REOPENED
Taking on one or two more RP's. PM me if interested in any of the ideas, and definitely check out the rp idea above.
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Taking on one or two more RP's. PM me if interested in any of the ideas, and definitely check out the rp idea above.
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
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As the mob cried out for supposed justice and the blood of what was probably an innocent man Grace and the two men beside her stood and watched. There was nothing that any of them could do. The accusations flew, only to be cut off by the words of the sheriff. A faint smile pulled at Grace’s lips, though the woman was very sure that no matter what he said blood would still be spilt. The mob was far too riled not to attempt their sick sense of justice. Just as she expected one of the many townsfolk gathered drew his gun but before he could even pull the trigger it was shot out of his hand with a bang.
Grace’s brown eyes widened in shock, first looking about on the ground for the marksman responsible, but when she glance up at the saloon windows she found the suspect. It was a woman with a rifle. She didn’t really put her race, which was obviously a blend between a Native American and European. What really intrigued her though was the weapon in her grip. From where she was standing she did not have a great view of the particular rifle but from the street below she could tell it was nowhere near new.
A gun could tell a lot about a person and just from the blurry glimpse at the weapon Miss Baur knew that the woman used her weapon often. Most likely she used it for her job, which could be several things, but whatever it was needed something more powerful than a simple hand pistol.
The young woman was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice that the crowd, save for Johnny, was gone. All she knew was that suddenly she heard another shot ring out. Her gaze widened only for a short gasp to leave her lips. Johnny now lay in the dirt, dead as a doornail. As much as she hadn’t care for the now deceased man she was still saddened by the loss of his life.
Without a word to her father or Johnathan Grace stepped out into the street. She watched as some strange man picked up the corpse and slung it over his shoulder. Grace looked over to the man who had been so wrongly treated as she approached where the three men stood. The two men she had left behind did not follow, only watching in confusion as she stepped over to the Sioux Indian.
Grace glanced away for a split second to get a good look at the other stranger, catching the quick glint of a gun on his person as well but not getting a good look at it. She quickly looked away, casting a sympathetic smile at the Indian. “Are you alright?” she inquired, facing the stranger yet not turning her back to the saloon. Part of her wondered who that mystery shooter was and if she needed any gun repairs.
Grace’s brown eyes widened in shock, first looking about on the ground for the marksman responsible, but when she glance up at the saloon windows she found the suspect. It was a woman with a rifle. She didn’t really put her race, which was obviously a blend between a Native American and European. What really intrigued her though was the weapon in her grip. From where she was standing she did not have a great view of the particular rifle but from the street below she could tell it was nowhere near new.
A gun could tell a lot about a person and just from the blurry glimpse at the weapon Miss Baur knew that the woman used her weapon often. Most likely she used it for her job, which could be several things, but whatever it was needed something more powerful than a simple hand pistol.
The young woman was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice that the crowd, save for Johnny, was gone. All she knew was that suddenly she heard another shot ring out. Her gaze widened only for a short gasp to leave her lips. Johnny now lay in the dirt, dead as a doornail. As much as she hadn’t care for the now deceased man she was still saddened by the loss of his life.
Without a word to her father or Johnathan Grace stepped out into the street. She watched as some strange man picked up the corpse and slung it over his shoulder. Grace looked over to the man who had been so wrongly treated as she approached where the three men stood. The two men she had left behind did not follow, only watching in confusion as she stepped over to the Sioux Indian.
Grace glanced away for a split second to get a good look at the other stranger, catching the quick glint of a gun on his person as well but not getting a good look at it. She quickly looked away, casting a sympathetic smile at the Indian. “Are you alright?” she inquired, facing the stranger yet not turning her back to the saloon. Part of her wondered who that mystery shooter was and if she needed any gun repairs.
Rereading this, I've realized I miss this particular rp.
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I'm working on mine as well, just having some issues figuring out what Grace is going to do.
@Warrior in the ShadowsAlso I have to agree with @Noxious about the accurate representation. I was born and raised southern though we called the war by both names.(my history teacher liked to teach both sides evenly.) It's very accurate for that particular mindset.
@Warrior in the ShadowsAlso I have to agree with @Noxious about the accurate representation. I was born and raised southern though we called the war by both names.(my history teacher liked to teach both sides evenly.) It's very accurate for that particular mindset.
We should start! :D
I would love to but I'm not sure if we have all been accepted...
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Took me forever, especially after having to rewrite my ending. An angry mob is not something one in the same town can easily miss, had to write that in.
Hope you enjoy the product of my struggle for a lengthy post.
Hope you enjoy the product of my struggle for a lengthy post.
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CLANG!
The sound of the door slamming harshly into the wall was enough to startle anyone, especially when they weren’t expecting any sort of disturbances. Until this point the dimly lit workspace of a blacksmith had been deathly silent, for good reason. There was only one current occupant of the space, a figure who had previously been bent over a work bench working diligently on a new black powder compound.
With the sound however they shot up, almost knocking over the candle that was lighting the desk. A nimble hand caught it just before disaster could occur, the feminine hand setting it quickly to the side away from the black powder that was being mixed. The figure then turned, her brown eyes glaring down the fool crazy enough to disrupt her. “The sign says closed for a reason mister! I was working with black powder, you know…the highly flammable explosive material!” snapped the woman. She stood, setting the flammable substance gently out of the flames reach. Her hands went to her hips, a dangerous look on the brunette’s visage.
“Sorry Grace.” The intruder meekly replied, running a hand through his hair while his gaze fell to the floor. His name was Johnathan, a young man who often went drinking with Grace’s father. Usually he was extremely polite, he knew that the woman worked in a potentially dangerous environment, but that had escaped him this time.
Johnathan finally looked back up at the young woman. She had dirt and some other dark substance, most likely one of the compounds she worked with, on her hands and thus had accidentally smeared some across her brow. “Your pa was wondering if you had finished fixing the shotgun for Mister Martin… he says he needs it real soon.” The man explained, looking slightly worried. For good reason, Martin was a rude man with a violent temper and everyone tried their best not to anger him.
Grace blinked, understanding in her eyes. In a twirl of motion Miss Baur abandoned her work bench, heading over to where she usually set the pieces she had finished repairing. On a shelf above those was an array of knives, blades, and several strange looking guns. Those were the pieces the woman designed herself; she liked to tinker with the mechanics to alter the speed of the barrels and other things. She loved to improve weapons, and her pieces fetched a mighty good penny. Her gaze was set on the lower shelf though, where she placed the weapons and tools she merely repaired. Sitting right in the center was what used to be a battered shotgun but now it almost looked new. She picked it up carefully, as if it was a delicate art piece, before striding back over to Johnathan.
“Don’t fret so much. I’m not stupid; I finished the repairs two days ago.” Grace chuckled, looking over her handiwork. She walked over to the candle, blowing it out quickly. “I should probably take this to Pa myself.” She added, stepping over to the still open door.
The room outside the workshop had simple wood floors, a sharp contrast from the waste-stone floors of the other room, and the walls were wooden planks as well. It was properly lit, the last rays of sunlight stretching in through the windows on three of the walls. Standing behind a long countertop was a rather aged man. His once dirty blonde hair was peppered with grey and white, matching the stubble on his tan chin. Brown eyes, darker than that of Grace, met the pair as they emerged from the dim room and closed the door behind them.
“I didn’t realize you had finished that one already.” The older man in his early fifties said in a gruff tone. “Here, let me see.”
Grace stepped over to her father, gingerly handing him the gun. She watched as he checked it over, but was pleased when he came up with no faults. It had been a long time since her father had helped her with a piece, especially after his hands stopped being even slightly ideal for the delicate mechanisms of the newer guns. That work had become Grace’s responsibility seeing as she had much smaller hands and was just as skilled, if not more so, than her father.
“It’s good, real good kiddo.” Mister Baur praised with a smile on his lips. Grace merely chuckled at this, she was clearly no longer a child but she could not deny her father the endearing term. “Martin ‘ll pick this up tomorrow, for now you deserve a break. It’s closin’ time anyhow. Jonathan? Why don’t you join us for some supper?” the man inquired.
The sun had yet to fall when the trio stepped outside, Grace now dressed in something more feminine due to her father’s insistence. They walked calmly down the side of the street in Brogden only to freeze when they noticed the mob. “What the- what in tarnation is goin’ on?” Mister Baur breathed in shock, confused.
The sound of the door slamming harshly into the wall was enough to startle anyone, especially when they weren’t expecting any sort of disturbances. Until this point the dimly lit workspace of a blacksmith had been deathly silent, for good reason. There was only one current occupant of the space, a figure who had previously been bent over a work bench working diligently on a new black powder compound.
With the sound however they shot up, almost knocking over the candle that was lighting the desk. A nimble hand caught it just before disaster could occur, the feminine hand setting it quickly to the side away from the black powder that was being mixed. The figure then turned, her brown eyes glaring down the fool crazy enough to disrupt her. “The sign says closed for a reason mister! I was working with black powder, you know…the highly flammable explosive material!” snapped the woman. She stood, setting the flammable substance gently out of the flames reach. Her hands went to her hips, a dangerous look on the brunette’s visage.
“Sorry Grace.” The intruder meekly replied, running a hand through his hair while his gaze fell to the floor. His name was Johnathan, a young man who often went drinking with Grace’s father. Usually he was extremely polite, he knew that the woman worked in a potentially dangerous environment, but that had escaped him this time.
Johnathan finally looked back up at the young woman. She had dirt and some other dark substance, most likely one of the compounds she worked with, on her hands and thus had accidentally smeared some across her brow. “Your pa was wondering if you had finished fixing the shotgun for Mister Martin… he says he needs it real soon.” The man explained, looking slightly worried. For good reason, Martin was a rude man with a violent temper and everyone tried their best not to anger him.
Grace blinked, understanding in her eyes. In a twirl of motion Miss Baur abandoned her work bench, heading over to where she usually set the pieces she had finished repairing. On a shelf above those was an array of knives, blades, and several strange looking guns. Those were the pieces the woman designed herself; she liked to tinker with the mechanics to alter the speed of the barrels and other things. She loved to improve weapons, and her pieces fetched a mighty good penny. Her gaze was set on the lower shelf though, where she placed the weapons and tools she merely repaired. Sitting right in the center was what used to be a battered shotgun but now it almost looked new. She picked it up carefully, as if it was a delicate art piece, before striding back over to Johnathan.
“Don’t fret so much. I’m not stupid; I finished the repairs two days ago.” Grace chuckled, looking over her handiwork. She walked over to the candle, blowing it out quickly. “I should probably take this to Pa myself.” She added, stepping over to the still open door.
The room outside the workshop had simple wood floors, a sharp contrast from the waste-stone floors of the other room, and the walls were wooden planks as well. It was properly lit, the last rays of sunlight stretching in through the windows on three of the walls. Standing behind a long countertop was a rather aged man. His once dirty blonde hair was peppered with grey and white, matching the stubble on his tan chin. Brown eyes, darker than that of Grace, met the pair as they emerged from the dim room and closed the door behind them.
“I didn’t realize you had finished that one already.” The older man in his early fifties said in a gruff tone. “Here, let me see.”
Grace stepped over to her father, gingerly handing him the gun. She watched as he checked it over, but was pleased when he came up with no faults. It had been a long time since her father had helped her with a piece, especially after his hands stopped being even slightly ideal for the delicate mechanisms of the newer guns. That work had become Grace’s responsibility seeing as she had much smaller hands and was just as skilled, if not more so, than her father.
“It’s good, real good kiddo.” Mister Baur praised with a smile on his lips. Grace merely chuckled at this, she was clearly no longer a child but she could not deny her father the endearing term. “Martin ‘ll pick this up tomorrow, for now you deserve a break. It’s closin’ time anyhow. Jonathan? Why don’t you join us for some supper?” the man inquired.
The sun had yet to fall when the trio stepped outside, Grace now dressed in something more feminine due to her father’s insistence. They walked calmly down the side of the street in Brogden only to freeze when they noticed the mob. “What the- what in tarnation is goin’ on?” Mister Baur breathed in shock, confused.
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@shi12Ahh, a fellow martial artist, know how those go. No worries, look forward to it when you get it posted, ^^
Actually I was mostly a spectator, went to cheer for my brother who is a blackbelt.
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Once @Wraithblade6 and @shi12 post intro posts, will continue. Still accepting new cs's, so no worries.
I'll get a post up before the night is over, I've been at a karate event all day.
If Rosaline had any blood in her doll like body it would have gone cold at Marianne’s threat. The nebula tried to look unaffected though; she knew that showing fear would only embolden the woman before her. Her glass eyed gaze never looked away, completely unaffected by the dragon barreling across the room to join the fight. She was more worried about the terrifying woman in black whom she had just openly threatened. The minute she disappeared though Rosaline relaxed, casting a glance to Faira to make sure she was alright. It was rather confusing how she had tried to step between them, she was merely human yet she stood up for a being that was clearly hard to kill. She smiled politely at her, sort of a quiet thank you for her bravery. Rose would never let her take a hit for her though; she could take a lot more than she could.
Rosaline was rather shocked that Marianne had helped them, free of charge, but she wondered if she did it to thwart Joshua. That in her eyes made the most sense. “Thank you for your help.” She said politely, looking dead on at Marianne.
The nebula glanced around the room, checking on the others and also seeing any potential directions they could go to find the key out of here. That’s when she noticed something. Little Ann was nowhere to be seen, completely and utterly gone. “We seem to be missing Ann.” She almost gasped, wondering what had become of the young girl. Rosaline looked down to the unconscious little Marianne in front of her before attempting to stand. Her damaged legs cracked loudly, but she didn’t let it stop her. Suddenly she fell back to her knees, the cracks more extensive than before. She didn’t know if she could repair them fully yet, she still might need the magic, but she knew she couldn’t walk on them long in this state. It made her feel useless. “Great… I’m worse off than I thought.” She sighed, running a finger over the deep cracks in her porcelain legs. Luckily she could not feel anything lest her entire form would be writhing in pain. “Anyone else want to make the ‘Collector’ suffer?” she practically growled. She had hated Joshua a long time ago, still did, only now with current events and transgressions added to her hatred the man would be lucky if he lived to see the next sunrise. He would pay… once she could walk again that is.
Alexandra had reverted back not long after her initial transformation, just after the disappearance of their foe. She skipped about the room with a childish demeanor, her teddy bear gripped tightly in her hands.
Rosaline was rather shocked that Marianne had helped them, free of charge, but she wondered if she did it to thwart Joshua. That in her eyes made the most sense. “Thank you for your help.” She said politely, looking dead on at Marianne.
The nebula glanced around the room, checking on the others and also seeing any potential directions they could go to find the key out of here. That’s when she noticed something. Little Ann was nowhere to be seen, completely and utterly gone. “We seem to be missing Ann.” She almost gasped, wondering what had become of the young girl. Rosaline looked down to the unconscious little Marianne in front of her before attempting to stand. Her damaged legs cracked loudly, but she didn’t let it stop her. Suddenly she fell back to her knees, the cracks more extensive than before. She didn’t know if she could repair them fully yet, she still might need the magic, but she knew she couldn’t walk on them long in this state. It made her feel useless. “Great… I’m worse off than I thought.” She sighed, running a finger over the deep cracks in her porcelain legs. Luckily she could not feel anything lest her entire form would be writhing in pain. “Anyone else want to make the ‘Collector’ suffer?” she practically growled. She had hated Joshua a long time ago, still did, only now with current events and transgressions added to her hatred the man would be lucky if he lived to see the next sunrise. He would pay… once she could walk again that is.
Alexandra had reverted back not long after her initial transformation, just after the disappearance of their foe. She skipped about the room with a childish demeanor, her teddy bear gripped tightly in her hands.
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