Mirandae

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Continuing the comments here with @Aeolian.

O, dearest Aeolian. I hope this finds thee well. It would be cool to write everything in Miltonian prose, but I'm afraid it would take a while, heh.

You know what I think about when I read your posts? I think that this writer is also a GM. There is a distinct yet subtle difference between players and GMs being a player in another roleplay. People that are comfortable as GMs tend to have a sense for what they can and cannot do in someone else's game, which is a true delight to have. I have this fleeting memory of seeing you run your own game at one point, but I can't seem to find it—just my imagination, perhaps.

Anyway, your writing is the perfect mixture of concise and flowery prose to the point where I actually feel envy. How you create lore, drive your own plot devices, build your character, and take command of NPCs is just mind blowing to me—it is so well done. I feel really bad for shitting all over the 'Bleak' games, so I certainly won't waste your presence in this.

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In the past, I've written OOC comments for everyone participating. I feel like I want to do it now as well, but not everyone all at once. So, if I haven't commented on your postings yet, don't worry—Mommy will eventually get to you too!

I'll start off with @Krash: Your writing is absolutely on point. It's clean, flowy, and easy to understand as one reads it. How you world-build in your posts, add bits of information about the surroundings here and there, is fucking amazing. When I read your posts, I feel like I'm in your game, reading about your creation and ideas, which makes me geek out about you a lot. You've also picked up on formats and little things such as 'post summaries' very fast, which is impressive to me. This is because you said you were rusty, needing some time to come back to it all—well, you certainly came back BIGLY. Great job. Please stay with us for as long as you can.

@Salsa Verde
Oh yeah, me too. Although, I didn't get very far in the game. The combat gameplay was fun, but that's about it.

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Here is a fitting WOMBO art!

Hider

I actually played the shit out of Lost Ark.

@Salsa Verde

Oh yeah? Which class is/was your main?

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I refuse to have this on the 3rd page, so double post incoming. Let's go through combat scenes.

The image of The Spirits Within combat that I've had in my head has finally found a great example that I can show you. This video is a class showcase of a game mode in Lost Ark. Combat scenes in the roleplay follows the same formula for enemies: Big bads that lead a ton of cannon fodder enemies. The speed and flashiness of the player character is all in there as well. The blood splatter, explosions from spirit energy, all of it is what I've wanted to convey but haven't so far.

The second part to combat is the 'game' aspect of it, which you don't have to actively take part in if you don't want to. The details of it can be found in the Codex-thread. There is a bunch of 'icons' that you attach to your combat post, which will influence how things turn out. However, main point of this post was to show the 'style' of the combat, so that the vision is uniform in all of us here.

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@Rockette
Kayaking, huh? At least it's a somewhat creative choice. Just make sure to wear a low cut top with that water splashing everywhere—get the boys proper thirsty. 100 degrees? Jesus. I'm so happy right now that June is a proper, normal, Scandinavian summer. Temperature sits around 70d/20c every day with a brisk and light air swirling around. It's just, perfect.

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FLASHBACK — FARHAVEN-CEC [Train] — Prelude - 08:00AM — @DeadDrop@Salsa Verde@Archangel89 Emilia tucked away her bag and rifle in the overhead compartment row, above the window, as Eun-ji chatted about the Research Division. Belladonna...? Hmm, oh yeah, Emberletter... that's where I recognize that name from, she thought to herself. There was always a story that the media attempted to tell, whether true or not. Emilia had gone through that storm herself, way back when the thing with Ben happened. The thing... ugh, how could I forget? Emilia scuffed underneath her breath, being sidetracked by her inner dialog as usual. "That name rings a bell, but I don't remember what she does, exactly." Emilia sat down on the comfy seats again. The rumbling and movement of the train had a soothing quality to it. There were no complications, just a straight line to follow. A smirk broke onto Emilia's lips when the elated researcher offered good flavors this early in the morning, and glasses—all in that tiny carry. I have to get me one of those..., Emilia thought. "To the third edition, maybe?" Emilia said and raised her glass as well. She could not think of anything else. Being in the Group was not some grand aspiration of hers, but it did come with a certain prestige. At least they had a common purpose. They were all on their way towards the same destiny. That in itself was worth celebrating in this world of utter chaos and confusion—or so it seemed. Emilia swiped the whole shot and let the liquid do its thing. The usual, slightly brisk sensation caressed her throat and a hint of a frown on her face came and went within the same second. Emilia had tasted both food and liquor from Goryeo before, but this Ghost thing was something new. It was good, though. Emilia gently nodded her head and glanced at Eun-ji, as an indicator of approval. "Nice flavor. Hit me again," Emilia said and put the glass back on the narrow table between the two, facing row of seats the party currently occupied. It was in this serene moment that some of Emilia's spirits made themselves known and visible. A slight shimmer of white and light blue slowly swirled about and around Emilia's presence. Its shape was somewhat abstract, but in certain twists and brief pauses it resembled a tiny bird of some sort. It was a playful little thing, one that Emilia knew well. It motioned towards Eun-ji and circled the girl's shoulders and head a couple of times before doing the same with Robert. The spirit, or spirits showing as one entity, eventually returned to its sanctuary and seated itself on top of Emilia's head. "I didn't expect this to happen. She usually doesn't show herself around people like this," Emilia said and broke a proper smile. When and where the spirits within decided to show themselves was quite a mystery to most people. All of it seemed random, yet deliberate. However, all of it appeared to depend on the nature of the spirits themselves. Some of them preferred calmness while others preferred strife. Everything was interrupted by a loud entrance. Emilia's spirit quickly returned and was no longer visible. The origin of the ruckus was a familiar face, at least to Emilia. It was a man named Aaron Nyles, or 'Zephyr', as he so elegantly put himself. Emilia had run into him a couple of times over the years, exchanged some banter and gossip, but that was about it. The guy was fast, plenty fast, perhaps too fast for his own good at times. Emilia's frame jerked rather harshly at the sudden scare of Aaron's booming tone. Fuck man..., she thought to herself but lightened up right away. The guy was a blast to be around, high energy, but being an IntDiv agent made a lot of people nervous. Emilia did not mind, though—she had nothing to hide. "No, I'm the fastest, Aaron. You know this already. It's truly mind blowing that I have to remind you of this every time we meet," Emilia said with a teasing tone and frisky smirk on her lips. ☀ ☀ ☀ ☀ EMILIA "GARUDA" LANGE — UDF: CETRA EAST COMMAND [Briefing Room] — Day 1 - 05:33AM — @Prisk@Salsa Verde@Rockette Emilia caught a glimpse of Helena Westerly, as the general intently spoke about who to keep in one piece and not to fuck things up. The girl was brisk on her feet, but Emilia eventually extracted what she knew about Helena from a tiny compartment in her mind. Keeping track of other Aeons and somewhat know about their profiles was a casual hobby of Emilia's. She had a pretty decent grasp of most Cetra based Guardians and even Renegades, but the ones form Anatolia were more or less unknown to her with a few exceptions. As the general concluded his brief scolding, or whatever one were to call it, Emilia found a moment to breathe. Eun-ji showed concern, which was a welcomed relief. Wait, what...? Emilia thought, as she noticed the stylish version of the hideous uniform they all had to wear on the Goryean. "Eh, he's not normally like that. But, hey—look at you, fashion. Where..-did you do this yourself?" Emilia eyed the girl up and down in the same moment as a warming and reassuring presence passed them by. Of all the Aeons present, Emilia had probably spent the most time with Scylla. They had been stationed together some years ago, not too long after Emilia's break up with Ben. That time in her life was a whole chapter by itself.

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Man, it was really difficult to just follow where everyone is and who is doing what. Please, let me know if I got something wrong in my post. I tried to sort of tie things together bit, but yeah, it was tricky.

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Intense crow's feet formed at the corners of Hanna's eyes, as she tried to control herself from violently filling the space with deranged laughter, covering her mouth with both hands. The trail of careful analysis of her old friends by Meir was nothing but the highest comedic standards—tan bed burnt plastics who were through two marriages already. From what Hanna knew, besides the marriage part, the breakdown of the old squad was essentially true. Hanna gently put a hand on Meir's arm to balance herself, nearly falling off of the bar stool. It was not as much the comments he made by themselves, but what Hanna filled the gaps with in her head that was so outrageously funny, and quite pathetic at the same time. She chuckled at herself, too, for being part of that whole shtick back at Ritman. In her defense, it was a phase much like any other deprived endeavor that teenagers indulged in. "Fuck yes, be my buddy, Meir." Hanna said while finally recovering from nearly choking herself to death from silent laughter. A quick whiff from her polished nails at the bartender, and they were all set on a new path. "Whatever my man her wants and one for me too, and anyone else that wants it—I've got money, I'm riiich Biaatch." Hanna chuckled while invoking the spirit of the Chappelle Show. While paying for the festivities with a few card swipes, Hanna did take note of some old faces that had arrived, even if she was seemingly distracted. William was ever so fabulous in everything he did and everything he wore. Hanna still followed him on socials and geeked over some of his stuff every now and then. She gave him a sparkly smile and a tiny wave of her hand when he addressed everyone. And then, there was Sara—Oh, Sara. Hanna instantly remembered everything about that girl and what the 'plastics' did. The thought as to why Hanna herself had acted the way she did towards Sara briefly came to life. It was not a pretty thought, but it had since then been thoroughly solved. Hanna did not know what she wanted back then or what she was attracted to, which was a recipe for disaster for someone of her caliber. The gathering at the bar grew in size. Hanna was delighted to see the new additions coming along, and she made sure to do a few extra swipes with her card to pay for any drinks they wanted. Hanna figured that she might as well keep the momentum going and really make this something she will remember. She broke her attention to the tiny card swiping contraption and focused on Billy and Freya. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite mistress of all time," Hanna said and gave Freya a cheek kiss with a glistening smile. "We're having seconds—or thirds, I don't know—all around, so dig in here, get whatever you guys want, on me." She indicated to both of them. The fact that Sara and Jack slipped out of view for a moment completely escaped Hanna's simple mind. She was too busy with the people around the bar and what Paul had told her to do—snap a few grams and do some silly dances for TikTok. All that would eventually come along, but a nice selfie with some familiar faces in the background was good enough for now. Hanna raised her phone a few notches above her head, just enough to include the old classmates. As she concluded the intense snapping spree of selfies, Meir commented on the capsule. "I probably put something mean about Jen and Maddie in there. You know, the 'plastics'. That would be fucking hilarious." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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I will begin to update the cast banners every now and then to reflect who that seems to be active. Don't get stressed out if you're not in there. When you post something, anywhere, and I see that you're still in it, then I'll just add you back. My reference point right now will be Chapter 1 and OOC/PMs.

@Rockette
Sure you did, babe. ♥
We had dinner at the school, actually. The principal ordered food and drinks for us, which was nice. So, there wasn't much to choose from, but we had Champagne and Rosé.

@metanoia
No worries at all. This is exactly what 'flashbacks' are for—to take the pressure off.

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This was going to happen sooner or later.

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