Alright. I just have to wait for @OneEyedChurro before I can post again, then... I'm really happy I get to be a part of this roleplay. :)
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The word nun looks like an n doing a backflip
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So sick of the disrespect people have for the people who protect our country... just because there are a few corrupt names does not mean that the entirety of the force is full of bumbling fools.
10 yrs ago
Who wants to see a youtube miniseries, a modernization of Le Fantome de l'Opera that takes place in an all-girls' conservatory?
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Sleep is like a cat, it only comes to you if you ignore it.
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So, do we have all of the masters, then? Are we ready to begin yet?
The Phoenix nodded, silently. She understood the girl's point of view- that such a sense of obligation was clearly forced on her by societal standards. Adjusting the feathers on her speculum, she took Tess outside, leading her by her hand. Once outside, she expanded her wings fully, and gestured for Tess to get on her back. Once Tess was firmly positioned on her back, she smiled, and readjusted her helmet.
"Flying's a lot faster than the bike."
With Tess properly situated, Phoenix took off into the air. It took a mere five minutes to reach the mall again, as they were able to travel in a straight line, rather than ducking and edging around through the backroads, avoiding freeways and dodging buildings. Once there, they touched down at a side entrance near the food court. Kneeling so that Tess could dismount with ease, Phoenix looked up at the girl, and addressed her quietly.
"Keep yourself safe. If you ever need my help, here's my card. Destroy it with whatever method available- fire, ripping it in two, et cetera- when you need my aid."
With that, she took off into the air again. Photographers, alongside the journalists below, caught glimpses of her in the air, getting a few candids as she disappeared into the clouds. Several minutes later, she arrived at her hideout once more, this time, the rooftop. There, she disrobed, carefully setting down her armor and sword, cleaning bits of dirt and blood from both. She covered both, and hid them in the box that used to be an air conditioning unit, protecting them from the weather. Once done with that, she grabbed her shopping bag, which lay haphazardly on a corner, and flew down to the ground.
Thirty minutes later, she arrived back at the mansion Victor was temporarily renting, on her motorbike. Parking it in the garage, alongside his much fancier vehicles, she went inside quietly. Making her way over to the bedroom as quickly as she could, she hid the lingerie she had bought earlier underneath the bed. She then slipped out of her outfit, and disconnected the carbon fiber arm from her shoulder, setting it on the countertop. Grimacing at her reflection in the mirror, Rose ran a hand over the stump at her shoulder, before turning away. She stepped into the shower- a mid-day shower was just what she needed to calm her nerves, to help with the abundance of adrenaline rushing through her system. She wondered where Victor was, not having memorized his schedule for the day.
"Flying's a lot faster than the bike."
With Tess properly situated, Phoenix took off into the air. It took a mere five minutes to reach the mall again, as they were able to travel in a straight line, rather than ducking and edging around through the backroads, avoiding freeways and dodging buildings. Once there, they touched down at a side entrance near the food court. Kneeling so that Tess could dismount with ease, Phoenix looked up at the girl, and addressed her quietly.
"Keep yourself safe. If you ever need my help, here's my card. Destroy it with whatever method available- fire, ripping it in two, et cetera- when you need my aid."
With that, she took off into the air again. Photographers, alongside the journalists below, caught glimpses of her in the air, getting a few candids as she disappeared into the clouds. Several minutes later, she arrived at her hideout once more, this time, the rooftop. There, she disrobed, carefully setting down her armor and sword, cleaning bits of dirt and blood from both. She covered both, and hid them in the box that used to be an air conditioning unit, protecting them from the weather. Once done with that, she grabbed her shopping bag, which lay haphazardly on a corner, and flew down to the ground.
Thirty minutes later, she arrived back at the mansion Victor was temporarily renting, on her motorbike. Parking it in the garage, alongside his much fancier vehicles, she went inside quietly. Making her way over to the bedroom as quickly as she could, she hid the lingerie she had bought earlier underneath the bed. She then slipped out of her outfit, and disconnected the carbon fiber arm from her shoulder, setting it on the countertop. Grimacing at her reflection in the mirror, Rose ran a hand over the stump at her shoulder, before turning away. She stepped into the shower- a mid-day shower was just what she needed to calm her nerves, to help with the abundance of adrenaline rushing through her system. She wondered where Victor was, not having memorized his schedule for the day.
So, should we establish an order we should post in? Or is it just respond whenever we think it's time?
"You do not have to share your name if you do not wish to, but remember, neither do I."
Phoenix lowered her mask again, once more shielding her mouth from view, having finished the bottle of water. Placing the empty plastic bottle down on one of the tables, she pondered over what to say next to the girl's statement. The girl had her own sense of obligation, believing that having her powers meant she must use them. How to convey that such an obligation is nonexistent was beyond Rose, as she had her own sense of duty. However, Rose's duty was not due to her having powers, it was due to her vow that she had made to protect her country- this girl had clearly never made any such vow, and therefore, her role in society should not be misconstrued. Phoenix smiled, beneath the mask.
"You should do something with them, that is correct. But you should not do something for which you are unprepared, for which you have not been trained. Otherwise, you might be killed. You are clearly just a kid, my dear, so you must train, and work hard, to get to the point where you can fight to protect the people around you. If you don't, and you die, then that would truly be a waste. Isn't it better to wait a few years, and fight for decades, than to fight for a few months before you meet an untimely demise? Right now, until you have had the proper training, and have decided how you are going to spend the rest of your life, you must treat your own safety as your highest priority. Losing you would be a waste."
Rose stood, and walked over to a bench a meter away. Sitting down, she expanded her wings behind her, and brought the injured one in front of her face. Unbuckling her gauntlets, and setting them down, she slipped off the gloves covering her fingers. With her bare hands, she grasped the bullet embedded in the feathers, and yanked it out. The small piece of metal fell to the floor, as she stifled a wince of pain.
"Do you understand?"
Phoenix lowered her mask again, once more shielding her mouth from view, having finished the bottle of water. Placing the empty plastic bottle down on one of the tables, she pondered over what to say next to the girl's statement. The girl had her own sense of obligation, believing that having her powers meant she must use them. How to convey that such an obligation is nonexistent was beyond Rose, as she had her own sense of duty. However, Rose's duty was not due to her having powers, it was due to her vow that she had made to protect her country- this girl had clearly never made any such vow, and therefore, her role in society should not be misconstrued. Phoenix smiled, beneath the mask.
"You should do something with them, that is correct. But you should not do something for which you are unprepared, for which you have not been trained. Otherwise, you might be killed. You are clearly just a kid, my dear, so you must train, and work hard, to get to the point where you can fight to protect the people around you. If you don't, and you die, then that would truly be a waste. Isn't it better to wait a few years, and fight for decades, than to fight for a few months before you meet an untimely demise? Right now, until you have had the proper training, and have decided how you are going to spend the rest of your life, you must treat your own safety as your highest priority. Losing you would be a waste."
Rose stood, and walked over to a bench a meter away. Sitting down, she expanded her wings behind her, and brought the injured one in front of her face. Unbuckling her gauntlets, and setting them down, she slipped off the gloves covering her fingers. With her bare hands, she grasped the bullet embedded in the feathers, and yanked it out. The small piece of metal fell to the floor, as she stifled a wince of pain.
"Do you understand?"
I'll get a post up after you send me the info, then.
Uuhhhh, what am I supposed to do? Waiting at the edge of the forest for them to arrive, and then what? When they arrive to talk to Pearl, what is she supposed to tell them?
Sorry, everyone, I'm just personally offended whenever policemen and/or marines are made out to be idiots. Most of my best friends are now training to become members of the marine corps, as I live near the training place in SC, and a lot of my relatives are policemen, or in the military. It might not occur to you that portraying a certain archetype as idiots is offensive, but really, it is incredibly insulting. Please treat people with respect and dignity, even when writing fiction.
@Marik You took an NPC who had the qualification of being trained in the Marine Corps, and made her completely useless, and said she "fumbled with her keys", and that she and her senior officer didn't disarm your character. Not even four year olds would be stupid enough to leave a criminal armed. Obviously they took his weapons, I just didn't think that it was necessary to say every single thing that happened, that it seemed quite obvious. It's a standard rule of writing- if you can infer that something happened without saying it (like waking up, or opening their mouth as they begin to speak), you don't need to write it.
What, should I go through the process of the turning of the engine when Rose is on her motorbike? No, because we know it happened, it's obvious. Don't be so fucking disrespectful of both me, the police force, even if it's fictional, and my character, even if she's just an NPC.
What, should I go through the process of the turning of the engine when Rose is on her motorbike? No, because we know it happened, it's obvious. Don't be so fucking disrespectful of both me, the police force, even if it's fictional, and my character, even if she's just an NPC.
@Pietra
I have changed my post, and hopefully it makes more sense than my last one did. I'd like to thank you for having patience with me, I'm only 19 and so I'm very ignorant in many fields. Hopefully this critique doesn't become a constant between us.
It's totally fine, Marik, I'm 19 too- I'm completely ignorant about a lot of things, like sports, and lots of components of history. Just one thing; I mentioned in the post where I introduced Carla that she was trained in the Marine Corps alongside Rose... so she wouldn't be as clueless as you're writing her. Believe it or not, policemen are actually pretty badass sometimes, and not all of them are corrupt. The vast majority are well trained, and really, really good at handling criminals. I thought it was pretty obvious that Carla would have disarmed your character before putting him in the vehicle, that it didn't need saying. Making policemen out to be idiots, especially ones previously in the Marine Corps, even in fiction, is incredibly insulting. Just... no. That's so disrespectful of the people who protect our country from within, the people who risk their lives daily to save others.
Carla is a junior police detective, previously trained in the Marine Corps. Here's a link to see what's required of Marines, and here to see what's required for detectives. Yeah. See the problem with how you portrayed her, as a fumbling idiot?
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