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Summoning Shenanigans
STATUS: I hope you enjoyed another rotation around the sun, Wheels! and may your next one be even better. 23 days ago
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I hope you enjoyed another rotation around the sun, Wheels! and may your next one be even better.
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To the most esteemed ser Pooheadington, we of the forum, love you in return, and wish you a good filling of Turkey today.
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I am Pro-Choice. Sometimes our RP ideas are terrible in hindsight and you should be able to abort them. No there is reason to continue its stale existence. Afterall, No RP is better than bad RP.
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Welcome to the Wondrous World of Me!
Did you hear the whispers? Catch the rumour in the wind? See the meme in the group chat? It's true. I’m a walking, talking, chaos-fuelled delight with the comedic timing of a falling anvil and the elegance of a cat that just missed the jump. Yes, it's me—the Silliest Sausage™ in the proverbial packet.
Terribly Fun Facts:
I once confidently called my teacher "Mum" and made it worse by trying to explain why. My Father wasn't impressed.
I possess the superhuman ability to trip on flat surfaces. Watch me defy physics! I hope you don't mind smashed dinnerware.
I find myself whipping up puns so bad they qualify as psychological warfare. You will need to drown them out with Vogon poetry.
My kitchen adventures are less “Master Chef” and more “How Does Water Catch Fire?”
Life with me is like riding a glittery rollercoaster designed by a catnip-fuelled herd of cats. Expect tangents, terrible jokes, and an enthusiasm level usually reserved for people on game shows. But here’s the deal: I’m here for the fun and the feels. I’m all about creating something joyful, a little bit magical, and just chaotic enough to keep it interesting. Come play, laugh, and join me in this carnival of silliness.
Disclaimer: Side effects may include facepalming, eye-rolling, and occasionally questioning your life choices.
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3 mos ago
Forum: Introduce Yourself
I find that AI can be good for proofreading and grammar. It can be a good crutch when you are not feeling confident about your own ability. However, if you rely on it too much, it can feel invalidating toward our own abilities, and that can result in us feeling like we must use it all the time.
I hope this site provides a good opportunity to provide fun interactions.
Good luck!
I hope this site provides a good opportunity to provide fun interactions.
Good luck!
Sounds like a dreadful experience to set something up and for it to go poof overnight. I heard of others discuss "Guildfall" with similar sentiment.
Good luck!
Good luck!
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well HELLO there! Experienced RPer looking for new groups to write with here!
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3 mos ago
Forum: Introduce Yourself
Good luck!
“When all is lost, when there is nothing, remember, there is always hope.” The words echoed in her mind as she held a bemused smile, her eyes fixed on the Hopekeeper. There was much she could do with that phrase, but such discussions could wait for another time. For now, her focus was on the present and on the person beneath all those titles. The same lost little boy, perhaps? She listened to his formal speech, a half-smile tugging at her lips as she observed his nervous energy—the anxious tone of his voice and the apologies that spilled from his lips. Her eyebrow arched when he compared her appearance to that of their grandfather.
Nia extended her arms, her hands open and welcoming. “Are you too old now to run into my arms?” she asked softly as she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. She sensed that this was likely the closest physical contact he had experienced in some time, given his position. But no one can endure life without a warm touch now and then.
After the embrace, she looked into his eyes, her expression turning stern. “Now, let’s address how you just said I look like an old man...” she began, but the expression wavered, the corners of her mouth twitching as she struggled to hold the mock frown for long.
Her face brightened as she gave him a once-over. “Since you’re a Regalia now, I would’ve expected you to be a little taller.” She raised her hand above his head to compare their heights, her heels giving her an advantage as she pinched her fingers close together to emphasize the difference, adding a wink and a playful tsk. “That means I still get to give the orders.” She snapped her fingers, summoning the staff. “Find us a cosy corner; we can’t have our guest of honour kept standing.”
She couldn’t resist a little show, and perhaps she had overstepped—but that was the privilege of a familial relationship. She hoped that by doing so, Cécile might begin to relax and feel at ease, perhaps even a little less alone in the crowded skyship.
Nia remained standing before the shrine as she was approached, listening intently to the words. It surprised her to see another Regalia visiting so soon, especially when she had her own devotees to attend to. She partially lowered her hood, letting it fall behind her head. “Urgent? No, that’s not quite right,” she responded, shaking her head before turning to face Aethalos with a bemused smile. She spoke in a conspiratorial, almost playful tone, “I wanted to pay my respects before the crowd arrived.”
She was about to elaborate further when the quiet was interrupted by the sound of many footsteps—Cassiel and his security detail approached. Nia clasped her hands together, bowing her head respectfully as the blonde Regalia addressed the other, finding herself in the midst of a personal conversation between them.
When their attention shifted toward her, she was met with the same question again about the dark amethyst. Perhaps her offering was more controversial than she had anticipated, but that was precisely her intention; it was meant to provoke thought and spark conversation, to make people reflect and feel, separating themselves from nothingness. She smiled at Cassiel’s words and nodded in agreement. “It absorbs the light as it tries to grasp hold of it. Yet, no matter how hard it tries, the will of Uilethoir still shines through.” She kneeled down, placing a finger on the gem, revealing the dim purple glow underneath.
“But that’s not why it’s here. In Nibelheim, our worship is different. The shrine is dark, save for a single, solitary candle.” She held up a finger, signifying the candle. “You see, it only takes one tiny flame to illuminate an entire room—something seemingly insignificant, yet demonstrating immense power. Perhaps a simple way to demonstrate Uilethoir’s light.” She gestured to the shrine before her. “But this shrine is bright, but as the sun rises, so too will the world around it.” She cast her gaze toward the rest of the festival. “That is why I offer this gem to her shrine—a void that her light will fill. When one approaches, they can witness the divinity at work.”
She invited both Cassiel and Aethalos to step back, allowing them to observe how the light filled the space around the gem, compensating for the absence.
“Does this offering meet Her Radiance’s approval?” she asked with a disarming smile, perhaps a subtle theological challenge.
Nia extended her arms, her hands open and welcoming. “Are you too old now to run into my arms?” she asked softly as she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. She sensed that this was likely the closest physical contact he had experienced in some time, given his position. But no one can endure life without a warm touch now and then.
After the embrace, she looked into his eyes, her expression turning stern. “Now, let’s address how you just said I look like an old man...” she began, but the expression wavered, the corners of her mouth twitching as she struggled to hold the mock frown for long.
Her face brightened as she gave him a once-over. “Since you’re a Regalia now, I would’ve expected you to be a little taller.” She raised her hand above his head to compare their heights, her heels giving her an advantage as she pinched her fingers close together to emphasize the difference, adding a wink and a playful tsk. “That means I still get to give the orders.” She snapped her fingers, summoning the staff. “Find us a cosy corner; we can’t have our guest of honour kept standing.”
She couldn’t resist a little show, and perhaps she had overstepped—but that was the privilege of a familial relationship. She hoped that by doing so, Cécile might begin to relax and feel at ease, perhaps even a little less alone in the crowded skyship.
Nia remained standing before the shrine as she was approached, listening intently to the words. It surprised her to see another Regalia visiting so soon, especially when she had her own devotees to attend to. She partially lowered her hood, letting it fall behind her head. “Urgent? No, that’s not quite right,” she responded, shaking her head before turning to face Aethalos with a bemused smile. She spoke in a conspiratorial, almost playful tone, “I wanted to pay my respects before the crowd arrived.”
She was about to elaborate further when the quiet was interrupted by the sound of many footsteps—Cassiel and his security detail approached. Nia clasped her hands together, bowing her head respectfully as the blonde Regalia addressed the other, finding herself in the midst of a personal conversation between them.
When their attention shifted toward her, she was met with the same question again about the dark amethyst. Perhaps her offering was more controversial than she had anticipated, but that was precisely her intention; it was meant to provoke thought and spark conversation, to make people reflect and feel, separating themselves from nothingness. She smiled at Cassiel’s words and nodded in agreement. “It absorbs the light as it tries to grasp hold of it. Yet, no matter how hard it tries, the will of Uilethoir still shines through.” She kneeled down, placing a finger on the gem, revealing the dim purple glow underneath.
“But that’s not why it’s here. In Nibelheim, our worship is different. The shrine is dark, save for a single, solitary candle.” She held up a finger, signifying the candle. “You see, it only takes one tiny flame to illuminate an entire room—something seemingly insignificant, yet demonstrating immense power. Perhaps a simple way to demonstrate Uilethoir’s light.” She gestured to the shrine before her. “But this shrine is bright, but as the sun rises, so too will the world around it.” She cast her gaze toward the rest of the festival. “That is why I offer this gem to her shrine—a void that her light will fill. When one approaches, they can witness the divinity at work.”
She invited both Cassiel and Aethalos to step back, allowing them to observe how the light filled the space around the gem, compensating for the absence.
“Does this offering meet Her Radiance’s approval?” she asked with a disarming smile, perhaps a subtle theological challenge.
I am not a big Discord user, but I will check in on it, though through site might be faster at times for me. Depends on what makes it easier for people.
Private threads could help in terms of collab writing or so.
Private threads could help in terms of collab writing or so.
I'm hankering for some interactions to get a better feel for Aethalos' headspace, anyone interested?
I should have mentioned being open to this! Oops.
Maybe the whole stand and avatar is more a mental concept rather than a reality. So Beth sees it as Odin being there when using the powers (but he isnt there). Kind of how Naruto/Ichogo(Bleach) ask for strength through the mental landscape.
Maybe Beth when using it in the dominant form, mentally sees it as Odin taking over.
Just spit balling ideas on how to make it work!
Maybe Beth when using it in the dominant form, mentally sees it as Odin taking over.
Just spit balling ideas on how to make it work!
@TokyoPewPew
Such a lovely post, such orchestral language! Mind giving us a dummy-summary for dummies such as myself? :P Does she change form there at the end or was it some kind of vision, or what happens?
I read it as she slowed down time to circumvent the guards and the crowds, slipping past them.
The sword she carries is Odin's, who appeared take ahold of it, presuming when summoned, he uses it against her enemies when using that ability. She denied him the sword and she paid respects to him and he faced away as she returned to real time as it were.
Also. with what is written in a couple of posts, it seems we need some so called Bahamut terrorists at some point.
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