Riven Wight

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

In that case, I did edit my last post--just the last couple paragraphs--to make my life easier with her next response. Hope that's okay! Her questions remained the same, I just got rid of the contemplation of adoption. Nothing that looked like it could change any response. Let me know if that's okay? If not, I'll gladly edit again. :-) And sorry about that! And for the wait. I'll get to an actual IC reply as soon as I'm able.

"Essentially like a reincarnation." So not an actual, full-fledged reincarnation type deal, just something borderline? For a type of reference point, anything like in The Last Airbender, where it seems more like a connection to those of the past who have held the Avatar powers, rather than what the concept is typically? Sorry, I only ask because I tend to not be a fan of using the full-fledged concept, but I have had exceptions, depending on how--and why--it's used. So just trying to get a read on that here.

Eh, I haven't noticed! Or haven't felt like I'm playing a background character, anyway. I get and understand that! Until you get more into a story, the character(s) it's following may not always appear to be extremely important in the whole grand scheme of things. But then you get a reveal, or something happens later on, and you see how potent a character's presence is. As I've said, so far, I'm enjoying this, and like the group you've introduced so far. They all feel pretty important to me. You know, I'd probably be on the sad side if they lose Darsby. xD (Not poking for spoilers! I like the suspense of not knowing. Just making the statement.)

You sing, right? I remember you sending me a video once of you singing and a friend playing the guitar. Unless I just imagined that...

Those are the best kind! And problems not being what they seem are even better. *Evil grin.*

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

Drust replaced his foot on the ground as Ghent jarred awake. He stuck the tip of his katana into the ground beside him and snorted at Ghent’s statement. He crossed his arms and stared down at Ghent. He waited patiently for the boy’s body to catch up with the concept of being awake.
A raised eyebrow at Ghent’s comment broke Drust’s statue-like presence. “No. Typically they shouldn’t.”
He watched the boy stand, the Knight ever towering over his charge. He sighed; Ghent looked worse than Elayra had after her first day of training as a child.
This was going to be one long journey. A wasted journey if the boy didn’t adapt, and fast.
His neck twitched. He felt the Curse pulse in him, fighting for control with the fuel of the negative thought. Scowling, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Ghent collected himself.
Drust gave a stiff nod in confirmation. “Here, the forests are divided into exactly twelve hours of day. Twelve hours of night.” As he spoke, he opened his eyes and reached into a hidden pocket of his trousers. “I’ve taken the brunt of the watch. There are about four hours of dark remaining. You’ll take the next two. Then wake Elayra for the last two.”
Drust brought out a pocket watch. It rested in his palm, a long, its thick silvery-white chain swinging downward. A bit larger than the typical pocket watch, it looked small and delicate in the Knight’s large hand. Its white metal held a tinge of tarnish. The enamel coloring of the intricate design had faded, but still it glinted proudly in the firelight. A relic that hinted at a time long past. A time when fineries were easier made. When peace was more than an idealistic idea in the mind of the rare rebel.
A colored enamel design of the Heart family crest sat at the center of the watch's lid. A Knight stood on either side of it, one armored in black and the other white outlined in ebony. The white one raised a katana and the other a wicked-looking polearm above the crest, their weapons' blades crossing. Entwined rose vines ran around the edge of the watch, dotted with alternating blue and white roses in various stages of bloom.
Drust depressed the rose-shaped latch at the top. It sprung open readily, revealing an even more unique clock face.
Four diamond-like lines marked its celestial-decorated face at the four cardinal directions. Shorter ruby lines marked between each diamond one, creating a total of twenty-four lines. Six white runes and one emerald one rested beneath the marks. Two of the white runes let out a faint, pulsing light.
Five elegant clock hands of different materials faced in just as many directions. The longest, bottom-most hand glowed a faint silver akin to moonlight. A glittering golden hand rested above it just shorter than its brother, followed by one of clear glass with gray fog swirling inside it. The metal of the second to the top looked in the process of changing from blue to a warm orange. The top and shortest of the clock hands sloly rotated counter-clockwise toward the bottom, its almost sinister matte black surface seeming to absorb the fire's light rather than reflect it.
“Time,” Drust continued, reading the unusual watch, “is a relative thing in some parts of Wonderland. Depends on how connected a place is to the Spiritayum. Stronger the connection, the less it has to adhere to Time’s rules for our realm. So, naturally, we developed different methods for counting time. This,” he nodded to the pocket watch, “is an OmniChrono. I’ll spare you the particulars, but it keeps time better than any Earth device.”
He extended the pocket watch toward Ghent so he could better see it.
“The only hand you need to focus on tonight is the bottom one. Once it moves two notches,” he placed a fingernail on the glass protecting the clock face, indicating one of the red gem-like lines embedded into it, “wake Elayra, and give her the Chrono.”
Drust closed the OmniChrono’s lid. Holding it by the chain, he offered it to Ghent.
“If you notice anything suspicious for our location, wake me. Immediately. Follow your instincts. I’d rather be woken when there’s no real danger, than sleep when our life’s under threat.” He nodded toward Ghent’s weapon, its tined blades hidden by its sheaths. “And keep that at the ready. Be prepared for anything.” He paused before remembering Elayra wasn’t conscious to complete their usual mantra. “And always expect the worst,” he finished.

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

Drust’s lips curled up in a sneer at Ghent’s joke about ghosts, but he didn’t comment. The Spiritayum had its secrets. Which mean the deeper Ghent dove into their side, so, too, would the boy. He could only hope Ghent would tell him if it was something he needed to know.
One of Drust’s brows rose when Ghent agreed to take the second watch. “You already agreed to it, boy,” he reminded as Ghent took the cloak from him.
“And yes,” he added, noticing Ghent’s contemplative glance to Elayra, “she needs sleep. The longer she’s unconscious, the quicker the curative will work,” he confirmed, guessing at Ghent’s thoughts.
Drust snorted at the boy’s thanks, but gave a jerky nod in a silent, ‘You’re welcome.’ He looked to the fire to compare its hunger to what remained of their small stack of wood, expecting Ghent to return to his own space. But the boy stayed. He could practically feel the unspoken questions nagging at Ghent, but his charge remained silent.
“Rest, boy,” he said gruffly, reaching for one of the smaller dried logs. “Luck here doesn’t mean luck in Gardale. You’ll need your wits. And strength. For both travel and training.”
As if spurred by his words, Ghent turned and went to where he had left his unusual backpack.
Drust carefully added the small log to the flames. Using the stick Elayra had been poking the fire with earlier, he pushed the log closer to the embers of the fire’s heart. The flames flared for a moment, relishing the addition to its food supply.
He watched the flames as Ghent settled in for the night. He focused once more on listening to the surroundings, keeping an eye on the trees encircling them. He glanced to Ghent when the boy adjusted himself, the cloak wrapped snugly around him.
The boy’s breaths soon slowed, matching Elayra’s in slumber.
Growing tired of sitting, Drust got to his feet, his movements inhumanly quiet. He pulled his katana from the ground and gently rested its blade against his shoulder. He began patrolling around the perimeter. He kept just far enough from the sleeping teenagers to not disturb them, but close enough to get to them quickly if trouble arose.
As Drust made a round for the umpteenth time, a silvery shimmer rippled through the magic protecting the Safe Zone.
In an instant, Drust held his katana at the ready, every muscle prepared for a fight. He turned in a circle, searching for an intruder as he backed toward the fire to wake his charges.
He spun when movement caught his eye.
The tichari who had been in the field when the trio arrived stopped at the edge of the woods. It stared at Drust, its overly large ears twitching. The electric glow from the whitish-blue fox colored the woods and grass around it, turning the ghostly fox into its own light source.
Drust’s eyes narrowed. He glanced behind the fox, watching for any others it may have led to the clearing.
The tichari gave something somewhere between a snort and a sigh, a cloud of white mist curling from its snout at the action. The tichari trotted to the side. A bed of electric fog floated into the clearing behind it. Various sizes of dried logs and twigs sat atop it, illuminated by the ethereal light of the fox’s powers.
The tichari pointed its snout toward its collected stock, then to their dwindling pile of firewood. Its translucent brows rose with surprising expressiveness, silently asking, ‘Do you want this or not?’
Though he lowered his katana, he didn’t let his guard down. He gave a jerky nod.
It looked almost like the youthful tichari rolled its eyes as the cloud floated toward the pile. Drust watched both the cloud and the tichari as the creature lowered its collected wood. It fell quietly to the soft grass well out of reach of the hungry flames.
“You have my thanks,” he said softly as the cloud dispersed.
The tichari’s shoulders hunched in a shrug before it darted back into the forest. A line of mist trailed behind it, remaining for only a moment more than the spirit creature before even it disappeared.
After a moment, he looked to the replenished pile. A pile stocked enough to last them the night.
Satisfied the tichari had brought no intruders to worry about, Drust resumed his patrol. For the remainder of his watch, he stopped only to feed the fire when it began to dwindle, and warm himself on the occasion the night’s chill began to get to him.

Drust hesitated. He looked down at Ghent, the boy’s back to him. A part of him didn’t want to wake his charge, wanted to let both the overworked teens rest until morning. And he still didn’t know whether or not they could trust Ghent to be even remotely diligent. So far, the odds weren’t promising.
Drust grit his teeth and shoved the thought aside. As little sleep as he tended to need, he still needed it. And waking Elayra instead wasn’t an option he was willing to choose.
He'll do fine, he assured himself. He nudged the sleeping boy with his boot, trying to rouse him.
He met any resistance or hesitation to wake with another, harder nudge to Ghent’s side, half-whispering, “Wake up, boy.”

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

Hmm. I’m starting to think things might be easier for the whole sibling vs. her thing if it turns out Anora’s adopted. xD Unless you have a reason for that. Can’t remember if I’d initially intended her to be since it's been such a long time since I wrote that up for her, but I have her bio set up pretty perfectly for that. (Do need to change an age/year-passage in her bio, though, that doesn’t line up. And should probably give it a quick edit, especially depending on what’s decided on this front. Is there a certain number of years she would have had her powers for? I have it on there she's had them for about nine years, I believe, so thought I should ask.) But that means that, with the way I’ve been playing it, she wouldn’t actually know. She’s trying to figure that out for herself, though, at this point, so let me know what would work best in the long run for your story? And if I should probably edit anything this time around. Heh.

Right?! Though, I’d probably be one of the first ones to die in an SAO situation. At least it’d be an epic death, though.

Ah, gotchya. Yeah, it’s odd they didn’t release the complete set for that on both systems. I’d think they would, since they did that with KH3. But anyway. PlayStation fan all the way, on my end.

Thanks much! ^.^ Ugh, it’s stupid that people do that. I hope you do get to try something crafty someday! It’s a lot of fun. Even if you suck at it, all that matters is that you enjoyed it! Yeah, I make things for friends and family all the time. Sometimes even when I don’t, it gets gifted anyway to keep out clutter. I do a lot of sewing, but dabble in other things, with claywork also being a big one for me. If you’d like a starting suggestion, clay’s pretty easy to get started with, I think, and there are a crapton of beginner tutorials out there on YT.

Hey, some cosplays are made to take a beating. xD But gotchya. That’s neat it’s for an OC! And that’s technically still cosplay, just an OC cosplay. ;-)

“Reading is like breathing in, writing is like breathing out.” You can’t truly become a really good writer without reading a lot, that’s for sure! :-) “An innocently neurotic dude.” That’s just fantastic. Needless to say, good assumption. Heh.

Oh, I didn’t think you did! First bit was just me messing around. Second was in case she decided to go off and do something super stupid she couldn’t actually get out of. xD

And I’m excited to see more scenes with your guys, and to get to know more about them! Especially since they’re apparently about to have another problem added with that last little scene shift.

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

Anora shot Ahllasta a glare at the woman’s comment. She bit back a retort; further aggravating the driver—especially while in a car flying over the ocean—was never a good idea.
‘More human than most humans,’ Anora repeated mentally, returning Dan’s stare as she waited for him to catch up with her questions. “So… humans without powers have more non-human blood in them?” Her brows rose. She made a light, chuckling snort, still fidgeting carefully with the mini-Earth’s cord. The implication that, once, humans were magic beings themselves was a mind-blowing thought.
She stared at Dan for a short moment when he answered regarding the pendant. Either he was the most chill type of arrogant, or he really did have powers beyond what his appearance let on.
Dan’s second coughing fit interrupted her thoughts.
“Are you okay?” she asked slowly when the violent cough subsided.
That couldn’t be normal. Yet, a quick glance at the others in the car showed their lack of reaction. Whether because of some unknown respectful custom or it being a normal occurrence, she couldn’t say.
She cringed inwardly in sympathy when Dan looked back to her. For a self-stated monster, his lack of monster-like characteristic was shocking.
Anora chewed the inside of her cheek as Dan continued. She listened, gaze never straying from him as she tried to follow the rest of the man’s explanations. Something about him made her think of her old high school history teacher. Only if he was an inexperienced substitute with stage fright and a stutter.
She sighed, and reminded herself to use different terms. Terms possibly more common so Dan wouldn’t have to guess so much about what she’d meant. Maybe that would help him make more sense to her. Or maybe not.
She glanced down when Dan finished speaking, letting his words sink in. Her fidgeting with the pendant increased.
“So… whatever it is Pahn needs, some type of magic somewhere thinks I’m the one who can solve whatever problem he has?” She shook her head. “What happened to him, anyway? Why’d he vanish—go dormant—whatever, in the first place? And wouldn’t it be smarter to activate that contract in more people if someone that powerful needs help? I mean, I’ve had my powers for years now. But Mad—” she caught herself before she said her siblings’ names. She didn’t want to risk getting them involved. “But like I said,” she corrected herself, “I’m the only one in my family who has them, and Darsby said I’m the only living human with that contract. Is that something that should run in families? A bloodline type deal? Or is it all determined by chance?”

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

Anora watched Dan with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. She couldn’t tell if he was just etremely eager to answer and possibly get her fully on his side, or had had too few people to talk to in his lifetime. Or perhaps both, with how he spoke.
She inhaled, her expressive features shifting slightly with each bit of information Dan gave. At least he seemed a tad bit less skittish now Darsby had contented himself with the outside and Ahllasta was too busy in her world-hating corner of self-pity.
“I’m going to take that as yes, I control aether,” she interrupted, unsure if his ‘Yes’ was in answer to that question, or something else with how easily he said it.
She listened to the rest of his response with a look of awed disbelief.
“So, I’m not completely human, then?” she asked, her voice giddy. “But… then why am I the only one in my family who can control aether? Shouldn’t my siblings or parents have the same abilities? And Darsby mentioned Olympus before,” she continued on, eager for the answers he seemed willing to give. But she gave Dan scarcely enough time to breathe between questions, let alone respond. “We talking Zeus' and Hades' Olympus here, or in some sort of code? And is their ‘era’ something like a dynasty, then? Like, a period of rule? Or popularity?”
She reached to fidget with the Earth pendant. A bubble of panic worked into her chest when she realizing she had dropped it on the floor when the car took flight. She quickly adjusted to search for it. She found it beside her backpack.
With a relieved sigh, she grabbed it and straightened. Sitting awkwardly in her seat, she draped its cord around her neck. The small Earth thumped lightly against her chest.
On the bright side, she hadn’t noticed any catastrophic earthquakes when she dropped it.
“And… I won’t crush anyone in Australia by handling this thing, will I?” she asked with a slight, concerned smile. She carefully indicated the pendant, holding it from her by the cord. She didn’t think Darsby would give her something she could cause mass destruction with. Not without a warning, anyway. But it was better safe than sorry.

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

Which is but one thing that makes you awesome. I miss when my brain would let me get out a good post+ a day…

Oh! That’s great to know about PSVR. And VR in general Just want to look into what games I’d be interested in at this point, I think. Make sure there are enough to justify the more expensive purchase. Heh. From my understanding, most of the other VR headsets need a really good gaming computer, which I don’t have. So there’s that. Heh. Yeah, with how technology’s going, it wouldn’t surprise me if they wound up with something like what you see in media for VR soon enough. xD If we end up with a Sword Art Online situation, though…

Not a Kingdom Hearts fan, then, I take it? And picture below! Along with an ita backpack I made this week. Because when I can’t make myself write, I apparently craft.

Craftiness

Left to right: Chocobo, Shadow Heartless, moogle, and Mr. Mew.


Sorry, two for that one. The bats on the side are picture windows so I can change how they look. And the inside of the main part has a padded laptop compartment. That was a pain in the butt to do.

That’s fantastic! I hope you do get that chance. Hey, simple’s the best place to start! Heh. Well, you could always get practice in before then. Unless you’re super lucky, super skilled, or both, chances are, I bet you’ll want to make changes to the first ones. Remind me. You’re doing an original character, right? So an actual LARP character rather than a cosplay-style one?

*Shrugs.* Complicated characters are fun. They keep you guessing. :-) Ha! Awesome. Hope Ahllasta has some magic up her sleeve to blend in or stay unseen, appearance wise! Heh

Yeah, no instant deaths is always a good thing. Horribly maimed, sure, but I like Anora’s character, and would rather not have to make another for this. If I she does end up doing something that would make her wind up in an instant death situation rather than something she could potentially weasel her way out of (or get rescued from, whichever), let me know and I'll edit whatever's needed.

Oh! Sorry for my misunderstanding, then! Gotchya. And quite true!

Eh, once she fully comes to grasp that this new side of the world she’s in is real, she’ll be fine, I’m sure. She’s wanted adventure and whatnot, but just didn’t expect it like this. Besides, characters often having it “easy” gets boring, fast, in my opinion. xD Every story has its tense, action-packed scenes, and some meaningful lull scenes. Keeps things balanced and gives a chance to get to actually know a character in different situations!

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

Anora’s mouth dropped open at being a descendant of someone with an element bound to them. Unlike Dan who switched topics as if he had just told her that her great-great-grandfather was an ice cream man, she only half heard his next words, consumed with the first thought.
“Asia,” she corrected him absently. She held a hand in front of her, summoning a couple minuscule clouds of her mist around her fingers. The glittering substance swirled with an almost eager playfulness, ever ready to do her bidding.
Her brows furrowed as she tried to think of what element could possibly look like her powers. As far as she could tell, it wasn’t exactly an element, per say, she controlled, but some sort of energy. But then, that's exactly what some elements were, wasn't it? Energy?
Her eyes widened and she inhaled as a thought struck her. There were more than your four classic base elements, after all. Especially depending on what culture you asked.
She quickly turned back in her seat, heart beating quicker with the anticipation of at long last knowing what, exactly, she could do.
The typical gentle glow of her eyes faded as she released her powers and opened her mouth to confirm her suspicion. But Ahllasta reaching to press the buttons on the center console gave her pause and made her heart jump for an entirely different reason.
Worry at what Ahllasta had done pushed her excitement aside. Noticing the woman had taken her energy bar, Anora glanced quickly between the wrapped food and where she had sat it.
She frowned and opened her mouth to give an annoyed, yet surprised “Hey!” but the woman’s irate mutterings made her shut her mouth. The last thing she needed was to further irritate Ahllasta. Her eyes narrowed, wondering what, exactly, made Ahllasta hate Dan—or his organization—and Darsby so ardently. And not for the first time. But she didn’t have time to dwell on that, or the minor theft.
Anora gasped and turned fully forward when the car began to sputter and change, its exterior stretching in a way no normal, human-made car could stretch. Her breath caught in her throat. She tightly gripped the edge of her seat near her legs as the car began to rise into the air with a couple downward strokes from the feathered—feathered!—wings that had sprouted from the car.
“Holy Valkeries!” Anora breathed
Once the initial shock wore off, she quickly pulled part of the seatbelt over her head for more maneuverability and practically pressed her nose against the window. She had her hand on the crank for the window, but thought better of opening it; what of the world she could still make out below blew by with impossible speed. And she rather liked her head and hands where they were.
She exhaled heavily as a grin spread over her face. They were flying. In a car. With wings.
“This thing would make the Weasley’s jealous!” She ran her fingers through her bangs. The desire to lean out the window and touch the inky feathers made her fingers itch. “This is amazing! What’d you do, turn a Pegasus into a car, or vice versa?”
Dan’s voice reminded her of his presence.
“Huh?” she turned again to look at the back seat. Her gaze paused on Darsby, the easier of the two within her sight. He looked the most comfortable with the situation than he had since she met him.
This… is normal to them, she reminded herself. Flying cars, spidery monsters, magic—all of it was just another day for them. On the other hand, adrenaline and the thrill of adventure and meeting the bizarre buzzed through her, only adding more emotions to her already over-clogged brain. Her stomach did a few excited flips. The whole situation was crazy—completely insane—but she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Some of it, at least.
She eyed Dan worriedly at the noises he made. Her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out if he was trying to laugh, clear his throat, or if was about to burst into flames or something else to add to her ever-growing List of Weird.
“Okay,” she breathed as he mimicked Darsby and looked out his window. She turned fully to get as good a look at him as she could. “Backing up, here. My powers. They’re… am I controlling aether? Or is there another element I’m missing?”

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

After the last couple days, the quiet felt almost strange to Drust. Welcome, but odd nonetheless. The gentle sound of Elayra’s relaxed breaths helped to ease some of the tension eternally threatening to strangle him. He just had to focus on the positives.
The princess was safe. Hatter’s boy had been found. And they had all survived Ghent’s first day back in Wonderland. At long last, the boy’s training would begin.
But it was late in coming. Ghent had already shown the vinifcium fighting instinct was either latent or nonexistent. He’d lived a coddled life, that much was obvious by his appearance alone. The chances of the boy becoming a decent fighter in the short time they needed were nonexistent at best.
Drust scowled. He quickly banished the creeping thoughts. Forcing his mind to stop its muddled, mixed thoughts, he focused fully once more on the sounds of life—and death—around him. He let his senses take over his mind, pushing the Curse as far from the forefront as possible.
At the sound of Ghent's gasp amidst the relatively quiet night, Drust's hand reached instinctively for his katana still sticking out from the ground. He quickly looked toward the boy, his muscles tensed readily.
But everything appeared fine. Deducing Ghent’s action to be nothing more than a reaction to returning to the living world, he let out a slow, quiet sigh. He released his katana and forced some of the tightness from his muscles. Closing his eyes again, he did his best to mentally brace himself for whatever news Ghent brought.
Good or bad, he would stay calm.
He listened to Ghent’s rustlings as the boy checked for his father’s gifts. Drust tracked Ghent’s steps by sound, his eyes still closed.
“You made it back,” he observed quietly as Ghent neared, his monotone voice ever unreadable.
Eyes still closed, he let out a relieved breath at Ghent’s news. That was one setback out of the way.
“Good.” He nodded stiffly. “We can’t afford more delays.” The corner of his mouth twitched into an irate sneer. He took another slow breath as his lips evened out.
He opened his eyes and looked Ghent over. The boy looked troubled. More troubled than normal, that was. His skin shone with an unusual pallor in the flickering light of the camp's fire. The shadows played over Ghent's drawn face, the expression from more than just the chill of being away from the warmth.
Drust’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Something had happened to the boy in the Betwixt.
He cast the clearing a quick, precautionary glance. Only the shadow of his katana moved about. It danced with the whims of the flames, the elemental likeness of the weapon's handle melting into the darkness behind it. A faint, chilled wind blew through the clearing. It carried the sweet scents of the forest and the nearly imperceptible phantom-decay of the dead.
But nothing seemed out of place. Nothing outside the Betwixt, anyway.
“You look ill, boy.” His suspicion leaked into his voice. With a quick, tiny sigh through his nose, he got to one knee and turned to his pack. He reached inside, then withdraw his wadded cloak. “Rest, if you desire.” He handed the tattered brown garment to Ghent, offering it as a blanket. “As established, I have first watch. I’ll wake you when it’s your turn to take over.”

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

Aaaand at least that wasn't a month's wait. xD

Ooh! VR! What kind of headset do you use for that? Or do you go to a place that offers it? I've been thinking about looking into VR, but am not quite sure where to start. The one for the PS looks promising, but I still need to do more research. Plushy-wise, a lot from games as of late. Let's see. I made a few chocobos (one for me and a few others for friends who I decided needed one), a moogle, and a cat called Mr. Mew (The World Ends with You)--the pattern for which I had to design--so far. Could put them together and snap a picture if you'd like to see them! I also have a Shadow Heartless, but I made him a long while ago. Still want to make Carbuncle (Final Fantasy) and maybe Bendy (Bendy and the Ink Machine). Oh, and Chirithy (Kingdom Hearts), but he looks a bit more on the complicated side.

AAH! You LARP (or want to, anyway)? That's awesome! Do you plan on making things for it yourself, or buying whenever you find something that would work?

I have the feeling that everyone but Darsby is on edge. Or if he is, he's good at hiding it!

A diversity in characters always creates extra interest in a story. I'm glad it's turned out the way it has so far! Well. The jury's still out on whether or not Anora will let Dan take the lead. In full or for how long, anyway. Ooh, that's an interesting mix, there: Anora tends to be more of a leader, and, obviously, braver than what's probably healthy for her safety (she is in my head, anyway). Brave, but rash. I have the feeling it's going to be fun to see Dan's further reactions to someone like that. For me, anyway. Probably not so much for Dan. Can't wait to encounter the environments and societies you concoct!

Hmm. I'd have to say I disagree that our limitations are what define us. It's what we choose to do knowing those limitations, how close to or beyond them we push ourselves, or how we work around them to achieve our desires. They don't define us. They're just a roadblock on the way to figuring out who we are. A roadblock that could even help us come to realize our true selves.
But "A person is only brave because they overcame some sort of fear or circumstance and they're only happy because they were once sad." I've thought that, especially the second part, for years. To some degree, anyway; we couldn't really know what happiness is unless we knew what sorrow was. First part's basically the definition of "bravery." Heh.

GO US! Aww! I've had a lot of fun, too. Thanks for being such an understanding GM! I look forward to many more pages of RPing (and OOC) with you as well! ^.^