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TaroAndSelia
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Returned from a Distant Land
STATUS: As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create. 7 yrs ago
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As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create.
7 yrs ago
It's Christmas time! Put up the lights, and hold up your light! #LightTheWorld
7 yrs ago
And it's impossible to edit a status. Wonderful. I meant to say my hard drive is down; I'm working out of a flash drive now.
7 yrs ago
Whoops. That's one flash drive destroyed. Kids, take good care of your toys! For those concerned, thank you! I don't have any storage, but I do have access to a browser; roleplaying continues!
7 yrs ago
Driving on my lunch break when a random kid on the sidewalk yells, "It's the internet man! Hi internet man!" Spend the rest of Monday feeling like a champ.
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Bio
*Picks up the profile*
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
Most Recent Posts
Let me see if I have this right... A bunch of kids are stuck at survival training (Camp, as parents call it, just as they refer to the day-watch service that keeps kids locked up for the majority of their time "High School"), complaining about how at home they could just order a perfect-health burrito that would be beamed into their hands instead of having to exercise their magic to accelerate the growth of an apple on a real tree.
Does that sound reasonably close? Because it sounds both hilarious and highly dangerous.
Does that sound reasonably close? Because it sounds both hilarious and highly dangerous.
Ruri bobbed her head up and down, the red twin-tails shaking with it. "Okay. Yuto found a small cove down the river that should fit all of us. We would have moved there already, but you were sleeping. Do you think you can walk about two hundred steps? Well, maybe only two thirds of that since you can take bigger steps than Yuto. But you also have to take twice as many, so maybe it's really four thirds that?" Ruri cocked her head to one side, seeming to give the question some serious pondering.
Yuto tugging on the back of her dress pulled her out of it. "A! Right, right. Yuto will lead the way. Just take it easy, okay Ashwing? The bleeding stopped, so don't strain the scabs and make it start again." The procession made its way along the riverbank. Having Yuto lead was a somewhat silly gesture--it was impossible not to see the shelter as long as one stayed on the riverbank--but Ruri noticed the boy walking a little taller nonetheless. After spending a day with Ashwing asleep, he'd grown more comfortable with her presence. He still wouldn't touch her, but he was okay with having her nearby. The screams had almost ruined that, which is why Ruri gave him an important task.
Not far down the shoreline, just as Ruri had said, was a riverbank with an overhanging ledge. At one point the river had dug into the embankment, creating a cave there, but had since changed its course. This left the trio a dry space to lay in the soft sand, protected from the elements and out of sight from most of the forest. All three settled into the place there, getting as comfortable as the low ceiling allowed--Ashwing at one side, Ruri laying right beside her, and Yuto keeping himself on the other side of Ruri.
The sun finished its descent, vanishing and taking its warming rays with it. The moon stood high overhead, keeping its watch over the darkness. Ruri woke when she heard a soft sobbing beside her. She turned to see Yuto crying in his sleep. The tears dripped slowly into the sand as he called for his mother. Ruri's face twisted into a sad smile, her heart crying right along with the boy. Reaching out, the small girl set her hand on the boy's head and rubbed gently. Slowly the tears stopped, Yuto's breathing became easier, and his muttering ended.
Ruri squirmed out of the shelter to look up at the moon standing sentry overhead. A thought struck her, a story her mother had told her some time ago. Climbing to her feet, Ruri walked to the river's edge. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clearing her mind in preparation.
~~~~~
Haemon's companions, elves all, mourned his death. Though he was human, he had been a rider and a friend. Humans' lives were short, but to see one they loved have his own so tragically cut was a cause of great sorrow to them all. The one who took it hardest was Syla. The man had been her friend, her comrade, her love. She had not rested until she found his body.
When she finally did--the corpse barely recognizable after the dark magic that it had suffered--Syla finally had to accept that Haemon was gone. The body was given a proper funeral, attended by all those who had stood beside him in battle. With that, Haemon's soul could rest.
That night, Syla slipped to the grave. With the moon as her witness, the elf began to dance. Her pale arms flew out wide, her feet stepped through the soft grass, and her flowing, green hair billowed behind her. She spun, she leaped, she twirled and bowed--she showed Haemon the most beautiful dance ever seen in the world.
At last it ended. Syla thanked Haemon kindly and returned to her home. With this, Syla knew, Haemon could move on filled with joy.
~~~~~
Ruri's movements were a little clumsy. The spinning made her a little dizzy, and her hair whipped her face. She stumbled on the uneven sand more than once, and even fell flat on her face once. Nevertheless, the small girl with bright, red hair and a brighter, pink dress put on the best show she could. Finally she collapsed in exhaustion, laying back in the sand and gasping for breath. Hopefully that nice woman at the diner and Yuto's mother had enjoyed her dance, and everyone else who had been there. She would like to think they could pass on happy now.
After her heart stopped pounding, Ruri climbed back into the shelter and collapsed against Ashwing's side. She fell asleep immediately, not noticing the open eyes that had witnessed her performance.
Yuto tugging on the back of her dress pulled her out of it. "A! Right, right. Yuto will lead the way. Just take it easy, okay Ashwing? The bleeding stopped, so don't strain the scabs and make it start again." The procession made its way along the riverbank. Having Yuto lead was a somewhat silly gesture--it was impossible not to see the shelter as long as one stayed on the riverbank--but Ruri noticed the boy walking a little taller nonetheless. After spending a day with Ashwing asleep, he'd grown more comfortable with her presence. He still wouldn't touch her, but he was okay with having her nearby. The screams had almost ruined that, which is why Ruri gave him an important task.
Not far down the shoreline, just as Ruri had said, was a riverbank with an overhanging ledge. At one point the river had dug into the embankment, creating a cave there, but had since changed its course. This left the trio a dry space to lay in the soft sand, protected from the elements and out of sight from most of the forest. All three settled into the place there, getting as comfortable as the low ceiling allowed--Ashwing at one side, Ruri laying right beside her, and Yuto keeping himself on the other side of Ruri.
The sun finished its descent, vanishing and taking its warming rays with it. The moon stood high overhead, keeping its watch over the darkness. Ruri woke when she heard a soft sobbing beside her. She turned to see Yuto crying in his sleep. The tears dripped slowly into the sand as he called for his mother. Ruri's face twisted into a sad smile, her heart crying right along with the boy. Reaching out, the small girl set her hand on the boy's head and rubbed gently. Slowly the tears stopped, Yuto's breathing became easier, and his muttering ended.
Ruri squirmed out of the shelter to look up at the moon standing sentry overhead. A thought struck her, a story her mother had told her some time ago. Climbing to her feet, Ruri walked to the river's edge. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clearing her mind in preparation.
~~~~~
Haemon's companions, elves all, mourned his death. Though he was human, he had been a rider and a friend. Humans' lives were short, but to see one they loved have his own so tragically cut was a cause of great sorrow to them all. The one who took it hardest was Syla. The man had been her friend, her comrade, her love. She had not rested until she found his body.
When she finally did--the corpse barely recognizable after the dark magic that it had suffered--Syla finally had to accept that Haemon was gone. The body was given a proper funeral, attended by all those who had stood beside him in battle. With that, Haemon's soul could rest.
That night, Syla slipped to the grave. With the moon as her witness, the elf began to dance. Her pale arms flew out wide, her feet stepped through the soft grass, and her flowing, green hair billowed behind her. She spun, she leaped, she twirled and bowed--she showed Haemon the most beautiful dance ever seen in the world.
At last it ended. Syla thanked Haemon kindly and returned to her home. With this, Syla knew, Haemon could move on filled with joy.
~~~~~
Ruri's movements were a little clumsy. The spinning made her a little dizzy, and her hair whipped her face. She stumbled on the uneven sand more than once, and even fell flat on her face once. Nevertheless, the small girl with bright, red hair and a brighter, pink dress put on the best show she could. Finally she collapsed in exhaustion, laying back in the sand and gasping for breath. Hopefully that nice woman at the diner and Yuto's mother had enjoyed her dance, and everyone else who had been there. She would like to think they could pass on happy now.
After her heart stopped pounding, Ruri climbed back into the shelter and collapsed against Ashwing's side. She fell asleep immediately, not noticing the open eyes that had witnessed her performance.
MULTI, there isn't yet a report button for me to use; nevertheless, I do not want to see another post like that. Am I understood?
Or we could create a decent-sized cataclysm that gets him thrown out with us. Just as a thought.
Ruri jumped when the dragon finally moved again. She stood up from the grass and skipped over to the majestic creature. "And you shouldn't be moving too much. You're very welcome, but we should be thanking you. I almost burned that house down around us," Ruri admitted with a sheepish smile, "but you saved us. And you even got us away from those ghouls! Really, thank you!" Ruri's face lit up with a bright smile, her cheeks a light pink and her teeth a shining white. She'd just had a dragon thank her with a bow; Ruri's life felt complete.
Yuto wasn't so keen on approaching the carnivorous beast with a jaw powerful enough to snap him in half. He stayed sitting on the grass several meters away; nevertheless, he was absorbed in watching the exchange with wide-eyed wonder.
"A! I'm Ruri, and this is Yuto! We've been waiting for you to wake up. When you passed out from the injuries this morning, I almost died of worry! I think the Tankaer has helped your body stop the bleeding, at least, but you do still need to take it easy for a day or two, okay? Oh, yeah, what's your name? Is it alright if I ask? Most dragons don't share their name, but the elves give each dragon another name as well for their histories. And the humans, too; dragons have so many names!" Ruri's thoughts leaped from one to the next so fast that she didn't leave space for the dragon to slide a word in. Finally realizing it, the small girl forced herself to hold her tongue, an embarrassed blush tinting her cheeks as she shyly fidgeted in place.
Yuto wasn't so keen on approaching the carnivorous beast with a jaw powerful enough to snap him in half. He stayed sitting on the grass several meters away; nevertheless, he was absorbed in watching the exchange with wide-eyed wonder.
"A! I'm Ruri, and this is Yuto! We've been waiting for you to wake up. When you passed out from the injuries this morning, I almost died of worry! I think the Tankaer has helped your body stop the bleeding, at least, but you do still need to take it easy for a day or two, okay? Oh, yeah, what's your name? Is it alright if I ask? Most dragons don't share their name, but the elves give each dragon another name as well for their histories. And the humans, too; dragons have so many names!" Ruri's thoughts leaped from one to the next so fast that she didn't leave space for the dragon to slide a word in. Finally realizing it, the small girl forced herself to hold her tongue, an embarrassed blush tinting her cheeks as she shyly fidgeted in place.
Actually, I could agree with that. Forsythe's post can account for a large portion of time, and I can work off of that easily enough. Ruri and Taraah will be late in reaching the city, but as long as that's okay with you then I like the idea. Just specify how long the travel was.
Can do.
Read Mizuho's first post IC. That's the defining event so far. Just take the time over the next two days to catch up on the rest when you can.
It seems the picture was moved from its previous location. If you can find it again, send Mizuho the link.
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