:00 game time it will be disqualified and lag is not a valid excuse. And keep an eye on the word count too.
Remember to send your entries to me in a PM, with the number of the RPGC and your title as the subject. And let me know if you want your story to be anonymous or not.
Try not to submit at the last moment, if the timestamp of your PM is after 12 Jun 2020 7:00 game time it will be disqualified and lag is not a valid excuse. And keep an eye on the word count too.
Remember to send your entries to me in a PM, with the number of the RPGC and your title as the subject. And let me know if you want your story to be anonymous or not.
I'm sure Cresselia is Michael's second favourite legendary Pokémon now, after all that happened to him, but no-one can top Mew ^_^
"Come on, come on, come on!" Bear said when he spotted the gym, rushing towards it. "I will kick that Miltank's butt!"
He jogged to the entrance and when he noticed no-one had followed him he started doing some warming-up exercises. "Slowpokes!" he called back to them.
Andy laughed when he saw Bear jog to the gym. "Excited and impatient as ever," he said. "The day he doesn't act like that is the day I will be worried about him."
He turned to Frosiien as she seemed impressed by the gym. "I would love to show you the gyms of the Rorie Islands one day," he said. "The gym leaders did their best to make them something special. My best friend is the gym leader of the ground gym there."
"Less talking, more getting your butts over here to fight!" Bear called to them.
Michael blinked at the unexpected question. "Uhm..." he began, knowing he should know that. They were friends after all. "I know she liked to do puzzles back home and read the detective novels of Marjory, an old woman with her faithful Growlithe who solve mysteries all over the regions. She loves astronomy, but she also likes astrology. Jirachi and Cresselia are her favourite legendary Pokémom." He glanced at Gavin. "Or were," he added, "but she had a plush of both of them in her room, and one of Clefairy too, and she wrote a thesis once about Pokémon from the stars and the moon when we attended Rhando Academy. I recall my uncle gave it a good grade. She also has a soft spot for fire-type Pokémon, loves apple pie with cinnamon, and she always has a rebus-puzzlebook with her to keep her busy when she made camp somewhere. When it's full she always buys a new one."
Was there more to tell? He thought he had covered most of the things she liked.
"Oh, and her favourite colour is burgundy, I think. And one of her dreams is to find one of Cresselia's feathers."
He paused as he thought about what they had learned about Cresselia in the Academy, that she was the counterpart of Darkrai. If there was one legendary Pokémon he wanted to meet, it was her. Every time he thought about Darkrai he felt uneasy and he searched in his pocket for the pendant with the crescent moon he had gotten from Giratina, who had been unexpected kind.
Mabel flew at a calm pace through the sky, going north. She wouldn't go far, just somewhere with a lot of open space around her. She landed on the rooftop she had taken the small Pokémon to before. She smiled when she thought about Charcoal who had evolved. Such a cutie. And Ixia too.
"Probably," Mindy said as she scanned the signs of the shops around them. "Let's go that way and see what we come across. There are usually shops with Pokémon treats and accessories in big cities. I tried to give Marie a collar, but she detests having something around her neck." She laughed. "Mabel likes jewellery when she does a contest, but not to wear every day."
She looked at the people around them before looking back at Niccia. "I have a few friends on Rhando, but none of them wanted to come on this journey with me. Michael also didn't feel like travelling when I left, I guess he needed a little more time to get ready for that. I'm glad I met you guys."
He jogged to the entrance and when he noticed no-one had followed him he started doing some warming-up exercises. "Slowpokes!" he called back to them.
Andy laughed when he saw Bear jog to the gym. "Excited and impatient as ever," he said. "The day he doesn't act like that is the day I will be worried about him."
He turned to Frosiien as she seemed impressed by the gym. "I would love to show you the gyms of the Rorie Islands one day," he said. "The gym leaders did their best to make them something special. My best friend is the gym leader of the ground gym there."
"Less talking, more getting your butts over here to fight!" Bear called to them.
Michael blinked at the unexpected question. "Uhm..." he began, knowing he should know that. They were friends after all. "I know she liked to do puzzles back home and read the detective novels of Marjory, an old woman with her faithful Growlithe who solve mysteries all over the regions. She loves astronomy, but she also likes astrology. Jirachi and Cresselia are her favourite legendary Pokémom." He glanced at Gavin. "Or were," he added, "but she had a plush of both of them in her room, and one of Clefairy too, and she wrote a thesis once about Pokémon from the stars and the moon when we attended Rhando Academy. I recall my uncle gave it a good grade. She also has a soft spot for fire-type Pokémon, loves apple pie with cinnamon, and she always has a rebus-puzzlebook with her to keep her busy when she made camp somewhere. When it's full she always buys a new one."
Was there more to tell? He thought he had covered most of the things she liked.
"Oh, and her favourite colour is burgundy, I think. And one of her dreams is to find one of Cresselia's feathers."
He paused as he thought about what they had learned about Cresselia in the Academy, that she was the counterpart of Darkrai. If there was one legendary Pokémon he wanted to meet, it was her. Every time he thought about Darkrai he felt uneasy and he searched in his pocket for the pendant with the crescent moon he had gotten from Giratina, who had been unexpected kind.
Mabel flew at a calm pace through the sky, going north. She wouldn't go far, just somewhere with a lot of open space around her. She landed on the rooftop she had taken the small Pokémon to before. She smiled when she thought about Charcoal who had evolved. Such a cutie. And Ixia too.
"Probably," Mindy said as she scanned the signs of the shops around them. "Let's go that way and see what we come across. There are usually shops with Pokémon treats and accessories in big cities. I tried to give Marie a collar, but she detests having something around her neck." She laughed. "Mabel likes jewellery when she does a contest, but not to wear every day."
She looked at the people around them before looking back at Niccia. "I have a few friends on Rhando, but none of them wanted to come on this journey with me. Michael also didn't feel like travelling when I left, I guess he needed a little more time to get ready for that. I'm glad I met you guys."
As Jase spoke, Stuart was typing and nodded occasionally. He didn't interrupt the man as he talked and just wrote down the things he said.
"It doesn't look like a form of Lycanthropy," he said when Jase was done. "If nothing weird has happened to you, this is more like you always were a Timberfae, but that something triggered the transformation to your true form. I know it happened with demons in the past, they looked like normal humans most of their life, but after reaching a certain age or after a specific alignment of the moon and planets their transformation started." He examined Jase. "I'm not saying Timberfae are demonic, but it's the only comparison I have. Your kind is probably linked to the fae, judging by the name, and the characteristics lean more towards earth than darkness."
He got up and paced around as he thought about it. "I will have to read up on it," he muttered, speaking to himself rather than Jase. "Or ask a fae, but I've never seen fae before as they tend to hide themselves and their homes behind magic and humans can't see through them." He paused as he said that. "Although... wasn't there an agent that could?" He recalled reading something like that when he had examined the profiles of the agents that were stationed here, when he was invited to come over to teach a promising young agent some charms to send demons back to their realm.
He turned to Jase when he remembered he was still sitting there. "Sorry, got lost in my thoughts there. We will go somewhere more private for a physical investigation, if you consent to that. That does mean fully undressed I'm afraid. After that you can leave and I will see if I can find more information about Timberfae through the books and cross-check that with what you told me. Then we will meet again tomorrow morning and decide on further steps to understand you. I will ask you questions about your eating and sleeping pattern and if you noticed any differences, so try to keep an eye on that tonight. Understood?"
"Yeah, no problem," Mike said to Harriet and he nodded to Ben before he left. He walked to Gaia's room and knocked on the door.
The images of the file agent Morrison had showed him and Ethan about a dragon-like demon and it's victims flashed through his mind and he swallowed heavily. He reminded himself Gaia wasn't that demon, so there was nothing to worry about.
"It's not far from here," he assured her. "The end of this corridor. Or the beginning if you enter from the other side." He moved to take her hand. "Let's go get your things then. We'll leave the mess, the boss said he would deal with it and if anyone should be cleaning that up, it's the ones who made."
"It doesn't look like a form of Lycanthropy," he said when Jase was done. "If nothing weird has happened to you, this is more like you always were a Timberfae, but that something triggered the transformation to your true form. I know it happened with demons in the past, they looked like normal humans most of their life, but after reaching a certain age or after a specific alignment of the moon and planets their transformation started." He examined Jase. "I'm not saying Timberfae are demonic, but it's the only comparison I have. Your kind is probably linked to the fae, judging by the name, and the characteristics lean more towards earth than darkness."
He got up and paced around as he thought about it. "I will have to read up on it," he muttered, speaking to himself rather than Jase. "Or ask a fae, but I've never seen fae before as they tend to hide themselves and their homes behind magic and humans can't see through them." He paused as he said that. "Although... wasn't there an agent that could?" He recalled reading something like that when he had examined the profiles of the agents that were stationed here, when he was invited to come over to teach a promising young agent some charms to send demons back to their realm.
He turned to Jase when he remembered he was still sitting there. "Sorry, got lost in my thoughts there. We will go somewhere more private for a physical investigation, if you consent to that. That does mean fully undressed I'm afraid. After that you can leave and I will see if I can find more information about Timberfae through the books and cross-check that with what you told me. Then we will meet again tomorrow morning and decide on further steps to understand you. I will ask you questions about your eating and sleeping pattern and if you noticed any differences, so try to keep an eye on that tonight. Understood?"
"Yeah, no problem," Mike said to Harriet and he nodded to Ben before he left. He walked to Gaia's room and knocked on the door.
The images of the file agent Morrison had showed him and Ethan about a dragon-like demon and it's victims flashed through his mind and he swallowed heavily. He reminded himself Gaia wasn't that demon, so there was nothing to worry about.
"It's not far from here," he assured her. "The end of this corridor. Or the beginning if you enter from the other side." He moved to take her hand. "Let's go get your things then. We'll leave the mess, the boss said he would deal with it and if anyone should be cleaning that up, it's the ones who made."
Benjamin nodded. That had to be someone of the staff, but who? Just about every nurse he had talked with talked about taking his meds. At least it was narrowed down to 'an older woman'. It didn't matter much though, they would surely try again and there was nothing to be done about that.
"Did you know this would happen?" he asked Dia as he turned to face her. "Would her medicine have effected you too if you were with her?"
"Don't try to talk," the nurse told Ari. "Just relax and breath, okay Ray? That is all you have to do right now. You'll feel better once the medication wears off and the doctor will consult with the psychiatrist to alter your medication."
She checked to see if the mask was covering her mouth as it should and left again, leaving Ari by herself.
"Don't worry about it, okay?" Marc said. "It will be my gift to you." He pushed back his chair and rose. "I will go pay for the book and the consumptions," he said as he gently grabbed the book. "I'll be back soon."
He walked with the book to the counter and asked if he could pay. As he waited for the person behind the bar to enter everything into the cash register, he glanced over his shoulder to Sara.
A nice girl, he was glad he had taken the time to get to know her better. Although she had said some troubling things about the asylum they worked. He decided he'd look into it the next day.
"Did you know this would happen?" he asked Dia as he turned to face her. "Would her medicine have effected you too if you were with her?"
"Don't try to talk," the nurse told Ari. "Just relax and breath, okay Ray? That is all you have to do right now. You'll feel better once the medication wears off and the doctor will consult with the psychiatrist to alter your medication."
She checked to see if the mask was covering her mouth as it should and left again, leaving Ari by herself.
"Don't worry about it, okay?" Marc said. "It will be my gift to you." He pushed back his chair and rose. "I will go pay for the book and the consumptions," he said as he gently grabbed the book. "I'll be back soon."
He walked with the book to the counter and asked if he could pay. As he waited for the person behind the bar to enter everything into the cash register, he glanced over his shoulder to Sara.
A nice girl, he was glad he had taken the time to get to know her better. Although she had said some troubling things about the asylum they worked. He decided he'd look into it the next day.
I just had an idea :o what if Mike goes to Gaia and they flip the switch to make her go mental. Gaia trashes around which looks like an attack, Ethan and Morrison hear the roar and go check...
I'm with you. Sometimes there isn't much to say, but generally I prefer posts with multiple paragraphs over one short one.
It is your turn, yes :)
It is your turn, yes :)
When you have a lot of active characters, the post gets longer :)
Happens in the Dragon Riders RP a lot. I think our longest posts are in that one.
Happens in the Dragon Riders RP a lot. I think our longest posts are in that one.
"Timberfae," Stuart muttered. "Timberfae..." He went to his laptop to open a file. "Tell me about your transformation," he said as he gestured to an empty seat and he started typing, only pausing to examine the physical appearance of this agent.
While this was the first time ever seeing one, the name wasn't entirely unfamiliar. Maybe he had read a side-note somewhere, or a mention about these creatures. He couldn't recall, but he couldn't start this investigation without getting more data.
Benjamin hugged Steph back and had a smile for her. "Room 26 is for you now. If you want I'll help you move things."
"I'm going..." Mike began, but his voice trailed off. He didn't feel like he belonged here, not after all that happened, but at the same time he didn't know what else he could do, or where he should go. So he was left standing there to the side, feeling a bit awkward.
While this was the first time ever seeing one, the name wasn't entirely unfamiliar. Maybe he had read a side-note somewhere, or a mention about these creatures. He couldn't recall, but he couldn't start this investigation without getting more data.
Benjamin hugged Steph back and had a smile for her. "Room 26 is for you now. If you want I'll help you move things."
"I'm going..." Mike began, but his voice trailed off. He didn't feel like he belonged here, not after all that happened, but at the same time he didn't know what else he could do, or where he should go. So he was left standing there to the side, feeling a bit awkward.
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