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7 yrs ago
Current Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih
7 yrs ago
Fab, when it comes to portraying a character believably, you might be the best this site has.
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7 yrs ago
There's no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.
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Well, this was my account. Had my fair share of memories of the guild, both good and bad. I hope you all have a great time here and keep getting better at RPing and writing. Myself, I've fallen out of love with roleplaying in general, and this site in particular. There's still good people here, but I've learned enough and seen enough that I'm not confident this site is going good places. Tanderbolt's moving on. Where am I going after this? I don't know, but to quote Raymond Carver, "I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.". Good night, ladies, good night

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In ### 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hm...
@tanderbolt, you been busy?


Yeah, I was busy. I can get something up today.
In ### 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Here's my character, she's a writer. Ideally she'd be paired with one or more experienced screenwriters.

Shoulda done this before. @Undine
In ### 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Here's my character, she's a writer. Ideally she'd be paired with one or more experienced screenwriters.
Tommy made a lot of noise as he traveled through the forest without any direction in mind. He thought to himself If I’m looking for something it shouldn’t matter if I’m quiet. I’m not here to do a pretty job, I’m here to get the job done. While walked he kept staring at the greenery, seeing it even cheered him up a little bit. There had to be some reason they hadn’t cleared the land for logging and development. As he thought of this, he heard the roar of a Beowolf, just before it blindsided him with a powerful running pounce.

He had time to get one shot from his gun off while it was in the air. The blast from the shotgun shell was enough to dampen a bit of the beast’s momentum, it landed short of tackling with its full body. The claw still scratched his torso, but Tommy would always prefer a standing fight to being on his back. The Beowolf followed it up with more looping slashes, and Tommy answered with strikes from the bayonet of his gun. This was his first time fighting a Grimm, it was fierce but stupid, less interesting than fighting an actual person.

The traded blows back and forth, raising a lot of noise from their brawl. They landed roughly equally, but Tommy got his legs in position to trip it, and sent it tumbling after a powerful blow. It rolled to its side and got back to its feet, but Tommy grabbed hold of its back during the scramble. He took hold of his gun with both hands and pulled it up against the throat of the Beowolf. The creature bucked wildly, trying to throw him off the back. While Tommy held on to his attempt to choke the beast and did his best to fight off nausea, he saw that there was someone standing in the distance.

He couldn’t make out any details, but he still called out. “Lovely way to start the day, ain’t it?” Before he could finish the thought, the wolf threw him off. He dropped his gun during the fall but managed to land on his feet and kept hold of the bayonet portion. The beast lunged out to bite him, and Tommy threw out an elbow to meet it. It bit down hard on his elbow, but he still had other hand free and holding his knife. They were close now, perfect for landing punches. Tommy grit his teeth, ignored the pain of the bite, and unloaded with full force blows from the knuckles of his now detached bayonet. He punctuated each blow with an insult. “Fuck You!” “Piece of shit!” “Wolf thing!” “Shitwolf!” “Fuck you!” Even he knew it didn’t understand him, but it sure made him feel better to get it out.

The Beowolf withered as each blow landed, finally crumpling into an unconscious heap. He looked at the wound on his elbow and decided it wasn’t worth worrying about right this moment. For now he’d like to meet whoever else was in the area. He shouted out “Hey, do you know we’re supposed to do? We find something? Fight something? Am I supposed to fight you? That guy talked for too long.”

@Lord Santa
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My one concern is that both of your characters are really short. But other than that, sounds funny. It'd be funnier since they're both so short as well. So yeah, just go for it.


So that mean's Tommy and Thaddeus are meeting up first? I got a post ready.
I'll get a post up later as well! Who am I meeting with? Thaddeus or Cyra or Tommy (Tommy? I think?)?


I'm fine with Tommy meeting whomever.
Tommy Brown was not in a good mood that morning. Because it was his first day, he decided to arrive on time, he’d heard that things like that were important here. In his hometown, teachers usually were satisfied when people his age showed up at all. He didn’t listen to much of what Ozpin said, all he got out of it was that he was supposed to meet people and find a piece of something. The wait was long and dull, but he did like how they were taking the phrase cannon fodder literally by firing the recruits onto the battlefield.

He was one of the first launched, and it came to him more as a relief than a surprise. He flew through the air and thought for a moment about how long it’d been since he’d visited a forest this large and verdant. That thought left him when he realized that the assholes in charge expected him to find his own way of landing safely. Tommy didn’t know much about fancy aerial maneuvers or anything of the sort, so he just tried hitting the limbs of trees with his body. That slowed him down, but he still needed something to actually stop him before he hit the ground.

Tommy grabbed his knife and planted it in the trunk of a tree as he passed by, holding onto the handle tight. The jolt was substantial but it did the trick in slowing him down. He still lost his grip and took a tumble into the dirt, but it was nothing he couldn’t endure. Tommy got up with bothering to clear off the stains, the color matched his clothes. He retrieved his knife and reattached it before exploring the rest of the forest, not caring about where he was going. Whatever he had to do, he knew it involved fighting something, and he was always ready for that.
So we're good to start posting in the IC?
I can't decide whether I want to make the meddling, risk-hating producer I made last time, or an out-there auteur writer with a literary career but no Hollywood experience. Maybe both if multiple characters are allowed.
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