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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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*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
I'm ready to rush right through the shopping so we can start an adventure. I want to meet a goblin warchief! Then he can give us quests that pay better than whatever miser is hiring night guards.
Alisea stepped forward. "I would like to sell some equipment," Alisea stated. She pulled the longsword from her inventory--a wry thought crossing her mind that she couldn't give the thing away. "How much will you offer for this?"
"Hmm... Good condition, looks like it ain't even been used! I'll give ya 158 Renn for her."
"And for this?" Alisea pressed, handing him the accompanying buckler.
"99 Renn. Strange to see ya sellin' gear, though; most adventurers are only buyin'."
"That must be good for you, then," Alisea answered with a smile. "I'll sell them both and purchase that rapier, please."
The smith rang up her purchase and Alisea thanked him graciously. Then she herded her companions back out and along the path to their next stop. As she did, Alisea again sent a trade offer to Reylan. "If you won't accept it as a gift, accept it as a loan," the magess insisted. She turned to face him and smiled--gently, brightly, but somehow that smile held a small, menacing chill. "You aren't allowed to die. Understood?"
- Would you like a more consistent speed with the RP? Faster or this is fine?
I could survive faster. I can survive slower, too. As for what I like...probably just regularity? The speed we have been going (excepting that odd gap) is good.
- Is "1 post per 3-days" too small of a window to make posts?
For me? No.
- What's the biggest issue for you (personally) that makes you go past the 3-day post timing?
That would probably be, "Waiting on somebody else."
- How can I (HueMan) help to fix that issue?
Huh. Good question. I do poke people if it looks like they forgot; you could probably do that. I like being poked. Being forgetful would be the second biggest reason I miss posting on time.
- Do you have any suggestions or comments regarding the rp so far? Anything goes.
Bestiary. Do you have one? Can we help make one? Sure, there will be a lot of stereotypical mobs early on; but just imagine what kind of crazy combat could emerge later when the mobs become bizarre--or better yet, armed!
And finally, @Tybalt Capulet, Aster wasn't buying anything at the smith's, was she?
It was a terrible mix of emotions Hiroko was faced with. Part was shock, part was joy, several parts were awe, and a very controversial part was anticipation. All of these swam together as she felt herself standing on a solid floor once again.
Hiroko was breathing hard. Her knees were unsteady. Her pulse was racing. The girl leaned gently into the wall and closed her eyes, giving her body time to calm itself and let what she could guess was adrenaline drain away. She was hoping to calm her mind, too, but after-images of spouting flames and pseudo-flying knights danced unendingly across her mental stage. The only word she could find to describe it all, looping around and around again, was 'fantastic.' It was all so very, incredibly, beautifully fantastic!
The sound of the door rattling open snapped Hiroko back to the present. Her eyes came open and her head came up, but she was too late to see a face; she only saw the back of the retreating figure--a figure definitely of an adult, but not one of the staff. She felt a pull to chase after him (quite literally, her finger that bore her ring was rising, straining to pursue the opponent, then dropping impatiently with a light tap-tap-tap); however, Hiroko had grown used to the irksome ring's urges and readily ignored its whining. She had a promise to keep to a... well, not a friend, but an ally.
The class rep turned through the doorway to see how Kyogi was doing. He appeared entirely unfazed, undamaged, unperturbed, un-everything. If Hiroko hadn't just witnessed him being spiritually slashed with a medieval war axe, she never would have believed it. (And the small voice at the back of her head commented on exactly how absurd that statement was.) "You did well," Hiroko congratulated, well aware of how much of an understatement that was.
"Do you know why he came after you?" she followed up quickly. She had a dozen questions she wanted to ask, but she was forced to contain herself to the most important one; Nishikii-sensei was waiting for her. He, too, was inordinately interested in these rings, but the email he sent made Hiroko believe he had found something important. That he had sent any email at all, actually, set off alarms in Hiroko's thinking; asking her to skip a class for it was nearly frightening.
While trying to not make it look like anything of the kind, Anni was carefully shifting her way toward the captive. A small shift in her feet as she turned toward the various events; an inconspicuous slide to the side giving Tabitha more than enough space to pass; a small twirl to look at the path behind them and forward again that moved her another foot closer. In all her efforts to make sure it didn't look like she was going to the madman, it certainly couldn't be missed that she was slowly but steadily approaching him.
The small girl couldn't help but ask herself, 'Why?' That person was terrifying! He had already uttered the most horrifying oaths Anni had ever heard. He had attacked Michael back at C-route. It was Anni's simple opinion that he was behaving more ferociously than a three-day-starved lioness guarding two cubs. His actions were so much more akin to an animal backed into the smallest of corners than they were to a thinking, reasoning man given more freedom than any normal human could ever experience.
Anni paused in her beeline. She had been thinking they were all under stress, but humans were capable of rising above that. But suddenly the idea of freedom through the power of the mask she held was riveted in the forefront of her mind. What did that mean, 'freedom?' How would having those strange powers (and going through that... process to gain them) make her any more free?
The truth will set you free.
It was a verse she was familiar with, and she could hear it now in her mother's voice. Freedom comes from truth. The mask in her skirts... was it truth? It seemed an awfully silly question to ask herself in her head; Anni's hand reached down and felt it through the cloth, the very real and physical form. Irriss was the truth. That masks gave power was the truth. Even the call to gather at C-route last night (was it truly so soon ago?) had been true. Then if the mask could give her more freedom, that must mean it held more truth.
As interesting as the philosophy of it all was, when Anni's ears caught a faint murmuring from the bound man behind her every thought was redirected to trying to understand it. At first it was too faint; Anni took a step backward and sat down on the ground, putting herself as close as she could in that instant without outright dashing toward him.
“...of many others. Maybe that day will be the day that I seek and love.”
Anni sat in stunned silence for a moment. That was a dramatic change from what he had been saying in the hours previous. She was about to turn around and ask him about it directly, but a different voice--a new voice--gave her a tremendous scare.
“Are you looking for the Magican too?”
Anni jumped half a foot in the air, squealed in heart-stopping surprise, spun around to face this new person, and tumbled backward all in the same motion. She crashed to the dirt, bounced once, and slid just far enough to bump into Ascot's legs. When her fall finally came to a stop, Anni managed to focus on the new face. It wasn't a villager, not with those clothes. He was an adult wearing what could only have come from the twenty-first century. It came as such a shock that Anni's first words were not an answer to his question, but instead, "You're real?"
Immediately a slight blush tinted her cheeks; that was not the first thing to say to a person. Anni jumped up quickly, grabbing her skirt to offer a polite curtsy. "I mean, yes! We are! I'm Anni, Anni Parkinson, this is Ascot, and- and- And the only thing that stopped Anni's flustered introductions was the fact that in her panic she couldn't remember any of the other names.
*sigh* Yeah... And if this weren't saddening enough, I woke up to find the Blue Screen of Death haunting my laptop. It won't start. All I can really say is:
No, probably not. But it's only a reverse-harem if they're actually competing for her affection, and I can count one, two... probably three that wouldn't bother trying.
But that's okay. She'll make them suffer for not doting on her. She's only here to take all the weapon cards, anyway.
I think it shouldn't be turn-based right now. I feel like the ball is dropped when someone is waiting for another person to take "his turn." It happened with Airalin, crash and I. I like the rule of, "Try for daily, but you have to post within three days." It works so long as we keep communicating.
*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
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">*Picks up the profile*<br>*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*<br>*Blows off a mountain of dust*<br><br>Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!<br><br>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.<br><br>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:<br>I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.<br>My favorite settings would be:<br>High Fantasy<br>Modern Fantasy<br>Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)<br>I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.<br>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!)<br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!<br>-Taro</div>
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