Xionist

Mirror, Fox, Key

Does anyone else get busy and totally forget RPguild exists?

Expect a post soon.

@Diggerton

Haha I'll have to admit weeks like these eat up any and all of my RPguild time due to all the back-to-back closing schedules I've had :P

Music Appreciation Thread

@gowia Honestly fair, it's not going to everybody's thing, it had to grow on me after a few listens. My favorite part of it is at 2:14, and it's quite short part. It does start to lose my interest at the very end too. (watching the video doesn't help either. :P) (I can't rate it because it's blocked. I hope someone else rates yours. D:)

(This song is just catchy as fuck. xP)

@SleepingSilence

Ehh... 6/10. I can see how it could be catchy but this style of music just isn't my thing.

Music Appreciation Thread

8/10 I'm a sucker for this kind of music but I was too busy listening to my own to listen through the whole 30-40 minutes this runs for.

Mirror, Fox, Key

Did the Diggerton die? *pokes with a stick* :P

Mirror, Fox, Key

What's going on?

The day was going by fairly normally for Scarlet as he went about his business through the marketplace. Those who owned their own buildings knew not to let him inside and anyone who owned a stall all watched him with cautious stares a tight grip on a club or weapon just in case. Scarlet has been known to attack those who got in his way after all. Just as he was chatting up a beady eyed man running a potentially illegitimate business in "borrowed" goods the skies suddenly began to shriek and wail as the sirens were brought to life. Everyone, Scarlet included, jumped at the sudden blaring with each person having similar reactions. Confusion, fear, panic, and curiosity. Something was going on at the front entrance and the streets were rapidly emptying as people either fled to their homes or ran to the front entrance where all the commotion seemed to stem from. Scarlet was no fool he knew that this was the absolute perfect chance to score big time. Immediately he began to rush down the streets eyes filled with curiosity and greed.

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Everything was loud. The sirens were loud. The people were loud, and the occasional gunshots didn't help either. All in all coming to the source of the noise was probably going to leave him with a massive headache. How could Scarlet have resisted, though? Already he has lined his pockets with a fistful of change courtesy of all those who decided it was far more important to pay attention to the Travelers that were currently hidden away than to their own pockets. The bag that hung around his neck jingled happily as Scarlet wove through the crowd. The nice thing about being a vagrant was that either people ignored you or plainly don't notice your existence at all. Only those who were looking for him in the first place would see him. Someone like a guard standing nearly six feet tall armed with a bayoneted musket rifle. Which was exactly what Scarlet ran face first into as he breached the front of the crowd. Knocked right onto his behind Scarlet stared up at the metal blade that was now pointed directly at his face.

"You lil' shitbag you give me that stolen coin this instant before I put a shot right in yer head. Don't think I didn't see ya either. Filth the whole lot of you. I ought to shoot you right here regardless. It'd be my civic duty it would. I could say you tried to rush that there door."

Scarlet stared cross-eyed at the tip of the sharp bayonet as it hung before him almost as though it were a guillotine hanging above his head. Sweat beaded down his face as he contemplated everything he has done in life as it seemed to be reaching its end. This act by the guard wasn't going unnoticed as the people closest around him had begun vehemently cursing and insulting the man for raising a weapon against a child. A child, mind you, that may or may not have previously swiped the coin from their pocket not minutes earlier. What they didn't know wouldn't kill them Scarlet thought to himself as he used the distraction of the shouting crowd to slap the musket to the side. Instantly he got onto all fours and charged into the knees of the guard as hard as he could toppling him to the ground. Scarlet rolled past the collapsed guard and immediately froze as several muskets were now aimed at him.

"Get away from the door this instant!"

A guard kept shouting this order at him but it seemed as though all sound had stopped working in Scarlet's ears. Behind him stood the doors and behind those stood the Travelers and in front of him stood death with naught but a wall of noise and flesh behind it.

Oh God please somebody help.

Mirror, Fox, Key

Scarlet Grimmson

A callous youth who is always looking at the skies.

Scarlet Grimmson grew up as an orphan in a church replacing a father with the Father and mother with the Sister. Father Grimmson and Sister Lilac. Scarlet was found in a tattered old trunk with no note and no clue as to who had left him there in the first place. Sister Lilac was who had originally found him when she was arriving for the morning sermon. This was, of course, nothing new for the Sister as the church is well known for taking in any that the city has abandoned. Scarlet was accepted into the fold just as easily as any other child before him. It was Sister Lilac's idea to name him Scarlet after initially mistaking him for a girl and wishing to name him after his crimson irises. Here Scarlet grew up with his many brothers and sisters.

As the years passed by Scarlet eventually learned that the world outside the church was not as cozy and warm as Father Grimmson had told it to be many a time. To Scarlet the real world was a hard, gritty place where one had to pull down the other to survive. By the age of 10 he had practically stopped living at the Church all together. Instead he flourished in the streets as an urchin who wore nothing but the rags he could find and took anything that wasn't bolted down. Scarlet has had his fair share of hungry nights and bruises, however. The city had roughened up the perfect shell that the church wanted to mould and left Scarlet with nothing but hunger and the rags on his back. Only his pride keeping him from ever returning to the church.

When it comes to dealing with other people Scarlet isn't exactly considered to be very practical. He treats most with venomous glares and when he does actually feel like speaking it's never anything pretty or kind. Insults flow from his lips just as easily as curses which not only keeps the adults from treating him fairly but also drives away his fellow urchins. No gang wants a kid who can't listen and refuses to respect anyone around him. On his own, though, Scarlet is always looking up at the skies wondering just what it'd be like to be one of the birds that inhabit it. More than once he's caught himself daydreaming about soaring above the clouds free from all the restrictions of the world. If he had half the chance he'd never come back down to the ground where there's naught but blood and dirt.

Mirror, Fox, Key

I saw your IntChk thread and this piqued my interest. Here's what I got so far:

Scarlet Grimmson

Scarlet Grimmson

A callous youth who is always looking at the skies.

Scarlet Grimmson grew up as an orphan in a church replacing a father with the Father and mother with the Sister. Father Grimmson and Sister Lilac. Scarlet was found in a tattered old trunk with no note and no clue as to who had left him there in the first place. Sister Lilac was who had originally found him when she was arriving for the morning sermon. This was, of course, nothing new for the Sister as the church is well known for taking in any that the city has abandoned. Scarlet was accepted into the fold just as easily as any other child before him. It was Sister Lilac's idea to name him Scarlet after initially mistaking him for a girl and wishing to name him after his crimson irises. Here Scarlet grew up with his many brothers and sisters.

As the years passed by Scarlet eventually learned that the world outside the church was not as cozy and warm as Father Grimmson had told it to be many a time. To Scarlet the real world was a hard, gritty place where one had to pull down the other to survive. By the age of 10 he had practically stopped living at the Church all together. Instead he flourished in the streets as an urchin who wore nothing but the rags he could find and took anything that wasn't bolted down. Scarlet has had his fair share of hungry nights and bruises, however. The city had roughened up the perfect shell that the church wanted to mould and left Scarlet with nothing but hunger and the rags on his back. Only his pride keeping him from ever returning to the church.

When it comes to dealing with other people Scarlet isn't exactly considered to be very practical. He treats most with venomous glares and when he does actually feel like speaking it's never anything pretty or kind. Insults flow from his lips just as easily as curses which not only keeps the adults from treating him fairly but also drives away his fellow urchins. No gang wants a kid who can't listen and refuses to respect anyone around him. On his own, though, Scarlet is always looking up at the skies wondering just what it'd be like to be one of the birds that inhabit it. More than once he's caught himself daydreaming about soaring above the clouds free from all the restrictions of the world. If he had half the chance he'd never come back down to the ground where there's naught but blood and dirt.

Essence of the World: The Mending

Hey hey what happened everyone? Did ya all glue your hands together or something?

Essence of the World: The Mending

I'm so sorry for all the silence from my end and the huge delay its caused. I've been going through a mixture of writer's block and a bit of my own personal issues as of late and it has kept me from posting. However I have not died completely! Here is my post so I hope we can get the ball rolling once more.

Essence of the World: The Mending

With his new company to keep his mind off the time; breakfast was over far quicker than he had anticipated. It wasn't until he noticed the room clearing over time did he realize it was time to move with the flow. Not wanting to waste even a single scrap of food, Lucaris made sure to pick up the bone that was left over from his T-Bone steak before departing from the table after giving a quick farewell to those that were still remaining. With a small smile Lucaris exited the mess hall and began his travels through the hallways of the academy. He knew not of where he should be going, but that mattered none at all for him. For once Lucaris felt no sense of paranoia or dread with his surroundings.

The people here are far nicer than those on the outside. It's almost as if a small burden has been lifted, ya know? Ah, you wouldn't get it.

I wonder how long this false peace will last, hmm?

Lucaris payed his fragment no mind and proceeded to crack the steak bone in the middle with his powerful jaws to get into the marrow of the bone. As he slowly cleaned the bone completely of all its marrow and flecks of leftover flesh an interesting sound echoed through the halls. It sounded almost as if someone or another was locked in intense combat. The sounds reminded him of his early hunts when he was young. Lucaris quickly ran over to the nearest window and peered outside. The window overlooked an interesting sight. It was a flat site with numerous training sandbags and sparring platforms set about the area. Several students gathered around one platform in particular as two people were locked in vicious combat. After getting a better look he realized only one person was taking the fight with any seriousness and it was a student. Their opponent was the man that had greeted Karnage and the rest of the group last night towards the end of the party.

I don't understand why isn't this man striking back? Does he not fear for his life? That student clearly wants to cause him great harm for some reason, but he's just standing there dodging everything.

Those eyes just there for decoration or what, numbskull? Can't you even do a basic weighing of power? That man is far more powerful than that student. Tch, I wish he'd have found me instead of a certain little pansy. I'd be bathing in blood if someone like him wielded me.

Well why don't you just swap then, hmm? I'd be more than willing to give you to him.

Hah, you may be some hippy pansy but your hands ain't clean either. I didn't even have to convince you back then, y'know. Hey, do you still see them at night?

"Shut up!"

"Well then."

Lucaris nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a second voice behind him. A voice that sounded eerily similar to Karnage's. Yanking his claws out from the stone windowsill that he was previously giving a death-grip Lucaris turned to face the figure behind him. Low and behold the person behind didn't just sound like Karnage it was actually Karnage himself.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you. I was just, uh, just... Oh nevermind. I'm sorry but did you want something? I don't think I caught what you said earlier."

Karnage briefly explained the task he was given and gave Lucaris an offer to join him with his task. Lucaris simply nodded and told Karnage he'd consider it. He sat there completely still as he watched Karnage depart wondering why of all people that he came to him for a task such as his. Of all things to be offered to do this was one he was hesitating on. Lucaris turned back toward the window and examined the damage he had done to the windowsill. Eight holes dotted the top of the brickwork with cracks spiderwebbing across the face down to the bottom where his thumbs were moments ago. He was glad that the brickwork didn't completely shatter in his hands and hoped the damage will never be noticed. Giving the sight below the window one last glance Lucaris decided to depart and make his way towards the gymnasium.

He said to find him this afternoon, and it's nearly midday as is. It must have taken him a while to find me given I'm not exactly in a class. I'll take Karnage up on his offer, though. This'll be the perfect distraction even through I'd rather avoid killing. It's just a bit of vermin cleansing, though, nothing wrong with that.

You are the cutest little hypocrite I've ever come across, heh.