The Harbinger of Ferocity

Post a random fact about yourself.

I debate myself internally over minor details I am already well aware of that others will not notice or will, in rare happenstance, become aware of by what usually amounts to sheer chance. But what if they did notice them? This question pervades my mind in near anything and everything in its furthest reaches, always lingering in the background. Some might describe it as mild paranoia yet I instead call it a healthy dose of awareness.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

That sounds much like the majority of people I encounter. The cold is a common complaint and they will do anything to avoid being out in it. Yet, these people can wear layers - they live in a place that expects as much - why not just do that rather than go full on to either extreme? This cannot even be done in hot or warm weather.

🌌 Ultraverse: Strifes and Triumphs. (Superhero RP, Always Open). 🌌

Los Angeles, California
Obscure Alley
@Prosaic@Count Cuddles

Despite the calls to question, initially the athletic cat replied only with the least obvious of body language. Little more than the tip of the elegant sleek tail flexed with a curl, a gentle flick from side to side. The rest of it was relatively rigid, as though frozen in place, aside from the two pools of gold that made up its eyes, which seemed all the more content to drink in the details. It wasn't as though the costumed man had done all that much aside from make himself ready to fight, but the tiger had replied. The casual pace of the tail twitch became a bit more erratic before it eased before it so silently sneered, slender whiskers splayed like fingers from open hands.

The stress of ambiguity was dispelled the moment Éclater, with the caress of alcohol working at his demeanor, asked its name. Like a switch had been flicked, less concerned about Faultline's visual challenge, the supple animal blinked and appeared distant for a moment. It fumbled through what to call itself really, no one had ever asked it. Reasonably so of course, when they did see the tiger, not a small Bengal tiger at that, the reaction was typically chaotic with panic and concern the first and foremost. The Predator almost went to name itself but remembered that was not what it was called anymore.

When it returned from its brief adventure through the mind, the stare lingered from the still tense figure to the woefully loose one. Again it spoke without moving a muscle, either one of the most convincing illusions or one of the greatest shared delusions to-date.

"I am a tiger, I am a predator." It began in a surreal sort of way, adding to the wordless but still oddly deep inner voice, "That is what they call me."

It then smiled, in a sort of way that showed the points of its teeth and perhaps added a bit of discomfort that called back to some sort of now long gone primate ancestors of the superpowered humans. The devious smile it shared, was accompanied by another telling motion of its tail and the slight draw of one of its paws as it took a step at an angle. It stopped as it had before, at last no longer looking directly at them. If they knew anything about big carnivores, that was honestly for the better. Not that the Predator would have had the same reactions as they might, the staring earlier was never good.

"I came to see people like me. But I am not people, as you see, I am tiger."

The answer to more well known of the two heroes' questions was less abstract in answer, although the tiger's slow plodding along might have distracted more from it. Each still damp step left an ever evaporating print on the blacktop of the alley, the tiger a bit more comfortable now in positioning; facing them head on wasn't ideal, not for long. The slow pacing was a way to compensate for the situation, even if on the surface it made little sense to an observer. By the time it turned around, walking now in the other direction and seemingly divided by an invisible barrier between the two camps, it narrowed down the results.

Adding after in the mental voice, "You can guess what I do then."

Now it looked back to them from the corner of an eye, most of its elaborately decorated body visible than the mere head-on encounter when they first started the conversation. It seemed almost as though it was courteously noting it had moved into the area and now considered this its territory. Which was, in fact, true. It was no longer the "The Conroe Predator", it had evolved beyond that. Los Angeles was its new hunting ground and it had enough wherewithal to announce itself to them and study them in turn. For example, it was fairly confident in this moment it could handle a skirmish, as one of the two men drifted in a pleasant haze of booze not high enough to crash down when it wore off or low enough to be as keen as he really was, but knew that if the both of them were even remotely familiar partners it probably could not edge in on their ground.

Then again, people didn't really have claims like that. But for the Predator, that would be news.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I know Brannor has a potion but those are the types of things best saved for combat and wasting combat resources outside of it when we have Hit Dice to heal would not be good. Everyone but the paladin took some amount of damage and the majority of it should be, in theory, covered by a short rest.

Post a random fact about yourself.

There are a particular few numbers that reappear extremely frequently in my life, those being the numbers two and five, as well as their sum in seven; three, by contrast, appears much more rarely. It is unclear why this is, as in terms of commonality and importance, they rise then fall sharply; two, five, seven, three. I no less notice recurring patterns of them in highly unlikely but relevant information directly relevant to me and they seldom appear one or two by side, instead forming a repeating string such as two-five-two or their sum in order of magnitude such as two-five-seven.

Post a random fact about yourself.

At times I purposefully return to sleep simply for the pleasure of dreaming and for no other reason. As much time or opportunity is a rarity but it creates that twilight period after being awoken, thus just lucid enough, then returning to sleep to help better capture control of the experience.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Assuming we can see a plausible direction to go and attempt to take shelter, that might be for the best, @Hekazu.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I encountered the Anima once, at least a manifestation of it, @Foster. Uniquely it was the only entity I could not influence and the best way to describe it was that there was no "connection" to it; it just was. It also appeared to be self-aware of its place and status as the Anima. Our conversation went well, that was one of the core elements, and to this very day that was the only experience I can recount from a dream where I met "something else" that had agency.

Cat/Big Cat/Warriors inspired

This is one of those matters where we would do well to keep formulating in the meantime than merely shelving it because it has, as of yet, not seen a third interested party. I note this because if we continue a process of merely putting aside topics which do not receive immediate attention, we are not bound to go anywhere in most any attempt, @Tsukai.

Thoughts on discord RP?

I believe that one of the most useful elements of the Discord versus a forum topic in this age is that it adds the urgency and emphasis to post. I have spoken to this issue extensively in the past so I will not harp upon it as much as I perhaps should, but there exists a tremendous issue at this time where in the roleplaying community there is less an importance on the delivery of timely responses. Now I have heard no shortage of argument about people being busy is why - rest assured I do not like excuses either way - but one of the superior elements that Discord offers is that people tend to be active on it for more than just their roleplaying server.

Without them making themselves invisible, this allows the use of mentions they are likely to see, which should spur to them the need to get under way and not leave others waiting. Granted this is not always successful, I have found this to be more successful then the mentions used on the forum, as that requires actually already being present and online to see them, meaning they were being active regardless although potentially procrastinating.

Personally the topic of formatting will never get to me, a post is a post so far as I am concerned and the only critical elements needed are the ability to bold, italicize, or underline text. Books themselves are seldom any different, thus unless a roleplay requires that as part of their flair, a matter of how they do business, that is of little consequence. As far as character limit goes, copy and paste, then return of the system is more or less a minor inconvenience.

I would much rather more active members, more posts, and the capacity to engage in near instantaneous communication, in and out of character, over the alternatives. Forum roleplay is in relatively dire need of participants getting their acts together. As such, I will still engage in both.