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Rockin Strings
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I am a Japanese-American (half-Japanese on my mother's side) with a twin half-sister. Yes, you read that right. To explain it real quick, during mom's monthly, she dropped 2 eggs instead of 1 after 2 (or more) guys took her to bed. Each egg was impregnated by a different man's sperm.
Anyways, I'm a kind guy who really hates fighting. However, if I have to stop a fight, whether verbal or physical, I will. I'm here to have fun and be crazy with my OCs, new characters and even some canons. So far, my favorite RP I've been in on the site is the Multiverse reboot. As a whole, the Multiverse was 6 years old. I love the idea and have even used it (with a few minor changes here and there) for a few LARPs with my local friends RL.
Other than RP, I am also a Wiccan Witch following the path of Gaia and a hypnotist studying the varying effects of hypnosis on various age groups and am always taking willing volunteers.
Anyways, I'm a kind guy who really hates fighting. However, if I have to stop a fight, whether verbal or physical, I will. I'm here to have fun and be crazy with my OCs, new characters and even some canons. So far, my favorite RP I've been in on the site is the Multiverse reboot. As a whole, the Multiverse was 6 years old. I love the idea and have even used it (with a few minor changes here and there) for a few LARPs with my local friends RL.
Other than RP, I am also a Wiccan Witch following the path of Gaia and a hypnotist studying the varying effects of hypnosis on various age groups and am always taking willing volunteers.
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It is morning time, a little after eight.
And there's no way to make it later, is there? I wish I'd known it was that early before my first post. I had them heading to Ted's house at about 9:30-10.
@Lugubrious Sure. What time of day is it gonna be? That's gonna change his reason for leaving early.
Half asleep and I think I just did the longest post I've ever done on this site. And it's about a race. I'd say it's a good introduction to the type of guy Mark is, though.
Mark smiled as he rode past the beach on his rollerblades. It looked like fun but he wasn't really in the mood. Plus, he had been challenged to a race and wasn't gonna miss it. He was tempted to just stride to the race but didn't want to waste the charge. Plus, he wanted to save his energy for if he needed it during the race.
Hs slid to a stop at the corner in front of the book store to see his friendly rival. "Nate Brook." he greeted with a grin and a handshake. "Ready to lose this race?"
"Mark O'Dess." Nate laughed. returning the handshake. "Ted told me about your stride. Off-limits in the race. I won't use my epithet either."
Mark laughed. "Sounds like Ted. Can't keep his mouth shut about something awesome. Well, as long as we agree and both stick to the rules, it's fair."
Mark didn't have any problems with Nate. They just never agreed on anything. They got along well enough with Ted as a mutual friend but they always remained in a friendly rivalry that never got better or worse.
Ted arrived while the pair were talking about the only thing they found they could agree on, other than speed, which was how happy they were that school was over. Nate had seen his history teacher at the supermarket when his mom had sent him up to grab a few last-minute ingredients for a stew she had wanted to make a couple of nights prior. They both found it a bit weird.
"Wow, you're talking about something and not arguing." Ted joked.
Both racers rolled their eyes.
Ted chuckled. "Alright, so, the rules are simple. The first one to make three laps around the block wins. The winner gets to choose something from the loser's closet to take or force the loser to wear next Saturday to the mall. Stick to the main roads, no back alleys. Am I missing anything?"
"No epithets." Mark and Nate replied together.
Ted froze for a second as he thought. "Yeah, that makes sense." He pulled out a piece of chalk and drew a starting line and a finish line. "Are you ready?" he asked as he pulled out his drone. "I'll be able to keep an eye on you both to make sure the race is going smoothly. Also, each person you run into or shove out of your way adds a second on your time. It's not just about being the fastest, it's about control with the speed."
Mark and Nate both readied themselves at the starting line. Mark, of course, wore his rollerblades. Nate, on the other hand, had a longboard he had built specifically for higher speeds. Ted stood in front of them both, holding a green handkerchief to use as a flag. A few people were beginning to crowd around the portable TV station Ted had somehow built to watch the race.
With a wave of the handkerchief, Mark and Nate were off. With control over the drone, and a slow-mo camera set up at the finish line, Ted was sure he would find out who was faster. The race had begun.
Both racers were fast in their rights, though each also had their specialties. Mark could take the tighter turns a lot faster than Nate, which is where he normally passed him. Nate, on the other hand, could usually catch up to, and usually pass Mark, on the straights and wider turns.
The first lap was more of a hassle than the other two. Both boys were constantly warning people in front of them to get out of the way. Neither went the first lap with less than 3 people adding seconds to their times. Ted kept track.
The second lap was a lot smoother, though they each still ran into a person. Again, Ted kept track. But this lap also had more place swapping.
The third and final lap had everyone jumping out of their way long before they passed, making a clear path. It was clean, with neither using their epithets. They still fought for first a lot.
As the passed the finish line, they both whooped in joy. Both thought they had won. Ted was glad he had gotten the slow-mo camera.
The audience that had gathered waited with bated breath as Ted reviewed the tape and tallied the total of run-ins. As Ted worked, both racers argued, though not angrily, about who had won. They each had good things to say about the other but had thought they won.
"And the winner is..." Ted began as he stood to walk towards them, "by one less run-in, than his opponent," he looked back and forth between the pair, holding both hands, "Mark O'Dess!" He raised Mark's hand high as the crowd cheered.
Nate nodded and congratulated Mark on his win with a small smile. "I'll just have to win next time."
Then the cops showed up. "Move along, folks," they said as they approached the trio. The male cop looked grumpy as if he didn't want to be there while the female looked like she didn't want to ruin the fun of the kids. "You boys do know this is technically illegal."
All three of them froze. The crowd dispersed. The officers looked up towards the boys.
The female cop jumped in before they could run. "We'll let you off with a warning this time but we do have to put your names in the system. The next officers that catch you might not be so nice."
It only took 10 minutes for the boys to give their names and addresses to the officers and be entered in, which none of them were happy about.
"Next time," the male cop sighed, "I suggest using one of the trails or parks. They're safer for you and for the pedestrians. Plus, it's never a good idea to draw a crowd."
The boys decided to spend the next couple of hours until lunch at Ted's house. Neither Mark or Nate could agree on movies or video games to play. Ted was usually the deciding factor.
Hs slid to a stop at the corner in front of the book store to see his friendly rival. "Nate Brook." he greeted with a grin and a handshake. "Ready to lose this race?"
"Mark O'Dess." Nate laughed. returning the handshake. "Ted told me about your stride. Off-limits in the race. I won't use my epithet either."
Mark laughed. "Sounds like Ted. Can't keep his mouth shut about something awesome. Well, as long as we agree and both stick to the rules, it's fair."
Mark didn't have any problems with Nate. They just never agreed on anything. They got along well enough with Ted as a mutual friend but they always remained in a friendly rivalry that never got better or worse.
Ted arrived while the pair were talking about the only thing they found they could agree on, other than speed, which was how happy they were that school was over. Nate had seen his history teacher at the supermarket when his mom had sent him up to grab a few last-minute ingredients for a stew she had wanted to make a couple of nights prior. They both found it a bit weird.
"Wow, you're talking about something and not arguing." Ted joked.
Both racers rolled their eyes.
Ted chuckled. "Alright, so, the rules are simple. The first one to make three laps around the block wins. The winner gets to choose something from the loser's closet to take or force the loser to wear next Saturday to the mall. Stick to the main roads, no back alleys. Am I missing anything?"
"No epithets." Mark and Nate replied together.
Ted froze for a second as he thought. "Yeah, that makes sense." He pulled out a piece of chalk and drew a starting line and a finish line. "Are you ready?" he asked as he pulled out his drone. "I'll be able to keep an eye on you both to make sure the race is going smoothly. Also, each person you run into or shove out of your way adds a second on your time. It's not just about being the fastest, it's about control with the speed."
Mark and Nate both readied themselves at the starting line. Mark, of course, wore his rollerblades. Nate, on the other hand, had a longboard he had built specifically for higher speeds. Ted stood in front of them both, holding a green handkerchief to use as a flag. A few people were beginning to crowd around the portable TV station Ted had somehow built to watch the race.
With a wave of the handkerchief, Mark and Nate were off. With control over the drone, and a slow-mo camera set up at the finish line, Ted was sure he would find out who was faster. The race had begun.
Both racers were fast in their rights, though each also had their specialties. Mark could take the tighter turns a lot faster than Nate, which is where he normally passed him. Nate, on the other hand, could usually catch up to, and usually pass Mark, on the straights and wider turns.
The first lap was more of a hassle than the other two. Both boys were constantly warning people in front of them to get out of the way. Neither went the first lap with less than 3 people adding seconds to their times. Ted kept track.
The second lap was a lot smoother, though they each still ran into a person. Again, Ted kept track. But this lap also had more place swapping.
The third and final lap had everyone jumping out of their way long before they passed, making a clear path. It was clean, with neither using their epithets. They still fought for first a lot.
As the passed the finish line, they both whooped in joy. Both thought they had won. Ted was glad he had gotten the slow-mo camera.
The audience that had gathered waited with bated breath as Ted reviewed the tape and tallied the total of run-ins. As Ted worked, both racers argued, though not angrily, about who had won. They each had good things to say about the other but had thought they won.
"And the winner is..." Ted began as he stood to walk towards them, "by one less run-in, than his opponent," he looked back and forth between the pair, holding both hands, "Mark O'Dess!" He raised Mark's hand high as the crowd cheered.
Nate nodded and congratulated Mark on his win with a small smile. "I'll just have to win next time."
Then the cops showed up. "Move along, folks," they said as they approached the trio. The male cop looked grumpy as if he didn't want to be there while the female looked like she didn't want to ruin the fun of the kids. "You boys do know this is technically illegal."
All three of them froze. The crowd dispersed. The officers looked up towards the boys.
The female cop jumped in before they could run. "We'll let you off with a warning this time but we do have to put your names in the system. The next officers that catch you might not be so nice."
It only took 10 minutes for the boys to give their names and addresses to the officers and be entered in, which none of them were happy about.
"Next time," the male cop sighed, "I suggest using one of the trails or parks. They're safer for you and for the pedestrians. Plus, it's never a good idea to draw a crowd."
The boys decided to spend the next couple of hours until lunch at Ted's house. Neither Mark or Nate could agree on movies or video games to play. Ted was usually the deciding factor.
@Stern Algorithm That's how LCB sees Gromgard right now.
I'll post tonight when I'm awake.
Hido was, for lack of a better word, confused. Looking at the page of the journal that Xehanhort had opened it to, he could see the symbols moving and shifting into ones he could read. He read quickly over the information on the world with a shrug. "How do we..." he began to ask, only for Kalak to begin answering his question.
Hido looked at the armor piece on the left side of his chest, covering the straps that held his clothes on. He summoned his armor on the first try, though he was startled by it at first. "Maho," he whispered to himself. Summoning his vehicle was easier than he expected. It appeared to be a small, silver rowboat that he ended up standing in, looking like a more modern skateboarder. What he didn't expect was the rockets on the back.
The travel to the next world wasn't too hard for him as he looked around at all the different worlds. He wanted to see all of them but knew he didn't have the time. He then passed by the world that was claimed by the darkness. "Is there no way of returning it to normal?" he asked, looking at it as he passed. "Or can that be used as training grounds?" He didn't expect answers for his questions but wouldn't have been happy to hear the answers.
Upon landing, Hido noticed he was a bit bigger than the rest. Instead of being feline or feathered like his friends, he was a dog. With his new senses, he immediately began sniffing around. "So this is what a dog's nose is like," he said, sounding very interested and a little amazed. He heard a couple of the others complaining about how they'd hold their keyblades. Hido barked as his keyblade appeared in his mouth, almost looking like wings.
"First things first." He said, approaching him. "You're gonna need to figure out how to get there. See, now that you've got your Key, you've also got a means to travel." He pointed to the little armor piece that was on his shoulder "We all got one the day we were given these. I think it comes from the same place as the key itself. But look." He stepped back, balled his fist and pressed it to the circle on the piece. In a brilliant flash of light, Kalak's armor appeared around him. A light-blue tinged armor with green and white trims. "See? This stuff is awesome, not particularly great in battle, but it does protect from the elements of the inbetween as well as serve as a nifty disguise. Also, whilst like this, you get to do this-" He summoned his Key-Halberd and in another flash of light, it transformed into a floating rocket-like motorcycle vehicle. "Come on. we're gonna save the UNIVERSE!!!" He cried, pumping his fists.
Hido looked at the armor piece on the left side of his chest, covering the straps that held his clothes on. He summoned his armor on the first try, though he was startled by it at first. "Maho," he whispered to himself. Summoning his vehicle was easier than he expected. It appeared to be a small, silver rowboat that he ended up standing in, looking like a more modern skateboarder. What he didn't expect was the rockets on the back.
The travel to the next world wasn't too hard for him as he looked around at all the different worlds. He wanted to see all of them but knew he didn't have the time. He then passed by the world that was claimed by the darkness. "Is there no way of returning it to normal?" he asked, looking at it as he passed. "Or can that be used as training grounds?" He didn't expect answers for his questions but wouldn't have been happy to hear the answers.
==Pays De L'Aristochats==
Upon landing, Hido noticed he was a bit bigger than the rest. Instead of being feline or feathered like his friends, he was a dog. With his new senses, he immediately began sniffing around. "So this is what a dog's nose is like," he said, sounding very interested and a little amazed. He heard a couple of the others complaining about how they'd hold their keyblades. Hido barked as his keyblade appeared in his mouth, almost looking like wings.
@BurningDaisies I need a post from LCB.
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