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26 days ago
I'm back, I got a new Halloween-ish avatar, and I'm ready to catch up on writing~
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Is there any better feeling than tsumo after a kan, and the dora turns out to be the four tiles you just called? I think not.
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1 yr ago
It's so fun to make random OCs for an RP I will probably never run
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1 yr ago
"As usual, I've been doing online roleplay, and having a blast with women in their 30's exhausted from working too much."
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Went to an fan convention yesterday after a three year break from them. I forgot how much I love seeing people's creativity, and how fun making even a simple costume is!
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21+ | UTC-5 | Casual Roleplayer | 1x1's: Closed

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Hello! I'm Yankee.
I'm usually down for pretty much anything: action, adventure, romance, horror, taboo, comedy, smut, gore, slice-of-life, etc.
I like cute, fun stories just as much as dark, gross, traumatic (for character) stories. I enjoy creating original characters for RP,
but I get as much enjoyment writing as canon characters in fandom-based games!
On that note I like comic books, cartoons, and videogames. I'm also very into cosplay and art!

I am a very slow writer, so my preferred posting pace is once per week or less. I usually post on weekends.
I like to have fun while writing, so I prefer relaxed partners who don't take things too seriously.
Remember: fiction =/= reality.

Feel free to PM me to chat!
However I do not check PMs immediately. Might take me a day or two... or ten to get back to you.



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Interested! I already have a character forming in mind.
Ace Cadet & Frog
Word Count: 1261 (+3 exp)
Level: 6 - Total EXP: 32/60
Level: 1 - Total EXP: 5/10
Location: Edge of the Blue: Limsa Lominscuttle

Cadet took the frog warrior’s hand with a grin, giving it a quick enthusiastic shake up and down. He wasn’t all too surprised that Frog hadn’t spotted Hat Kid, she could be fast and crafty after all, but the hunter was still glad to accept a guide to her last known location.

“I’m called the Ace Cadet!” he told Frog, mimicking the other’s introduction. That was the title he was most comfortable with anyway. After a brief moment of thinking about how the others addressed him, he added, “Nicknames are okay too.” The sooner the group got back together and up to speed the better, so Cadet didn’t waste any time with the helpful newcomer. “I appreciate your help, Frog. Lead the way!”

"Very well." Frog humbly nodded then turned opposite of the direction he had been planning to go, yet he had Ace Cadet to help now and he believed in doing so he would be doing what his friend Cyrus would have done. "So tis Ace Cadet thine real name or thy honorific?" the amphibian swordsman asked as he walked, staying at Ace Cadet's flank.

"That's the second time I've been asked that today," the young man laughed, recalling his conversation earlier with Kamek at the marketplace. "Where I'm from, everyone goes by titles." He didn't elaborate anymore, if he did he'd be debating with himself if he should be going by "A-Lister" or something since his position change... or picking up a 'normal name,' since apparently the customs in his world were weird. "Doesn't seem like it's that common in other worlds though. Oh, as far as worlds go..."

He looked at Frog. "You're familiar with the city you said, yeah? Are you from Limsa?" Being that the guy was literally part amphibian and surrounded by water in the city, Cadet wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. "Gaurdia twas my home but I hath traveled Limsa for quite a time," he told Ace as Limsa's more bustling city center disappeared from sight. It seemed just like every where else they'd traveling, people are scattered about far from where they originally were from. Still, everyone in Limsa Lominscuttle so far was so welcoming and helpful, no matter if they were true locals or not. It made Cadet feel even more so that the Blue Team's current strategy of dealing with tempest at sea was the right one.

As they drew closer to the Hatchery, they kept up the conversation.

"Are you an adventurer? You've got that groovios sword and armor. Do you know anything about that reviving enemy fleet the navy's been taking on? Or..." A glance out toward the water, through the white brick buildings of city showed a dark and stormy ocean in the distance. "What about the Bottomless Sea?" Following Ace Cadet's gaze the amphibious swordsman looked out to the vast open ocean that looked dark and dangerous. "I hath little to no experience upon the ocean blue," Frog admitted then turned back to Ace and drew his blade. "My sword is Masamune the legendary sword of antiquity," the blade shone in the sunlight and in the reflection Frog saw himself as he was before his transformation for just a second.

While it was unfortunate that Frog couldn't offer insight into their objectives, the topic the warrior quickly switched to was one near and dear to the Cadet's heart: equipment. He let out an oooooh sound, admiring the blade as the pair stopped off to one side of the path they were on. "Do you mind?" The redhead asked, holding his hand out to accept the blade if Frog let him inspect it. Frog held the blade out to Ace but hesitation stayed his hand. "Twas given to me by an old friend," finally he extended it to Ace Cadet. "Thine blade tis my destiny," Frog said as he handed the broadsword over.

Cadet nodded, carefully taking the sword to give it a closer look. It was well made; the blade itself sleek and simple while the hilt and guard had a little more flair to them. Masamune was a solid weapon for sure. Though the hunter wasn't one for equipment sentimentality, he nonetheless handled the sword gently in respect to Frog's feelings about it. When he handed it back to the amphibian warrior, Cadet seemed content, if a bit confused. "That's a nice sword for sure. What do you mean it's your destiny...?"

Frog took the weapon in his gloved hand and gripped the hilt as he slid Masamune back into his scabbard. "Cyrus my mentor and friend bequeathed it to me before he was killed." as they walked Frog slowed his pace and looks to the ocean. "I was to use it in protection of Guardia's royal family but," Frog gestured around them with his hands "Now there is no Guardia and the blade has lost it's twin spirits Masa and Mune." sighing he looped his thumbs through his belt. Cadet nodded along with his explanation. He certainly wasn't the first troubled soul the group had met. Frog's mention of the blade's spirits piqued the Cadet's interest again, and the hunter thought to himself that he'd have to ask about that. A sword being able to be fed spirits would be the most radalos thing ever. However, the warrior made another mention of a royal family, and it brought a certain other royal to his mind. He didn't have time to get distracted over a cool sword and it's tragic backstory, he had a quest to complete!

"Speaking of royal families, I should find Hatty and get back to the princess," Cadet said, more to himself than to Frog. He glanced ahead, finding the path familiar looking - but then again, it was the same pale passage as all the others in Limsa. He looked at Frog before speaking again. "I can introduce you to her if you want, but I don't know if she'd know anything about a masa or a mune."

Frog considered Ace Cadet's offer then nodded "Aye your offer tis gracious I shalt accept it." The amphibious swordsman slowed pace noting the passage ahead. "Thine spirits Masa and Mune arte blade in living form," he explained "Naught thoust typical spirits." Frog said with confidence as he knew that the two entities truly were unique but stopping short of boring the red haired warrior with tales of old the swordsman decided it best he save that story for another time.

The duo approached the Hatchery. From inside, the sounds of various animals could be heard. Squawking, growling... shouting? The voice was muffled through the brick and heavy wooden door, but it definitely sounded like a human being. Frog and Cadet looked at each other, then one quickly opened the door while the other sprang inside. Luckily it didn't seem like there was any particular danger present. Instead, the pair found an upset looking woman surrounded by all kinds of sky traveling wildlife, as well as the girl Cadet had been looking for. Although their barging in was a little awkward, Cadet pushed on through and spoke up, waving to Hat Kid.

"Hey, there you are! We're all gonna meet up, share news." He beckoned the girl over, and should she comply, introductions were in order. "This is Frog, he's gonna come along with us to meet the princess. By the way," he lowered his voice slightly, glancing toward the woman before he looked back at Hat Kid and cupped a hand on one side of his mouth. "Any luck here?"


Word Count: 646 (+1 exp)
Level: 3 - Total EXP: 2/30
Location: Sandswept Sky: Vah Naboris

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The easy out of the pyramid was a more than welcome end to the thieve's little escapade inside it - and with Naboris quickly approaching, getting back to the group was even easier. Primrose supposed either the advance team succeeded and they were finished with the lakeside battleground now, or they failed and were making a direct getaway. She'd find out soon enough.

As soon as they stepped onto the camel, the wolfos went to reunite with it's master. Mona was also quick to announce their return and introduce Alibaba to the group. The very much expanded group. Mercenaries of all shapes gathered close together, chatting and introducing themselves. Primrose blinked, slow and deliberate. The times of cozy desert car rides were over, now they had a giant construct filled with even larger personalities. I take it they really were successful then, Primrose thought. She glanced backward at Lakeside, where glimpses of people could still be seen and dim noises still sounded. ...in one way or another.

Usually at this time Primrose would go off somewhere like Joker and Alibaba had - stand off to one side, lean against something and think to herself, more than content to leave the spotlight when she wasn't explicitly looking to stand under it. However, she stayed nearby to the others, the original yellow team. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but the newcomers they'd picked up while she was away were not only still under Galeem's control, but up until that point they'd been happy to battle each other over and over. Those facts didn't exactly lend themselves well to being excited for new teammates. Primrose eyed the lot of them, and only felt slightly foolish when everyone that glanced over and met her stare gave her a smile and greeting.

Just slightly. One could never be too careful.

With some healthy suspicion alive and well within Primrose, the dancer followed Mona over to where Midna was settled. "It will be a shame to lose this," she chimed in, sparing a few moments to look around at Naboris' interior. "Mona won't be able to carry all of us anymore either."

As far as "all of us" went, were they going to take this whole group to the mountain? If they left a few with Naboris and tried to send it back to the Alcamoth, would that prove problematic? Surely they couldn't usurp it without that woman, Urbosa's, know-how. If that was the case, sending them away into the waiting arms of a dozens of free people willing to throw hands might be a very good idea.

"If we must abandon it, I think your idea of sending it back is a good one," she said, her brows furrowing slightly from her previous thoughts. Ultimately, giving her opinion is not why she approached the imp though. Primrose willed a smile onto her face before she looked at Midna again. "Thank you, by the way. Your hound was very helpful."

While Midna floated away to speak with Fox, Primrose thought about going to find one of the others that had been at Lakeside to get a more detailed story. Before she could make any move, she was intercepted by a tall, angular, and heavily accented man with a strange contraption on his back. One of the new recruits, gathering "medical information" as it were. He was far from the caregiver Primrose had grown to know during her own travels, and his enthusiasm was a little... creepy. She'd been looked at like she was a piece of meat before, but not quite like this. She hesitated, before releasing a long sigh out through her nose. Beggars can't be choosers... and we could use a healer or two. "Primrose, human female," she said, humoring the man, "Just the usual with me... though I prefer a hands off approach to healing if possible, doctor."

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"That is a good saying."

The voice was smooth and even; and tinted with warmth it pushed it's way through the cold air easily. The largest passenger in the wagon, standing taller than even the horses that drew it, was a half-orc woman named Dular. She carried no family name, only her epithet: succorer. Her orcish blood was quite obvious in her thick ashen skin, long knobby ears, and of course the tusks that poked out of her mouth even while her lips were closed. Despite her title, these traits of hers unnerved many - this Dular was not unaware of. Anytime the carriage driver glanced back at their motley party, Dular evenly met his gaze with a toothy smile. The man wisely said nothing.

If any of the others were uncomfortable with her presence, they did a good job of pretending otherwise. Though Dular chose to believe they weren't. After all, the other women were comprised of scholars and survivors, both the kind of person who knew there were much worse things in this world than someone with pointy teeth and a temper.

As they approached Auonar and the women all roused, Dular pointed an appreciative face in Entyrea's direction. It was a good saying after all, "knowledge is power." She'd have to bring that back to her tribe. Ilneval knew they needed some brain power to go along with their brute strength focused culture. Some kind of popular tagline like that might inspire a few more studious types to emerge. But, that was something to think about in the future. For now, Dular joined the others in looking ahead at the familiar fortress city.

She met eyes with the driver again.

"If weather is killing you Gudrik, seek out tribe. We have the good healing hands," she said, wiggling her fingers at him. Teasing out of the way, Dular leaned back in her seat, comfortable to stay put until the carriage came to a stop. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a content puff of air, breath crystallizing in the cold. Then, she looked down at Chip beside her. "After hibernation like that, you will be needing food," she told him. Apparently she was in good humor today, frigid wind doing nothing to damper her mood. "We all share a meal together before more business, hm?"
Baked goods? You have my attention

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Ames was wont to bounce around from thing to thing, idea to idea, and she was torn between the lax behavior of the dog-man, his sniffing around in her space, and the sudden escalation with the hammer guy and Mags. Even with the rest of the guy's party members doing nothing hostile, Ames still tensed - ready to jump in and fight with her friend if need be. It didn't come to that however, the more level headed of the strangers convincing him to back off.

While the situation was deescalating, Ames let out a sigh. Somehow the tension of not knowing whether she'd be getting into a battle or not was more stressful than the fighting itself... and that was like the third time today of it. She shot a glare towards Magpie after the other girl's comment, silently telling her not to mention it. 'Cause yeah that was pretty weird, but the shifter was, well, dog-like now - and Ames did approach him first, so she couldn't exactly be upset with him about it.

With discussion over, the party made to leave. Ames crossed her arms over her chest, taking a little offense at the shifter's (named Mich, apparently) assumption.

"We're not...! Augh, whatever," she sighed. "But yeah, you're right, we should get out of here. Thanks. Oh - " Ames brought up the game's menus, sending Mich a friend request on a whim. They seemed like a competent party, even including the quick tempered hammer wielder. The red head nodded at the group as they left, and let out an even bigger sigh once she and Mags were alone again in the upended chamber.

"Jeez... hope they escaped," she said, walking back over the Magpie. "The dog guy... he said something about unlocking a class? Do you think we somehow completed some pre-reqs?"

Speaking of classes, she'd learned that trans-morphing your face into a dog's was "basic Shaman stuff." Once again Ames brought up the UI, looking to send a quick message to Lew along the lines of "hey you might want to look into becoming a Shaman!" only to see that Lew was currently dead. And he wasn't the only one.

"What the - Lew and Raime are dead! Why does this keep happening?" Seriously, when would they all learn to just stick together?!
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