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Technology: can't live with it; can't live without it. Trying to make a Powerpoint presentation for Volcanology tomorrow morning, and Office 365 Powerpoint keeps crashing. RIP
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6 yrs ago
Leaving for a 9 day Geology Field Camp. I will be offline until I get back on the 28th, but I may not get to catching up with stuff I missed until the 29th. See y'all in a few days.
6 yrs ago
Going camping in the middle of nowhere to do geology stuff. I'll be back Sunday evening.
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7 yrs ago
Out of school for the summer! Woot!
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7 yrs ago
Going dark for a few days. I have a major project for Paleontology due Tuesday morning, and I'm nowhere near done with it, so I'll be away until I get that done. See y'all in a few days.
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@Zoey Boey&@Starlance I'm afraid it probably is. There hasn't been any response in months, so I doubt it's going to pick back up again. I had fun while it lasted, and it was a good almost 2 years, which I think is the longest running RP I've ever been involved in, but it seems like it has come to an end, sadly. But if it reboots, Valanx will be happy to fly with the Marauders again.
Milo Thomas
Interacting with: @Ryteb Pymeroce@BurningDaisies
Milo felt safer in the presence of this young woman. Growing up in Victorian London where anyone you met might want to steal from you or worse made Milo a fairly good judge of character, and he could tell that Zhao was genuinely concerned for his safety. As they neared the site of the battle, where soldiers were gathering the dead and treating the wounded, another of the strangers approached. It was the man with the strange puppets. Judging by the man's skin tone and accent, Milo could tell he was an Englishman like himself, though he certainly had a peculiar way of dressing by Milo's estimation. But then again, so did everyone else, and they probably thought that Milo's way of dressing was just as peculiar, so he really wasn't in any position to make any sort of judgement.
Milo watched as one of the puppets, wearing a mask and striped shirt and carrying a bag of loot, was grabbed by the other puppet who was dressed in a policeman's uniform and speaking with an exaggerated London accent. Milo had seen scenes like this one play out several times back in the real world, and he laughed in amusement at the puppet's antics, though he did marvel at the fact that these clearly artificial puppets seemed to be truly alive, unless Sam was so masterful in his professed craft that he was able to manipulate the puppets without any perceptible movement on his own part. Milo, however, was convinced of the puppets' true autonomy when Sam conjured a top hat out of ice. This was clearly no sleight of hand trickery as Milo had come to understand magic - this was real magic, and it was likely this same magic that had brought the puppets to life, though Milo still didn't understand how that sort of thing worked. Still, this magic, in particular Sam's ability to conjure ice from nothing, intrigued Milo for reasons he couldn't quite explain, but he wondered if he couldn't somehow learn to do the same sort of thing? The idea sent an odd tingle through Milo's body and reawakened the odd feeling he had felt when that strange voice had first spoken to him and mentioned something about a blessing.
Interacting with: @Ryteb Pymeroce@BurningDaisies
Milo felt safer in the presence of this young woman. Growing up in Victorian London where anyone you met might want to steal from you or worse made Milo a fairly good judge of character, and he could tell that Zhao was genuinely concerned for his safety. As they neared the site of the battle, where soldiers were gathering the dead and treating the wounded, another of the strangers approached. It was the man with the strange puppets. Judging by the man's skin tone and accent, Milo could tell he was an Englishman like himself, though he certainly had a peculiar way of dressing by Milo's estimation. But then again, so did everyone else, and they probably thought that Milo's way of dressing was just as peculiar, so he really wasn't in any position to make any sort of judgement.
Milo watched as one of the puppets, wearing a mask and striped shirt and carrying a bag of loot, was grabbed by the other puppet who was dressed in a policeman's uniform and speaking with an exaggerated London accent. Milo had seen scenes like this one play out several times back in the real world, and he laughed in amusement at the puppet's antics, though he did marvel at the fact that these clearly artificial puppets seemed to be truly alive, unless Sam was so masterful in his professed craft that he was able to manipulate the puppets without any perceptible movement on his own part. Milo, however, was convinced of the puppets' true autonomy when Sam conjured a top hat out of ice. This was clearly no sleight of hand trickery as Milo had come to understand magic - this was real magic, and it was likely this same magic that had brought the puppets to life, though Milo still didn't understand how that sort of thing worked. Still, this magic, in particular Sam's ability to conjure ice from nothing, intrigued Milo for reasons he couldn't quite explain, but he wondered if he couldn't somehow learn to do the same sort of thing? The idea sent an odd tingle through Milo's body and reawakened the odd feeling he had felt when that strange voice had first spoken to him and mentioned something about a blessing.
@BurningDaisies Ugh. That sucks. Well, hope things can get better for you soon. And don't worry about having to take things slow. We're living in a world gone mad right now, so I think we all understand that having to take care of irl stuff takes precedence over rp stuff.
@BurningDaisies We all know how crazy real life can get. Take all the time you need. We're patient (or at least we can pretend to be).
@Polaris North I know all too well what that's like.
I'm here. Just waiting for a few more peeps to post something before I do.
Once Milo starts gaining levels and learning magic, he'll actually be a more powerful mage than Sam. Sam has the higher INT and mana, but Milo has the All Elemental Affinity so he'll be able to do basically anything, especially once his sub-skill gets unlocked.
Milo Thomas
Milo was lost. This fact was as plain as the nose on the young boy's face. No matter what direction he looked, everything that he could see looked exactly the same. It didn't help that he was only four feet tall, and that if he would actually stand up straight. His poor posture took his actual height down a few inches, and this short stature meant that he couldn't see very far in any direction. He looked around, seeing nothing but the same field that he had been in since waking up in this strange world. None of the soldiers or other strangers were anywhere to be seen, and Milo guessed he had probably been forgotten. The other strangers had fought against the kobolds. Milo had run away. It was all he knew how to do. He couldn't fight, and so he ran. That had always been his life. But now, he was hopelessly lost in some strange world with no idea what to do or where to go. Perhaps it had been foolish to run like he had when those kobolds broke through the lines and came after him, but it was either that or try to fight them and likely get killed in the process. His self-preservation instincts were still very much intact, and thus he had chosen the option that offered, in his estimation, the greater chance of survival, however temporary. Unfortunately, this option had now left him lost and forgotten, and so he was likely to die anyway, just slightly later than he would have if it had been at the paws of the kobolds. Once again, he wondered why he had been brought to this world if only to die a second time.
As Milo pondered these thoughts, he saw a figure fly up into the air. It looked like a human, but Milo had never known a human that had the ability to fly. Maybe things were different in this world? Maybe he could jump into the air and fly? He really didn't want to test that in case he couldn't fly and merely ended up crashing and hurting himself. And anyway, the flying person may not have actually been flying - Milo had only caught a quick glimpse of the figure before it fell back below the horizon, after all. Then the ground shook slightly, and Milo looked around to see what new terror was approaching. At first, he could see nothing, and then he saw one of the strangers from earlier rush to him. This was the same one that had promised to protect him. She had also promised to find him again just before she left to fight the Kobold Lord. Judging by how relieved she looked to have found him, that was the very reason she was coming this way. The woman asked Milo if he was hurt, then looked him over for injuries herself before he even had a chance to say that he was fine, aside from being hungry. She had then proceeded to apologize to Milo for leaving him behind, even though Milo had really been the one to leave her and the others behind when he ran from the kobolds; swore to protect Milo, which she really didn't need to do; and asked him to come back to camp with her. Milo took the hand she offered as she asked for his name. "M'name's Milo, Princess ma'am," he answered as they began walking back towards the site of the battle against the kobolds. It seemed all danger had passed from the area for the time being, for which Milo was grateful as he really didn't want to run into any more kobolds or whatever else was around in this field that might want to kill him.
@BurningDaisies
Milo was lost. This fact was as plain as the nose on the young boy's face. No matter what direction he looked, everything that he could see looked exactly the same. It didn't help that he was only four feet tall, and that if he would actually stand up straight. His poor posture took his actual height down a few inches, and this short stature meant that he couldn't see very far in any direction. He looked around, seeing nothing but the same field that he had been in since waking up in this strange world. None of the soldiers or other strangers were anywhere to be seen, and Milo guessed he had probably been forgotten. The other strangers had fought against the kobolds. Milo had run away. It was all he knew how to do. He couldn't fight, and so he ran. That had always been his life. But now, he was hopelessly lost in some strange world with no idea what to do or where to go. Perhaps it had been foolish to run like he had when those kobolds broke through the lines and came after him, but it was either that or try to fight them and likely get killed in the process. His self-preservation instincts were still very much intact, and thus he had chosen the option that offered, in his estimation, the greater chance of survival, however temporary. Unfortunately, this option had now left him lost and forgotten, and so he was likely to die anyway, just slightly later than he would have if it had been at the paws of the kobolds. Once again, he wondered why he had been brought to this world if only to die a second time.
As Milo pondered these thoughts, he saw a figure fly up into the air. It looked like a human, but Milo had never known a human that had the ability to fly. Maybe things were different in this world? Maybe he could jump into the air and fly? He really didn't want to test that in case he couldn't fly and merely ended up crashing and hurting himself. And anyway, the flying person may not have actually been flying - Milo had only caught a quick glimpse of the figure before it fell back below the horizon, after all. Then the ground shook slightly, and Milo looked around to see what new terror was approaching. At first, he could see nothing, and then he saw one of the strangers from earlier rush to him. This was the same one that had promised to protect him. She had also promised to find him again just before she left to fight the Kobold Lord. Judging by how relieved she looked to have found him, that was the very reason she was coming this way. The woman asked Milo if he was hurt, then looked him over for injuries herself before he even had a chance to say that he was fine, aside from being hungry. She had then proceeded to apologize to Milo for leaving him behind, even though Milo had really been the one to leave her and the others behind when he ran from the kobolds; swore to protect Milo, which she really didn't need to do; and asked him to come back to camp with her. Milo took the hand she offered as she asked for his name. "M'name's Milo, Princess ma'am," he answered as they began walking back towards the site of the battle against the kobolds. It seemed all danger had passed from the area for the time being, for which Milo was grateful as he really didn't want to run into any more kobolds or whatever else was around in this field that might want to kill him.
@BurningDaisies
Given the existence of fist weapons (which I had never considered) would it be acceptable to modify Milo's Brawler skill to allow the use of fist weapons (essentially Fist Weapon Mastery)?
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