Mangrale

Camp Castaway

Cecilia never thought much about birdsong in all her time traveling. Yet as she stepped over the grass, the healthily green blades bending under her feet, she mused that if there was ever a time to grow an appreciation or even love of such audible ambience, it'd be during her time here. Yet she was also grateful that there weren't any wild roosters in the vicinity, a loud crow not likely to do her subtle yet present morning grogginess any favors. However, she knew that a good breakfast would and she knew she needed all the strength she could get if she wanted to train to the best of her ability sometime today.

Opening the door to the cafeteria, Cecilia received the distinct impression that it was quite more lively than before. This, she could tell, was due in large part to the ever effervescent Ivy enthusiastically associating with a new camper, Kyle standing next to her. All of a sudden, Max's smoke trail rushed through the door as it was closing behind her. Cecilia suspected it was him, her suspicions confirmed as he rematerialized into his human form, dusting himself off. Cecilia scratched her cheek in her bewilderment, unsure what to make of how hectic things were getting. But she figured extraordinary things like this were just a part of the experience and to be expected. Still, she kinda hoped that nothing would faze her by now. Better luck tomorrow.

From the back end of the line, she could see James and Neric, always a welcome sight and something that brightened her expression all the more while she peered down the sneeze guards and faced a delightful bout of indecision. She couldn't forget that there were campers behind her however, and so picked up a few slices of pork loin (Canadian Bacon) and eggs over easy on top of a golden hash brown with a side of chopped fruit with a sense of haste, the added pressure provoking an immediate, honest response on her part. It honestly looked delicious and she was eager to actually finish this meal.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Viranti

It was a curious thing.

When Viranti first entered the forest, and after he stood in bewilderment at how much shade there was for a few seconds, he noted the ambient sounds of wildlife, the birds chirping to the spontaneous accompaniment of various calls by scurrying mammals and even larger creatures. It was the presence of these larger creatures that he was most interested in as he was unwilling to risk eating the bulbous and colorful growths on the branches and bushes.

Unfortunately, Viranti found that there was a learning curve involved with hunting deer in a forest for anyone unfamiliar with either. It seemed like an eventual matter, but it wasn't long until he came across a wild bear during one of his attempts, the large, furry beast roaring loudly and charging at the dragonute. Viranti frowned, not at all thrilled that he wouldn't get another chance to hunt deer before the day was through.

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The beast took a while to skin, but Viranti was eager to try cooking chunks of it on a spit over the fire pit he made next to a pile of leaves where he'd be sleeping. He had dragged his kill to a clearing, wanting to see the stars before he slept for the night. As he thought and mulled over while he relocated what was left of the bear's carcass elsewhere so he wouldn't be bothered further: the stars were unlike the celestial bodies overlooking his homeland. Though, as he just about gorged himself on bear meat and drank what he could from a nearby lake, he did feel marginally better, the animal's flesh almost having a sweet quality to it, although that could have just been because of how hungry he was. Either way, it was the first good thing that's happened to him since this ordeal. And so, with little else to do and with the crackling fire to keep him warm, Viranti laid down in a curled position over the bed of leaves, his tail curving in front of his legs.

The curious thing was: The forest was completely silent, as though even the nocturnal creatures were disinclined to make a sound. This would continue all the way until the dragon left for the village in the morning.

Camp Castaway

Cecilia woke up a short while before the bell, but, as she suspected when she first sat on her bed yesterday, it was so comfortable that she had a difficult time getting out of the sheets. But when the bell did ring, her eyes darted open and she knew she couldn't just linger anymore than she already had. Sitting up in her pajamas. she yawned and rubbed her eyes as she looked over at Valencia, who would also be awake from the camp-wide morning wake up call. Cecilia knew that Valencia liked to go at her own pace and didn't want to bother her too much, especially if she wasn't a morning person. So she simply said good morning and encouraged her to take her time, quietly getting out of bed herself and changing her clothes for this new day. After making her bed, she looked down at it and smiled, thinking about last night and how she couldn't wait to see him again. The young girl turned to the door and after sidestepping the floor mat again, went outside.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

I might post how Viranti would end the day, but it isn't terribly important. Although I'd love to read about these separate interactions between everyone, it may be best to move things along. I would suggest a definite real-life date in which a "ready or not, it's time to move it along to the next stage" occurs. If not, perhaps anyone who's in the middle of an interaction could say when they'll be ready to post something. Besides that, I got nothing. I'm not ready to start mentioning and requesting people to post.

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I'll get on a post tomorrow. And @Vampy, unless I'm mistaken, I think Valencia and Cecilia are cabinmates. Just in case you wanted to incorporate that somewhere in your post. But if not, that's fine. :)

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

@Denny
You know I'm here. :)

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

Marcus Nils

Location A - Ferry Boat to Hope Valley

SoS Spring Theme

The refreshing spring breeze pleasantly blew past Marcus' blonde hair, even on the picturesque left-side balcony where he was spending the last leg of the voyage to his new home, his head and his heel bobbing enthusiastically with the melody. He would just as soon rest with the trip being as tranquil and serene as it had been. He didn't suffer from sea sickness like a few of his fellow passengers, but could have gone for a brief nap given how early he had to wake up. However he was too busy enjoying himself, playing a cheery song on his guitar for a group of tourists, an inevitable outcome considering he carried his prized instrument with him all the time and wasn't about to say no to their eager faces. Besides, he couldn't think of a better way to enter Hope Valley than to celebrate the coming of Spring through music, he even encouraging his listeners to clap their hands in unison as a sort of percussive accompaniment. Right here, right now, life was an adventure and after the second verse, he admitted to himself that he could sleep anywhere and at any time. But there was no way he'd pass up a excellent impromptu recital, with beautiful seafaring scenery to the left of him and with an audience as pleasant as this.

As the telltale signs of vibrant land became visible, Marcus rose from his seat and excitedly gazed at the charming island, from its vivid landscape to its delightful buildings and houses that came into better view as they drew closer. His audience's attention followed his lead as he finished the song and stepped politely and carefully beyond them to get a closer look, taking a moment to look behind before he readies himself for departure. "How's that for a show stopper?! Am I right folks?!" he gleefully said just short of betraying his full excitement and to the lively cheers of his listeners. After bidding them farewell, Marcus placed his acoustic companion in its case, securing it on his back, and hoisted the straps of his two hefty duffel bags over his shoulders. He had a vague plan in mind for what he'd do today, but was too preoccupied with the thought of "stepping into the postcards his brothers had sent him" and experiencing Hope Valley firsthand, to recall it at the moment.

He moved leisurely towards the docks. They weren't going anywhere and he needn't rush and potentially get in anyone's way to get there. Finally stepping off, his affable grin only widened as he walked along the waves of tourists. He stopped and noticed a genial scene among one of the passengers and two other guys. Marcus himself didn't know that the men were both the mayor and resident rancher, but loved how welcoming they were at any rate. If they would look his way, Marcus would greet them amiably. All the same, the mayor's office is one of his stops with the carpenter's workshop as another sometime later.

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@Denny@Rekaigan@Silver Fox

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Camp Castaway

@KatherinWinter
Well I must admit that I don't know and am reluctant to experience the kind of pressure a GM goes under. And I respect that you have high expectations for your players. However, I believe you do have a certain dedication that I think might not come easily to some players and even GMs. Hopefully we'll come across more individuals that can meet your high expectations. Fingers crossed anyway. :)

Describe your favourite game in a nutshell

Shining Soul 2: Saving the land a million times over for peace, justice, and ultimately for monster cards. (I just need the Arch Demon T^T)

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@KatherinWinter
And I don't know what can really be done aside from bringing the interest check back up. The way I see it, most players may join for a time, but after a while will bail because there's always a "new and shiny" thing that will grab their attention and they will continue the cycle in like fashion.

This RP, though, is very accessible and players only need a few minutes to either make a character or post. And we are reaching the second day. I can't think of a better time to join.

But that's all I got I'm afraid.