I apologize, I went to a local convention and ended up working in the dealers room and doing photography work after, all while trying to remain with the group of fellows I went with. I shall commence the post.@ScarlettWaters16
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Lets try this again, Once more into the rapids that are group rps. Perhaps I will find the one that doesn't end a waterfall.
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"Is that something similar to the pieces of the strange gentleman's game? I do not have any desire for silly games but the park sounds interesting. Mother said if I was ever feeling distressed the park is more like home than anything else I would find here."
The girl smiled earnestly obviously thinking of home brought her glee. The area was such a drastic change from the forest of the north mountains that it was more than just a little jarring. Yet she for the most part allowed her curiosity to out weigh her discomfort. Her eyes looked back to Ian as she finished her small daydream, "Yes let us go to the park. I wish to see its trees." Mulivon started ahead as if she knew where it was already once more a skip in her step.
"Is that something similar to the pieces of the strange gentleman's game? I do not have any desire for silly games but the park sounds interesting. Mother said if I was ever feeling distressed the park is more like home than anything else I would find here."
The girl smiled earnestly obviously thinking of home brought her glee. The area was such a drastic change from the forest of the north mountains that it was more than just a little jarring. Yet she for the most part allowed her curiosity to out weigh her discomfort. Her eyes looked back to Ian as she finished her small daydream, "Yes let us go to the park. I wish to see its trees." Mulivon started ahead as if she knew where it was already once more a skip in her step.
Lilith's retort was something that could have been more pleasently put but it made enough since. Colossal bitch?A partnership, what a strange way of phrasing it. That said the formality is what Zeph liked most about it. She grasped Lilith's hand and pulled her close and glared down at her, ensuring her eyes where inescapable.
"I am nice."
Her hand let Lilith's escape. but her postured shifted in the water clearly she had become defensive.
"You do know that I am not being cruel when I speak to the others correct? I am just being concise as to eliminate the chance for being misinterpreted. Do you suggest that I use tact as an excuse to hide the chance that my ability to work with them is as limited as their maturity?"
Without taking a moment to allow for Lilith to answer.
"Fine, I shall simply stay silent."
She promptly began to swim away her frustration.
@CallaLily
"I am nice."
Her hand let Lilith's escape. but her postured shifted in the water clearly she had become defensive.
"You do know that I am not being cruel when I speak to the others correct? I am just being concise as to eliminate the chance for being misinterpreted. Do you suggest that I use tact as an excuse to hide the chance that my ability to work with them is as limited as their maturity?"
Without taking a moment to allow for Lilith to answer.
"Fine, I shall simply stay silent."
She promptly began to swim away her frustration.
@CallaLily
Mulivon looked perplexed when Simon was so exasperated at her method of payment.
"I have no other way yet, but is gold not a valid form of payment? I have other precious stones if you would prefer?"
She reached into her sleeve and pulled out some deep blue sapphires. Rather than wait and see if it would she placed them on the table and...Skipped out the door. Clearly ready to see more of this place.
"I have no other way yet, but is gold not a valid form of payment? I have other precious stones if you would prefer?"
She reached into her sleeve and pulled out some deep blue sapphires. Rather than wait and see if it would she placed them on the table and...Skipped out the door. Clearly ready to see more of this place.
After the torturous tournament Zeph only had one thing on her mind. She was going to break something, anything, she had been forced to watch an event that she could have competed and likely gotten to know the minds of her fellow recruits but instead she had been left to the way side due to an incompetent hick. She tried to recall it but all she could remember was the color red and the obvious embarrassment and anger she had felt when the instructor singled her out.
She made her way to the training room, what she saw when she arrived brought a rather pleased sigh from her. Various sections with devices intended to either increase your strengths or test them. She made her way to a locker area and changed into some form fitting clothes, exposing her tone frame. She taped up her hands while she looked over at the bizarre looking machines that probably required some manner of clearance to use, but she looked forward to finding out what they where for. She noticed a second section but it had a key card readout along with what looked to be an optic based identification system...
"Perhaps tomorrow."
What she could get at would more than suffice for a stress reliever, particularly the mat, and the uneven bars. She stepped lightly over the mat feeling its slight spring from the cushions within, her steps gained momentum till she began a series of flips, the flips came to a perfect stop just shy of the wall. She turned towards the Uneven bars and shook both her hands as if to loosen the tight wraps that covered them. Her feet took off from the mat almost a meter and a half in order to reach the lower bar. Zeph pulled herself up into a perfect handstand, she held it for an entire minute before letting herself swing down, and around, and around. At the peak she would release and somersault only to grab the lower bar once more. The grace of it made apparent in the fact she had completely reversed her momentum. Her routine would continue as she shifted bar to bar before finally she would release herself into the air doing a double axle and sticking the landing.
Sweat dripped down her brow, her breath labored but her mind at complete ease. She grabbed a towel and headed to the showers, washing away the last of her irritation. While she returned to gather her belongings she noticed the bathing suit and the connection to the pool, and the sole occupant. A girl who showed she had some mettle despite losing, One who is honorable in defeat will learn from it.
Rather than ignore her, Zeph opted to attempt to acknowledge her new impression of the girl. As with the expected grace she dived into the pool, making hardly a sound and a even smaller ripple. Her knuckles stung in the water reminding her of the embarrassing out burst she had in front of everyone. While she gathered a better opinion of her peers the likely thought little of her. Logan must die. She would swim to the side of the girl in the waters, and swallow her pride.
"Lilith, I admit I mistook you for another one of my friends servants. You must know she had many and your behavior reminded me of her numerous people who would be caught up in her charisma. I had not meant my earlier assessment out of spite, as you clearly took it as an insult." As she spoke her cheeks began to match the vibrant red of her hair, as she struggled to admit her fault. "You showed you where capable of standing alone and though you lost you showed no malice...What I am attempting to say is." Zeph would once more inhale deeply as if preparing for another go on the mat. "I will watch your back..."
@CallaLily
She made her way to the training room, what she saw when she arrived brought a rather pleased sigh from her. Various sections with devices intended to either increase your strengths or test them. She made her way to a locker area and changed into some form fitting clothes, exposing her tone frame. She taped up her hands while she looked over at the bizarre looking machines that probably required some manner of clearance to use, but she looked forward to finding out what they where for. She noticed a second section but it had a key card readout along with what looked to be an optic based identification system...
"Perhaps tomorrow."
What she could get at would more than suffice for a stress reliever, particularly the mat, and the uneven bars. She stepped lightly over the mat feeling its slight spring from the cushions within, her steps gained momentum till she began a series of flips, the flips came to a perfect stop just shy of the wall. She turned towards the Uneven bars and shook both her hands as if to loosen the tight wraps that covered them. Her feet took off from the mat almost a meter and a half in order to reach the lower bar. Zeph pulled herself up into a perfect handstand, she held it for an entire minute before letting herself swing down, and around, and around. At the peak she would release and somersault only to grab the lower bar once more. The grace of it made apparent in the fact she had completely reversed her momentum. Her routine would continue as she shifted bar to bar before finally she would release herself into the air doing a double axle and sticking the landing.
Sweat dripped down her brow, her breath labored but her mind at complete ease. She grabbed a towel and headed to the showers, washing away the last of her irritation. While she returned to gather her belongings she noticed the bathing suit and the connection to the pool, and the sole occupant. A girl who showed she had some mettle despite losing, One who is honorable in defeat will learn from it.
Rather than ignore her, Zeph opted to attempt to acknowledge her new impression of the girl. As with the expected grace she dived into the pool, making hardly a sound and a even smaller ripple. Her knuckles stung in the water reminding her of the embarrassing out burst she had in front of everyone. While she gathered a better opinion of her peers the likely thought little of her. Logan must die. She would swim to the side of the girl in the waters, and swallow her pride.
"Lilith, I admit I mistook you for another one of my friends servants. You must know she had many and your behavior reminded me of her numerous people who would be caught up in her charisma. I had not meant my earlier assessment out of spite, as you clearly took it as an insult." As she spoke her cheeks began to match the vibrant red of her hair, as she struggled to admit her fault. "You showed you where capable of standing alone and though you lost you showed no malice...What I am attempting to say is." Zeph would once more inhale deeply as if preparing for another go on the mat. "I will watch your back..."
@CallaLily
I am here despite the huge variable that is my schedule. My summer speed courses start next week. However its some basic English course that is so far beneath me I am insulted that they will not give me the credit.
Would you like for me to make a cs or wait for the other two that have voiced interest?
I am noticing this has a rather large list of potential players, would I be able to toss my hat in the ring?
I would like to make a magi with an affinity to ice.
I would like to make a magi with an affinity to ice.
S-01 gave the ship a wide berth uncertain of if it had some sort of way to slow it self. Her uncertainty was violently ended as the ship used the harbor as its breaking. The sound of metal screaming and moaning as it was torn from its metal skeleton, S-01 didn't realize that she had hovered too watch, similar to a pedestrian watching a car accident.
The hooded individuals who where abandoning the ship had a peculiar garb, but they seemed to lack the expected fear and disorder that comes with a accident of that magnitude. A pause as she considered interrogation but the fact that there where many different sources for intel but the chances of getting one that knew any more than standard mission parameters eliminated that as an option. The loud scream of her burst of speed announced her commitment.
From looking over the ship, several entry points had become structurally unstable, but every moment she hesitated the window diminished. "Window." Dropping in low she began to skim the surface of the large deck, several plumes of fire and debris made for some excitement.Abruptly she slammed to a halt in front of the bridge. hands emitted a hint of light but the shattered glass was far louder than the low hum that resonated from her hands.
S-01's eyes darted around the room, various holo displays flickered making it easy to determine she would not be getting anything of worth from their damaged systems. The malevolent activities that happened aboard the vessel were all but confirmed when she found the ship's black box smoldering in a corner. She would continue her search, tearing the panels off the consoles, seeing if there was any recoverable hardware. The smoke that greeted her showed that that too would be a fruitless endeavor. Rather than panic, S-01 thought about how even in times of panic, habit cannot be broken. She burst out the door of the bridge, quickly using her logic to find her way to the rapidly collapsing captain's quarters.
Here she found a break. An old style filing system, complete with manila folders. She ripped the handle off of one, due to her growing tension. Wuth a far gentler touch, she opened the one below. Her eyes searched quickly, looking for key items- coordinates, anything that could prove to be of further use at a lter time. She reached to open the final drawer, only to find it put up a resistance. Her fingers would find the edges of the drawer. Next she would tear it off as if it was a poorly wrapped present. Within was a singular portfolio. While being unassuming, among its folds she would find a detailed shipping manifest, complete with names, payments, and, most importantly, what it had been shipping.
Despite wanting to take the time to read it, a loud explosion that shook the ground beneath her feet reminded her of the rapid decline of her surroundings. She tucked the portfolio beneath her arm and opened her wings. Though in a confined space, the walls had long since lost their stability and the metal was beginning to melt. Her pulse blast tied into her impressive acceleration allowed her to literally tear through ceiling of the structure, a plume of flame seemed to have a mind of its own as it followed behind the fast moving S-01. Looking about the wreckage of the harbor, she searched for a place to land so she could go through manifest in more detail. However, the situation had attracted more than just a little attention. Between the fire and the now destroyed docks, there was no way she wasn't seen. She quickly landed between two buildings and attempted to sneak away with the crowd.
She knew she had likely been tailed, but the need to know what was in the contents in more detail overrode something as simple as someone detecting her. She slid into a mom and pops diner, her wings still in full view, and the ash still sticking to her face. Finding herself a seat on a stool at the counter, some of the other patrons raised am eyebrow at the bizarre sight but S-01 had a more important task at hand, to satiate her curiosity. she looked over the her prize no real defects but it was both charred and damp. Carefully she began to open it but fate would make sure she was once again be interrupted.
"What can I getcha?"
That familiar warm smile appears S-01's face, "I'll take a coffee. Oh, and if you have'em, cinnamon rolls as well."
The woman, in her late thirties, hardly seem phased by a woman with metallic wings walking in to her diner. In fact, by her reaction it seemed like a common occurrence. As she would ask a follow-up question,"Sweetheart, you need a towel? Between the ash on your face and your wet dog hairstyle, I'm assuming you're having a rough night."
S-01 chuckles lightly and tapped the portfolio in front of her, "I hope so, I may have found a ticket for a most amusing ride."
The hooded individuals who where abandoning the ship had a peculiar garb, but they seemed to lack the expected fear and disorder that comes with a accident of that magnitude. A pause as she considered interrogation but the fact that there where many different sources for intel but the chances of getting one that knew any more than standard mission parameters eliminated that as an option. The loud scream of her burst of speed announced her commitment.
From looking over the ship, several entry points had become structurally unstable, but every moment she hesitated the window diminished. "Window." Dropping in low she began to skim the surface of the large deck, several plumes of fire and debris made for some excitement.Abruptly she slammed to a halt in front of the bridge. hands emitted a hint of light but the shattered glass was far louder than the low hum that resonated from her hands.
S-01's eyes darted around the room, various holo displays flickered making it easy to determine she would not be getting anything of worth from their damaged systems. The malevolent activities that happened aboard the vessel were all but confirmed when she found the ship's black box smoldering in a corner. She would continue her search, tearing the panels off the consoles, seeing if there was any recoverable hardware. The smoke that greeted her showed that that too would be a fruitless endeavor. Rather than panic, S-01 thought about how even in times of panic, habit cannot be broken. She burst out the door of the bridge, quickly using her logic to find her way to the rapidly collapsing captain's quarters.
Here she found a break. An old style filing system, complete with manila folders. She ripped the handle off of one, due to her growing tension. Wuth a far gentler touch, she opened the one below. Her eyes searched quickly, looking for key items- coordinates, anything that could prove to be of further use at a lter time. She reached to open the final drawer, only to find it put up a resistance. Her fingers would find the edges of the drawer. Next she would tear it off as if it was a poorly wrapped present. Within was a singular portfolio. While being unassuming, among its folds she would find a detailed shipping manifest, complete with names, payments, and, most importantly, what it had been shipping.
Despite wanting to take the time to read it, a loud explosion that shook the ground beneath her feet reminded her of the rapid decline of her surroundings. She tucked the portfolio beneath her arm and opened her wings. Though in a confined space, the walls had long since lost their stability and the metal was beginning to melt. Her pulse blast tied into her impressive acceleration allowed her to literally tear through ceiling of the structure, a plume of flame seemed to have a mind of its own as it followed behind the fast moving S-01. Looking about the wreckage of the harbor, she searched for a place to land so she could go through manifest in more detail. However, the situation had attracted more than just a little attention. Between the fire and the now destroyed docks, there was no way she wasn't seen. She quickly landed between two buildings and attempted to sneak away with the crowd.
She knew she had likely been tailed, but the need to know what was in the contents in more detail overrode something as simple as someone detecting her. She slid into a mom and pops diner, her wings still in full view, and the ash still sticking to her face. Finding herself a seat on a stool at the counter, some of the other patrons raised am eyebrow at the bizarre sight but S-01 had a more important task at hand, to satiate her curiosity. she looked over the her prize no real defects but it was both charred and damp. Carefully she began to open it but fate would make sure she was once again be interrupted.
"What can I getcha?"
That familiar warm smile appears S-01's face, "I'll take a coffee. Oh, and if you have'em, cinnamon rolls as well."
The woman, in her late thirties, hardly seem phased by a woman with metallic wings walking in to her diner. In fact, by her reaction it seemed like a common occurrence. As she would ask a follow-up question,"Sweetheart, you need a towel? Between the ash on your face and your wet dog hairstyle, I'm assuming you're having a rough night."
S-01 chuckles lightly and tapped the portfolio in front of her, "I hope so, I may have found a ticket for a most amusing ride."
I am not angry with you helsing, just in case you mistake my characters emotions for my own. I was just trying to wait for the next stage before I really got back into it. I wasn't ignoring you, I apologize if you thought that is what was going on.
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