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5 yrs ago
I am not being controlled by a mind flayer. I just used my own healthy brain to come to that conclusion. Because I'm saying it, it must be true.
5 yrs ago
Ok, time to spend the next 30 minutes of my life looking for a new profile picture. 😪
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~ZYRICK~
Zyrick holds on to a shotgun shell, between his fingers the small cartridge turns and flips around while being inspected. Zyrick takes his left hand and gently flicks the shell whilst holding it with his right. The sound that follows gives Zyrick some needed information about it, this was always the hardest part about his ability. Zyrick was paying to much attention to the shell in his hand, stumbling and swerving a bit while he walks through the badlands. Coming up on a forested area the vines and roots on the ground have become something of a nuisance, pulling and grabbing at Zyrick's unprepared feet.
"I mean, I could try. It's more complex than it looks but all I need is a basic understanding." Zyrick holds the shell in his right palm and outstretches the left. He usually does this in his head but for the sake of showing off his ability he speaks out loud, "The case, brass plated covering, layered paper shell, primer, black powder, powder wad, cushion, shot cup, lead shots."
A few more words trickled out of his mouth before coming to an end. after a short delay, a replica of the shell appeared in his left hand seemingly out of thin air. A smile crept across his stoic face, breathing a bit of life into his appearance. He duplicated it a few more times, repeating the process with the shotgun slug as well, handing-off a small handful of ammunition to Aden.
Zyrick kept it under wraps but duplicating something so complex that many times was slowly starting to exhaust him. He could make a quick recovery so long as he keeps his breathing in check and stop duplicating for a few minutes. Zyrick wouldn't be opposed to duplicating shells and slugs for Aden before a night's sleep, this would probably make his sleep better in fact. But for now he needed to be alert, in case anything was to happen to the group.
The roots beneath his feet start to grow larger as they walk closer to the forest, it would be wise to pay attention to their footing. Unlike the mostly clear view they've had up until now, the trees leave many blind spots, leaving them open for an attack from something. They were starting to make quite the distance between them and Honorfire, so the possibility of a demon attack was rising. Without unsheathing his equipment Zyrick rested his hand on the axe at his side. It's only a matter of time...
Zyrick holds on to a shotgun shell, between his fingers the small cartridge turns and flips around while being inspected. Zyrick takes his left hand and gently flicks the shell whilst holding it with his right. The sound that follows gives Zyrick some needed information about it, this was always the hardest part about his ability. Zyrick was paying to much attention to the shell in his hand, stumbling and swerving a bit while he walks through the badlands. Coming up on a forested area the vines and roots on the ground have become something of a nuisance, pulling and grabbing at Zyrick's unprepared feet.
"I mean, I could try. It's more complex than it looks but all I need is a basic understanding." Zyrick holds the shell in his right palm and outstretches the left. He usually does this in his head but for the sake of showing off his ability he speaks out loud, "The case, brass plated covering, layered paper shell, primer, black powder, powder wad, cushion, shot cup, lead shots."
A few more words trickled out of his mouth before coming to an end. after a short delay, a replica of the shell appeared in his left hand seemingly out of thin air. A smile crept across his stoic face, breathing a bit of life into his appearance. He duplicated it a few more times, repeating the process with the shotgun slug as well, handing-off a small handful of ammunition to Aden.
Zyrick kept it under wraps but duplicating something so complex that many times was slowly starting to exhaust him. He could make a quick recovery so long as he keeps his breathing in check and stop duplicating for a few minutes. Zyrick wouldn't be opposed to duplicating shells and slugs for Aden before a night's sleep, this would probably make his sleep better in fact. But for now he needed to be alert, in case anything was to happen to the group.
The roots beneath his feet start to grow larger as they walk closer to the forest, it would be wise to pay attention to their footing. Unlike the mostly clear view they've had up until now, the trees leave many blind spots, leaving them open for an attack from something. They were starting to make quite the distance between them and Honorfire, so the possibility of a demon attack was rising. Without unsheathing his equipment Zyrick rested his hand on the axe at his side. It's only a matter of time...
I was going to post tonight. I imagine everyone is caught up with life so I'm not too worried about infrequent posts.
~ZYRICK~
A smirk would slowly start to creep across his face, a shake of his head and this small smirk would disappear. He turned his head towards Dawn, the small girl. He sized her up out of the corner of his eye, trying to make some kind of judgment on who she is or how she will act. Zyrick judges everyone on first sight, something he has already done with every other spirit user here. He isn't going to treat anybody differently but there is no doubt he already has his own thoughts on everyone here. There are only five of them so even though he judged them for how they are at face value, he understands just as well as anybody that there is always more than the surface, he must wait and see to get a real feel for these people.
His mind came back from his inner thoughts, remembering to actually listen to what people are saying around him. Zyrick piped up, no need being quiet all the time. "Veterans? Isn't it obvious?..." He paused, cleared his throat a bit. The earthy smell and fresh air tickled his throat. "Some of us may not be the most experienced, but that doesn't mean we don't fit the criteria needed to get this shit done. Maybe Honorfire needs new and imaginative perspectives on this. If I were to guess, I would say it's our potential to be great...that's what led us here. Even you." He looks directly at the small girl, "You obviously have something special about you. We all do. Maybe I'm being a little too preachy but I trust in my superior's decision."
Zyrick looked forward hoping to avoid any stares or weird looks from that little spout of his, especially from the young boy with the beanie. Artemis, was it? He mentioned his old group and realized exactly how Dawn's Spirit could benefit the whole group. It's a small thing but it tells a lot about him. There is something about Artemis that puts Zyrick on edge, maybe it's his eyes. The eyes of an old weathered soul.
In the brief silence, zyrick broke out again. "My name is Zyrick Fendrel. To answer a previous question, my spirit lets me duplicate anything I understand. I'll show you." Zyrick lazily digs at his deep pockets while trudging on through the badlands. Pulling out the letter that was given to him by the guard at the northern gate. He tore open the top corner of the letter with his teeth and pulled through, ripping off the top of the letter where the seal was. Inside the letter was an updated map of the badlands depicting mountains, valleys, rivers and other landmarks too. Unfolding to poster-sized map, he held in his right hand and concentrated. Ink, Parchment. that's about it I guess. In the blink of an eye, a perfect replica appeared in his left hand, after which a sigh escaped his lips. Zyrick looked to his new squadmates, "Who needs one?" He chimed cheekily.
He'd hope this would reopen Dawn's point to have everyone explain their spirit's gifts. It was essential to understand each other if they wanted to work as a cohesive group, he didn't need military training to know that. He passed off the second map to his squadmate and continued walking. Coming up on a dense, forested area.
A smirk would slowly start to creep across his face, a shake of his head and this small smirk would disappear. He turned his head towards Dawn, the small girl. He sized her up out of the corner of his eye, trying to make some kind of judgment on who she is or how she will act. Zyrick judges everyone on first sight, something he has already done with every other spirit user here. He isn't going to treat anybody differently but there is no doubt he already has his own thoughts on everyone here. There are only five of them so even though he judged them for how they are at face value, he understands just as well as anybody that there is always more than the surface, he must wait and see to get a real feel for these people.
His mind came back from his inner thoughts, remembering to actually listen to what people are saying around him. Zyrick piped up, no need being quiet all the time. "Veterans? Isn't it obvious?..." He paused, cleared his throat a bit. The earthy smell and fresh air tickled his throat. "Some of us may not be the most experienced, but that doesn't mean we don't fit the criteria needed to get this shit done. Maybe Honorfire needs new and imaginative perspectives on this. If I were to guess, I would say it's our potential to be great...that's what led us here. Even you." He looks directly at the small girl, "You obviously have something special about you. We all do. Maybe I'm being a little too preachy but I trust in my superior's decision."
Zyrick looked forward hoping to avoid any stares or weird looks from that little spout of his, especially from the young boy with the beanie. Artemis, was it? He mentioned his old group and realized exactly how Dawn's Spirit could benefit the whole group. It's a small thing but it tells a lot about him. There is something about Artemis that puts Zyrick on edge, maybe it's his eyes. The eyes of an old weathered soul.
In the brief silence, zyrick broke out again. "My name is Zyrick Fendrel. To answer a previous question, my spirit lets me duplicate anything I understand. I'll show you." Zyrick lazily digs at his deep pockets while trudging on through the badlands. Pulling out the letter that was given to him by the guard at the northern gate. He tore open the top corner of the letter with his teeth and pulled through, ripping off the top of the letter where the seal was. Inside the letter was an updated map of the badlands depicting mountains, valleys, rivers and other landmarks too. Unfolding to poster-sized map, he held in his right hand and concentrated. Ink, Parchment. that's about it I guess. In the blink of an eye, a perfect replica appeared in his left hand, after which a sigh escaped his lips. Zyrick looked to his new squadmates, "Who needs one?" He chimed cheekily.
He'd hope this would reopen Dawn's point to have everyone explain their spirit's gifts. It was essential to understand each other if they wanted to work as a cohesive group, he didn't need military training to know that. He passed off the second map to his squadmate and continued walking. Coming up on a dense, forested area.
@Shard
I see what you mean...
Guys let's do keep in mind that your spirits cant interact with you physically. You can hear them when they speak, you can see them when they move but you cannot touch them, nor can they touch anything else. I have added that spirits can interact with other spirits but on the same level as a user and spirit. No physical interactions.
@XoXkierobombXoX@Athol@sassy1085
I see what you mean...
Guys let's do keep in mind that your spirits cant interact with you physically. You can hear them when they speak, you can see them when they move but you cannot touch them, nor can they touch anything else. I have added that spirits can interact with other spirits but on the same level as a user and spirit. No physical interactions.
@XoXkierobombXoX@Athol@sassy1085
~ZYRICK~
Zyrick's eyes darted across the Northern gate several times, it was truly a sight to behold. If only it wasn't used to keep out demons and other unwanted guests maybe this gate would be a popular attraction. Maybe all the gates would be. It was almost sad that such beautiful architecture would be in such an open view yet have such a menacing presence. This type of thinking would hold Zyrick's attention for only so long before he would get bored. He was planning on sitting there silently, waiting for the other spirit users to show up. Having no idea what to expect of these spirit users it came to be a pleasant surprise when one happened to sit next to him seemingly coming out of nowhere. He watched her with a flat expression on his face as she approached. Zyrick wasn't big into guns, he was trained in the army to use and manage one but it just wasn't his forte. But this girl, just by the way she holds and handles it, he could tell she was proficient with it.
Zyrick's lips opened slightly, taking in a breath before speaking. His hand lifted with his index finger extended. Before he could manage to say anything, another person sat with them, clearly another spirit user. Slowly, one by one, more users came along reaching five in total. "This is the group huh?" Mashii's voice appearing from behind the bench. "I didn't expect it to be so...quirky." Mashii strutted out from behind the bench, showing his animalistic form for the first time today. Zyrick's eyes beamed at his bonded spirit, giving him the 'be nice or die' kind of look. Zyrick watched as Mashii turned up his snout before walking around the group paying close attention to the equipment of the other users. It was only natural that the spirit of production would be interested in the construction of different pieces of equipment.
"So I guess this is the group...By my time, the gate should be opening any minute now. Unless we get some last-minute stragglers I think the five of us will be it." Zyrick said, monotone throughout. It was quite exciting for Zyrick, he's only worked with one other spirit user before and that was just for training. He was told he needed more time before going into the badlands, but it would seem they may have lied.
After some time, The guards started moving in a hurried position lining up on either side of the gate, creating something of a walk-way for when the gate opens. The gates made an unpleasant creaking noise when opening, most likely because of their monstrous weight, zyrick scrunching up his face at the sound. The gates stopped moving when they were about halfway open, leaving enough room for a few carts to roll in from the badlands. The drivers being nothing more than labourers. Following the carts was a man clad in armour, a spirit user, who paid nearly no attention to Zyrick, not that he cared for attention but it was something to note. After that display, the guard who previously gave Zyrick a letter, looked his way. No words or gesture just a mear glance in Zyricks direction.
"Well..." Zyrick looked at the others, "Shall we be off then?"
Zyrick's eyes darted across the Northern gate several times, it was truly a sight to behold. If only it wasn't used to keep out demons and other unwanted guests maybe this gate would be a popular attraction. Maybe all the gates would be. It was almost sad that such beautiful architecture would be in such an open view yet have such a menacing presence. This type of thinking would hold Zyrick's attention for only so long before he would get bored. He was planning on sitting there silently, waiting for the other spirit users to show up. Having no idea what to expect of these spirit users it came to be a pleasant surprise when one happened to sit next to him seemingly coming out of nowhere. He watched her with a flat expression on his face as she approached. Zyrick wasn't big into guns, he was trained in the army to use and manage one but it just wasn't his forte. But this girl, just by the way she holds and handles it, he could tell she was proficient with it.
Zyrick's lips opened slightly, taking in a breath before speaking. His hand lifted with his index finger extended. Before he could manage to say anything, another person sat with them, clearly another spirit user. Slowly, one by one, more users came along reaching five in total. "This is the group huh?" Mashii's voice appearing from behind the bench. "I didn't expect it to be so...quirky." Mashii strutted out from behind the bench, showing his animalistic form for the first time today. Zyrick's eyes beamed at his bonded spirit, giving him the 'be nice or die' kind of look. Zyrick watched as Mashii turned up his snout before walking around the group paying close attention to the equipment of the other users. It was only natural that the spirit of production would be interested in the construction of different pieces of equipment.
"So I guess this is the group...By my time, the gate should be opening any minute now. Unless we get some last-minute stragglers I think the five of us will be it." Zyrick said, monotone throughout. It was quite exciting for Zyrick, he's only worked with one other spirit user before and that was just for training. He was told he needed more time before going into the badlands, but it would seem they may have lied.
After some time, The guards started moving in a hurried position lining up on either side of the gate, creating something of a walk-way for when the gate opens. The gates made an unpleasant creaking noise when opening, most likely because of their monstrous weight, zyrick scrunching up his face at the sound. The gates stopped moving when they were about halfway open, leaving enough room for a few carts to roll in from the badlands. The drivers being nothing more than labourers. Following the carts was a man clad in armour, a spirit user, who paid nearly no attention to Zyrick, not that he cared for attention but it was something to note. After that display, the guard who previously gave Zyrick a letter, looked his way. No words or gesture just a mear glance in Zyricks direction.
"Well..." Zyrick looked at the others, "Shall we be off then?"
@XoXkieroBombXoX
Just so we're on the same page, our characters are waiting for the gate to open. The second paragraph makes it seem like we left the gate.
Just so we're on the same page, our characters are waiting for the gate to open. The second paragraph makes it seem like we left the gate.
Well I wasn't really ready for that question, but I'm open-minded. I don't think I would have a problem with spirits interacting with other spirits, I was just trying to avoid any kind of meta gaming opportunities. Also, having spirits interact with each other would indirectly be like RPing a second character when two spirits see each other. But, if you guys wanna keep interactions conservative I wouldn't mind.
@Athol
@Athol
@athol
Haven't really thought about it...hmmm. I would say to an extent. A spirit might be able to sense another spirit in close proximity, maybe even see a silhouette of sorts, but nothing like communication between them would exist.
Haven't really thought about it...hmmm. I would say to an extent. A spirit might be able to sense another spirit in close proximity, maybe even see a silhouette of sorts, but nothing like communication between them would exist.
No worries. It was fun read, that's all the matters
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