Sorry, busy thanksgiving weekend.
Both of your cs sheets are fine.
I'll hopefully get to post again soon.
shi12
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STATUS: Finally back. Now to get through the pile of posts I haven't finished... 5 yrs ago
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Finally back. Now to get through the pile of posts I haven't finished...
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5 yrs ago
So this week absolutely sucks. Currently on day 3 of being sick and stuck in bed. Sorry for any delays, I'll get back to everyone once I'm better.
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5 yrs ago
Family visiting. Posts might be slow.
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5 yrs ago
When you have a mountain of things to do but your family decides to add a whole new pile on top of it.... Currently swimming in to-do lists
5 yrs ago
Did not expect to spend my Saturday in bed with a nightmarish headache. Replies might be slow today.
Bio
So, hello all, I'm Shi. I've been participating in play-by-post roleplays for the past 8 years, though I did just come back from a break. If I'm working with you and go silent for more than a week without any explanation or heads up please send me a message and call me out on it. (Check my status if this happens. I leave most of these warnings there now.) I honestly just lose the motivation to write a lot...or forget to give a warning and then feel super guilty and put off replying longer.
On a better note; I just recently completed college and my schedule has opened up for the first time in years. Unlike before I am no longer balancing school, work, and life.
That is all...
"My life is my own, its secrets are mine,
I keep my world to myself, so don't cross the line,
But if fiction is what you are looking for, then I will be there,
A pen in my hand and a story to share.
That is what I am here for, to create stories galore,
Epics of heroes, battles of gore,
Lives unheard of, worlds not yet explored,
I am here to write, to no longer be bored."
~By Shi12
On a better note; I just recently completed college and my schedule has opened up for the first time in years. Unlike before I am no longer balancing school, work, and life.
That is all...
"My life is my own, its secrets are mine,
I keep my world to myself, so don't cross the line,
But if fiction is what you are looking for, then I will be there,
A pen in my hand and a story to share.
That is what I am here for, to create stories galore,
Epics of heroes, battles of gore,
Lives unheard of, worlds not yet explored,
I am here to write, to no longer be bored."
~By Shi12
Most Recent Posts
Scarifar said
Good point. I'll do that.
It's nice to see that you're back.
Go ahead, I'll add your name to the second one once I can get to a computer.
Lucius Cypher said
I've gotten a little something up. Just note; he's still a club and until he evaluates you all, he'll remain one. Eventually he'll chose someone to be his master, or maybe two, though he typically sticks with one so he doesn't have to deal with people being possessive of him.
It's ok, I'm looking forward to seeing how everyone reacts to him.
Lucius Cypher said
Well, he can't exactly "Sleep", but I just don't have much for him to say at the moment, at least until someone decides to interact with him. I suppose I could have him monologue to himself.
I know, it's fine... maybe someone will mess with him in hopes of getting out of the cellar. He is a weapon after all, something we're short on.
TheWindel said
Sorry for the short Co-GM post. Waiting for other people to wake up and begin to leave the basement.
It's fine, I think the only other person who needs to wake up is Andari.
Lucinda glanced at the individuals who had awoken; her eyes examined each of them carefully before she decided it was best that she reply. “We seem to be in someone’s cellar. Who’s exactly has yet to be determined.” She says, crossing her arms before her. With doing so her arm, the right one which she had forgotten was still in a state of metal, creaked a little before shining in the dim lighting.
Her eyes once again looked over the few but froze on a young woman who looked a little unstable. Seeing as she wasn’t far from her she stepped over and tried to stable her with her left arm. “You might want to slow down, you seem ill.” She chided, hoping not to frighten the poor girl.
Still supporting the girl Lucinda turned back to the three men who were awake. “I know not why we are here but even so I think it would be best to introduce myself. My name is Lucinda Grey, most merely call me Lucy.” She chimes, trying to diffuse the fear and tension in the room. As she was talking she glanced back around the room and was a little confused by a folded piece of parchment on a nearby crate. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was still supporting a dizzy seeming girl she would probably have gone to inspect it.
Her eyes once again looked over the few but froze on a young woman who looked a little unstable. Seeing as she wasn’t far from her she stepped over and tried to stable her with her left arm. “You might want to slow down, you seem ill.” She chided, hoping not to frighten the poor girl.
Still supporting the girl Lucinda turned back to the three men who were awake. “I know not why we are here but even so I think it would be best to introduce myself. My name is Lucinda Grey, most merely call me Lucy.” She chimes, trying to diffuse the fear and tension in the room. As she was talking she glanced back around the room and was a little confused by a folded piece of parchment on a nearby crate. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was still supporting a dizzy seeming girl she would probably have gone to inspect it.
Sorry for my absence, I've been sick as of late.
The IC is now open, please no speed posting and give at least two people after you the chance to post before posting again.
The IC is now open, please no speed posting and give at least two people after you the chance to post before posting again.
Constricted, tight, cut off, Rosaline felt as if she had been buried alive. It did not smell of dirt however, instead the smell of other people and a dank cold smell reached her dainty, doll like nose. Other people? she thought, forcing her eyes to open. The minute the glass orbs of green slid open she almost screamed. As if due to some sick joke she was trapped in a clear, most likely glass, box that was set upright in a desolate basement of sorts. In that moment she felt more trapped than ever, as if the one behind this wanted her to feel powerless, and it was working. It was also making her angry.
Thinking of a way out of her confinement she glanced back around the cellar, her eyes ghosting over several unconscious figures scattered over the floor. She, however, seemed to be the only one trapped in a box. The others, once awake, would be free to move. A growl left her lips.
The cellar appeared cold, seeing as the other beings breath left them in puffs of fog due to the cold. Freezing or not Rosaline could not feel it, her body couldn’t feel, she didn’t have any nerve endings in her doll like body so thus she could never feel even if she wanted to.
“Can SOMEONE get me out of this foul entrapment!!” she yelled, hoping to startle someone awake so they might free her. While waiting though, continuing to pound helplessly on the glass, she tried recalling how she came to be here. It was a foggy memory but she remembered trying to fight off several assailants during one of her late night walks. Could that be who brought her here?
Shaking the thought off she pounded harder with her porcelain fists, wanting nothing more than to be free of this infernal box.
Thinking of a way out of her confinement she glanced back around the cellar, her eyes ghosting over several unconscious figures scattered over the floor. She, however, seemed to be the only one trapped in a box. The others, once awake, would be free to move. A growl left her lips.
The cellar appeared cold, seeing as the other beings breath left them in puffs of fog due to the cold. Freezing or not Rosaline could not feel it, her body couldn’t feel, she didn’t have any nerve endings in her doll like body so thus she could never feel even if she wanted to.
“Can SOMEONE get me out of this foul entrapment!!” she yelled, hoping to startle someone awake so they might free her. While waiting though, continuing to pound helplessly on the glass, she tried recalling how she came to be here. It was a foggy memory but she remembered trying to fight off several assailants during one of her late night walks. Could that be who brought her here?
Shaking the thought off she pounded harder with her porcelain fists, wanting nothing more than to be free of this infernal box.
I'll make another post soon. I've just been sick lately.
Blox said
Cool :) Sorry my history was not so short ^^;
It's fine.
He seems an interesting character overall and I look forward to seeing him in action.
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