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3:46pm Feb 25 2010 (last edited on 10:56am Feb 27 2010)
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OoC: *shoots ye with a rubber band* :D
Well. I'mma have to think of something to do for you. ;o *plots things*
Yes I did. xD I kept trying too hard to be epic - having Vash be a bumbling fool with his secrets stuck on the tip of his tongue.. It just doesn't work for him. He prefers a basketball anyway. 8D
Hrm. Maybe I didn't word that right. x3 I think I was trying for happy-go-lucky - just didn't come to mind at the time. Ces is definitely a quieter character than she was then, yet not overly quiet. It suits her.
*edits* Oh lard. I can't believe I actually did that.. xDD I had made Vash point in a random direction and say, 'Look, a distraction!' then run off.
Ahh. Almost halfway done cleaning up the posteh headers.. Should be able to put that thread up in the first post or something soon. P: And then get to work on the second and third threads. xD
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10:15am Feb 26 2010
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OOC: Owee. ;( Why'd you do that, u n00b? Ogfm im gonna hvae 2 kill u now. >8C *kills* Noo, yoshay. No presents plzkthxbai. Your last gift almost caused an accident here. xDDDD Lolololol. Ahh... anyways, you succeeded. :3 You portray the Trigun chaps very well. Nono, it's alright. :o I don't mind what people think of her. Yah, I like a variation of characters... It's fun trying to imagine the world from different people's perspectives. ^^ But age matters a bit, too. It doesn't always work if a sixteen-year-old has the wisdom of a sixty-year-old, or superyoung characters are all... mature and mysterious. Although... Sarjas might be mature, but he's not mysterious. At all. xDD He's a bit of a clumsy twit, sometimes... I should do a 'RelloHurjad post... but eh. Kitte wants. ;_;
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11:42pm Feb 26 2010 (last edited on 11:03am Feb 27 2010)
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OoC: You asked for one of us to shoot you. xD
Awe. Hokaiii.
Well thankyee. x3 I certainly love playing them, even though it seems a bit crazy that I've stuck with the same series this entire time, never making up a single character for myself. Eh.
... I just realised I've made a blunder with a sequence of events. I'd had Vash tell Kit at one point that all the Guns were dead, yet all but Dominique are perfectly alive now. x3 Oh, how mangled our timeline is~
Suddenly I'm wondering why I stopped looking through the forest. xD I just found both Raphaele (I'd be having such a bigger Turtles geek-out if not for the extra E) and queenfan. And I also just discovered that, surprisingly, the name Donut is free. I snatched it up. :D
Hm. I just noticed you finished your Cesposteh. But maybe I should wait for Halm to respond. x3 Meanwhile, I'm going to revel in the glitch's disappearance and fix all my previous postehs~ |
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11:05am Feb 27 2010
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OOC: I never. D8 Why'd I do that? That's just silly. Just go on Matchmaking and jeer at someone with really high EXP if you wanna get shot.. >.> Honestly, yosh... Eh. All of a sudden, I wanna reintroduce Chiefy. xD After going over The Fall of Reach again, I think I can relate to him better than I used to... Eh. I might not, though. And besides, yosh, I really like roleplaying with RWCs. :3 Yah. xD I used to be a Turtles geek. :D Leo was my favourite, if I can remember... the blue one... Imma sit and wait and look all funny-lookin'. ^^ *plomps self down*
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6:38pm Feb 27 2010 (last edited on 2:37pm Feb 28 2010)
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OoC: xD I probably wouldn't even have to do that; I can hardly handle a single Fludz.
Where the heck did the Chief go, anyway? o3o Far as I can recall, he just.. poofed or something.
Yah, that's Leo. I'm not really sure whom my favorite is.. probably either Raph or Mikey. x3
Hurr. I finally finished with our initial thread. It's readable without having to scroll through all those fat headers! |D Just need to find a good site for uploading documents, and I'll stick it in the first post or something.. |
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2:36pm Feb 28 2010
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10:45am Mar 1 2010 (last edited on 11:54am Mar 1 2010)
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OOC: Oh? Well, OK then. Just go on Campaign and say, "I've, like, got the coordinates for Earth's location! 8D" to a Fludz, and you'll attract them like Fludz to something they can eat. I gave Chiefzlington to Kitte 'cause she nagged, and then she left almost instantly. xD So, technically, I didn't kill him. Kitte did. Blame her. *points* Yah, Mikey was Kitte's favourite too. :3 I was really into Turtles, I even made my own mutant animal and all... a grey she-cat called Cleopatra, since they all seemed to be named after famous peoples. xD I was into cats back then. Well done. ^^
xDDD The school Librarian is epic. 'Cause it's St David's Day (national Welsh special... day x3), the first three forms in school today were in the Hall for... eh, I don't know the English word. "Eisteddfod". And since my Year weren't allowed near the Hall today, I just lingered in the library... and Miss Library was playing that Rick Roll tune. xDDD She's great. "Never gonna give you up, never gona... blah, blah, blah." I forgot the words.
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2:32pm Mar 2 2010
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OOC: Reit. Time from a 'Rello-Hurjad post... Give you guys somethin' to read.  tle="Kiss" /> ... Don't ask about the smiley. xD The kentracha's face silently contorted into an ugly snarl as he soundlessly watched the flying figure dart after his brother, quite helpless from his crouched-down point. Infuriated at his sibling's carelessness, he allowed himself a tiny, icy hiss as soon as the newcomer was out of his keen line of sight, and slowly arose. The stupid prat! he seethed. Just couldn't resist flashing his tail-feathers, could he? But a few seconds after his curse, a small thought prodded his mind. Unlike the open persistence of a normal Soul-Animal, however, this new mental sensation was very... aloof. The bodyless creature inside Hurjad's mind was almost totally withdrawn, except for a small, expressionless murmur of: Remember the mission.
Nodding once in response, Hurjad replied verbally, "I hear yah." He then turned, face cleared again, and began to climb up the canyon wall. The chilly night air would normally have made his skin crawl, but, just for the occasion, he swiftly covered his body in a coating of oily black feathers - as obsidian as his normal scaly texture, but lacking the indigo sheen of his impressive quills, which stood particularly tall at the shoulders. He climbed, the only effort being to keep his bulky body even and steady as his tail swung uncontrolably beneath him, and Hurjad slithered out over the edge. In the distance, he could see the humanoid flying high in the blue-black sky. It was thanks to the moons alone that the kentracha could actually make out anything - with each shimmer of knives, the stranger became easier and easier to notice in the glittering gloom of the heavens above. His lips arose and curled slightly in a unnattractive, unpleasant scowl. There was no sign of his brother. Furiously beating his rounded wings as best as he could, Berello sped through the sky at an impressive speed - yet not as fast as he'd liked, which was the immense pace his falcon form could go. But his owl body had one advantage - his night vision. As a daytime bird, making the now-endangered flight through the night sky and over the frightening, writhing blackness of the canyon below, would have been much harder. It was one thing trying to escape the clutches of a predator, with one strongly-supported belief as to what would become of him if captured, and another entirely to do so without the proper optical abilities. Especially since good sight was essential in succeeding to escape something. I'm not going to get any faster, he thought despairingly, but with a small sliver of hope. He glanced down at the twisting patterns of the rocks down below, his stomach lurhcing slightly at the immense solidness of its prime colour - black. To him, it looked like a bottomless pit, or the terrifying gloom that awaited the deep-sea-faring creatures of his homeworld. Infinite and endless. I'll get caught eventually. So.... only one thing for it... With an unexpected flip of his wings, the owl made a swift dive towards the jet-black, writhing pattern of the canyon down below, his innards protesting in discomfort at the unexpected adaptation in his flight. He shot down - a small, oval-shaped arrow speeding towards the impenetrable gloom, thankfully untouched by the glacial light provided by the moons. He hoped to lose his pursuor in the confusing bowels of the canyon. And that the stranger didn't have night vision, too.
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11:13pm Mar 2 2010 (last edited on 3:17pm Mar 3 2010)
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Ooc; *Slips in* I have always been tempted to post on here 8D This is like, the most popular roleplay ever ^^ From my point of view, anyway. |
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6:32am Mar 3 2010 (last edited on 6:10am Mar 4 2010)
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OoC: Right. I have twenty minutes to posteh. o3o *gets to it*
... I'm tempted to ask anyway. xD
Ohai there. ;O Random Roleplay feels special now. Knives frowned at the sudden maneuver, and he almost stopped dead in the air, like a stray cat that had lost one of the big-eared desert mice that so loved to gather near towns down a hole. But rather than a-ssuming defeat so quickly, left to wait yet again for his own prey to arise, he made to dive after the owl, despite the danger of the crags below.
Once he was surrounded by the darkness, it was quickly made apparent that his flashy wings were a bit too much; he was both slowed and terribly unbalanced by the scraping of various blades along the rocky spires. So, he pulled them in. This left the Plant freefalling, with his feet stuck out beneath him, ready to catch him in case any rock decided to come and meet him.
Hopefully he would find the bird before that.
OoC: Ah. Not too great, but I should be hurrying to get ready for school now. It gets the point across. x3
OoC: Again, fixed up and moved. x3 I really should stop trying to write my postehs in the mornings with only a few minutes left.
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9:58am Mar 3 2010
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OOC: Hur hur. My dogs are wrestling over a manky old mouse toy... I expect it's 25% dirt now, though. xD The RR is popular? :o But only us three actually roleplay in it... Still. Cool. :3 We're celebbies now~ *puts on le Neo-shades* Eh. Edit later. I wanna check out Wavidged Sky first. ^^
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3:13pm Mar 3 2010
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ooc: I wanna ask something incredibly stupid after like, 57 pages. *Puppy eyes* May I join? XDD I so don't care if it's a no, just wondering ^^ |
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4:14pm Mar 3 2010 (last edited on 4:53pm Mar 3 2010)
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OoC: A'course, ye Mouse. ;D New people are always welcome.. even if most of the people who ask end up disappearing again almost instantly. xD I've come to think we must be scaring them off somehow. And it's not much, but just a few days ago I updated the first post's little summary thing, if that'll help. Just a brief recalling of recent events. P:
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4:03am Mar 4 2010
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Ooc; ;D Thankies 8) Should I post a bio or something? :) |
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6:10am Mar 4 2010 (last edited on 6:22am Mar 4 2010)
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OoC: Hmm.. we don't usually do bios. xD Keeps it all.. mysterious-like. You can just jump in somewhere. ;o And y'know, I just realised I don't have anything that would let you know what everyone looks like, 'least not without trying to describe them all. Maybe I should try gathering some of our drawings together. x3
Neh. I'mma fix Knivesy's last bit.. It's junky. x3 I wish I had Nias' mad skillz. How does she manage so much epic in so little time? *works on this for liek, hours* Much bettar. |D The sudden maneuver of the silhouette below him almost made Knives stop dead in the air, like a cat that had lost something down a hole, left to either wait for its eventual resurface or to simply walk away in disappointment. But it was unlikely that the bird would risk taking flight again, and walking away in defeat only ended in starvation. Knives refused to let the owl go, not without at least giving a Hell of an effort to follow. So, just as quickly as his target had, the Plant fell into a sharp (... literally xD) dive, his wings' slicings echoing throughout the canyon more than ever as he let the darkness below swallow him in its apparent nothingness. But it was quickly made obvious that even nothing had its tight spaces. The numerous shzzzt sounds were suddenly replaced by an overwhelming, grating one - a high screech, terribly similar to the angered scream that had thundered in the deserts just a short while ago. It was the sound of metal on rock - short-lived, but aggravating enough. One of Knives' wings had hit the side of one of the many rock pillars around him, momentarily grinding along the surface that was invisible but all too real. And not only did the contact slow him up, but it threw him off-balance, threatening to send him tumbling like a simple grain of sand caught in a windstorm. Possibly a dead grain of sand, soon. The first solution that came to mind was to pull his wings in, the snap-decision leaving him to freefall, only protected against any rock that might come to introduce itself by his legs below him. They were likely a thin cushion against such a threat; hopefully he would find (or fall on xD) the bird first.
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9:58am Mar 4 2010
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OOC: Mmmmmoooouuusssiiieee~ *scoops up* You're one mousy this bird ain't eating~ So far, none of my origies have permanent appearances, Mousie. xD So I'll just describe them to ya. Well, one, at least... the other two are still mighty anonymous in human physicality... >3> I'll come back on later, and make a story post eventually. D: I promise. <3
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12:58pm Mar 4 2010
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OOC: New post. My computer's hordibbly slow; just opening my previous posty to edit it seems like a nightmare. D8 *reads* Loverly summary, yosh! :D But reading your reference to Halo makes me feel like a traitor. ;_; I've betrayed the Master Chief Petty Officer First Cl*censored*. I transferred him to somebody else, and now he's all dead... Hrmf. I might re-introduce him 'gain. :D And it doesn't matter if he runs out of the ammos - he can fight with a hand-to-hand based system, he'll still win. :D And Gunsmoke isn't called Gunsmoke for no reason, no?
Hur hur. What do you get if the school starts selling little woolly ducks/chicks for one quid directed towards a cancer research thingy, that contain Creme Eggs? MADNESS! Kitte bought five, Nias two, and I one. Then we stuffed them into Nias' lunchbox while we ate our lunchies, and people gave us alamed looks when they spotted all these little knitted, cheepy faces gathered in a lunchbox~ I called mine Kurt, but his ribbon's gone missing. D: Gosh, the looks people gave us... xDDD
The (OOC: Almost wrote Knives... xD The Knives. The Millions Knives~) owl's pursuor was a mix between too quick and not quick enough. He'd sped down slow enough so that Berello was still beyond his grasp - but his accidental collision with the stone pillars had resulted in a trying-to-steady-himself Haran swerving into the direction of one invisible canyon slab. He could practically feel the air coming off the falling stranger's form, almost hear his very breath... With a small shriek, the bird half-crashed into the sandy ledge, and bounced off. The starry sky was directly above him one moment, and then the unseen ground flew up to meet his exposed back. Pain seared through his skull like a hammer's blow, and the split-second distraction from concentrating on staying bird-formed snapped the strength he'd stored to stay in this body like thin twine. One bounce later, and he was rolling on the ground from the uncontrolable energy ogf his crash-landing in his humanoiod form, his head ringing and his left arm hurting - although, by the time he'd come to a stop, his whole damn body felt bruised. His once-blue eyes were tightly sealed in his grimace of pain, which contorted the smooth, pale skin on his face. He lifted one long-fingered hand and covered his eyes, counting his heartbeats. One. Two. Three. Still alive, thank god. Hurt, but still alive... Remembering the purpose of the escape, he glanced in the direction of the audible newcomer, and rolled to his feet. Well, no point trying to run now. Not only would his attempt at an escape not provide a useful head-start, but his body ached too much, and the thought of flying again so soon caused a small wave of nausea to wash through his already-pained head. Better find out what this weirdo wanted, rather than run off again like the jumpy deer he was. Literally, too. Despite the place looking so dark from above, it didn't look as bad from the ground. The immense moonlight provided the ground and contours of the surrounding cliffs with a silvery edge, and the broad, flattened ground was minutely easier to examine, but it wasn't the enviroment alone that looked clearer. The Haran's steel-coloured hair was granted faint streaks of starlight that coursed over his head, although they did not reach the tips of his tied-back hairstyle because of the position he faced against the moon. His dark blue eyes weren't as noticeable in the night air, yet his very dark choice of clothes didn't provide onlookers with an excuse not to notice the nervous, yet determined, ex
pression on his face, however dark the canyon was. His skin was clear, his face mature and youthful - but his eyes were slightly childlike, dark and full of ex
pression (OOC: expressionfull doesn't sound as right as expressionless. x3). He stood, however, utterly motionless. Even the increased speed of his breathing rate failed to arouse much movement - or sound - from him. It was only reasonable if he was as rigid and alert as his Soul-Animal, he'd always thought, and picking up traits from your Soul-Animal was always far easier than the... "borrowed" forms. He was quite worried, however. Whether that was a deerlike trait he'd picked up as well, he wasn't sure. But this newcomer... this guy... didn't seem terribly friendly.
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6:20am Mar 5 2010
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OoC: Ohmai. Kick it in the bum and tell it to hurry up! :o
Well, I'd certainly be afraid of his power if he appeared now. xD That would mean he'd like, located them and gone through all that space on his own somehow. Chiefy can fly~ 8D
Dood. Those sound pretty epic.
Oh, oh. I've had an idea that may finally let me post up the old threads. All the document-uploading sites I'd tried before would separate it into pages, which looked rather messy, but a blog won't. 8D It's perfect. ... *fell asleep before she even started a posteh* 8( Ah, I'll do it tonight.. No point in doing yet another junkpost just to redo it later. |
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9:56am Mar 5 2010
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OOC: I'm on daddy's computer now. :D I'm all fast~ Lol. xD 'm now imagining him flying through the air all Superman-like... xD Still, he disappeared on Gunsmoke in the first place. x3 He'd just need to use his tracking skillz to relocate, relocate them. They were. :D And now- Oh God, Kurt's disappeared. D8 *starts searching, all Yubaba-like*
Sweetie! Sweetie pie! Where aaaare you...! Oh wow. :D Ohwoweee! |
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6:10pm Mar 5 2010
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Ooc: I will write something but I don't trust this computer... after about a sentence it will probably not let me write anything else. :c
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