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I was just inquiring! I am not signing up though... I have an OCD tendency when it comes to writing for other people, like combing through all their posts, logs, running the post by them to make sure I get it okay... >.< It sounds like a totally interesting exercise though. :thumbsup: (and no, if I were to ever sign up, Rae would not be the one I would sign up with) Roen as written by Berrod. I need to read this one day.

*cracks knuckles* I'm in.

Hellooooooo, Florence. Good job yet again, Tiergan. *puts earplugs in as preparation for wolf-whistling*

*Luncheon thread ends. Osric snaps book shut and looks up* "....that was the best trashy romantic novella ever."

Roen misses a Beetlejuice reference... or else I missed one. Hot staggering f#ck. I'm way too busy staring at the abs to even notice the pecs.... :dazed:

Highlanders, you say...? Roen, Roen, Roen! *starts singing Jump in the Line while waiting for sandworms*

Things get even weirder when you start weaving Off GCDs (read: Instants) in between weaponskills like Butcher's Block. Great example is Mercy Stroke. Shit gets bizarre. That said, I'm under the impression that, in your example, the damage actually gets applied at the end of the cast, but the animation and numerical display don't finish and don't kick in until long after.

It's been known as a shoutbox in BB for at least a decade. Showing your age, Zhi....

This is what, in vBulletin, is known as a shoutbox (I imagine it's called the same thing for myBB) : I managed a vBulletin site for a friend for the better of six years. You could enable these so that you didn't even have to be logged in to use them (you'd sign in as a guest with a guest name). You could also choose to have it as the header of the site regardless of where on the forums you were, instead of the box just being on the index page. That said, you still have to be ON the website to see/use it.

Chat is so much more fun than a shoutbox. True story. Just to clarify: when I say shoutbox, I mean a little box at the top of the forums with active, live chat happening inside. You post, and it uses your forum account name. You usually have font and font color options. These are also known as a chatbox, depending on whom you ask. Which results in confusion from time to time. EDIT: Seeing Coat's post made me realize. What I'm talking about, and what is known in vBulletin as a shoutbox, is actually the same thing as the Enjin chat plugin, as opposed to Enjin's "shoutbox". Hence the confusion.

What you're after is colloquially known in the world of BBCode as a shoutbox. Productivity for users (both at work and with regards to posting on the site) tends to drop dramatically whenever a shoutbox is implemented. =P

*glances around innocently* :angel: *quietly hides all portraits of Kylin Felstar*

*smiles as Warren is distracted by THE MASTER RUSEMAN* *raises walke-talkie to mouth* "Askier. Time to bust Roen out. Hit it."

*Pushes a bunch of seemingly useless buttons at mission control* "The ship is ready, sir! Proceed to launch?" *swivels in his command chair* "Cloud 9, Number One. Make it so."

ALL HANDS TO STATIONS, AYA x HOWL INCOMING http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=7203&pid=99584#pid99584

ROCKETSHIPS BLASTING OFF AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT CAPTAIN! Roen isn't on board! Engage the teleporter! ...actually, what am I doing here?! Franz has no ships. Franz x Raelisanne.

ROCKETSHIPS BLASTING OFF AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

I told you so.

Pecs, abs... "Yay" ... Waitaminnit when did I get thrown into a Dating Game?! There's no need for this. Just find her a Gharen who isn't Gharen. Duh.

KITTY!

Kink could go rut in a ditch for all he cared. He'd gone ahead to Limsa a few suns ago, tried to pave the way, enlist a certain streetrunner and her resources. Erik was a gadabout, and Osric was a wanted man. He couldn't leave the captain to his own devices - too much could go wrong too quickly, for those who weren't native - but neither could he accompany him in broad daylight and give the highlander a tour. So they needed a runner. Someone with connections. Someone with information. Someone who could walk Erik around while Osric followed them discretely from a distance. Contacting Yayabuko for any potential hires would only cause more trouble and earn him more ire from that gods-damned Keeper; there was too much tension there already for him to risk any more. That particular chain was far too close to the breaking point. Another ponze of pressure and it would snap. Had very nearly snapped the other night. "Dog"? Like hells. "Come t'heel?" Lass, I just got done with that shite. As if I'd snap another collar 'round m'neck and hand YOU the leash. Work for you? Hah! Y'haven't earned that distinction, y'coeurl. He'd crossed enough palms with gil that night, on the way out, to know who to fall back on should she refuse him: another streetrunner, one who had a history with ol' Sparrow. A rival. One Cenric Amaril, better known as "Raz". He had doubled back the very next sun to meet with the man, and had found him suitable. Time to get going. He opened up the armoire and drew out one piece of clothing after another. Woolen shirt. Pants. Raptorskin armguards and leg guards. A bandana. One after the other, he pulled them on. Then came the steel. Knives for throwing. Daggers and dirks for stabbing. All of it for cutting. Each sheath secreted away on his person, hidden from sight, six in total. He picked up and threw his rucksack over his shoulder - Red Wings uniform, Flames uniform, hempen robe-and-cowl; various items of utility; personal effects - walked over to the bed, dropped a letter on his pillow, and leaned over to kiss a sleeping Kanaria on the cheek. He'd be keeping her linkpearl on him at all times; he refused to break contact these days. Too much could go wrong too quickly. Out and into the hallway he went, pulling the door to their room gently to a close behind him. He locked it with his key - he'd given her a spare - before walking down the hallway, turning a corner, and coming to a stop at the captain's quarters. He knocked on the door. "Boss? Ready when you are."

I am suddenly picturing Roen and Coatleque huddled on the prison cot, surrounded by magazines and looking at foldouts.