Nemaisare

The Mavericks | Neo-Genesis

I like older ages. Was sort of gearing for 23, actually. >.> So, I'd prefer 18-23. :P Or 18-21.

The Mavericks | Neo-Genesis

If I just sit here and squee, will that be a suitable expression of my inherent glee at seeing this pop up?

The Mavericks | Neo-Genesis [The iCheck]

I haven't even read all of this yet, but I'm jumping on the bandwagon anyway. Excuse me while I go cry in a corner with excitement and then get back to the business of reading things properly.

What are some signs a roleplay is about to die?

I usually ignore that or head it off to the best of my ability if I notice it soon enough. But that is pretty much why I mentioned it. It seems there's a pretty good correlation between wondering if an rp's going to die and then having it die.

Sometimes, this might be reasonable simply because it actually is going dead and you're hopeful but it's not turning out.

Other times, it's more likely a spiral that could have been avoided through the simple expedience of a bit of extra patience and not asking about it, so no one else winds up worrying or feeling pressured into posting.

Sort of like how just about every time someone says things couldn't get any worse in a movie, you start expecting rain....

What are some signs a roleplay is about to die?

When you're wondering what the signs of a dying roleplay are... It's probably about to die.

blackbird claw, raven wing [ closed for El Taco Taco && Nemaisare ]

All of the short stuff!

blackbird claw, raven wing [ closed for El Taco Taco && Nemaisare ]

The response, complicated and confused as it was, emerged heartfelt, and this the nymph could not ignore. Death held no great horror for her, but complete death, whole and hollow where not even the rotting log might nourish new growth was more staggering. A concern to catch her attention. Youth, however, meant she had her own whims, and the nymph settled, rooted down, beside the young man where he’d uncurled and now lay watching the woman weep with indifferent eyes.

To her, tears were as leaves. Simply replenished, and sometimes better shed. But she’d understood enough of the broken message to realize that the chain she held linked the human to hope. <She mourns her family, mountain cat.> Did he care? His response affected hers. Because, in truth, she did not.

Matiir, however, raised his head again at the words, eyebrows drawing together in a confusion he did not realize he gave away. Family, familiar loss… She’d lost… Was lost?

Snorting, the youth shook himself loosely, licking his lips before glancing up at the walking tree and chirping. A strange, back of the throat mutter that emerged low and ended high. Red eyes lit by the wishlights until they glowed as well, wide and round and bright, reflecting the moon. A quiet whumpf of growled air escaped him in a language as simple as its message was complex, and the wind rose to hear it. But the nymph nodded despite her opinion, and turned back to Samaire, one hand idly tracing soothing lines along the scar seamed skin of Matiir’s back.

<He would know if you look for another. A gift, human, you should not be given. But what use is fettered strength?>

blackbird claw, raven wing [ closed for El Taco Taco && Nemaisare ]

I approve of angsty rubbish. Ha!

blackbird claw, raven wing [ closed for El Taco Taco && Nemaisare ]

Pfffft, I typed all of the nonsense.

blackbird claw, raven wing [ closed for El Taco Taco && Nemaisare ]

Crappy post of crap... But it is a post!