Shoryu Magami

What is the difference between a Flame War and a Disagreement to you?

Oh, look -- a short reply from me for once.

'Debating 101' pretty much comes down to attacking the idea, not the person. In essence, someone who actually knows how to debate can do so without getting personal or snarky, and without being disrespectful. To me, something becomes a 'flame war' instead of a 'disagreement' when this line is crossed and the person stops debating maturely. It's easy to have a disagreement with someone and still be an adult about it, but a lot of people forget that.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

@Heap241

Looks good to me, and it's nice to have additions like that to make things more alive. I've been unable to click on those links due to the condition of my PC right now, but once this bit of organization work is done I'll probably read it again while actually opening the links.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

@Aewin@Pudding@Melo@Ailyn Evensen@Snagglepuss89@tsukune@Shadow007@Eidolen@MayLien@Heap241

Status update:

• Old Man's CS has been updated considerably to include a more complete 'Public CS' in the 'NPCs' section, and the name was changed to Dietfried Morgenstern now that the character has somewhat introduced themselves as a proper NPC. His name in the opening post of the OOC was also updated appropriately.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

NPCs

Somewhere in Central Paris | April 14, 2012 (09:23 AM)

_{♫ Baccano! OST - Nise Orchestra no Kanbi na Hibiki}

`... 'Too dramatic'...? Perhaps I was wrong...` the old man thought to himself.

There was a possibility that he had jumped to conclusions, mostly because his mind was entirely obsessed on something and subsequently in his head everything had to be related to it in some way. There was no denying that the look in the old man's eyes was that of someone who was fixated or haunted, but he saw no reason to speak to this young (at least by his own standards) man about it if he was not somehow able to relate to it. He would merely brush the words off as something spoken by a lunatic -- not that the old man was entirely unused to that at this point. Though he tried to present himself as sophisticated there was no denying that to any 'normal' person the words that would usually come out of his mouth would be a bit much to take in. He thought perhaps this man might understand, but it would seem not.

Since the old man was deep in his own contemplations, he made no attempt to speak to Conrad during the brief period of time between the two sets of dialogue. Despite how haunted the old man was, he was far too contemplative to feel the need to instantly reply to anything spoken, especially when the words had implied that any sort of extensive discussion might be an exercise in futility. Of course, it was perhaps a bit harsh to judge this young man strictly on one sentence, but if that sentence was anything to go off then Conrad was the type who would not want to hear what he had to say. While the old man could definitely appreciate the attempts made by Conrad to show him respect with the term 'Herr', he was also a bit too weary of the world to care much for something like formality.

The old man also made no immediate response to Conrad's offer to shake his hand. Firstly, the overall expression of the old man indicated that he trusted no one, to the point that he was paranoid. Secondly, the gears were currently turning in his head a lot faster now with the new statements made by Conrad. The young man he made it clear that he had not been here long, and that he was here for the purposes of an encounter. To any ordinary person, these things could have meant any number of things and the possible connection to what the old man was thinking could have been nothing more than coincidence, but he did not believe in coincidence anymore -- not after what he had learned. Also, people who were fixated on something usually saw what they wanted to see, so there was nothing actually strange about his mind going straight in one direction.

"Dietfried..." the old man responded simply, choose not to give his surname -- Conrad had not done so either anyway, "I am here... seeking a reunion with someone..." Dietfried replied, choosing not to word himself in the more 'dramatic' way he would have usually done so but still nevertheless answering the question.

The old man moved his cane slightly to the side, raising it and then letting it touch the ground again as if he was preparing to turn away, a clicking sound coming from the steel end touching the pavement. In all honesty, Dietfried was unsure whether or not to say what was actually on his mind at this point. He was weary of this young man even though he had no clear reason to be, but then he was for the most part weary of everyone and it did show in his expression. At the same time, he could not just ignore the thoughts in his head that were bothering him due to the combination of the words Conrad had used earlier. Most people would have thought nothing of it, but Dietfried's mind could only go think about this in a single way.

_{♫ Shadow Hearts OST - Profile}

"... Were you invited here...?" Dietfried asked suddenly, as if choosing not to walk away after all, "Were you given a letter -- written on antique paper...?" the old man questioned. The response to this question would settle everything, so Dietfried payed close attention to the young man's expression.

Greeting's mortal's

@Toshiro Itsuma

Admittedly, for roughly five years prior to joining this site I was only role-playing occasionally over IM programs with a couple of people in my close circle. Before that, I was part of the InvisionFree role-playing forums since (I think) roughly 2005 or 2006. For all intents and purposes, I watched the steady death of most role-playing forums on those servers, and just limited my role-playing to IM programs after that basically. I only found out about this site due to finding it in a link someone left in a post on the first InvisionFree site I was part of. I've also run my own role-play forums through those servers before, with a few of them still existing but mostly being for storage now.

It's good to meet people that quickly. On my end, I actually did meet several people on this site quite fast, but I only started role-playing here after about a month or so. I was a bit uncertain if I'd actually use this place to role-play or just to network with people, and then stuff sort of just happened. With that being said, if you feel like talking or whatnot feel free to hit me up with a PM sometime. I'd offer my role-play to you since we've got a really decent group of people, but I don't know if it'd be your 'thing' and I'm trying not to promote it in introductions. Lol. I'm not exactly part of many role-plays due to a massive amount of work off the site, but maybe we'll get a chance eventually.

Even if you don't join the role-play, you're welcome to use the Discord channel connected to my role-play, since we've got guests and it's really a good group of people. I also run a hang-out thread on this site, which has several people from that channel regularly using it.

Greeting's mortal's

@Toshiro Itsuma

Welcome to RPGuild (even if you've been here over a week). All the best.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

@Shadow007

No problem at all -- I understand.

On another note, I've responded again. I'm thinking that we could do your next reply as a collab to make the conversation between these two flow better, but only if he actually decides to take her up on the offer instead of leave. That's entirely up to you, but contact me over Skype or something if you'd like to go with that idea. Otherwise we'll just keep the back and forth going normally.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

NPCs

British Themed Café | April 14, 2012 (08:49 AM)

_{♫ 10.000 Bullets (Tsukiyo ni Saraba) OST - Joni Scott Club}

`Yay!` Paula cheered internally as she had successfully gotten the boy to speak to her, and she payed attention to the response.

As the boy spoke initially, Paula tilted her head slightly in order to try and figure him out a bit. From what she could tell, he was more familiar with French then he was with English - given how he had chosen to respond to her French greeting instead of the English one - yet some of what he was saying had suggested that he understood at least part of the conversation between her and the café owner just now, which had been in English. Well, either that or he had more or less just guessed she was a regular due to how familiar she was acting with the owner and the fact that he had seemingly known what she wanted before she told him. Regardless, he was right about that, but before Paula could respond the boy seemed to nervously apologize for - at least in Paula's mind - absolutely no good reason at all.

`I hope I'm not making him uncomfortable...` she thought to herself, not understanding why he thought it was 'brash' to ask her such a simple question as whether or not she was a regular of the café. It was not like he had asked for her measurements or something like that -- she had gotten that sort of comment before.

Once the boy had introduced himself as Itzal and explained that he was a tourist, he said one of the strangest things Paula had ever heard. It was not the fact that he was on a trip here, nor that had pulled out an envelope to show that he was invited by someone. Even the fact that her 'employer' was apparently the person who invited him to Paris was not entirely unbelievable, even if it was a bit too coincidental -- you might even had called it destiny. What was really strange to her was that he had referred to her 'employer' as 'The Devil'. Admittedly, Paula had no idea how much English this boy could understand, but it must have been enough to get at least a vague idea of what she had been saying to the café owner if he knew this much, but was he talking about the café owner or about Monsieur Bonaparte?

Paula thought a little about the back and forth she had previously with the café owner.

Assuming that he had understood their entire conversation, there was no way he was referring to the café owner because their discussion had made it clear that she used to work here, and had now been employed elsewhere. If he was referring to Monsieur Bonaparte - which made more sense, because Boss hardly had any reason to send out invitations to foreigners to the best of Paula's knowledge - then it still did not make sense for him to connect her employer with her previous statement about it not being nice to call her 'The Devil'. This led her to believe that he understood part of their discussion, but not all of it. Though, in all fairness, there were so many urban legends about Monsieur Bonaparte at this point that it really would not be all that surprising if someone had actually been spreading word about him being 'The Devil', so perhaps Itzal was taking those folktales too seriously?

Since she was busy thinking about everything for a moment, Paula had not really noticed that Itzal was staring at her. Either way, despite being a bit confused Paula maintained the same friendly expression on her face throughout the entirety of his talking to her, and did not even seem bothered by the fact that he had not really given her a chance to reply to anything he said. In all honesty, she sort of just seemed to enjoy the company, and had a very welcoming and approachable presence. Part of her wanted to make a joke by turning around and asking 'Boss' if he was 'The Devil', mostly because the two of them were always teasing each other, but she figured it might make things more confusing for Itzal and she avoided it for that reason -- the boy was getting really embarrassed and she could easily tell.

"It's okay." she replied, smiling in a way that sort of said 'don't worry about it' in an attempt to ease Itzal's tension, "How about we take a seat and talk about the problem?" she offered, having already missed the chance to talk to two other new people like this and not wanting to blow a third chance.

By this point, the café owner was working on Paula's 'builder's tea', as well as the pancakes that she usually liked to have with it. A smile was crossing his face as he watched Paula seemingly working to make a new friend, sort of like an uncle would look if he was witnessing his niece get excited about that sort of situation. The next thing that Paula said was actually something which he had predicted in advance the moment she started to talk to the boy -- he could see where this was going from a mile away.

"Are you hungry?" Paula asked, pretty much only a moment after offering to sit down and talk with Itzal, "It's my treat." she said, smiling.

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@NekoMizu

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Lol.

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