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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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Lilliana Merrycure

Letting go of her weapon right before it was pulled from her grip by Saban, Lily mentally willed liquid metal down her body. It encapsulated her legs and waist, then back, reinforcing her spine, hips, and legs significantly, before some of it shot out down below her as she neared the ground. The material slowed her descent, and when she struck it pooled out in small waves that eddied away from her, before pulling back inwards and reconstituting as two arms on her back.

The cannons went off moments later and she grinned as she heard their impact. Turning to face Saban, body sideways, her arms split so she had four clawed metallic appendages, plus the metal claws on her own hands. She stared down the cloud of debris, ready to act if necessary, but as Krabbe acted it became unnecessary. Quickly their adversary fell, finally spent, and she—after several seconds—let herself relax.

Taking stock of the situation she looked at former enemies and her nakama, before nodding to herself. Deftly tiny tendrils of metal reached into her bag and extracted a number of syringes. Glancing at the boney visage of her favorite crewmate, Lily smiled and headed in his direction. The boy, having his priorities well in order, situated Caesar on a bed of flora before addressing her, and then Krabbe.

As he turned to speak to the bounty hunter, Lily's smile shifted, a certain pride coming into her eyes. She was happy to see how her little FJ was turning out. He was such a good kid.

Taking a moment to watch before she turned to Caesar in earnest, Lily considered how damaged Krabbe's ship was, then shrugged to herself slightly as she exhaled. Calming her nerves quickly as she shifted into a more focused state, the world around her began to pale and dull around her. Eyes grazing over Caesar she found the ideal location and then gave him a shot from her Syringe, retrieving bandages and some salve from her pack. She fixed up his various scratches and bruises somewhat, making sure he was taken care of, before she gingerly picked him up with her metallic arms and hopped onto one of the few pieces of intact railing. She glanced back at Bonesword and Krabbe, “Well fought,” she said, a measure of respect in her tone, before she turned her gaze specifically to Bonesword. “I'll be on the Runner, FJ. Don't be long, okay sweetheart?” She beamed at him like only a mother could, winked, and then turned away.

Bending her knees, she then released the tension, jumping up and forwards, landing on the deck of the Rum Runner moments later. Caesar, even if he hadn't been unconscious, would hardly feel the movement as she took special care not to jostle him at all.

Frowning slightly at the oil and other detritus spread about the ship, she shook her head and sighed as she made her way below deck and found a place to lay Caesar down to rest. Once he was situated, with water by his bunk, a pillow under his head, blanket tucked around him neatly, and weapons nearby, but not too near, she headed out of his room.

She headed above deck, going straight for Boone and hugged him without explanation. “I'm glad you're okay,” she said, stepping away and wiping a small tear of happiness, before ruffling Slick's hair a moment later. “You too. Of course you will be helping with the ship's repairs mister. Oh, by the way, where's Feya?” There was a note of worry in her voice and a glimmer of anxiety in her bright eyes.

She hoped their doctor was okay.
I've got tomorrow (Tuesday as promised) off. So I'll be able to cook up a post.
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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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. . . . . . . . . . . . .
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“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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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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