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Current Stop being passive aggressive. Just be aggressive.
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1 yr ago
It is certainly not 'optimal', but it *is* doable, depending on what you want to do with it. You could go swords or valor bard and play them more like a warrior with some magical ability
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2 yrs ago
One might say your villain arc has begun. Embrace it.
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Man do I love watching the circus
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I like the idea of a character with runic tattoos- specializing in either electro or geomancy to conjure up weapons from which to throw or hit things with- I like the idea of chucking lightning or stone spears at various baddies. Non human races are allowed, so I guess the followup question is are half-human half-Xrace allowed?
I'll keep an eye on this
I guess I'll be the first to put something up:
Critique away and I will make the necessary changes!



@Gisk yeah! I think I'd like that a lot, sounds like fun!
I was just gonna go with "arms company buys a baby/child.

Also, cool. Will the procedure typically be decide winner then write duel?


I was actually thinking of something similar as well- young scion/heir of a notable arms manufacturer. Maybe some tie ins could happen?
I do love me some mecha RP, I'll be keeping an eye on this


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Location · |@vietmyke] Si Wong Desert · @vietmyke
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Jin's eyes slowly blinked in the glowing dawn of the desert, a hand over the faceshield of his helmet to cut some of the light that morning sun brought. It was quiet and peaceful, to the point that Jin almost forgot what had happened the day before. He sighed, that life seemed so far away now. Jin looked around, from the top of the Kyoshi where he was sat. The Kyoshi itself was parked close to a small outcropping of stone they were resting by. Most of the others were still in various states of rest.

Jin himself was used to waking up early. Out in the desert, the time on the clock and the passing hours didn't really matter- the day usually started when the light came out, and usually ended a few hours after it got dark. There was no electricity in the desert once you got a certain distance away from the pipelines, so there was often no point in traveling- if you turned on your headlights, you'd be spotted from miles away, if you left them off, traversing the sands would be difficult at worst.

Jin stretched his arms out and yawned, a familiar popping sound rattling down his spine as he did.Looking around their makeshift campsite, Jin counted the people and came up one short. Straightening up immediately, Jin quickly did a second survey, his eyes specifically searching for a particularly bunny eared helmet. He relaxed a bit as he saw Sumire a short distance away from the others in the open sand. A morning stroll perhaps? It’d been a while since Jin had taken Sumire out into the desert- ever since she became the company’s de facto radio op, she spent more of her time at either the main center or one of the outposts by the city.

Sliding off the Kyoshi and landing in the sand with a soft thud, Jin made his way over to where Sumire was standing. ”Mir, what’re you doing out here?” Jin called out curiously as he went over to where Sumire stood, leaning over her shoulder to see what Sumire was looking at.

”Jin! Look!” Sumire said excitedly, pointing at a flower- in the desert. Jin for his part looked at the plant curiously too. A flower sticking out of the sands was certainly a strange sight.

”Yeah, look at that.” Jin agreed, ”Was this here last night?

”Hey, Jin…” Sumire said sweetly, the shorter girl’s polarized faceplate looked up at him, the single remaining bunny ear flopping behind her. Jin rolled his eyes, he didn’t need to see through the helmet to know what face she was making. ”Can you get it for me?”

”What? Why? It's right there- if you want it, you get it.” Jin replied.

Sumire punched him in the arm. Hard. ”Just get it.” Sumire demanded sullenly, with a huff.

”Fine, fine, I’ll get your dumb flower.” Jin sulked, rubbing at his arm as he took a step towards the small plant.

Galahad Quaid



Galahad glanced at the demon Farfa as their guide attempted to cajole Galahad into taking matters into his own hand. Farfa’s false smile was returned with one from Galahad in kind. Broad, radiant, bright, fake.

"Oh, my dear Farfa," Galahad chuckled as though he were chiding a child that had done a naughty thing, his tone sickly sweet and endearing. "I wouldn’t dream of doing your job! It's your job, after all."

Tearing his attention away from the demon, Galahad regarded the two ogres that were now speaking to them. It appears one learned a new thing every day- He didn’t know ogres could talk, much less make coherent sentences. But it appeared the ogres were trying to extort them. Or at least the humans in their group- of which there were a few. For once, Galahad was almost glad of the fact that he had elven blood flowing through his veins. Would the ogres accept that? Who knew? They were ogres. Galahad was surprised they were able to comprehend the difference.

Already some of the others were trying to sway the ogres to let them pass. Avoiding a fight was likely the best course of action, Galahad figured. No sense starting a fight with the guard before we enter their city- Galahad liked attention, but not that much attention. Galahad offered the ogres a disarming smile as he brushed away his hair to reveal the pointed tips of his ears.

"No human here," Galahad said in a fake friendly tone, as he took a step in front of the small, blue haired woman, the weight of his covered lance shifting a bit on his shoulders. His eyes flitted from ogre to ogre. Ogres weren’t peaceful creatures to his knowledge. He didn’t think they’d attack without warning- probably, but being careful wasn’t a bad idea. "We’re travelers, and the humans with us don’t carry much that would be of value in the city."

Glancing over at the humans in question, Galahad regarded the crazy looking one, the hermit- or sage- or whatever he called himself. Galahad leaned towards the small blue haired human behind him. ”Are we certain we need everyone here?”
Galahad Quaid



"Just as well, some of us could do with a shower." Galahad chuckled with little mirth as he stood next to the young, blue haired alchemist, "That carriage was not big enough for the lot of us."

Galahad stood by the majority of their small congregation of outcasts and oddities. Strange that he might've considered himself one, but these were strange circumstances regardless. The rain beaded on the exposed metal plates of his armor not covered by the luxurious blue cloak and dripped off the locks that framed his face. Draped casually over a shoulder and held in place with a lazy gauntlet was a large polearm, fully covered, sheathed in a wrapping of linens and leather to protect it from the elements. Galahad was used to rainy seasons, back home the rain never seemed to stop- gray and overcast were the norm. The southlands had been much warmer and sunnier in general, but rains like this reminded him of home.

Their little gathering was a motley one to be sure, all sorts of freaks and oddities abound. Galahad rarely had the pleasure- or ill luck of working in groups, but on the few occasions he had, they were much like this. Especially in the south, mercenaries, adventurers, wanderers and merchants alike were a strange bunch. While most cities were a generally homogenous of their race and background, on the road the people were as varied as their stories, though most were only fit to addle your brain with their constant droning. People always thought they were more interesting than they actually were- there were exceptions of course, himself being one of them. He hadn't yet deigned to find out the stories of the others with him, but he was sure at least one of them wouldn't bore him out of his mind.

Already they had hit a snag. The goblin named Rooster seemed to have an issue with them passing through the gates and into the city itself. Perhaps there was a door tax? Either way, it was surprising that their guide- and 'employers'- were unable to open such doors for them, literally in this case. Some of the others were already on edge. Unfortunately, things could never go as simply as one hoped it seemed.

"Are they not expecting us, Farfa?" Galahad called out, his tone amused, but his face blank and bored. A free hand lightly brushed a wet lock of hair out of his face. He took a few steps forward to the relative front of the group, though not as close up as their diminutive fae knight had gone. His gaze rested lazily on the two armored guards in front of them. "If I had known there were going to be complications, I would have asked the carriage to stay a moment longer."
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