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I tried to give some reasons for my vague reply So I think it's soon, but not today or tomorrow.
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Mike turned to him. "What else should we do? They just break into our festivity, kill people and we are supposed to allow them to just go?" He asked, his voice dark, his head twitching a little from one side to the other. "Vio was there, we need to know, if he knows them, or did you hear of the Uninvested before, know where they meet?" a pleading tone entered his voice. "We had a hint regarding a factory, so we could go and search there, but -" Mike shook his head again, it was such a mess."
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Here are the rated characters/ questions regarding them. My comments as usual in green. ================ @Ark1002 ================= @ZincAboutIt ================= @Voidus could you please take a look at that one, it's an epic. Thanks a lot! ================ Please give those without a character (like myself) the time to create one. But I think we're good to start the next couple of days. Other characters can always hop in later, but I'd like to remind the others that showed interest first, that this will start soon. Additionally I hope Voidus will look over your character sheet, as he is best at judging epics, so we definitely need to allow some time for that to happen. @AonEne @I think I am here. @kenod =============== I would edit the character sheets into the OP, if that's alright for you Ene? @AonEne
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"It is." He admired her work. "You can draw really well." Slowly he unfurled his body, some of the motions slightly off and in the end he simply reshaped himself standing next to her. "Do you want to take a picture. Then you can have Rob hang it on your wall." He suggested and felt for Shana. She could take the picture for them, and then maybe he could hang one on their wall as well. "They need us." Mahad agreed and smiled at her. "Without us, they were like helpless children, but when we are there, they grow up, beautiful and strong. Robert can be lucky to have you." Gently he touched his nose to her arm. "I like you." ================================ Shana continued to wash her hands. She rubbed at another spot, then another, her lips tightly pressed together. It took some effort to stop, to turn off the water, and to dry her hands, her skin red and tingly. "That's a good idea, Cass." She agreed and shook her head. "If someone can figure this out, it's Doc. And he can tell us, and then we know what we're facing, what we have to do." She smiled at the other. "I'm going to say goodnight to Ben, then head to sleep. See you all in the morning. There should be a spare room on the first floor, right side, the third door from left. Nobody is using that one at the moment, if you need a room Nym." Waving at her friends she quickly turned around, made sure to hide her hands. Walking up the stairs, she called out for Ben, hoped he was still awake. @Lunamor
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Wita listened, lowly lessened her stowing even more while she tried to remember, tried to understand. "So it's four parts." She summed his explanation up. "Condition, then what the condition is. Then when it will do if the condition is correct." She paused tried to remember the last one. "And the one in the middle." She finally stated, a smile lighting up her face. Silently she repeated them again and then a third time, leaning over his shoulder to take a look at the seal. "Does it work like that?" She asked, and wished she had something to write all the information down.
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I grab kenod's hand and pull him with, hastily rush away from the plants, for fear of an arm falling onto our heads. I'd forgotten where I came from, so I blindly start runnin in a random direction, back into the desert. @kenod
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"Well, we are only four, now." Lena remarked, watched Georgia rush off. Not the worst thing to happen. "I whink we could approach it together, state that we are from some voluntary medical team, helping poorer people in the city and that we'd like to learn something." She proposed. "That should fit the church well, and it would explain, why are such a colorful group." She slowly walked closer, looked at the main entrace. "Just imagine, what we could do with so much money." She said quietly, pictured a lab, a real lab where she could destill and mix and maybe a greenhouse to grow more plants. And a place for animals, snakes and spiders, a tank for fish. So many possibilities, so many opportunities. And they invested their money into a building. "I agree. The most obvious way is probably the best." @Silva @I think I am here.
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"No, it's not." a smile flickered over her face at the way he clamped a hand over his mouth when he realized that she too, had started in the lower ranks once. "And yes I did. The Ghostbloods basically raised me. Took me in as a child and from then on I lived in the dorms, studied, did what they told me." Until she had gotten promoted. Once, twice, thrice. Again and again until she was council. And then she had been Righthand, leading the organization in the abscence of their leader. Then they had changed their structure a little, moved to Triarchy. Now she was that. "I don't mind you asking questions, you know." She told him back to the tone she had used with him the whole time. "Not here. This is none of our operations, and additionally, how are you supposed to learn things without asking. I don't grant a reply, but you can ask."
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@I think I am here. ============ "Yes, we wanted to." Shana agreed and emptied her glass. The glass. You could look through it, if you held it up, it caught the light. "So brittle." She whispered and tapped a nail against it, made it ring a little. Just like her, just like humans. So easy destroyed. Hastily she placed the glass down again, covered her discomfort by adjusting her shirt. She'd burned a Voidbringer. She had thought that Nym was in danger and she turned him to ash. With nothing more than a thought. A thought ending a live. Again. She had killed so many, she wasn't even sure of the number. Maybe some had survived. But no, she knew that they hadn't. "We really should find a way to save them." She stated and started to wash her hands although they were clean. She felt filthy, as if the blood still clung to her, as if she had an arrow pointing at her screaming "murderer". Ahe rubbed at her skin until it was red, until scrubbing started to hurt, but she didn't stop, welcomed the pain. A thought. It had taken nothing but a thought.
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Here's your rating. The character is approved. A few questions on my part: -I assume that his naturally keen sense don't reach tin level? - If he speaks the truth, does he make sure that the other person understands his words in the way he meant them, or does he mislead with the truth as well? Regarding his followers: how do you plan to interact with them during the role play? Will they simply be NPCs that you control, or will you also use them to support him e.g. during a battle against another RPer? Depending on that I might add points for them or not.
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Lena straightened her cloths and continued to walk towards the building. "So, part one is to gain as much information as possible. We can ask around, look for ways in and out, try to find details about guards. Maybe we can use one of their pupils to give us a tour, or we could claim to be interested in taking some classes." She fell silent looked at the looming complex in the distance. "We need to know where they keep their treasure, so keep your eyes open." A grin touched her lips and she playfully punched Alask's arm. "If this goes well, we've got the motivator. And then all the people can help us to rebuild. And we can focus on what we do best." And while she wasn't sure what he wanted to do with more time on his hands, she had a whole quarter to experiment upon. Maybe she finally got around to spend some time with the water supply. That would be really, really nice. A thought crossed her mind and she shrugged. "I mean if we can steal what we need right now, we could take it. It depends on the risk I suppose." @I think I am here. @Ark1002 @Voidus @Silva
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Lena shook her head, surprised by the addition to their team. She hadn't expected someone else to show up, but it was fine. She wouldn't send Georgia away, although she would need to keep an eye on her. She hadn't forgotten what had happened on the plane with Alask, in the middle of a heist. It had been dangerous for all of them, she would have to watch out to be able to stop Georgia should something like that happened as well. "It's not. We were about to get started." She closed the door of the Forge and grinned at them all. "Let's rock this thing."
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"You're welcome." She made sure her voice stayed the same, in case he was still looking for a trap. It would be interesting to see how he fared with the assignment. "I have to admit, I suspected, that you'd look at it." She told him and after considering her next words she added. "It's what I would have done. When I lived in the dorms, we all looked for a way to advance, to get a good, beneficial assignment." But he hadn't tried to get into her good graces, which was a nice change. Most tried to. Althea leaned against a wall while she waited for Corette to sort them all. Not everybody was here yet, although she wasn't even sure if all of them would go on. It was the way of things. Over the time you lost people. She looked at Wes again, wondered if he was one of those they would loose, or if he would stay with them, if he would rise beyond himself. @I think I am here.
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Annoyed Captian Shepard knocked again. "Sir?" he repeated, hoped that the man hadn't fallen asleep in the time it took him and his partner to drive here. "Sir, could you please open the door?" His partner walked over to the kitchen window, looked inside, then made a gesture. "There is a figure, I think." He reported and Shepard sighed. "You think?" he repeated. "I'm not sure. There's no light burning?" his partner rolled his eyes. "It's just some rich son listening to music. Let's knock again and if noone opens, maybe there are some windows on the other side of the house." Shepard exhaled in an exaggerated way and knocked again. ================== Wita followed Marcel down into the cellar, relaxed a little when the blinking light vanished. "What are you doing?" She asked him curiously, tried to glance at his hands carving something into a seal. It looked like some elaborate pattern, something she didn't understand, except that it was beautiful. And he would teach her. Slowly she eased a little on her storing, wanted to be able to follow his reply. The cellar was dark enough that she felt comfortable enough to do so. @I think I am here.
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"Sure." Shana smiled at Nym and put on her shoes again. "Let's head into the kitchen. We can grab something to drink, and maybe eat a piece of cake. Leona was in charge of the wedding cake and that means it will be fantastic." She walked upstairs and poured them three glasses of water, pensively looking out of the window. Another Radiant who knew how to fight. Good. They needed fighters, and at the same time, the thought frightened her. If Nym was better, if she outshone Shana - but Shana had been living here for so long, there was no reason why Nym would take her place, would remove her to the backseat. Sie tried to push her fear of loosing this home, of loosing this family as well away, as far away as possible, and yet it remained a nagging thought in the back of mind. What if Ben liked the new ones? Someone more stable than herself, someone who understood maths and physics and who yould discuss all the scientific stuff with him. Someone older, more mature than herself. She hissed at herself, at her brain for making up these scenarios. Everything was fine. There was no reason to worry. "It is." Mahad, looked at his attempt to draw her again. "At least it's what I tried." He stayed here he was, glad that he had someone to talk to. "Sometimes I wish Shana would use her brain, instead of rushing off into the craziest situations. She starts thinking all these weird thoughts and then as if someone pressed on a switch she goes from happy to angry or sad an I never understand way. And before I even understand what caused the change, she is running off again, focused on something completely different." With what resembled a sigh he rested his head on her feet. "When I bonded her she was sitting on the roof of a building, around her was nothing but water. She was crying, and I was drawn to her, drawn to her guilt, to her pain." His voice changed a little, grew darker. "I only know that I wanted to stay close and so I did, while she sat there, crying, freezing, alone. At first I couldn't understand why I even was there, but then she saw me and thought I was some kind of ghost, I think? I'm not really sure anymore. She seemed so small to me." He fell silent lost in his memories of that night in the middle of a storm. His little girl, his Radiant. He wouldn't exchange her for anybody else.
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*starts fearing the ending*
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It took some effort to reform his body, but Mahad managed, when he saw her smile. She had agreed. If something was wrong with Rob, hopefully they would be able to help. "I won't tell anybody." he assured her and finally managed to be a dragon again, wrapped around her feet. Only his wings and the tip of his tail leaked some smoke. "I will only use it, if you tell me, that something is wrong and it seems like the only thing we can do, to give someone else a chance to help him." he used a claw to add something else to their drawing, a figure, that, with some imagination could be identified as Cup. He hadn't really drawn before, and the figure was crude, but she was standing next to him and smiled in what he hoped was a happy way. "If we take care of our partners, then we can steer them into a good direction." Mahad was convinced that they could, Shana listened to him and he figured that the other Radiants listened to their spren as well.
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"I've started training martial arts and weapon training shortly after I bonded my spren." Shana told them and reached over for Edwin's staff moved it into a slightly different position. "At first, it seemed like a game. I was a super hero, so I have to fight." "Keep it like that. This way, you can react with both sides instead of one. You have one blade, but don't forget, that the other half of your staff call be painfull as well. Especially if your opponent focusses on the balde you might be able to surprise him, by striking from the other direction." She showed Edwin what she meant, then resumed her explanation. "Ever since I'm training. Daily. Not everything every day, but at least a part. I am here to fight. If I am too weak, if I am not good enough, someone will die." It had become something she couldn't even imagine missing. She needed to train in the morning and then in the evening again. School helped, the sport there allowed her to keep her condition, so that she oculd focus on other things at home. @Eluvianii @Aragorn
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Captain Shepard got out of his police car, rolled his eyes. Loud music at night and instead of speaking with your neighbour personally, the people called the police. He had been on his way to get a nice sandwich, maybe even a burger and instead he and his parter had been called over to this place. Strict, boring people, calling the police because of some music. He walked over to the door and knocked. "Sir, could you please open the door?" he called loudly. "I'm with the police. We got a call about some loud music." Hopefully the guy would open the door soon, he could lecture him about being quiet and then leave again. Captain Shepard was hungry. ================ Wita whimpered quietly when she heard the knock, reached out for Marcel's arm. "The cellar?" She whispered, unsure where else they might be able to hide. She pressed her eyes together to shut out the light, the blinking. "Can you smell the smoke?" Her voice sounded strange, her fear made it shivver and jump around. "Here is no smoke." She immediatly contradicted herself, took another breath. No smoke. She was an intruder, and the police were here to investigate. No fire, no smoke. It was different this time. If only the lights looked a different way as well. @Eluvianii @Hope Spren @I think I am here.
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That sounds like a cool concept. I wouldn't mind them sharing their metalminds, although idk if it's possible. Writing a zinc ferring is great so, I think you should do it!
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Are you sure? I heard colours add so much flair to a good, deep ending...
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Shana nodded. She knew the theory, but obviously she had messed something up while lying on the ground, trying to get at Nym. She dropped to the ground again, tried to resume the position and then kicked again. "I see what you mean." She nodded and moved her hip a little. "Actually it depends on the type of kick if your toes will break or not. If you want to add the additional inches to your reach, you can always hit your target with the ball of your foot and pull the toes back." Jumping back to her feet she demonstrated a kick aiming at a target standing in front of her. "In that case, using the heel might result in the kick itself being a little slower." Happy to have someone who obviously understood what she was talking about she lifted her hands and shifted her weight a little to her back foot in an easy combat stance. "My favourite one, although it's hard to really bring it to bear in a fight with another Radiant, is that one." She spun on her leg closer to Nym, her back foot drawing a beautiful line into the air. "But if you manage to use it, then it's usually devastating." "Did you train some kind of martial arts?"
