DoomsdayClock

I think I have only one character I am willing to let die, that being the actual bad guy I am running...because...well he is a bad guy. I don't think there is any way for him to redeem himself, and the way his mind works, even if someone agreed with his goals, you can't look past the things he is doing to reach his goals. That and I have a really good line ready for when the time does come..so that's a thing. Beyond that I think death and serious injury really have to be something I hold the reigns to. This isn't just because I'm protective of my characters, it's the reality that the trust we place in other players isn't always what we expect. I've had, what should have been, a friendly a duel escalate to my arms impaled with a sword, while another was aimed at my chest ( on the first attack roll! ). I've also had peoples bones break under my own attacks ( without me wanting to ), and I just kinda cringe and go along with it. So really for me it's a clearance thing. If you ask first and make some intentions clear..I'm usually okay with an injury, if only to enjoy the fun of recovery Rp ( sans the magic band aid that makes you instantly all better). And a good injury can also leave an awesome rivalry and edge to some characters too..so that's totally worth it.

Even with the amount of characters I have, I can only think MAYBE one might have even heard such a place existed..more so since only one is a native Ishgardian, the rest haven't even imagined places like Cloud Top and such. It's just not in an area they would be at, or have the ability to poke around. With Ishgard only just opening up to some folks..I can't see anyone I play beyond my Noble having the ability or intent to go to any of those places...and Azys La is waaaaay bigger of a deal than some flying islands with giant owl doods. Also with Azys La being overflowed with horrible monsters, tech that is way beyond anything my people have ever imagined, and having no real settlements beyond Garlean outposts...no. None of my characters would be foolhardy, or strong enough to even try to go to a place like that. I just think it's way beyond the scope of their reality. I'd equate it, at present, to if the ascian place were Zodiark is floating around ever becomes a place we could go.....No. My chars would NOT go there. They kind of want to live, and not be torn limb from limb by monsters. Honestly I kinda cringe when I hear people ICly make casual mention of having gone up there...

I know it's been literally two days, but can we PLEASE have AJ Styles new theme released already?! All I have is the DMX version they sampled from so far...ugh.

:cactuar: ( post incoming ) :cactuar: Having received a rousing round of greetings from his dear friends, the Highlander merely grinned in reply as he scooped the garments from his shoulder and balled them up casually. “Punched a rainbow is it? More like wrangled the damned thing into a headlock and chocked it into submission with these ‘ere muscles. Not that you’d be familiar with such a feat Fatty, unless we are talkin about being on the receiving end of it.” He commented, with a boisterous amount of chuckling, before his eyes shifted to Ave. As he looked to the woman, he’d step further into her home. The door swinging closed, potentially from one remaining hinge if he had impacted it hard enough. Though before he spoke, that now ball of clothing, would be launched across the room at Franz’ face. Hopefully once he’d absorbed the man in a bright colored nightmare, he would speak. “Well, someone’s gotta take care of em. I come here and I find a scurryin’ retainer rushin off to find the man some bloomers! What’s goin on here anyway ya she’devil? You two finally in here smashin ugglies? “ Came another burst of that booming voice. Though even as he spoke, he remained in motion as he patrolled the room in search for more breakfast foods. His stomach demanded it, and he considered the pair friends he could casually take advantage of. “Seriously though, where’s me breakfast? I’m hungry as a damned behemoth and you two are busy given me some Gorgon eye bullshit. Feed me darn it! Muscles require sustenance!” He laughed as one arm came up and he flexed to the woman with the same cheshire grin. While he was being his usual loud self, those small eyes were taking in every detail he could of that house, along with their current conditions. Something was certainly off, but he had that vibe before he had even gotten here.

As the two continued back and forth, fate seemed intent to intervene. Fate in the form of heavy boot steps, and shrimp like eyes that honed in on the building. A large framed Highlander, with features that only a grandmother could love, was well on his was to continue his quest to "keep an eye" on the red haired man. Though even he had to admit, this was a locale he didn't expect to track Franz to. Showing up shirtless in Mor Dohna was one thing, but this appeared to be the woman's house.... Gerelt groaned softly, his work was never done. A pat went to the outfit he had hoisted over one shoulder, a grin stretching across his lips. Yellow dress slacks, and a pink shirt. Franz might have needed new clothing, but the retainer who'd have fetched them was strongly advised to take the day off....so it afforded him another small chance to get under the other man's skin. This would be good, these chances were only so rare...and utterly worth it. A deep chuckle left his throat as he strode right to that home. As they went back and forth within, their chat would be shattered when one boot impacted into the door, with enough force to send it swinging open. And there he was....Gerelt Redvalley, towering in the door frame with the gaudy colored clothes draped in full display. In the least THIS time he was wearing a top himself, clad in the usual armored gauntlets and bottoms, with a open white dress shirt atop the rest of his chiseled frame. Though all look of amusement and mirth left his visage when he got a look at the pairing. "Someone...has got some explainin to do...." He bellowed as he stepped fully within. Was he angry? Was he trying to be a guardian to the bonds of marriage? Could his virtue and values really be THAT strong? "All this delicious food smells, and I don' see a third plate settin fer me? You wound me Fatso...you know I'm always just around the corner..." He added as that goofy grin was displayed once more.

I think there is a positive message in the initial post that is valid for good community building. I hope that it doesn't get too lost somewhere along the way.

I've given this advice countless times, anytime I see one of these threads and poke my head into it...so I'll give it once more. All of the wiki pages, FCs, and posts on a forum won't help you unless you yourself, are willing to throw yourself into the pool ( sometimes the deep end even ) Those Rp hub areas are full of Rpers, who will sit like pigeons on a line waiting for someone to hand them a script and story. The best way to really get involved in things, is to take your character by the ankles, and wield them like a bludgeoning weapon into whatever Rp or interesting people you see hanging around. Just be interesting..and realize what you put in will be what you get out ( most times. ) A lot of it really is being willing to put yourself out there. And a lot of these wall flower Rpers tend to be drawn in when they see the openings. I've made COUNTLESS alts, to try out different personality types...and each time I've managed to find something do. But I had to be willing to pry myself from the pillars of the Quicksand and just stroll up to people. Or just emote on your own. Sometimes that alone will help yank some Rp agro your way. Go for it. :cactuar:

Okay ive got a general idea. If people are interested PM me and we can hash out deets. Warren is excluded..as its a gift for the Man.

Lets make this happen.

I really want to do some sort of a character select screen art for the GS, akin to a fighting game. I keep kicking it around, but never make any progress myself...But if we used repeat attenders and the staffing it could be a pretty cool commission piece. As the attendance keeps growing, and more interesting characters keep popping up...it only drives forward my want for fan art of the event. :moogle:

Next time Silence helps, I'm having him bring flags like Kuroko from Samurai Shodown.

Wouldn't it be entirely possible to use some form of void taint or touch to cause a similar condition and still work it into the lore?

Lho'a would be a Laughing Man style figure I think..just far more volatile. Silence probably some sort of huge framed cyborg....point and click to tell him whose spine to break.

So, I've been playing this a bit too much the past few days, and applying it to places I spend way too much time in... So let's try it here and see. If your character was captured and tossed into a DanganRonpa style enviroment, what would they be the Ultimate at? And the better question...would they kill? Crack under the pressure? Or resolved to stay true to their friends? Or heck..just enjoy communal yet trapped life forever? Silence would probably be the Ultimate Gladiator..and I think he'd resolve to stay true to killing for the sake of escape. Of course Aoi ordering him to do such may complicate things a lot.....Long term wise e may be a detriment as well since he cannot speak to anyone but her, so he'd be an interesting witness Lho'a would be the Ultimate Void Magic User, though he'd claim he was the Ultimate Healer the entire time. I think he'd have a lot of trouble with killing, until someone rubs him wrong and he goes into his usual pissy ego mode, then he'd prob commit murder and panic to try and get away with it.:evil:

I agree with Howl. I don't take for granted the fact that you give up your Saturday nights to make this happen for us. Lord knows I've been to this event....how many times? As how many different characters...and I've still never gotten the crown? Yet I still keep on comin back for what you guys provide. When people ask me about Rp events, I proudly proclaim I'm a "Castille Guy."

He nearly hissed as the woman slipped right from his grasp. On one hand he was relieved, she wouldn't be nabbed and his show had been rendered utterly pointless. On the other hand, the damned creature had simply left HIM behind to deal with the fallout, and now he appeared a knife wielded lunatic. She was a thorn in his side, terribly so. From her infection of his ideals and patriotism, to her elusive and dangerous behavior.. None the less, arms went out to his sides, as he let the ornate blade fall and clatter to the ground. A turn of his heel would bring him around to face the Miqo, whom he starred down at from eyes framed by dark circles. "I assure you, I am far from just a boy, and am more than quite aware of the laws and actions of this country, my dear. "He replied as calmly as he could, flicking his wrist in the process. Attention was to be drawn to the signant ring he wore, one that less marked him from a noble house, and more marked him as a member of the Inquisition himself. "I admit my methods...are a bit more pomp and flair than most, but that woman requires a quick hand, and I sought to slay first her ideals, then the speaker herself..lest she taint the masses with her silver tongue yes? " He spoke his case still, though he felt himself beyond her reproach to begin with. The man bowed his head in respect, before trying to adjust the collar of his shift. "I was overzealous, and I do apologize for such. Better for me to snuff out a rat than burden our Templars and busy knights with such rabble I presume. You have my most sincere apologies for the scene..."He bowed deeply, almost too much for show, than a sign of actual respect.

The noble seemed more pleased at her defiance. Though the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he could almost feel the attention she was drawing rise. The distance between them was rapidly shrinking, as the long legged strides of Vairemont carried him closer to her form...and as he neared the familiar knife wielding hand had come into view now. "You may not approve of their methods, but I promise you they are no less effective when employed against the heathen tongues of falsehood spitting wretches." Vaire beamed at her, the wild look in his eye was quite different than what they had come accustomed to lately. Though now he would address the masses as he neared her. "What say you? Good people of Ishgard, and those who now bespeckle our streets as honored guests and world weary travelers?! While it is SO well known that we of Ishgard would lay low any who lay with Dragon. While it is..debatable that our methods may ring cruel to the ears of those beyond our walls....is it not a blaspheme of such ludicrous levels that falls to your ears from this addled minded harlot? Does her slander of your very gods themselves not make my blade all the more divine?! Is this not what you want? I stand in league with those who govern...I stand in hunt of those who commit such grave sins against our people....and as such I claim the right to end this heresy myself! " He'd reach out, trying to snag Evangeline by the hair if he could grab her. He was putting on quite a show of things, as he tried to draw more and more attention to himself. The speaker, the killer had to keep this plan in motion. So bold too, considering she stood with a brute of a Roegadyn man right at her side even!

" Oh dear....the song bird doth sing till the axe man doth come for her head.." He muttered, loudly enough for the woman infront of him to hear. He was getting nervous, and rightly so. With each friendly reply Eva got, she gained far more in scowls and tension. As he noted the arrival of encroaching knights, the viper realized some form of hastly action would be needed. " fifty....fifty one....fifty two..fifty three.." he spoke out, county each knight as if additions to his grim taly. " And then there is the need to somehow get away...." he shook his head. No...none of that would work. But what would? Eyes grew wide at the realization. He knew what to do. He pressed a hand to the woman before him, the one speaking on Halone, upon her shoulder. And after it he strode past her, free hand drawing his knife from his belt. Loudly he would announce.. " Shall this be an example to her fury given flesh! Shall this show true to all present that the Twelve do act through agents of this world. Shall my blade snuff out a liars tongue , and rob her of voice and breathe forever more. " did Vairemont annouce as he approachex both she and the Roe she spoke with. Derranged only barely described hus countenance. ( forgive my typing. On a phone at the beach :cactuar: )

Acurate!!

In that open air, the nobleman stood and watched. His narrowed eyes had long since left the woman speaker, he'd stopped listening...stopped focusing on her as his attention turned to the crowd. A hand deftly sliding into his pocket, as long white gloved fingers curled around the Inquisitor's ring he carried. The metal felt colder than before, and now more than ever did it call out to him. "How many..." He whispered to himself as hues drifted from one face to the next. "Forty-seven souls saved...forty seven heretics given salvation over torture...And oh still how my hands ache..."He whispered softly to himself. At the thought eyes went back to Evangline, and the bile in his stomach rose up into his throat. "Forty Eight....the man who wore this ring, the man who was looking into her....and now here she is, outwardly parading her beliefs. How many more will I have to smother from this world to now keep this fool safe?" He reached up touching over the stubble on his chin. How unkempt he had become. There was a time were Vairement Chevalier carried himself far better. The ponce and fop had been worn down, and the fatigued madman clawed at the facade to carve it's way free. "I've....things now. Things to tend to...the little one, the Courier...How can I ever balance this all.."He muttered, as his tall, red coated frame made it's way through the crowd. It was within moments that he was looming behind the woman questioned Evangeline. His lips drawn into a tight line as vision bore down on her. And yet at the moment he said not a word to her, or outward in opposition to Evangline at all.

To be fair..Flameson and I are usually breaking bones on a weekly basis. It's nice to sometimes not have a night were we are splintering spines and ripping off limbs to beat eachother with >.>; Besides, the ladies should get something to look at sometime yes? The men too? Warren's Gun Show will be held weekly now.....>.>;

NEVER FORGET

Okay...after going through this mess of a log ( MY GOD there is a ton of dialogue going on at the Grindstone....) I think I have the flex off from Into to finish. For your reading pleasure..or whatever. Enjoy? lol 8-) Aoi Usui: "My Name is Doctah Owie, and I'm Hot as all 7 hells, and ya cant. teach. THAT. And this here is Silence, and he's 7 fulms tall, and ya can't. teach. THAT." She snapped her fingers while swaying her head and hips in the rhythm of her popping gum. Kaguya Nightsong sighed and gave a nod as she looked out at the rather large crowd. "Aye, Thalik is testing my mind today it seems..." Screaming Silence strikes a pose. Flameson Hammersmith: "Hammersmith. Got two fists n'yez all got places t'ae shove em. Figgure that's good enough." And the MATCH Flameson Hammersmith pointed two fingers at Silence. Then two at his eyes Screaming Silence glances across to the other Roe, a smirk forming on his lips as he lifted an arm and motioned to that muscle. Showing just how he planned to do this. Aoi Usui looked determined at the large opponent. The tension in the air as thick as fog. She could feel the wind against her horns crying out for a monumental display of muscle expression the planet could no longer contain. Flameson Hammersmith pointed at Screaming, and then planted both feet firmly into the ground. A challenge had been laid. Screaming Silence eased down to one knee to let Aoi down gently, giving her a wink as he reached out to bump fists with his lady. Screaming Silence and with that, he'd swing out one leg, slamming a boot into the ground as he gained purchase in the sand..glaring across to Flameson. Flameson Hammersmith arced his back towards the sky. Both of the giant's arms came up and met over his head, fists curling as the arms bent and flexed under the sun of Thanalan in a light sheen of sweat. It was like watching oiled turtles wrestle in leather bags Screaming Silence is not phased by the display. No...instead the matching white Roe would dig his heels into the earth, before twisting his hips to show of those back muscles, as he lift both arms and clenched those fists in a flex. Pale chiseled form begining to pop with definition! Flameson Hammersmith nods. The challenge was firm, as was his own glistening definition. Hammer turned his back to Silence, and rippled every muscle in his scarred back in an undulating wave of granite flesh Screaming Silence grunted at the display. He let out a deep breathe and drew his arms around to his front, fists facing inward as the viens began to show in his shoulders. Beads of sweat staring to form all charasmaticly and shit. Glistenin. Aoi Usui: Silence, you know whatchu gotta do. Go in there and show'em that he's S.A.W.F.T. SAAAAAWWWWFT!!! She held a hand on her hip as she made a swooping motion with her hips and hand toward the opposing roe. Flynt Reddard: "That's not how you spell--" Flameson Hammersmith saw that the battle needed the ante upped. He twisted, causing the core muscles of his massive frame to bulge and flicker in firm power. The giant's forearms CRACKLED under the strain of the coming flex. His gauntlets popped and shattered, exposing the giant's horrifically stacked forearms. Aoi Usui: eyyy dont be talkin ta me about grammer, ya hear? Screaming Silence would NOT back down! As the fellow Roe kept it going, Silence gritted his teeth more. And with another mighty grunt he struck a pose so strong that the pants he wore literally exploded into ribbons around his legs, which were now in full view and cut as hell! Lydix Notki: LOL OH MY GOD) Sei' Castille is utterly bemused by the clothes-exploding flex-off going on over yonder. Flameson Hammersmith would not let such a challenge go unanswered. Hammer dropped into a horse stance. Every tensed fiber of muscle in his leg turned into a pressureized piston of pure pummeling definition. The pants didn't stand a chance. Somehow...somehoe..the subliger stood firm under the assault. Aaron Frostheart: We must never forget Flameson & Silence flex off )) Screaming Silence stood strong as threads of fallen clothing soard around them. A deep breathe was again taken, before he dropped to one knee heavily, and showed off those pecs in a perfect flex. The sheer power of their muscle was making small rocks and pebbles about them begin to lift into the air! Kaguya Nightsong covered her eyes as the stripping was getting out of hand. Flameson Hammersmith 's hair rippled in the sheer battle aura of the flexing fury. Hammer twisted out of his horse stance to bring both of his arms over his head again. The entirety of the giant's lower half clenched, showing an ass that could have quarters bounced off it in it's toned, non-elucidian firmness. The ground began to shake from the power of the flex. Screaming Silence was taken aback by the sheer might of the man's form. The Roe faltere da moment. the first pause in what had been a lengthy showing. A hand shot out for Aoi to toss him a water, which he then dumped over his chest and hair. With a shake of his head the big man would beat his chest with both hands, hunching foreward to curl them arms! Flameson Hammersmith turned and looked over his shoulder, snarling as both arms curled over scar-lined muscles that writhed like titanic snakes Sei' Castille: "Lydix, stay with me, you get the next winner." Lydix Notki nods to Sei. Sei' Castille: "Pray it's not one of the naked Roes." Lydix Notki: "Oh, I friggin HOPE SO." Lydix Notki: "I'll even strip for this event." Screaming Silence was unphased by the showing. Instead he would turn his back on the man and stretch one leg, the other knee bending as hs arms lifted and once more gave a solid FLEX. Flameson Hammersmith leaned back from the show of actual dexterity in the flexing contest. Fear? No. But waryness. Hammer brought his entire body around, hunching and tensing his body so that every muscle popped like a rock under assault from an earthquake. Screaming Silence Groaned at the sight, the earth shaking causing him to stumble and loose his balance. He growled..this was getting bad. He had to make a stronger move. The big man strode across the sands..towards that muscle bound, eye patched woman..and with gloved hands he did snatch her up and begin to dead lift her above his head!lift her above his head! Lydix Notki: "What are you doi-- AHH!" Flameson Hammersmith gasped at the use of the audiance as part of the show. No. He'd have to use it. His ultimate flex technique. The flask was pulled from the tattered remains of the giant's clothes. The terrible liquid was poured over his head. And there....went....the cigar. Hammers entire body glowed in a brief, furious aura of unholy blue flex power as the Roe BURNED WITH PASSION AND FURY Aoi Usui flexed her tiny body while making a shining finger pose to the sky. "OOOSSS!!! Show that muscle might! All dat time in the gym between doin my laundry and tannin at da beach! If ya win I'll treat ya to my ma's home made gravy it's ta die for I swear ta da Dawn Fatha on high." Lydix Notki was kinda heavy. She's 200 ponzes of pure muscle, and if she was a roegadyn lady instead, she would be rivaling with Silence and Flameson. Oh well, she was still a majestic muscle lady. Sei' Castille is fairly sure setting yourself on fire might be against the rules, but can't look away anyway. Lydix Notki: "H-he, I gotta fight, c'mon!" Lydix Notki squirms. Or tries. Screaming Silence widdened his eyes as the Roe ignited himself?! Endurance was one thing..but he was here to show his STRENGTH! He needed more wieghts..more! He held Lydix with one arm on her midsection, and stepped over to snatch up Gaerwn next, curling both full bodies as he tried to win this! Sei' Castille: "Hey! They aren't weights!" Gaerwn Lamperouge simply stares.. Aaron Frostheart: What in the gell am I watching. . Flameson Hammersmith staggered back from the power of the flex, motioning frantically at Sei for one of the Patented potions of the grindstone. Yeah, that was a submission to FLEX POWER. Aaron Frostheart: Hell, even. Red Duck: "It's a cultural thing." Sei' Castille: "Silence makes Flameson Hammersmith look S.A.W.F.T SAWFT in a display of muscle-flexing awesomeness!" Screaming Silence engages in general japery. Sei' Castille: "Now put down my victor!" Warren Castille: SWAFT Lydix Notki squirms. Aaron Frostheart makes a straight face at Kaguya Nightsong. Sei' Castille pokes Screaming Silence. Flameson Hammersmith took the potion and POURED IT OVER HIS HEAD. The giant extinguished in a steaming cloud of alchoholic steam Flameson Hammersmith cracked his neck. "Good fight mate." Kaguya Nightsong frowned. "Now put some pants on. You look stupid." Screaming Silence glances to Sei, still lifting and lowering both people as if this was a normal work out.was a normal work out Sei' Castille: "Put them down!" Autumn Moore: "A-Are you burned at all?" Lydix Notki: "Yeah, I have to fight." Sei' Castille: "Silence, you get the winner from over here.." Sei' Castille: "Silence, you get the winner from over here.." Lydix Notki: "Yes'm." Screaming Silence blinks, then nods quickly, setting both folks down on the ground. Giving a thumbs up to each for the help..before striding over to Hammersmith..fist extended to bump knuckles...as Muscle Brothers Flameson Hammersmith looked down, still chewing on his cigar. "Nah. Party trick iffin yez do it right. Dun work when yez tryin t'ae pretty boy though. " Hammer was...still steaming and stank of boiled potion. Lydix Notki PULLS AWAY. Flameson Hammersmith bumps fists with Screaming Silence. Screaming Silence bumps fists with Flameson Hammersmith. Gaerwn Lamperouge quietly walks away after being used as a weight.. Flameson Hammersmith: "Go gettem mate." Screaming Silence glances to Aoi, wondering if she had spare pants before his next match

A log does exist. I'll see about getting it posted with Warren's okay of course.

A bond of muscle was formed that night that shall never be broken. And Roe's proved that all other races are merely workout equipment waiting to be plucked up.