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Current Just...drifting along.
6 yrs ago
The Truest and Most Ultimate Showdown has beguneth. Goofykins V.S. SpongeByrne!
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6 yrs ago
Does anyone know where I can figure out how to unfabricate memories? Asking for a friend.
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6 yrs ago
Check out our new and improved thread. Just an interest check for now, but oh boy is there so much more to come! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
8 yrs ago
Oh Bleach RP oh Bleach RP where art thou oh quality Bleach RP. Why hast thou forsaken thee? Seriously though, WHY!?!
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Oh. Heh. Funny story, appears I misread one of your posts. I guess I am up on that scene, then; I'll try to get to work this weekend.
Hmm... Planning ahead here, but would it be all right for me to just presume that I'on would simply answer the door when someone knocks? Otherwise I figure my post would be pretty short, too, having to end it after knocking... And what would he be wearing?

For one: I forgot to reply to this. My bad.

Beyond that though, you said that'd be ending the post really early, but I really enjoyed how you introduced this character and had her move to the point of knocking. Ending the post there makes it seem like an interesting pivotal turning point in her life. Pulls me in more than if there was more, I think. Anywho, I will endeavor to make some time to reply. Should be within a week. I tend to reply when I have days off, which fluctuates (the when of it does at least). If I feel that it's draggin on I'll just work on a post when I have work before I go or after I get home.

Also, I do plan--at some point in the near-ish future--to introduce a second character. I had a Deigan lass that I wanted to play a while back, which I discussed somewhat with you and somewhat with @Shienvien. I find that I still want to play her, if only to explore more of this fantastic world you've built :)
Alright, so, @Decoy is gonna be going over sheets with me for this iteration. So send your stuff to him as well.


Oops. Will make new PM with him in it as well.
audun iaessar. . . . . . . . . . . . .
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“I serve the Rezā Liaesma and in turn it serves me as well. I have always wondered why.”
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N A U D U N L I A E S S A R
Now-dune Lea-sahr

Two-hundred-thirty-one Male Bound-Human Elite Sentinel
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Standing at 5'9 and weighing in at roughly 200 lbs without his armor, Naudun is a well muscled, if weathered man. His red, unruly hair and prismatic eyes give him a striking countenance, especially when coupled with his somewhat gaunt features and piercing gaze. Altogether, Naudun gives off the air of a weather man used to holding power, despite being detached from it. There is an aloofness about him and he carries it wherever he goes.
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Swapping to Shatterpoint to help break the tie.
@Dark Jack Um...honestly the only thing I'd be able to post would be a fairly mundane and rather boring "I'on wakes up the next morning, makes food, and begins preparing himself and his shop for his long long absence.

It would be kind of...dull to write, and probably about as dull to read if I'm being frank about it. I'd much rather he be woken up by someone pounding on his door or something equally as annoying (to I'on. It's amusing seeing him annoyed to be honest).

Soooo....
Decoy.
Damn, looks like I didn't get a PM this year. I am cry. I thought we were buddies @Rilla
eates Ϩaerne. . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴠ ᴀ ɴ ι s ʜ ι ɴ ɢ ʙ ᴜ ᴛ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ғ ʟ ʏ
“Takin’ down quotes for the yearbook, mmm? Well, make sure ya give me something witty. I’d hate to come off all offkilter. What? You’re writing this down? Give me that!”
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R E A T E S S A E R N E
Ree-eights Say-ern

One-hundred-thirty-five Male Human Irish
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Reates walks with confidence in his step, a grin on his lips, and a mischievous glint in his lively green eyes. He stands at 5'11 and has a hardy, somewhat muscular build, neither overly bulky nor particularly lean. A pair of spectacles typically rest on the bridge of his nose, filtering the strange glow from his eyes.
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Still around. Uh. I would request that I'on get at least a night of sleep (5-8 hours at least). Beyond that, feel free to knock at his door (a normal knock wouldn't wake him at this point tbh. He's pretty damn tired).

If you'd like to not drop one of your characters, I could always have that mage/sorceress character I discussed with you and Shien (in passing and in some detail) show up. Use her as an NPC/NJC for a bit till I have a proper CS for her (as I do still want to play her tbh).

But yeah, I'm with Rhae and you. Let the show go on! Can't wait to see what we get into next ^_^
Lilliana Merrycure


Reaching the fallen mast, Lilliana hopped over it, spinning to see Crabbe floor Saban...and then be promptly grabbed and crushed. Even knowing they'd been enemies, she winced at each horrible crack. When he hit the ground she barely managed to suppress the incredible urge to heal him. She had to focus, Saban first, and then she could give him a syringe. Watching him grab up various detritus, she yelled out, “Take cover!”

At the same time she ducked behind the fallen mast, taking shelter. B-MO continued to help her tinker. They needed something to take down this beast, but how?

Once the hail of improvised grapeshot had run its course, she poked her head up, even as B-MO extracted what appeared to be a highly modified grappling hook. It sparked with electricity, little bolts arcing to hit anything metal nearby. It looked like a combination of her anti-cannon launcher and her grappling hook. The “hook” had nine “claws” on it, each in a grouping of three. The device was designed to shoot them separately, but it could shoot them all at once too. Glancing at the wrench-man, and the rest of her crew, Lilliana knew that there was no way she could pull this off on her own.

Thus, she pushed herself to action, dashing at top speed, B-MO forming protective armor that was somewhat thicker on whatever part of her was nearest Saban—though she gave him a decent berth so she might have time to react. Whenever she got near someone she would speak, telling them to hamper and distract Saban to the best of their ability.

She kept her weapon ready, holding the heavy implement in the hand furthest from Saban. She held it with ease, though it looked several times heavier than her frame would imply she could handle. It was a good thing that looks could be deceiving.

Taking a risk, as she noted the cannons on the Rum Runner being positioned, she launched into action.

Hoping that the others would have her back, she jumped upwards, throwing herself 20 feet into the air towards the second, smaller, mast. It was 40 feet from Saban, but that was fine, it didn't need to be close. Using one of her metallic claws she hooked into the mast and then continued upwards until she was at the top.

She turned towards Saban from the top, crouched, liquid metal flowing over her legs, increasing their power, before she kicked off. The top of the mast was blasted to pieces by the force of her movement and she was rocketed upwards and in Saban's direction. B-MO refocused around her as armor, she aimed her Grappling Cannon, and fired the first shot from above and behind Saban. It was aimed to strike, and pierce, his arm, the weight and momentum enough to have it slam downwards and dig into the deck even after hitting—if it hit.

Her arc continued in the air, passing her over Saban, and she fired the second hook. She was aiming for Saban's arm, but the wind threw off the attack somewhat, sending it past the front of his body—if he didn't dodge—and instead heading right for his upper leg, where it would hopefully do much the same as it had to the arm.

She fired the third shot at the top of the Rum Runner's mast, and then reeled that one in, activating the electrical generator in the weapon in the same moment.

Powerful volts of electricity channeled through the metal wires and to the grappling hooks—hopefully--lodged in Saban's flesh.

If it worked she'd grin widely, marveling at her own shocking genius as she landed on the side of the Rum Runner's mast, hooking a claw into the wood as the hook detached. Hopefully her nakama could take care of the rest.
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