I live. Two hours.
Nothing is what it seems. Master of Shipping and Sadism.Ready! (:D)
Greetings to you, Grim. ^_^
grahCyanea isn't being any more firey than normal. It hasn't come up as often, but she's blunt as hell. She does whatever she feels like doing if she feels it needs doing. It's why she gave Alexia a towel to wear in the hot springs, why she pulled Baxter out of the bath and scolded him stark naked, why she tried to pull Alexia from Ieria when she was molesting Alexia, and why she went out into a blizzard to get groceries. She thinks Pius is pushing way to much blame on Alfred partially because like half the dorm he has a crush on Alexia.
edited 23rd Jan '15 6:50:40 PM by BloodPlum
Evening, Grim!
"Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible." - Monty Oum, 1981-2015While you're here, I never got input on this because it got pushed down by the gaiden story.
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/posts.php?discussion=14108359090A73723600&page=266
The village of maverick I mean.
Silence means acceptance.
Nothing is what it seems. Master of Shipping and Sadism.Okie dokie, cause that's where Cyanea's from.
...Wow. I meant to do a bunch of worldbuilding for Lucas’s home that has been brewing since the early days of the game, plus writing a bunch of WTB CRASH COURSES which were going to pretty much be Cliff Notes for the game to help any new noobs, but instead, I wrote an angsty Lucas journal fic. (-__-’)
Lucas's Journal
Chrystallum 19, 27 hours until departure to Junior’s Bar
Entry Name: Breaking Point
I sometimes wonder if I'm cursed. That due to my arrogance three years ago, I will never feel happiness again.
...Damn it, there I go again, going overboard like Jacob always does when something goes wrong. Except he's in his flat right now, snoring like he always is at this time, and here I am, talking to my scroll in an abandoned room at two in the morning because I’m too fucking scared to fall asleep.
[Sighs]
They've been getting worse every night. I can’t close my eyes for two minutes without having another flash. Another explosion, another person's blood on my body. Almost if Candor wants me to never forget who I was back in the old world. And to make things worse, memories of that night — the last time I ever saw anything — are mixing in with these flashes, making it hard to tell what happened from what didn't.
...Why? I’m doing everything I can to find Arcana, to find her. I’m trying to do the right thing here. It feels like I’m the only one doing the right thing — everyone’s just putting it to the side. As if acting like it wasn't happening would make Arcana go away, make the wounds undo themselves, and make the ones we’ve lost come back.
But that's a fantasy. I've known that for years now. Waiting around to "recover" didn’t get Feros back, didn’t fix my eyes. It only reminded myself of how broken I was, how much I should have been the one to die, not Feros. And only by pushing myself towards a goal did I stop feeling so empty.
That's what I've been doing now. So why do I have no tangible progress? Why is it that after two months of doing whatever it took to find information on Arcana, am I still with as much clue as I had before? They couldn't have been far! Every single attack has been within the city limits or near the city! WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!?
[A slamming sound can be heard, followed by heavy breathing]
...Junior's Bar. If any place in Vale has any clue about dangerous criminal activity, it's that one. But it won't be cheap. I best make a withdrawal later today, and then the day after, I'll head over and finally get some answers.
I just hope nothing else goes wrong there...
...Might as well shower and hit the sack, because I scared everyone off the game. (-__-')
i should probably post in this rp.
Nah, you haven't scared me off, Aqua. I'm just waiting for Taco to make a move.
"Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible." - Monty Oum, 1981-2015Ain't scared, just waiting around. ^_^;
...though I'll probably be calling it a day soon, since it's 5 AM here. ._.
grahAre you over in Europe or something, Ferg?
Allurand and surrounding world loading, 28%...Sorry, just no one made any comments at all after I posted that fic piece, and I assumed it was so bad it scared everyone off. (-__-')
@Insano: He's Polish.
edited 23rd Jan '15 8:18:29 PM by Aquatica1000
Aye. Poland, Silesia, Sosnowiec, dorm.
And got Blake'd. ^_^;
@Lucas Fic: I liked it, actually.
edited 23rd Jan '15 8:21:34 PM by FergardStratoavis
grahI've been thinking about doing a Jack journal.
Good to be back...where did Grim disappear to? I don't think it's been two hours yet... :c
Well, in any case, time for me to turn in. See you around.
edited 23rd Jan '15 8:44:28 PM by FergardStratoavis
grahwell I guess unexpected events kept grim away.
Back. I'm back. Sorry, had to go barbecue our lunch.
Nothing is what it seems. Master of Shipping and Sadism.How much time do you have now?
"Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible." - Monty Oum, 1981-2015ah I see
...Did you notice the Journal I posted earlier?
Two hours.
And now a look at the mind and motivation of Max Alexandros.
@Aqua: Yeah. Been a while since we last did that, huh? Looking good.
edited 23rd Jan '15 10:09:45 PM by GrimHelm
Nothing is what it seems. Master of Shipping and Sadism.
Well, he did mention not having a home net, so yeah. :/
@Pius: Hm. Something will have to be done out of this, certainly.
grah