My character didn't need to go to the village for anything, so I'm waiting to post until they get back.
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7 yrs ago
A run-on sentence does not mean a long sentence.
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7 yrs ago
@Ophidian Funny thing, that was always my court.
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7 yrs ago
Nanowrimo time.
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7 yrs ago
I didn't even know Life is Strange had a prequel before Fabricant mentioned it. Going to have to pull some money out of somewhere.
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7 yrs ago
@Fabricant, I think I understand what you're saying, but it still made no sense.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Free Roleplay
"People who are more direct than me," Blake said. "That is one thing that I do not envy."
He was impressed with the human girl Bessie, who held her ground, and her spirit, against this toothless brute of a demon depleted of all power and influence. He did not seem to realize it, judging by his forthcoming mannerism. He could not blame him for being angry, as Blake would remained thoroughly pissed for some time.
"I guess I'll come with you, you seem to have yourself put together," Blake said to Bessie. "Its not like I have anything better to do, since we've got plenty of food in advance. Who knows, maybe it'll help me with these years of pent up aggression and resentment."
He was impressed with the human girl Bessie, who held her ground, and her spirit, against this toothless brute of a demon depleted of all power and influence. He did not seem to realize it, judging by his forthcoming mannerism. He could not blame him for being angry, as Blake would remained thoroughly pissed for some time.
"I guess I'll come with you, you seem to have yourself put together," Blake said to Bessie. "Its not like I have anything better to do, since we've got plenty of food in advance. Who knows, maybe it'll help me with these years of pent up aggression and resentment."
@Blizz
Something like this occurred to me before. I was wondering if that event can still be said to have happened considering LovelyAnastasia is no longer with us.
Something like this occurred to me before. I was wondering if that event can still be said to have happened considering LovelyAnastasia is no longer with us.
@BytheSpleen @Aisling
"I...am Blake," he said. "Like I said, I'm new here. And you, then. Are you new as well, or am I alone in this? Whatever it is, I can only tell you that have just arrived here, and haven't really heard about much of anything. You were planning on going to the lobby, you said? Where is that?"
"I...am Blake," he said. "Like I said, I'm new here. And you, then. Are you new as well, or am I alone in this? Whatever it is, I can only tell you that have just arrived here, and haven't really heard about much of anything. You were planning on going to the lobby, you said? Where is that?"
@BytheSpleen @Aisling
Ruomahl was now Blake. It would be hard to get used to, as a name is something one seems to become attached to, but it was not up to him. After all, he could not go around calling himself Ruomahl. He hardly looked the part. Looking at this hulking object that he was unaware of, he slowly figured out its use. It was very frustrating, as Blake's progress grueling progress seemed to grind to a near halt as he tinkered about with the strange, human-made object. Humans, lacking the power of magic, had only the imagination of magic to fuel their inventions. IT seemed that one of these inventions, the one which was before himself, was created using the methods of that cold craft, the discipline of science, to harness the power of natural phenomena and usher in the invention of this great human trinket. More to the point, he eventually read his e-mail.
Mictlantecuhtli seemed quite keen on adding to the list of disturbances he had already committed. He seemed uncaring for the grief upon which he had thrust upon Blake due to his own abrasiveness, but Blake would make him regret that. Perhaps not today, not tomorrow, not in a thousand years, but petty vengeance shall come one day. He would be required to take more than those few classes that Blake would have preferred to be enrolled in. Perhaps they did not even have a class for stick-fighting. If they did not, that would be truly disappointing.
So Blake modified his answers.
Classes: Calculus, Geometry, World History, Astronomy, Humanities, Literature
Blake would do as he would until there was a further need for this form. If they truly wanted his answers, they would come to collect. He left behind him this cesspit of mundane humdrum and slammed the door behind himself. He passed by Yosef and Bessie as he was heading towards the lobby, although he was unaware of their names at the time, and really was unaware of anything about them.
"Ah, hello you two, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Blake said. "I'm sure it will be a pleasure getting to know you both. I've only just arrived myself, so I don't have much of an idea what to do around here."
Ruomahl was now Blake. It would be hard to get used to, as a name is something one seems to become attached to, but it was not up to him. After all, he could not go around calling himself Ruomahl. He hardly looked the part. Looking at this hulking object that he was unaware of, he slowly figured out its use. It was very frustrating, as Blake's progress grueling progress seemed to grind to a near halt as he tinkered about with the strange, human-made object. Humans, lacking the power of magic, had only the imagination of magic to fuel their inventions. IT seemed that one of these inventions, the one which was before himself, was created using the methods of that cold craft, the discipline of science, to harness the power of natural phenomena and usher in the invention of this great human trinket. More to the point, he eventually read his e-mail.
Mictlantecuhtli seemed quite keen on adding to the list of disturbances he had already committed. He seemed uncaring for the grief upon which he had thrust upon Blake due to his own abrasiveness, but Blake would make him regret that. Perhaps not today, not tomorrow, not in a thousand years, but petty vengeance shall come one day. He would be required to take more than those few classes that Blake would have preferred to be enrolled in. Perhaps they did not even have a class for stick-fighting. If they did not, that would be truly disappointing.
So Blake modified his answers.
Classes: Calculus, Geometry, World History, Astronomy, Humanities, Literature
Blake would do as he would until there was a further need for this form. If they truly wanted his answers, they would come to collect. He left behind him this cesspit of mundane humdrum and slammed the door behind himself. He passed by Yosef and Bessie as he was heading towards the lobby, although he was unaware of their names at the time, and really was unaware of anything about them.
"Ah, hello you two, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Blake said. "I'm sure it will be a pleasure getting to know you both. I've only just arrived myself, so I don't have much of an idea what to do around here."
Ruomahl had thought of a good name, finally. It was settled that from that time onward Ruomhal would be Blake Lorcan Patrick. It was certainly a meaningful name, and one that described himself. Now, there were other things in which Ruomahl, now Blake, had to attend to. Oh, but most things could certainly wait for later. He was, after all, still fuming. Instead, he decided to fill out that slip of paper that there.
Name: Blake Lorcan Patrick
Age: 16
Hobbies: Chess, (Demonic) Literature
Sports: Stick-Fighting
Classes: Stick-Fighting, Chess, Calculus
Name: Blake Lorcan Patrick
Age: 16
Hobbies: Chess, (Demonic) Literature
Sports: Stick-Fighting
Classes: Stick-Fighting, Chess, Calculus
Ruomahl grabbed the folder and quickly went on his way. Upon leaving, he opened the folder and read the paper contained from within. Reading the contents, it appeared that everyone would be receiving the same amount of supplies. All the better, as he would not have to carry on him the weight of jealous from unworthy peers. It seemed that he had received an abundance of things, but he was sure that they would vanish soon enough, as he expected that they had been not too generous with him and others. He headed towards his room, and arrived there, fittingly being assigned to Room 13. The place seemed oddly spacious. He thought that for the time it would be ideal to settle down, if only for a moment. He would have to think of a name for himself.
@Aisling
"I doubt I'll be here long enough to develop my body," Ruomahl said. "Well, since you've excused us, and I can't stand to be in your presence any longer, I'll just see myself out. If you would be so kind as to point me to my room."
"I doubt I'll be here long enough to develop my body," Ruomahl said. "Well, since you've excused us, and I can't stand to be in your presence any longer, I'll just see myself out. If you would be so kind as to point me to my room."
"Drained of all our demonic powers, given delicate and debilitated bodies, a demon such as yourself should be able to handle us now," Ruomahl said. "Yet, having been so above you for so long, I cannot help but imagine that something might occur, should one of us become angry, and I am quite angry right now. But rest assured, Mictlantecuhtli, I do not mean to imply anything with my words."
All the thoughts that Ruomahl had thought had already been thoroughly thought of already, so he had no reason to think of them more. He was only sitting back, slouched back in his chair, his hands behind his head. He was thoroughly angry with the situation, and felt a pang of annoyance as well. He would prefer to be back with his friends Ishtar, Paimon, and Ronove, but he was not there. He had not been given the time to make the necessary preparations for departure, he simply departed. He also did not care for this advisor, who thought of himself so highly. There were certainly good things about the human realm, but they were unlikely to be felt while imprisoned.
All the thoughts that Ruomahl had thought had already been thoroughly thought of already, so he had no reason to think of them more. He was only sitting back, slouched back in his chair, his hands behind his head. He was thoroughly angry with the situation, and felt a pang of annoyance as well. He would prefer to be back with his friends Ishtar, Paimon, and Ronove, but he was not there. He had not been given the time to make the necessary preparations for departure, he simply departed. He also did not care for this advisor, who thought of himself so highly. There were certainly good things about the human realm, but they were unlikely to be felt while imprisoned.
RPer Name: ZB1996
Male Demon Name: Ruomahl
Human Name: Blake Lorcan Patrick
Human Age: 16
Apartment Number: 13
Sin: Envy
Position: Prince
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