Mistiel

Camp Castaway

@LiegeLord

Kyle didn't even turn around once to notice Lin's predicament. He simply climbed straight back down the rock face and began making his way toward Ivy. Wow, what an ass.... Lin thought. Didn't even reply to my whole spiel about three-way friendship. Odd thought to be having when she was dangling off the face of the fourth tier wall by one hand. She managed to swing herself up so her left hand was grabbing it alongside the right one to give her dominant arm some small respite.

All of a sudden, she heard below a feminine voice crying out, "James! Neric! Look," and hoped that meant her and not some interesting slug on the ground. Her arms were literally shaking with the effort of holding herself up. She cast her eyes below, looking desperately for footholds, but none were found. If only Kyle had noticed Lin's belay tether completely snapping and even falling past him as he climbed down. Ice Boy seemed to be in his own little world, the jerk. Lin grunted with strain, trying minimize the amount her legs flailed in the air as each time they did, her grip got a little looser.

Suddenly, a coarse, gritty black...thing gripped her tightly. "I've got you little one!....Would you like to go up or down?" Lin blinked in surprise at the black form. "Neric?" she exclaimed. "Boy am I glad you can fly! Thanks for the save! Everybody seems to be going back down, so down please if you would."

No fuckin' clue...yet

Start with Titansgrave! xD

Tell Me The Story

Nick felt the utterly strange sensation of weightlessness as the world he knew dropped away to blackness. All of a sudden, he found himself in a small hut. To be more precise, the bed he was on was soft but quite distinctly scratchy wool when he patted its comforter with his hands. "Where am Ah?" he twanged, looking around and patting himself and surrounding objects. "Is this real right now?" As if in answer to his question, a frantic knocking started at the only door of the hut. Nick made to roll out of bed, but in the process he knocked a sizeable book off of the nightstand next to the bed. Bending over to pick it up, he recognized it immediately as the one he grabbed off the pillar.

Deciding to wait on opening the book, he tucked it under his left arm and strode over to the door. Opening it, he beheld a severely bedraggled young woman. "Well howdy do, maybe you can give me some answers here, pretty lady! Ah am mighty confused right about now. How 'bout ye come in and tell me who's chasin' ya, huh?" He opened the door as wide as it would go, a ninety degree angle, and beckoned with his right hand. He bowed low gallantly as she crossed the threshold. Nice! Black lace! Sexy! the darker part of his mind whispered as his eyes spied her smallclothes underneath the white dress. He also spied some bloodstains all over said dress, but that small detail was lost on him, macho as he was.

Completing the bow in one smooth motion, knowing from experience that ladies didn't typically mind being bowed to by a gentleman, Nick Fletcher went over and sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly the only seat in the room save for a chair pushed into a tiny desk at the back of the hut. "Maybe you c'n start by tellin' me what this here book is? I grabbed it off a pillar and then Ah (I) woke up here." He looked around the hut once more, eyes resting on the door he had just closed on his way across the room. "And uhh....Ah'm still tryin' to figger out where "here" is. "

Nick sitting on the bed

What Are You Listening To?

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria breathed a barely audible, very unladylike snort. "Yeah, you didn't see me volunteering to talk to him. Just to get his attention," she replied. Her eyes drifted back along the crowd assembled. Oh, and there was their resident songstress right now, looking at....her? Gods above, what does she want NOW?. The tiefling had constantly pestered Ceria ever since they met about seeing if Ceria could sing. While the elf remembered singing by herself on rare occasions, most numerous back in the elvish homeland, she sure as troglodytes wasn't going to perform for other people. The thought gave her jitters, but not today as her mind was focused on the task at hand.

Nay, today, the tiefling's scrutiny seemed different, though Ceria couldn't quite discern why. The intensity of the gaze made her avert her eyes. "Didn't anyone ever teach you that staring's rude?" she muttered quietly. The hypocrisy of that statement smacked her in the face and she momentarily stopped in her tracks and flinched. "Sorry," she breathed even more quietly. Thankfully, she remembered the message arrow in her left hand, looking down at it briefly. Oh, that was why she had garnered the attention of onlookers plus the tiefling. Spots of color appeared high on her cheeks and she let the blunted, useless shaft drop to the ground and stepped on it with force. The resulting crack of shattered wood was very satisfying indeed. Cheapskate fletchers!

But the tiefling had apparently decided to speak in that somehow endearing singsong way of hers. All of a sudden, she found herself walking toward the tent at a fast clip that kept up, surprisingly, with the tiefling's skipping. The girl's song was complete gibberish, probably distracting Ceria's brain enough from Arthera's duly noted reservations about entering the general's quarters. When the current lyrics were something about blowfish and pelicans sitting in a tree, confusion was bound to occur. Strangely enough, once she got past the weirdness of it all, as they entered the building Ceria found herself starting to enjoy the general melody. She inadvertently started humming along for a second, but quit as quickly as she started with a conscious rapid snap of her jaw. Uggh, since when is music this bloody powerful? she grumbled internally, looking about the interior of the building without paying all that much attention. It was hard to notice details considering during her last song, the tiefling seemed to have this weird "look at me" aura that everybody, not just Ceria, was having trouble ignoring. As the tiefling skipped along, the elf couldn't quite stop her eyes from being hypnotized by the vine-like tail.

Collateral Then Collaboration

This is either a 1x1 or a 2x1, depending on whether or not the sniper wants to play as a playable character later in the thread (though it wouldn't make sense for him/her to post except right at the beginning and then later on in the RP if/when the participants were ever to meet him again).
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Plot Summary:

You were usually a pretty antisocial person before you died saving the girl of your dreams, one whom you had not even properly met yet, from certain death. Or at least you thought you did. So why have you two woken up on a seemingly deserted island that's barely a strip of beach, some jungle completely empty of living creatures, and a steep hill that is as lifeless as the beach? Well that's because both you and she died together. The sniper bullet that you jumped in front of went straight through your skull into the girl's, killing you both instantaneously.

So, what now? Welcome to the afterlife! You two could leave the island if you so wished, but there is nothing but ocean as far as the eye can see. You both frantically check your pockets upon waking up to find that you have no tools or possessions of any sort other than the bare clothes that were on your back when you died. The only upsides you can initially see to being dead? You no longer have urges to go Number One or Two. You no longer require food or drink, though it may still be habitual for you to try keeping up with nutrition at least for a time. Sleeping now takes no effort to induce, lasts effectively six hours on the nose, and it is impossible to dream. There are no negative effects of sleep deprivation, though as you first start out, you habitually feel fatigued after a normal amount of time. This effect should lessen GRADUALLY until both of you eventually don't want for it.

How will you spend your time on the island with the girl you didn't even know the name of before you tried to tackle her out of the way of a bullet? Oh by the way, this eighteen-year-old bomb shell knows judo and karate. Before her life was so rudely ended, she was a tenth kyu-level brown belt in karate, one step down from first degree (shodan) black belt. There does remain the question of why she was being shot at in the first place. How do you earn the girl's good graces to ask for a reason?

Later on in the RP, the sniper dies IRL and appears on the island with his/her rifle. Time for revenge, hehehe!

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I'd play as the girl. I don't care if it's FxF, FxM, FxFxF, FxMxM or FxFxM. If/when I make an OOC for this, I'll do it by application review since I'm a bit picky about my romance RPs. Oh, nearly forgot to mention: my safe word is cacao.

Not sure if this came out making sense or not as I wrote it around midnight. Screw it, it's getting posted anyway! ^,^

The 'Explain The Appeal Of......' Thread

<Snipped quote by Mistiel>

Boy you must've really hated it down the line.

I mean more so than most people do.

@Fabricant451

I actually don't. My cousin and I are friends with Cassie Morris IRL. She voiced Leafa/Suguha in the dubbed. I do think the part with Yuuki, while full of feels and all, was rather unnecessary. I would've liked to see more of Asuna's parents trying to deny Kirito the right to marry Asuna. (That's kind of more along the lines of season 3 of my second favorite anime of all-time Familiar of Zero, but oh well.)

The 'Explain The Appeal Of......' Thread

@Utrax

From the perspective of a girl who's into romantic novels more so than a movie, I can attest that some people are just sappy romantics. Sword Art Online? I literally only cared to watch it because of Kirito and Asuna. Scorpion? Sure, the general concept of geniuses solving weird problems was fun and all, but I really only keep watching to see how the Walter and Paige story plays out. Game of Thrones? Holy God, I could not get through the first episode without falling asleep.

TL;DR - There is romance and then there is sex. If you're into just the smut part, then you do you honey boo-boo. I prefer living vicariously through other peoples' romantic stories because storybook crap sure as heck never happens to me. Hope that answers your question! :)

What Are You Listening To?

I have no idea what the anime is, but the song is fantastic.

The 'Explain The Appeal Of......' Thread

Explain the appeal of Garry's Mod please? I'm interested since there seems to be a lot of people who RP through it. Unfortunately, after sitting through an hour long download, I don't really understand the way things are like...made and/or done in both the single and multiplayer realms. No clue what or how to even "play". :/