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6 yrs ago
Current "Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point.
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8 yrs ago
The word homeowner has the word "meow" in it. Good luck pronouncing it correctly ever again. You're welcome ^.^
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8 yrs ago
When everything seems wrong...something goes right, and it changes darkness into light, and makes the shadows a little less daunting.
9 yrs ago
People cry, not because they are weak. It's because they've been strong for too long
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9 yrs ago
the bad thing about being bullied is that every time it happens it steals a little piece of who you are if it happens enough little by little you become a little less of who you were meant to be.

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*applies peer pressure* @Caits@Expolar

Unusual Merchandise
Requester: Acalypha Town
Job description: Some rather old and valuable materials have begun to make their way into the market. The town leadership suspect that some local raiders have found some stash nearby and are willing to pay top dollar to keep the market in check. Find where the raiders are getting their goods and stop the flow.
Reward: 700,000 jewels
Taken by:





Both look good to me!
@t2wave its okay, i looked at the mention on my phone, which of course took it away from my alerts, and had planned on going over it last night, which didn't happen. Cause, pain, pain pain. I'll check it out in a few mintutes, thank you!
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I do apologise, to everyone, I may be a little rude here.

Well thanks for the time, but I'm going to withdraw my application from this. Aside from Zarkun, I've come to feel a bit ignored by the other GMs. No hard feelings, but it does give off a bit of an anti-newcomer atmosphere. I was iffy about coming in blind to such a long running rp, as in my experience the ones who've been there from the start tend to be less inclined to let in newbies, but I was encouraged by some here, and took a shot at it. Oh well. Thanks again for the time.


First of all, I'm sorry. Yes, I was goign to get to things yesterday, but I came back to my grandmas, went to do something, and threw my back out. It was honestly all I could do to sit down and not fall to the ground in a painful heap. This roleplay has been going on for four years, and yes, sometimes its slow. Sometimes I'm not the best GM I could be, but I assure you, I always get around to things. We have had no issues with people coming in, and indeed, Panda (Who I'm hoping to god i'm getting this right, honestly, my memory isn't doing too well at the moment) is the most recent addition, and we have had several people join, stay and become valued members. I accept just about everyone.

So far, you are the only one to have that opinion of "Anti-newcomer atmosphere".

My amazing co-gms pick up the slack when I need it, which yes, has been a fair bit this year, and part of thats because I'm currently doing everything I can not to fail my classes. I have a bit of free time right now, and I was going to spend most of the day getting shit done, including updating jobs for everyone who won't be in the upcoming arc, but that would help tie into the next arc. I was even going to update the active list again, and so many other things. Including, looking over, and approving- because yeah, I've already looked over your CS, as I had it in a tab open to look at as soon as I got my borrowed laptop open, and was just about to approve it when I saw your post.

So yes, it was a little delayed. But I always get around to doing things. And I always, always, give time and slack to everyone, because real life comes first. That has always been my opinion.

You're always welcome if you change your mind.

And again, I'm sorry everyone. I know I'm not the best GM, but I am trying, and I will be picking up my slack. I'm sorry if that has affected any of you, and if you have any problems, please come to me. I will always, always, be there to try and fix things.





Now, I'm going to get to work. Does anything else in the OOC need my attention? I'm going to answer PM's now, reply to a collab, and then I'll be doing stuff for the OP and the CS tab.

@t2wave do you have that link to that google doc you did about the active characters? I cannot find it in my documents, and would greatly appreciate having it, thanks! And there was also something you posted that I have to look over, isn't there? Can you post the permlink to it? A job and a character, correct?
*rubs eyes*

I'll check things later, I apologise. My body hates me an I have to feed my uncles cat.
Michael Stevenson


Location: obstacle Tower Stands
Interacting withErin Chase, Syleste Niore (@Vicier), Simon Riddle (@Ghost Shadow)






Michael kept his gaze on the obstacle tower, following the participants, and relaying what was happening to Syleste, trying to go into much detail as he could, focusing on the tower made speaking easier. He had a hand on Moe, restraining the large dog, feeling him practically vibrating underneath his hand, knowing the big goofy bundle of fur wanting to run about, and pounce on everyone, or play with Prince, which would involve just about smothering Syleste. Michael wasn’t worried about Moe hurting the much smaller dog- he wouldn’t hurt a fly, and was often gently with the smaller creatures.

It wasn’t odd to see Moe stretched out with some of them on him, the good natured, soft hearted dog suffering through it. Still, Moe would forever have a puppy’s outlook, and Michael often had to restrain him from charging anyone or anything. Even if he sometimes forgot to do that. “It looks like Ky’ vie is well on her way to keeping her title” He said, watching Ky’ vie a moment as she neared the top, her determination nearly palpable from where they were, “B-but D-Deon is making his way up close behind her. C-could be close” He said, turning his gaze from them, to others on the tower, “P-Pierre seems to be doing okay, He seems to have found a good path to climb up.” Pierre never seemed to give up, year after year.

He continued to tell Syleste what was going on, stopping as Ky’ vie and Deon reached the top, assuming that there was a winner, and shifting, turning away from the tower, Moe looking up at him, eyes wide, almost begging as he had his tongue out, and tail wagging fast, as if asking permission to jump about. Michael lifted his hand, and patted the large dog on the head, sending him into ecstatics. He was so easy to please. “S-s-such a good boy” Michael said softly to him, earning a doggy grin, leaning against Michael’s legs and nearly sending him tumbling over.

“Um. Looks like Ky’ vie and Deon both got to the top, don’t know who won yet” he said, once more laying a hand on Moe’s back, keeping him still, at least for the moment. With the tower course nearly over, Michael turned his thoughts to other things. Simon seemed to have just ignored Syleste, and the rest of the group, and if you held your breath you’d probably die waiting for Erin to say something to anyone, at least right then. So Michael was happy to be able to give Syleste some attention, even if it made him incredibly nervous.

”W-what is t-the p-pun-piece you're w-working on?” he asked, knowing that whatever they were all here for would be revealed soon, but still wanting to talk a little bit.
As they debated amoung themselves, Callie rose, feeling a little sick, she made straight for the cabin door, wanting the fresh air, and as much as she wanted to, she didn't look back to see if her departure was noticed. She slipped out the door, hugging herself, moving behind the cabin, and leaning against the wall, sliding down to the ground. She closed her eyes tightly, and hugged her knees to her chest.

Was she doomed to be alone, forever? Was she going to lose Caius to a god? And when he has accomplished what he had promised, he will ascend to the heavens, to his rightful place with the gods. If he was in Caius, Claudia... didn't it mean Caius was going to be ripped from her, like so much else? She dropped her head down against her knees, doing everything she could to stop the tears that wanted to come out.

She knew she was probably being selfish, unreasonable. But... she didn't want to lose the one bit of happiness she'd had in years. Ever since her parents had died, it seemed like it was one thing after another. Was this the karma she received for not understanding the vision she had had, for not preventing their deaths? She closed her eyes as tightly as she could, rocking slightly, anything to not just fall into a ball and cry. Her mind went back to the vision she'd had when she'd first seen Caius...

Was that never meant to be, that brief flicker at happiness she had seen there? Just the delusions of a young woman who had been searching for something to cling onto, as she floated in despair? or was she simply being foolish, over reacting? She sighed, knowing that she shouldn't have run off like she had, not when there was a witch seeking to kill her, or take down Caius. She knew she was putting them all in danger, and she made a move to get up, mumbling a few words in magic as she did so. @Kyrisse
@Crimson Raven
pokes

I really do need to update the op....
Imogen Parsons



Locationthe obstacle tower
Interacting with Hawley Griffin (@Ghost Shadow) and Alan Carpenter (@YoshiSkittlez)






Her arms hurting, her legs a little weak, Imogen continued her long climb, part of her wishing that she hadn’t started this obstacle tower, but most of her was proud that she was doing this. This really was the start of a whole new imogen, she was going to make sure of that. Looking up, she could see that she was very near the top of the tower, and thrilled, she cheered herself on, making sure that she didn’t look down. She wasn’t afraid of heights, but she also wasn’t foolish enough to look down and risk that vertigo… it would be a looong way down, and… oh, she was going to make herself dizzy thinking about it. She flung her thoughts to other things, thinking on the forum roleplays she was in, what she had to write about, and the lovely Dungeons and Dragons game she had going on.

She knew she was the epitome of geek, and she embraced it. It was who she was. And if there was one thing she had learned in her years at the camp was that you had to be who you were. Screw everyone else if they didn’t accept that. They weren’t worth the trouble then. And besi-

Thwack

Her head hit the top of the platform, the top of the tower, and she groaned, swaying a moment, reaching up with one hand to rub the top of her head. She lowered her hand to her eyes to make sure it hadn’t come away with blood. Relieved that she hadn’t cracked her skull open, Imogen looked up. She could hear voices, but it didn’t matter to her that she hadn’t come close to winning, she had still made it to the top, and she laid her head against the wall, laughing softly. She’d done it! She hung there a moment, before she started back down, grinning like a fool when she reached the bottom.

She reached up to run a hand over her hair, looking around, absolutely thrilled with herself, she was now a little stumped on what to do. There had been something about a… meeting? Hadn’t there, Dionysus wanted them all together? She rocked back on her feet a moment, before starting off, heading to the benches, not wanting to bother anyone, although part of her was hoping that maybe someone would approach her

So much for making a change She thought a little bittering to herself, stopping where she was, and hesitating once more. She looked about, seeing the Athena twins, Syleste, and Erin- who scared the crap out of Imogen, she never knew how to act around her- and Simon, in a group… or mostly in a group. She wasn’t really willing to go over there, just yet, and she looked about again. Her gaze soon landed on Alan, and Griffin, standing together, and she rocked bck on her feet, thinking. She bit her bottom lip, chewing on it for a moment as if deciding, before she took a deep breath and started towards them, quickly before she lost her nerve. She plastered on a large grin, ”I did it, I mean, I didn’t have a hope in hell of winning, but I still did it!” she said cheerfully, or rather hoping that she sounded cheerful.

She was already beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake coming over, and if she should just do a quick retreat, and hiding in the stands. Gods, she just didn’t seem to have the confidence at all for talking with more than one person. And even one person was a challenge. She waited nervously, while trying not to appear that she was nervous.
Niesha


Location Building one: medical


The sound of laughter, even something as small of a chuckle served to remind Niesha that there was still light in the world, even if she didn't think she would ever feel like laughing again. They'd gone months without something as drastic as today happening, and she was beginning to think that there was a god out there, only he was sadistic, sitting up there probably bored every so often and deciding to make their lives a little bit of hell for a few days, and then giving them months of relative safety. "I'm pretty sure that that's any cats game plan. To kill us, even before the outbreak" Niesha said softly, not trying to make a joke, just... wanting to say something.

As if her own voice would banish Sophia's, still echoing in her mind.

She wrapped her arms around herself in a hug, looking at them all, not sure what to do, but not wanting to leave, to go back to the empty apartment, where she might just dwell on her apparently diminish sanity until she fell off that precarious ledge into insanity. While that might be fun, it wasn't something she wanted. She liked who she was... she'd worked hard to get where she was, and she was happy with it, even if it came with the grief of loss, the pain and suffering... because it came with some much more. It came with the happiness of having people she could confide in, the happiness of being apart of something that was going strong, in a world that wanted to break it down.

She didn't want to lose that.

"I'm going to stay here a while... I don't want to be alone. Is there anything else I can do?"
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