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7 yrs ago
Current 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

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Alisea
Day 4, 8:06AM - Eden Hall



The scritch-scratch of the quill across paper ceased. Alisea set the instrument down gently and turned to face her friend."I slept wonderfully, thank you." 'You did as well, I presume?' Alisea refrained from saying aloud; she didn't want to embarrass Aster. "Sorry if I woke you; I wanted to write a journal entry before the day began. I finished, so I can go." The magess stood, gathering her items first into her hands and then into her inventory. "That way you can have the room to yourself for a bit," she explained as she hurried to leave. The girl had no ear for objections, and in a matter of seconds she was pulling the door shut behind her with a faint 'click.'

Turning toward the stairs, Alisea was pleasantly surprised to see Reylan in the hall. She called out a cheery, "Good morning!" as she walked toward him. Another small surprise came as the magess caught sight of the man Reylan was speaking with. He was a taller gentleman, with dark hair and a sturdy jawline. 'A tall, dark stranger,' Alisea mused. 'I wonder what fortune teller magicked him into Reylan's life.' She didn't intend to interrupt their conversation, but the magess would have to ask Reylan about it later.

"Oh, good morning. Is Aster awake?" the archer replied, seeming in high spirits.

Alisea might have simply passed that question off as small talk, or even as a good leader looking after his party; but something in the way he asked it made the girl itch. It couldn't be... but was he teasing? Suddenly walking past Reylan was no longer an option. The magess slid up to her captain with a charming smile, drawing his eyes to hers.

"Eager to see her again?" Alisea rejoined, her voice light but unmistakably suggestive.

Reylan blinked at the insinuation Alisea's words carried. "Ah, well, I just wanted to ask her to spar this morning." Despite his best efforts a bit of nervousness slipped into his words.

Alisea held her smile, but left her next comment unsaid--he had company, and embarrassing their leader in front of others wouldn't do. Turning to the tall, dark stranger, Alisea proffered a hand. "My name is Alisea. My role is the combat mage. Would you happen to be a Tinker?"
Every legend contains a kernel of truth. The legend of The Trainer is no different. Though the stories of a man raised by the Dragonite clan and trained by the Legendary Birds are merely fanciful embellishments, there was indeed a man who came to be known as "The Trainer." How he earned that title is--well, it's a rather long story. Sit down here, and hear The Trainer's Tale.

To understand The Trainer's tale, one must first know his history. Do you know the days before the nation had trainers?

Of course! Most people lived in fear of Pokemon. They could only leave their fortified cities in large groups--and even those weren't always safe!

Right. But then came something even worse. Do you remember what that was?

The Dark Trainers. People had learned how to tame Pokemon, but they used their power to become tyrants and villains.

And finally all that ended when one of the Dark Emperor's apprentices betrayed him, taking his Pokemon for himself and sharing the secrets of training with the rebels. That began a glorious day for mankind! Suddenly we were free--from the Dark Trainers, and from the fear of Pokemon!

There were still lots of Pokemon, though.

Oh yes, quite. But now a single person with Pokemon could defend himself in the wild, you see? And those people, the Light Trainers they were called back then, they were heroes. It wasn't easy to become a Trainer, though. Oh no; they weren't going to make the same mistake twice. To make sure nobody would abuse the power of Pokemon, the new Master made a law that anyone who wished to be a Trainer would have to pass his tests. And his successor upheld that law, as did his successor, and on through the decades.

But it's not like that now!

No, child, it isn't. That's because of The Trainer. When he was young, he dreamed of being a Trainer. It didn't matter how hard the tests were, he declared, he would definitely pass. So he studied hard in school, and he learned as much as he could even out of school--he even tried following some of the Trainers to work! Why, when he wasn't much older than you, that boy sneaked into the power plant to watch how the Trainers were caring for the Voltorb. Oh dear, did he ever get in trouble for that one!

Did you know him?

I did, child. I did. I knew him well. I can still remember right after he became a licensed Trainer, when he had only his first Pokemon...




Prologue over (for now)! As the grandparent said, The Trainer changed the world! But he didn't do it by being the strongest, or the best, or... Well, you get the idea. He changed the world by...

Yeah, we don't know yet. That's the thrill of story-telling! What we do know, though, is the Dark Trainers from long ago were really bad--and an attempt to resurrect that evil order would spell catastrophe for the nation. That's where this small group of heroes-to-be will come in. When people using Pokemon for malicious purposes begin to appear, our protagonist will find himself caught in the conspiracy and intrigues.

We also know that only licensed Trainers can own their own Pokemon. Over the years the process of obtaining a license has been improved and streamlined a great deal; now there are special schools for people trying to become Trainers. Students have the opportunity to work closely with Pokemon and experienced Trainers--and those Trainers have the chance to assess any aspiring Trainers. You see, a Trainer has to not only display skill in taming and handling a Pokemon, but must also exemplify a moral life. The teachings are embedded early in the schooling: a Trainer is a model for other citizens to look to; a Trainer's power is for defending the people, not for serving himself; et cetera, et cetera. The goal is to see only noble men and women become Trainers, as per the first Master's wishes. Thus it becomes all the more alarming when dishonorable persons are using Pokemon.

One more important note is that humanity lives in fenced cities for safety. Only Trainers are permitted free travel in the wilds. Most of the people remain in the cities. Many never leave their hometown; others work to save enough money for bus fare to a new city (an expensive ticket, as buses have a host of dangers to face every trip). Only crazy folks would live outside the barrier--crazy folks with a Trainer license, as civilians wouldn't be free to come and go. (Guess where Natalie's house is. ;D) Each city has a Gym, and each gym has a Leader--but there's no contest to go around fighting them. The Gym is the office for the city's Trainers (like a guildhall), and the Gym Leader is the governing authority in a town. (There are town councils, too, and good Gym Leaders have great respect for the men and women in that role. Ultimately, though, the Gym Leader is the head.)

There's the major differences summed up. This world doesn't have ten-year-olds commanding mice capable of electrocuting them... yet. Like the old-timer said, everything will change after The Trainer--one way or another! What the world does have at present is comparable technology. Sophisticated capturing devices (Pokeballs), rapid-healing ointments (Potions), modern architecture and innovative transportation (the national buses, trolleys within cities...oh, and cars are rare but mopeds aren't uncommon)--in short, not so technologically different from the canon world. (Oh, Pokemon Centers are found inside the Gyms. Healing isn't quite free, but they only charge as much as it takes to cover the cost. The new-fangled healing machines that have been developed can heal a Pokemon for ten dollars.)

The story will pick up with The Trainer (our wonderful protagonist, the hero of the tale) arriving in a new city with his Pokemon partner. Etiquette would ask him to report to the Gym first--but it's his life, and something he finds more important might demand his attention first. Questions, comments, more lore--post away!
Alisea

Day 4, 7:52AM - Eden Hall



Daylight flooded through the window and over Alisea's closed eyes. Slowly, gently, its warm glow drew the young woman from unconsciousness, through the realm of dreams, and back to the reality that seemed a dream. Long eyelashes fluttered open to greet the day--it certainly looked to be a beautiful one. As the fog of sleep lifted, her brain began diagnostics to determine what was real and what had been only a dream. The ceiling was not that of a modern bedroom, but rather sported the wooden beams of a medieval fantasy; Talrae had not become only a dream.

Her follow-up observation required more analysis: something heavy and very warm was draped across her torso. That was an abnormality that would bear further inspection. Turning her eyes down, Alisea found the quilts askew and a very unconscious Aster laying sideways beneath them--and over the top of Alisea. Her thoughts jump-started and memories of the night prior raced into the void. Eden Hall, Aster's speech, the plans for a guild, and finally the room they had rented. Again, Alisea looked down at her sleeping partner. How she had made it there--and without waking Alisea, no less--the magess would never know. But she wasn't really heavy, and the added warmth made the covers extra-cozy. 'To rectify, or not to rectify, that is the question,' Alisea thought, smiling at her... friend.

That particular decision would have to be postponed. Her first order of business was to carefully extract herself from the bed without waking the swordswoman. Alisea gave a few experimental fidgets; when Aster didn't react, she tried sliding sideways. Still the woman slept on. Summoning all the care she could manage, Alisea slipped a hand under Aster's head and lifted gingerly, raising her just enough to prevent her chin from catching on Alisea's ribs. As soon as Alisea had squirmed her body past, she lowered Aster's head to the sheets and breathed out a sigh of relief. The magess twisted her body over to where she could swing her legs out of the sheets--and promptly found herself in freefall, realizing a moment too late she had miscalculated how near the edge of the bed was.

*Thud*

Alisea dared to raise her head and peek at her companion, afraid the noise had been too much.

Aster lay still as ever, sleeping soundly on.

For the second time in as many moments, Alisea breathed a sigh of relief. The morning was off to a strange start. Checking the time only reinforced that thought; Alisea had slept until nearly eight in the morning. It was no wonder there was so much light filling the room; the better part of the morning was already gone. There was far too much to do to be sleeping any longer! Second order of business: to write in her journal. She hadn't while camped on the road, and she definitely hadn't last night after the meeting. Party? Debriefing? Meeting would do, she decided, sitting at the wooden desk and drawing book, ink, and quill from her inventory.
Alisea

‘Exhaustion’ could only scratch the surface of the feeling in Alisea’s body. Midnight had come and was quickly going; and after the journey of the past two days, she needed to be in bed three hours ago.

Dubstepp was the first to stand and leave, saying neither ‘yea’ nor ‘nay’ to the proposal to begin a guild. Alisea hadn’t expected his support; he was probably gone for good, off to join a new party with a clean slate instead of dealing with the aftermath in this one. ’A spoiled child clear through, then. One unable to accept responsibility. Although,’ the girl thought with a silent chuckle, ’if I would choose not to go home, am I all that different? I am shirking my responsibilities, as well.’

Alisea glanced around the table once more. The food was gone and the meeting seemed over for the time being. Alisea was certainly done with discussion for the night; she rose to return to her room. As she turned, her eyes slid to Aster. At that moment the woman's image struck the magess profoundly--because of the late hour, or for some other reason, she could not know. Seeing the fair-skinned swordswoman standing there--her quiet, dark-haired friend who had screamed battlecries at wolves and bravely stood at the head of a group to give a speech--seeing that young woman standing here gave Alisea pause. ’Maybe… Maybe I have a responsibility here, as well.’

Or maybe she was making excuses. Turning on her heel, Alisea left that room and climbed the stairs to her own. The lock opened with a firm click, and the door swung open quietly on well-oiled hinges.

And there, at the center of the wall, stood a great and spacious bed. A bed. Singular. One. Alisea stood in the doorway and stared in confusion until Aster came up behind her.

"Um," the magess explained in a word. "I apologize, but I have no energy to try to remedy this. If you raise no objection, neither do I. Not until morning, at the least." The bed was large enough to give each girl a side--not very different from staying in a hotel on a club trip. Above all, Alisea wanted to simply go to bed without any more interruptions. Opening her menu, Alisea unequipped her armor, cloak, and sandals; then she slid into the covers and let sleep take her away.
Alisea


"Past is the past. I walked all of my it off. Though I might still write you guys in my journal and diss yall," he shrugged his shoulders. "I think I might go visit the local pet shop. I need to find another beast to train, but before that, I need like to do a million other things. Trainer probs."

Beneath the table, both of Alisea's fists clenched the cheap fabric of her trousers until her knuckles turned white. Above the table, however, where everyone could see, she gave a warm smile. "Then there is no problem, right Karma?" Alisea stated. Not giving him time to actually answer that--she didn't trust whatever he might say next--the magess turned back to Aster. She would not let her friend's shining moment end on such a sour note.

Dirk felt the same, it seemed. With characteristic boldness he declared his support--of the team and of the guild. Alisea raised her voice in agreement. "Aster, I am with you. If you, if we, plan to form a guild, I am in support. I will even be the first to nominate Reylan as our guildmaster." Alisea turned quickly to catch the look on the archer's face. "He did a fine job leading us into the dungeon, and I believe he has demonstrated his capacity to keep a cool head."
The price of a Discord chat, I'm afraid.
@Lugubrious I probably don't count, but I'm still here and reading everything. I don't want to rush Emile and Revanmar out of their spotlight in this battle, but I am looking for a few days IC to pass.
Alisea

Even two full days of trekking couldn't exhaust an adventurous spirit; if anything, it fed it. Alisea ordered the Chef's Special Stew prepared to accept whatever it may turn out to be. While the party waited for their food and rooms to be prepared, Aster surprised the magess by standing and gathering everyone's attention to herself. The normally quiet girl wanted to make a speech of sorts. It wasn't long, and it wasn't wordy; it was, however, sincere and from her heart. As her friend offered up praise, Alisea met the swordswoman's gaze with a warm smile. And the conclusion of her own portion, Alisea gave an appreciative nod to let Aster know her feelings were accepted.

It was a tragedy that warm moment had to end so quickly. Karma, for reasons Alisea could only assume were petty, had to bring up Dubstepp. The magess could have cursed her fellow mage then and there, if only she had known a good hex. She had planned on waiting until after dinner--until after everyone had warm food in their bellies and contentment on their features--to pull Dubstepp aside and talk one on one. Trying to bring this up with everyone was only going to cause discomfort. There had been plenty of time to think about it on the journey back, and the conclusion Alisea had reached was that, though Dubstepp probably didn't mean harm, his pride wasn't going to let him admit fault easily.

Pride was a silly reason to give up such a useful ally.

"Yet it was Dubstepp's summon that held the White Wolf in place; without it, we in the back would have been attacked and possibly killed. If anything, it is I who must apologize for what happened." Alisea looked to Dubstepp directly, catching his eyes before inclining her head to him across the table. "I do hope you can forgive me."
Adventurers! See, I know what you mean. You mean I can't invent a sub-party to gather resources and power-level with for the two days in town.
One last note... all Player Characs will exclusively be piloted by me until further notice.

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