Okay, Edgar post is up, finally. I hope it's up to par.
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I average 1-3 posts per week, usually per RP, but sometimes total.
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Day 17, afternoon.
Edgar_Walther
@BlackPanther@DestinyStar@Zelosse@Haeo
Well... Edgar took his time gathering himself together... He gladly accepted Reaper's aid in standing up again, and quickly found a pillar to lean against while his muscles complained viciously about the severe abuse he'd been subjecting them to recently. What with the full day's training, stretching into the night, and already low on sleep, this was going to to be a painful day without the beating he'd just gotten compliments of Gramp's sidekick. He tried not to listen to the conversation, which was difficult considering the volume that most of the wrods were said. It was sweet, getting to see Scarlet make up with her gramps, but at the same time, it was an unpleasant and very sharp reminder of the very thing he'd likely never get do himself.
Scarlet was lucky, what family she had was here with her, Edgar's wasn't. And there probably wouldn't be anyone waiting for him when he woke, if he woke, and there certainly wouldn't be a funeral of any significance if he didn't. His family was probably gone by now... dad's company had given him two months to get himself, and his family moved to Malaysia. It was a promotion, his new position would be overseeing production of several key components used in the latest high tech gear, even the the nerve gear they were all wearing used some of the parts manufactured at the facility his dad was surely overseeing now... They'd had some issues getting everyone visas, and had been on the last week before Dad had to show up for work, when Edgar had jumped into this death trap. Everything was packed, everything was ready to go, but the plane didn't leave for another three hours, so Edgar had jumped in just to get a feel for the game, before the long trip south. And then he hadn't been able to leave. The first day he'd assumed it was just a bug, it wouldn't be a big deal, and he'd kept playing, until the announcement.
That had changed everything for him. Edgar wondered if anyone had even noticed him in the back room, as the movers grabbed the last of the boxes and everyone left for their flight. Would anyone have stayed? How could they have? His sisters were both to young. His mother would need to go to care for them, His father had to go, or they would have nothing. He didn't even have distant relations, both his parent's were only children, and their parents were too old to care for themselves, much less anyone else. The touching words and family reunion before him reminded him o just how little he had to get back to. Something he'd been ignoring from day one, hoping it wouldn't come up, that he'd be able to get through this game without being reminded that this was all he had, in more ways than even most of the other players here.
As Scarlet and Gramps finished up and she turned to Smart, Edgar slipped out of the room, his only parting gesture a bird to Dom. Outside, he saw the players arrayed to contain the trouble and arrest any PKs. He waved them off gruffly, saying it was all just a misunderstanding in the family. They remained alert, but were glad to hear the screaming and fighting had stopped, and seemed reassured that this wasn't an instance of Pking. Edgar moved quickly and relatively quietly to a an alley, empty and out of sight of players and NPC's alike. The torn and roiling emotions tear out of Edgar in a feral scream of anger, agony, and despair. Knowing players would investigate the sound, Edgar moved on, his eyes blurred by tears that he fought to keep from spilling out onto his cheeks. He stumbled through town, trying to put his emotions back in their box. But they wouldn't go back, and he was soon sitting outside the town wall, away from the gate, crying quietly while he struggled to make sense of why everything had happened the way it had. Why did he have to log in? why couldn't he have just waited a few more hours? Why was being away from his family so hard? He'd never spent all that much time with them anyway? He'd always wanted them to just leave him alone, and now that he was alone, all he wanted was to hear their voices again... even just his sister nagging him to come play with them, his mother fussing at his messy room, and father berating him for not being more helpful to his mother while Dad was busy elsewhere. Even those would be a sweet symphony of comfort to his ears today.
But the only sounds he heard was the sweet chirping of birds, the gentle breeze in the tall grass, and his own bitter sobbing.
Edgar_Walther
@BlackPanther@DestinyStar@Zelosse@Haeo
Well... Edgar took his time gathering himself together... He gladly accepted Reaper's aid in standing up again, and quickly found a pillar to lean against while his muscles complained viciously about the severe abuse he'd been subjecting them to recently. What with the full day's training, stretching into the night, and already low on sleep, this was going to to be a painful day without the beating he'd just gotten compliments of Gramp's sidekick. He tried not to listen to the conversation, which was difficult considering the volume that most of the wrods were said. It was sweet, getting to see Scarlet make up with her gramps, but at the same time, it was an unpleasant and very sharp reminder of the very thing he'd likely never get do himself.
Scarlet was lucky, what family she had was here with her, Edgar's wasn't. And there probably wouldn't be anyone waiting for him when he woke, if he woke, and there certainly wouldn't be a funeral of any significance if he didn't. His family was probably gone by now... dad's company had given him two months to get himself, and his family moved to Malaysia. It was a promotion, his new position would be overseeing production of several key components used in the latest high tech gear, even the the nerve gear they were all wearing used some of the parts manufactured at the facility his dad was surely overseeing now... They'd had some issues getting everyone visas, and had been on the last week before Dad had to show up for work, when Edgar had jumped into this death trap. Everything was packed, everything was ready to go, but the plane didn't leave for another three hours, so Edgar had jumped in just to get a feel for the game, before the long trip south. And then he hadn't been able to leave. The first day he'd assumed it was just a bug, it wouldn't be a big deal, and he'd kept playing, until the announcement.
That had changed everything for him. Edgar wondered if anyone had even noticed him in the back room, as the movers grabbed the last of the boxes and everyone left for their flight. Would anyone have stayed? How could they have? His sisters were both to young. His mother would need to go to care for them, His father had to go, or they would have nothing. He didn't even have distant relations, both his parent's were only children, and their parents were too old to care for themselves, much less anyone else. The touching words and family reunion before him reminded him o just how little he had to get back to. Something he'd been ignoring from day one, hoping it wouldn't come up, that he'd be able to get through this game without being reminded that this was all he had, in more ways than even most of the other players here.
As Scarlet and Gramps finished up and she turned to Smart, Edgar slipped out of the room, his only parting gesture a bird to Dom. Outside, he saw the players arrayed to contain the trouble and arrest any PKs. He waved them off gruffly, saying it was all just a misunderstanding in the family. They remained alert, but were glad to hear the screaming and fighting had stopped, and seemed reassured that this wasn't an instance of Pking. Edgar moved quickly and relatively quietly to a an alley, empty and out of sight of players and NPC's alike. The torn and roiling emotions tear out of Edgar in a feral scream of anger, agony, and despair. Knowing players would investigate the sound, Edgar moved on, his eyes blurred by tears that he fought to keep from spilling out onto his cheeks. He stumbled through town, trying to put his emotions back in their box. But they wouldn't go back, and he was soon sitting outside the town wall, away from the gate, crying quietly while he struggled to make sense of why everything had happened the way it had. Why did he have to log in? why couldn't he have just waited a few more hours? Why was being away from his family so hard? He'd never spent all that much time with them anyway? He'd always wanted them to just leave him alone, and now that he was alone, all he wanted was to hear their voices again... even just his sister nagging him to come play with them, his mother fussing at his messy room, and father berating him for not being more helpful to his mother while Dad was busy elsewhere. Even those would be a sweet symphony of comfort to his ears today.
But the only sounds he heard was the sweet chirping of birds, the gentle breeze in the tall grass, and his own bitter sobbing.
Nah, Y'all did good. Thanks for not letting it die 'cause I can't remember to put up an AFK post to save my life. >.< Reponse will have to come tomorrow, sorry, it'll be the first thing I get too, promise!
Also Destiny, and Zelous, .... Yeah, I'll admit it, you actually brought tears to my eyes reading all that. That's good writing both of you.
Also Destiny, and Zelous, .... Yeah, I'll admit it, you actually brought tears to my eyes reading all that. That's good writing both of you.
So sorry folks! I coulda sworn I got a AFK post up here in the OoC but it's not here now, so I must not have. Visiting my parents this week, will be back in full swing this coming Monday. I'm trying to catch up and post a response now. :/
@Zelosse@DestinyStar@BlackPanther@Haeo
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Added my two cents!
old bullies beating up a pair of innocent(mostly anyway) souls! :P
old bullies beating up a pair of innocent(mostly anyway) souls! :P
Day 17, afternoon.
Edgar_Walther
@BlackPanther@DestinyStar@Zelosse@Haeo
What the blazes was wrong with Scarlet's grandpappy? Oh... That was all the young man had time to think before Smart hit him and then everything was pain and agony. Unable to properly defend himself, pinned to the floor as he was, Edgar jackknifed, or tried to and got just enough wiggle room, to bring a hand up the inside of Smart's thigh, which he pinched as hard as he could, right where it joined the pelvis, if he'd done it right, there was nice nerve there to pinch. It might serve as enough of a distraction for Smarter that he could wriggle out from under him completely. Not trusting a single attack to succeed, Edgar bit at the man's hand as it came down again at his neck, he'd probably loose a few teeth for his trouble but at least he'd still be breathing, or at least that was his rational a the time.
So far he'd had little time to do anything but feel the pain being inflicted upon him, but the less trusting side of him remembered the PM Scarlet had sent during breakfast, and made some erroneous conclusions of it's own. With his mouth full of smart's hand, he couldn't say anything so he simply glared Scarlet, who though she seemed shocked, was apparently content to do nothing. Some thanks this was for saving her ass in the gorge, hell if he'd known all this was going to happen he might have let her die out there... well, no he wouldn't have, it just wasn't in him to do that. But he would have thought about it, long and hard. Looking back to Smart he yelled around the hand as best he could.
"Fu oo oo oh an!"
Edgar_Walther
@BlackPanther@DestinyStar@Zelosse@Haeo
What the blazes was wrong with Scarlet's grandpappy? Oh... That was all the young man had time to think before Smart hit him and then everything was pain and agony. Unable to properly defend himself, pinned to the floor as he was, Edgar jackknifed, or tried to and got just enough wiggle room, to bring a hand up the inside of Smart's thigh, which he pinched as hard as he could, right where it joined the pelvis, if he'd done it right, there was nice nerve there to pinch. It might serve as enough of a distraction for Smarter that he could wriggle out from under him completely. Not trusting a single attack to succeed, Edgar bit at the man's hand as it came down again at his neck, he'd probably loose a few teeth for his trouble but at least he'd still be breathing, or at least that was his rational a the time.
So far he'd had little time to do anything but feel the pain being inflicted upon him, but the less trusting side of him remembered the PM Scarlet had sent during breakfast, and made some erroneous conclusions of it's own. With his mouth full of smart's hand, he couldn't say anything so he simply glared Scarlet, who though she seemed shocked, was apparently content to do nothing. Some thanks this was for saving her ass in the gorge, hell if he'd known all this was going to happen he might have let her die out there... well, no he wouldn't have, it just wasn't in him to do that. But he would have thought about it, long and hard. Looking back to Smart he yelled around the hand as best he could.
"Fu oo oo oh an!"
Mendings and Mornings
Tracyarmav
Calder Dylan, Ludelle Glowren
Day 1, Morning
"Will you ever understand? Your body may be able to thrive without rest for weeks and months on end, but your mind and soul need rest."
Calder considered her question seriously, trying to find a good explanation, that wasn't a bunch of wordy fluff. He ignored her thanks, not to be rude, it was just unnecessary, and unnerving, to thank him for doing his job. Such was expected, and failure was punished harshly, but only exceeding your job's requirements earned praise, and then only a trite word or three at most. After a moment's, somewhat awkward, pause Calder answered Ludelle as best he could.
"One joins the groom and bride in celebrating a joining of wills and dreams, for the mutual benefit of both parties. A wedding is a party, a celebration, but revolves around a single couple announcing their desire to face the world's challenges, great and small, as one unit, usually until death parts them. You should wear something nice, but not too self flattering. It's rude to steal that sort of attention from the bride on her wedding day. Will you need assistance finding an appropriate outfit? You have a day to find something suitable, then it's time to wear it and share in the joy of lives enhanced and grown to new heights of strength and beauty."
I have a post to write or Wind... >.>
Technically I'm waiting for Wind to not be under the weather, but her part can be retconned in as needed, I think.
Isa : Anisim Misolav
"No grade?"
Isa shrugged and wandered out of the room, though he took his time heading back to his room, walking by the labs. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even himself, but part of him regretted having been so harsh to Roxy in their last meeting and wanted to try and make up for it. Not that he really thought he'd find her or even be able to do anything about it even if he did, but still he looked. mostly to shut that part of him up with a half hearted attempt at appeasement.
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