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[OOC: I sure do remember when we didn't ask the GM, just made our own Kids these days... Now someone get their PMs off my lawn! /Araris moment]
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[OOC: 1. Not playing seriously which means I'm not going to perform my usual analysis, 2. If you think there's a better candidate, who would you want executed? 3. I know what game Gears wants to play and I'm not interested in entertaining it.]
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Should it have hurt? Duncan supposed he was flattered his little brother wanted to keep him alive - for now. (Maybe the for now hurt, more. Or maybe it would have before the guilt. Before that time he came back from Nebrask. Before everything fell apart, really.) [OOC: Flattered, but also, if you gotta execute us, you gotta. I understand and knew what I signed up for ] He was dryer than he'd been in a long time and he hated it. Everything was too much. Too raw. He jumped when he thought he saw the shadows move but it was just a Rithmatist coat flapping in the wind. Truth was, if Duncan could find old Duncan, the one before Wyatt, the one who'd taken camp security seriously, he'd have looked more into the conversations between Frederick [OOC: Striker] and Joshua. [OOC: Mat] Look where the noise is, Matt had once told him, back when Duncan was in training. [OOC: If I were playing this seriously, I'd look at where the noise is. V-E fight? Or V-V? We need more information but just knowing where the battle lines are drawn can itself be informative once we get certain allegiances laid out. Don't really have a concrete read on the parties right now.] Back when Duncan was raw and new to the business of defending a camp. He took a deep breath, and tried to pry apart the memories from the parts of his head that didn't seem to work right, anymore. The way shadows skittered and set him on edge. Wyatt and the eyes that bled to black and Dig still and lifeless on the ground and Rlint broken like a man shouldn't be and bleeding his life out and Duncan shoved his shaking hands into the pockets of his battered coat. Maybe they were both on the level. Maybe Blackbane was, too. After all, Blackbane had intervened a little, had he not? [OOC: Alv had in fact gotten involved IIRC. I'm Sir Not-Even-Taking-Notes this game!] Maybe even Elysian was. [OOC: Araris is interesting too because of a few disputes on his plan. Half the issue is always working out what the general Evil team profile is.] But Duncan wasn't sure he trusted, anymore. Maybe not even his baby brother and that thought was like stepping on broken glass. But old Duncan was gone and all Duncan wanted now was a drink. Something that didn't seem likely. Something to chase the dark away, even if it'd gotten a grasp on his soul.
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[OOC: As I've been reminded, I'm Keeper of King's Laws. Sart may not be King, but here you go ]
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From AG7: The Bloodthirsty Goddess issued a challenge to memorialise the devouring of Ocho, Last Supper-style. I am not a skilled artist, so I presented this meme: Riddles Riddle #1: The new queen rises fire-crowned Village fool, the evil oathbound Vengeance for the shadow-hamed Fameshield, and water-named. Riddle #2: Lightsired, lightsworn With eldritch chains The hidden turncoat The darkeyed-bane Word-weaver weaving words Honouring the slain. Riddle #3: Noble blood and common clay Master archer comes forth at day Walking shadow wreathed in lies Worlds-ruler, a magician sly Lifegiver wantonly slain Twice-divine, a brother’s bane. Riddle #4: Fire-kissed the subtle knife Brightbane, and Foeglinter Bone-Eater with cunning lures Votespinner defying hours Kingsfriend of an elder race Fancyflown, delirium-dazed. Riddle #5: Uncrowned king, war-famed Thieftaker turned Shadowbane Ravenlord, spear-riddler Herb-wisdom, and name-giver Counselor of kings, the silver-tongued Kingkiller and thrice-slain. Riddle #6: Wisdom-shield in common guise Star-crowned queen of darkened skies Swiftshot in morning, House-destroyer Herb-daughter steeped in lore Killing blade in starless night Mist-wreathed hidden in plain sight. Riddle #8: Earth-clad scuttle in war-scion’s wake Fool-friend falls, the highborn blade Branch-sorrow mantled, light-death garbed Stalwart-warder, hordemaster-bane Merry the mien of longnight-herald Lightfoot warden, the captain-foe Foe-mazed radiant, in wound-bays wends Hate-hooded radiant, thy foes were friends. Riddle #10: Wisdom falls at the first of night World-lords’ terror, Name-giver’s bane A second time is swiftly slain Mob-shelter, fury-broken Love’s labour lost to killing blight Vengeance for the fallen paid. Foe-hammer seeks where they hide Three found, but woe-red the tide.
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Duncan wasn't sure he had an issue with that plan. He'd just found out there was no alcohol to be had, because all alcohol was being strictly-rationed and therefore counted as bribes [OOC: Thanks Sart, still cracking up ] and that meant he would have to figure something out. He didn't fancy his odds nicking more alcohol from under the quartermaster's watchful eye. Defending the camp. Right. As far as he could work out, Elysian's plan didn't seem too awful. He liked those odds, anyway. Wasn't much of a gambling man, though. 1/4 odds sounded about right to him.
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Duncan wasn't sure about that. In his secret heart of hearts, where the guilt lay deeply-buried (Nebrask, he had to forget, had to bury them deeper, Wyatt and the eyes that flickered black), he wondered. Wondered if it was his fault. If he should've stopped them. [OOC: I put the kas into kasyana after all, and exkasperate Wilson with my self-voting habits! ] He sighed and sought oblivion in the purloined bottle of spirits.
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[OOC: I mean, what are the chances your bro, your backup in case your bro's Evil, and your backup's backup in case your bro and backup are Evil are all Evil and plotting your death, amirite? >>]
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Eyes bleeding to Forgotten black and a smile that cut through his stupor like a knife. Duncan Kerr jerked out of a half-doze. He'd fallen asleep on his feet, as it were, and he stamped clumsily to get rid of the pins-and-needles. Forgotten among them, the survivors were saying, and Duncan didn't want to think, needed—something to drink. Something to take the sharpness out of the memories. ("The Forgotten are among us," Wyatt had said, crouching by Duncan's bedroll, his expression serious. "Heard from Dig lately?" Duncan shook his head. "You think so?" "Yeah," Wyatt said. And that was it. He'd been around forever, Wyatt had. Always the rumours though. The ones about being busted down by the higher-ups for something or other. Duncan never knew what to make of them. But Wyatt. Solid man, as far as Duncan was concerned. He got things done. And if Wyatt was concerned... He tightened his jaw. "What do you need me to do?") Wasn't in Nebrask now. Or he was, but it wasn't that camp. They'd retreated to the abandoned mess hall, and the whole thing had the air of a final stand. And all Duncan wanted to do was to drink himself blind, until the turpentine that passed for liquour in this camp burned away the memories in thick fumes. His chalk-hand trembled, and Duncan glared at it, willing it to still. He wasn't that far gone yet. Yet. He could still do the lines they needed to survive the night. So long as he had chalk. He grabbed a bottle of spirits. Probably tasted awful—didn't it always?—but he needed it; something to set against the memories, something to let the numbness and the apathy seep in. (Frederick, said a part of him, the one that hadn't drowned in an alcohol stupor. Was he still alive? Had he survived the chaos of the retreat? He drank against the guilt, too.) Duncan stared warily at the one claiming to be a Forgotten [OOC: Gears] and headed off to find his brother, if he possibly could. Everyone seemed surprisingly blasé about claimed Forgotten walking among them. Duncan wasn't interested in making that mistake again. [OOC: Haven't dealt with this before, not interested in entertaining, let me know if you feel you have something better to be doing.]
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[OOC: Have to go to work. Busy morning. Back later to catch up. Dynamic entry vote time — Gears. Edited to add: I keep thinking this should be in blue. I blame the games I've been reading and my old man brain :P]
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I did say I was playing this game as Laidback!Kas! Why do you think I haven't asked a hundred and one gazillion rule clarificatory questions already? I'm on holiday. This game is my holiday. I don't do that filthy analysis stuff So yes, I totally missed it, and I'm unhappy about missing it. The Father is merciful.
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I'm joining this club.
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She could go Ulysses. The whole book is one run-on paragraph/sentence
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Way down, chaostown Way down chaostown
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No one can force me, right? I'm allowed to look at that sketchy Shadowblaze and go nope, orange suss, and not touch it? Ask your brother, man. He wanted to join RP and I'm happy to - haven't had a RP partner in forever since my bro Wyrm and El
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I'm outta here. This place is too much kayana for me Too late. House Urbain will rise again. I'm here in my relaxed laidback corner and I have lots and lots of fortifications, ammunition, drinks, and sharp pens and I will use them on anyone who tries to get me to trust them do not test me I do not do trust I am Kasimir, betrayed always by my bro Wyrm, the last son of House Urbain, Paranoid as all Hell and I do not trust any of you people more than I can throw you. And I skipped arm day! I hate you so much right now. Yes. Elims I s2g if I'm a non-Rithmatist and you convert me I will seek you out in future games and I will find you and I will kill you. God. Why did I sign up for this game even >>
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....What in all flippin shades of the eighteen layers of Hell have I signed myself up for.......
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Wait, what?????
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I did say I'd be channeling a more chill version of 2014 Kas. Prepare to get your PMs side-eyed and ignored if you dare roleclaim I'm the last member of House Urbain still standing in SE today. I'm steeped in paranoia from Wyrm's backstabbing and the Urbain Inquisition. You dare to tell me not to be paranoid, little one? I'll be the most paranoid son of Urbain you've ever played with. I'll paranoid so hard it makes my Cage-Shuffle-Squats with @Matrim's Dice look like a lovely hangout with a cup of tea. And I'll do it all while being laidback! >>
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Lot, don't feel pressure to do things different just 'cause everyone else is. You're synching RP with Gears which should be pretty fun already, and I'm pretty sure once the game begins, there'll be plenty of opportunities for you to join the prosocial chaos Steal the heart of a different player each cycle Inb4 you're an Elim and that heart-stealing? Literal
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Seriously though, it took me seven years to mildly get over Wyrm-induced trauma and that dissipated the moment he wanted no lock teams when gaming Why are you bringing back my pain Oh, that's fine, I have defenses against thread pocketing. Unleash the Urbain Distractions, and the uh, cups of tea! >> I hear synergised chaosmongers and I approve Let's go for prosocial chaos this game, guys!
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>> Sounds to me like I should go full swing 2014 Kas then All the paranoia! 2014 Kas narrows his eyes and reminds himself to decline all and any PMs with Araris
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I mean, you wanted a playstyle change anyway, right? What better environment than a game in which so many people are shifting up? If we @ anyone for playstyle difference, we'd have to accuse ourselves as well
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I'm calling it before the game: Mr Invisible becomes Visible (@Araris Valerian) and ends up pocketing the Village as an Elim. Mr SpiderEZ ( @StrikerEZ ) ends up being the pool of intel and fueling the Elim war effort. Mr Analytical ( @Alvron ) ends up rumbling the Elims, if he isn't one. Laidback!Kas turns out to be affably Evil and backstabs just about everyone who PMs him on sheer principle. Mr New Chaotic ( @Ashbringer ) ends up being misexed against someone who isn't Illwei and the other person explodes instead. Miss Threadqueen ( @Burnt Spaghetti ) becomes Village Leader and throws everyone into disarray with the chaos. Heron IndustriesTM does not bear responsibility for any course of action, intended or otherwise, predicated off this set of predictions. Any resemblance to persons living or soon-to-be-dead is strictly coincidental and if you don't believe us, we'll sue the ever-loving hell out of you. If you want your money back, go ask Wyrm because I sure as hell ain't giving refunds >>
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On the bright side, 2014 Kas doesn't aggressively open PMs with people so that's one exacerbating factor gone
