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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: Soel's Name
“How about the name of your, soul,” Bas’ growled softly, “Seems to me that was the requirement for us to get off the train in this town… Same rules don’t apply to you or what?”
"And yes,” the seer continued, addressing the little-spirit’s additional statement, “I know... I could hear the explosion from here, after all.”
“From here,” Bas asked dubiously, not entirely certain that the ghostly image of the conductor from just a moment ago was just coincidence, “or from there? What the hell’s goin’ on in this place… lady?”
Rena chuckled softly, "How apt... I suppose my soul's name is the name I bore a long time ago... Lachesis..."
She pauses as her apparent gaze follows Guinevere over to the urn of soil. The soil is cool, though getting just a bit dry to the touch.
“So,” she interjected, looking up around the room, “I suppose you mean ‘velvet room’ as in a colour, not as in the fabric?”
Rena nodded in response, "Yes..." She says softly.
Guinevere studied the pitcher with a thoughtful frown. “Hey Rena—if that is what you prefer to be called—how do you see with that mask on? Are the eye holes hidden or something?”
Rena chuckles softly, "There are none." She replies, "My eyes can take in light... but I can't see with it."
Guinevere suddenly asked, “And so why have you brought us here, to this town?”
Rena shook her head at Guinevere, "That wasn't my doing."
Rena turned back to Bas, "It may take some time to fully comprehend... what do you know of time, wanderer? To most, it is a river, flowing surely in one direction. However, if a storm is created... what happens to those on the river?"
Rena paused, before adding, "Where it is safest, is naturally, off of that river. That is where we are. Now, each one of you who have signed the contract has a choice to make. Will you avoid the storm, or will you destroy it?"
She folds her hands together, not pausing to allow a reply, "I don't need to hear your answer... nor do you need to answer now... sometimes it's best to watch the storm from a distance first."
Rena now pauses, her gaze looking back over to where Guin is, by the urn.
Posted on 2010-03-31 at 19:58:52.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Does this mean I get to tell Ray to stop talking to himself?
Aftermath
Galen's eyes never left the loft, although his ears were focused on his surroundings; he wouldn't have been surprised if this perceived delay would warrant investigation from those outside. Thankfully, the latter came after the creature had been felled. Galen stood apart from the others, his arms crossed, torch tilted to the side and away from him. He vaguely paid attention as Owen mentioned that the creature would simply vanish, being a creature not of this world.
He frowned vaguely. An 'Outsider'... what defined an 'Outsider'? If it was simply a creature not of the world in which they were currently presiding, would they not apply to that definition as well? If that was the case... what would happen if, for instance he, died?
Galen shook his head, his long dark hair falling out from behind an ear, to obscure his right eye. He scratched his nose lightly with his left hand, lost in his own thoughts. He almost didn't register when people began leaving. He followed as well, of course.
When the group was finally alone, he took the time to assess everyone's wounds.
"If we're going to keep doing things like this, perhaps you all should consider getting some leg protection." He murmured, before shrugging. It was the first time he had spoken (or at least was noticed speaking) since the death of the hound.
He spent what healing energy he could, feeling it drain away his concentration and providing him fatigue in return. Yet, it was a strange fatigue. A fatigue of only the level of the psyche. Noting that Ray's leg still appeared to be hurting him, Galen also took the liberty of making a makeshift bandage for him, just to hold it a bit straighter. It obviously wasn't broken, but he felt that a bandage may serve to help keep the leg straighter, so it wouldn't wake him in the middle of the night by its inadvertent movement and aching. Whether it helped or not, it was probably discarded in the morning, when it appeared that the leg had finished healing.
7th Day
Galen took a deep breath as he cleared his mind, holding the deck of cards in front of him in one hand. He flipped the first three cards this time, setting them in a triangle in front of him, akin to the placement of persona cards in triangle fusion. 0, II, and IX now. He picked up the card IX, regarding it in his hand carefully, or rather, regarding what he felt the card held and represented.
IX. To be to the side of both the darkness and the light. Neither one nor the other, to watch and observe changes... then there was the aspect of being alone. To be alone is to let one regard oneself carefully. To be true to oneself and to allow for one to change.
"To be honest is not a mistake; it is a way for the heart to awake." He murmured softly to himself.
~
Galen mostly kept to himself, as he was prone to doing. Absently he wondered how the others were doing. After a fair bit, something caught his attention. Or rather, probably everyone's attention. A wolf bearing a wound. Galen frowned slightly. Was it really that stupid to 'challenge' a full group of people? He stood up, already feeling electricity beginning to spark at his fingertips. He was going to fire a warning jolt, at the footpaws of the wolf, but was interrupted by the appearance of a new wolf. The two squared off, and Galen shook his head, frowning. He vaguely recognized it as both exhibiting a desire to control territory. He couldn't help but wonder what the chances were that both wolves were male.
He didn't have time to wonder long, as movement derailed his train of thought. The second wolf apparently saw something in the first that it didn't like, and ran off. The wounded wolf, naturally, went to pursue after its would-be challenger. Galen frowned once more. It seemed that there was something not right about that first wolf. He wouldn't be surprised if it was successful in dealing with the second, whether running it off, or killing it. Unless it happened to run into the second's pack. But even then... he doubted it would run... it didn't seem that bright. Or perhaps it would run from a pack of wolves, but not from humans because it felt that humans were weaker than itself, even if wounded.
Nevertheless, he had a suspicion that this trail would become wolf territory. He wondered if he should mention anything to any of the others, but decided against it for now; he presumed that the others would come to suspect the same thing, or at least what it implied.
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“I suppose that means we’ve got another week to screw around,” Owen said when we were safely back in our shared room, “You think we should get another job from Mr. Sakamoto?”
Galen shrugged, looking over, "It's something to pass the time." He replied, while tentatively holding a hand out for Kiara to sniff. He hadn't actually gotten around to introducing himself to her, so decided he would then. He wasn't too concerned about jobs or income, as really all that they needed at the moment was enough income to secure lodgings and meals.
Pay Day
Galen had waited patiently in the waiting room, one leg crossed over the other as he sat with his arms crossed. Although, if he were a cat, his ears would be twitching at what was being shouted in the other room. However, this would be more out of desire to plug into his mp3 player if he still had it (and batteries) and tune out the shouting, rather than trying to eavesdrop. All in all, it was not his concern what happened in the other room, and he intended to keep it that way.
When the doors finally opened, he stood up, his arms still crossed as his somewhat usual stance now. He looked inwards, looking over the two males without much consideration to them, though his eyes lingered longer on the woman with them.
No visible arms... means they're hidden, thus an indication of stealth, or her weapons are her hands and feet, or she uses weapons of the supernatural variety... most likely the first, since she's standing to the side as well. He thought to himself, before his gaze was drawn to the abrupt shouter pushing through the middle of the group. He was glad he was on the edge of the group then, standing just slightly to the side.
Galen couldn't help but add the thought, Also probably part of the brains of their group, given that one man doesn't look too bright... or at least isn't capable at controlling his emotions.
Turning back to Kahoko, Galen stood slightly to the side of the group, not speaking, but paying attention regardless. He did look up, frowning slightly, as Ray elaborates on the splitting of the group. If he was more vocal, he might've put forth that there were more than him and Owen who wanted to see the original mission through, but he held his tongue. This was because he was doubtful that his soft voice would be heard anyway, and also he inwardly noted that saying so would give way to the question of why they split up as they did, potentially allowing the suspicion of spellcasters to arise.
Galen relaxed, his face returning to a passive state. He found that he had little to add or say, and he had a vague suspicion that Kahoko may not have wanted to hear too much more, pending on her level of patience considering the shouting of the group prior. He found himself glancing to the bags of coins on the table, but didn't reach for one, waiting until the transaction was 'finalized'. He noted how little value he actually put into those bags, considering that the one thing he wanted was not something that could be bought; if the prejudice against magic was essentially a witch hunt, then he doubted there would be many items of magic available on the market, whether open or shady.
Posted on 2010-03-31 at 18:48:37.
Edited on 2010-03-31 at 18:52:10 by Reralae
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Careful?
Alice tilted her head up at Penelope, "Careful? What for? It's not like people can hurt me," She giggled, before pausing and rubbing her forehead, where she was shot the other day, "Well... it can hurt... but then I just have to tell them to stop it and go away. They always listen to me." She said cheerfully, closing her eyes and smiling brightly.
~~~
In the meantime, however, a man was perched quietly on a railing in the alley, puffing away on a foul cigar as he apparently read a week-old newspaper. He was chosen for the job because of his claim to be able to see around corners... he was mildly surprised that his employer found that interesting, rather than scoffed him off. Then again, she did have that strange and, in his opinion weird, pentacle pendant...
Though, what was perhaps stranger was the description of his mark as she gave him. An odd-winged girl, huh? Still, as he had pushed his sight outward enough to watch the street, that really was what he'd say to describe her. Inwardly he wondered why his target was just a girl. Then again, that wasn't his job to wonder, and the pay was considerable. He could actually pack up and leave if he actually wanted to, with the half-payment the secretary had given him. Ah well, easy target, easy money, what else was there to it than that?
The man however, leaned to the side, and felt a faint crack in his back. He should've went to the trouble to get a better chair earlier...
Posted on 2010-03-07 at 18:12:28.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Opportunity and the lack thereof
Galen waited on the lower level, his eyes casting about the upper floor, not neglecting to glance to his back now and then. Yet, in spite of the tense situation, he couldn't help but think about the inconvenience of being human in this situation. True, the race, whether real or not even in this reality, he preferred didn't have night vision persay, but still, cat eyes could see quite well in dim illumination.
He vaguely felt the hair at the back of his neck stand, though not on end. He didn't like it. If he had had his way... well, he wasn't quite sure what his way would be. Blow the roof off with the power of lightning? Too overt... since he was only irate, not pissed off. Ideally, in the perfect world, the beast would be captured, whether through mundane methods or by magical charms, and relocated. Neither the beast nor the townspeople did anything 'wrong', but then, that's how it always was.
Galen shook his head, and returned to looking up to the second level, holding out one hand. He would wait a bit longer. Lightning was a powerful force, even if it was only at a minute level right now for him. He couldn't afford to waste it at this time. Besides... he had a suspicion the beast would take the opportunity to strike once one of them reached the top. Were he a predator in a similar predicament, that is what he would do... the beast had the high ground, was wounded, and all it'd have to do would be to keep its hunters away from it.
"If you get hurt beyond your tolerance, drop down." Galen murmured, "The fall will hurt, but not as much as the beast's claws or teeth, and I'll be there shortly."
Galen kept his hand ready. When the beast went to strike, it would have to move, and so, he would try to strike before it.
Posted on 2010-03-07 at 17:55:37.
Edited on 2010-03-07 at 19:01:54 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: You see two, but there is only one
As the door to the velvet room opens, the interior lighting of the room is visible, not strong nor weak, just enough to light all within, though it has no visible source. There is an object, that could be a sundial, mounted on the far wall. It is ornate, and seemingly made up of a mix of cultural traits. In particular, the interior of the dial is a weave akin to a Celtic knot, with Norse runes around the outer circle. Yet, the pillar in the middle is reminiscent of a spinning wheel's spindle, and a thread is woven around it, dropping down where it holds a clear crystal pendant, swaying back and forth.
The room itself is rather plain, a gentle shade of velvet painted on the walls. However, the far wall has what appears to be an intricate and noble woven gate or fence, which supports the large sundial. In one corner of the room, there is an urn filled with soil, and next to it is a pitcher of water. If there is a bud, it is hard to tell; the earthen scent of the good soil obscures what else may lie in it. In the middle of the room is a table with a glass top. Past the table opposite of the door is an armchair, but its occupant is obscured by the three simpler chairs facing them, the middle of which is occupied. The one seated there is woman with short blonde hair, a blue cap and uniform, and she doesn't even have a scent. She disappears as quickly as she is seen, however, simply fading out like a candle vanquished by the wind of an opened door, but with a lack of smoke, of course.
With the conductor no longer obscuring the view, the room's owner is visible. She wears a white veil that flows back from a silver circlet set in her raven black hair, as well as a black kimono with a subtle white floral pattern upon it. She appears to be seated with one leg crossed over the other, her elbows resting on the armrests and her white gloved hands overlaying one another. Her face however, is obscured by a mask. The mask has no eye holes, and actually depicts closed eyes upon it. Half of the mask is white, with black lips and a black eyelid, while the other half is the exact opposite.
"Welcome, to my velvet room." She says softly, but her voice can still be heard from the other side of the room. She motions with one hand, indicating the chairs opposite of the table to her, "Please take a seat, if you wish."
Even though there is no incense in the room, the room faintly smells of it. However, of the seer's scent, it is difficult to determine much about her. The kimono is silk, as is the veil over her hair. Her scent has a strange mustiness to it, akin to that of a very old library, yet, she is not an immortal. Nor is she human. She almost smells of time, in a manner... in particular, the time of summer, with traces of an earthen and green scent upon her.
While Guinevere extends a hand, the seer instead returns with what could be taken as a bow, albeit one done from her seated position.
"I've been called many names... but right now you can call me Rena." She says in introduction, "And yes... I know... I could hear the explosion from here, after all."
She pauses a moment, waiting expectantly.
Posted on 2010-03-03 at 19:53:19.
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Topic: The Game
Subject: I am reminded of a song...
... can't remember the beginning exactly... but at some point it goes:
"Man, losing sure is easy and so I am no more,
But I'm not broken~
In my dream I win~
And there's no missing, a cosmic castaway, ye-ah, a cosmic castaway~"
*rubs her forehead* ... or, I think it went like that... kind of rap-ish... so some of the lyrics are a bit hard to make out...
... This is going to bug me all morning, I know it.
It's not even a song I really know... gah! *drowns out fragments of the song stuck in her head with her mp3 player*
Posted on 2010-02-20 at 18:11:24.
Edited on 2010-02-20 at 18:17:27 by Reralae
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Let's see...
The reason is quite simple... they are victims of intellect devourer attacks, but this strain of intellect devourer also eats optical nerves... thus they go blind. People only attribute the blindness to incompetence... but they really are blind. The mis-attribution effect 
Here's a question... why don't digital clocks tick?
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 16:45:58.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Part 2... Twists and Turns
Alice gave a smile, "Okay, Miss Penelope."
She followed after Penelope for a moment, skipping along the sidewalk. As they went, other people gave the pair of them a wide berth... some people even giving Penelope odd glances, as though they were wondering the wisdom of being with such a child. Alice, however, seemed to take no notice, her blue eyes more focused on scanning everywhere they walked by. She pauses a moment as she glances into an alleyway.
"I wonder if she's just playing hide and seek..." Alice mused aloud, before taking a closer look at the alley.
She looked up to Penelope, tilting her head, "I should look everywhere, shouldn't I?"
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 01:16:37.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Part One... Strangeness of it all...
Roseanne slowly woke up. For an instant, she was confused, as she didn't immediately recognize her surroundings. However, as she rubbed sleep from her eyes, she slowly came to know where she was...
She looked around, half expecting to see Smoke, but wasn't surprised that the cat wasn't there. Although, it did feel like she was here... hmm... strange dream. She yawned, sitting up and reaching behind her, to braid her long dark hair as it was earlier, securing the end with her rose ring. She stood up, and leisurely stretched for a while. A series of motions which, being a gymnast, would've been interesting to be seen. She put her socks back on, smoothed out her shirt a bit, and carefully made her way back downstairs.
For a moment, she thought she saw her ward glowing, but as she did a double take, and Alice and Penelope moved out of range, her second glance revealed it to be inert, as normal. Roseanne blinked, before shrugging. She guessed she was more sleep deprived than she had thought... either that or was still half asleep. She pondered a moment, before pinching herself on the arm. Then again, she notes that there were dreams that she has had where she's pinched herself before in the dream, and later woken up. She shakes her head.
"Strange dreams..." Roseanne mutters, before casting about for Smoke or Mr. Sharpe.
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 00:45:08.
Edited on 2010-02-17 at 00:45:24 by Reralae
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: A cat must have her tuna...
Of course...
Going to wait for Nimu to lead little Alice away... then I'll do a double post~ one for Alice, one for Rose 
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 19:59:02.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Let's see... give a few minutes... and...
I'd say it's 11:07 when Eve makes it into her room... probably would be 11:20 or so when she finishes patching herself up
Posted on 2010-02-13 at 06:49:17.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Take this... unlimited lightning blast!
As Galen made his way into the shed... something seemed off... that is, the infuriatingly obvious lack of a hound. Then again... the thought struck him. Their scents lingered in the air... surely it knew they were coming. That, coupled with the beast's already apparent intelligence, meant that...
Galen quickly scanned the few shadows that remained, which would not go to waste. A light blue line also aided him, fired by Owen, to alert him to the position of the beast. He quickly reacted, launching a minute bolt of lightning... but since he was aiming in the beast's original spot, it missed. He cursed under his breath, fighting an internal struggle to moderate the rate of his heartbeat, and to keep his mind clear of the adrenaline beginning to flow in his veins... cursed testosterone. The beast gave a howl, and Galen rolled his eyes.
"Shut up." He simply muttered.
He noted that there was one thing that sometimes happened mentally when he was in a dire situation, usually when playing a game through for the first time in its story... but inwardly he hoped it wouldn't come to that. Knowing he was in biting range, and knowing his frailty, at least compared to some of the others, he took a step back from the beast, although it could likely be seen as his nerve breaking slightly. However, he knew better than to let his fear take over. Inwardly, he changed his mindset, using one of his many fictitious characters as a facade, to hold his nerve.
He grit his teeth, holding his left hand high, knowing he had to keep light shed on the situation. His right hand, however, he quickly weaves in front of him. An oval was visible, but the rune he inscribed within the circle was much less so... considering how few eyes would be on it anyway. "Ottor gtkmru." Me mutters sharply, as the symbol burst with an audible crack in the air, sending another minor arc of lightning at the beast.
Posted on 2010-02-12 at 18:24:39.
Edited on 2010-02-12 at 18:30:47 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: I wonder... who remembers the time...?
Kenneth, who had remained in the back, eying the front door with suspicion, spoke up from hearing about the lack of merchants in the town, "If there's no merchants... then what of the rest of the infrastructure? Medical, police...?"
The front desk lady shrugged, "This is a pretty small town... only one infirmary and one police station... both of which have closed down. Although, most of us have some experience with first aid by now... not unlike your friend there," She adds, pointing to Eve's Mr. Bubble bandage.
Carrie tapped a finger on the armrest of her wheelchair, as she seemed lost in thought about something. She also seemed to be almost staring at Bas, although her eyes were a bit distant. Her husband gently lay a hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of her reverie, "Shall we get a room then, hun?" He asks softly.
"One moment," She replied, getting one last look at Bas, also noting Guinevere following after him, before nodding. The pair of them disappeared (not literally) along the east wing of the inn.
Kenneth crossed his arms, not really liking it. His eyes darted about, taking note and stock of the inn. All the lighting was electrical, simple domes attached to the ceiling for the most part. All the windows, as seen from inside, were boarded up from the outside, much like front doors. That meant the only escape routes he'd be able to use were the front doors, or, if there were any, back doors. He also noted that the strange symbol on the front door was copied on the window barricades as well... An irregular six-sided star in a diamond, with two crossed ovals in a circle at the center. Most of the furniture was well intact... although some had peculiar damages to them... the normal scratches and markings of wear, but some... almost claw-like ones, and then there were ones with... what could only be called gouges in them, at least in the front foyer. Still, it was hard to say when the next train was... that and... He growls softly. He was late. He quickly disappears up the spiral staircase to the second floor without a word.
The front desk lady scratches her cheek absently, before sighing and going behind the counter. She pulls out a brush and a small can of wood finish, and goes back to repairing the furniture as best she can. As an afterthought, she calls after the others, "You might want to come back to the foyer to be here at 11:27, that is, if you're still awake then."
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The 'velvet door' so to speak, indeed had a strange pattern to it. Almost something one would expect to exist only in a chateau, belonging to a stage magician, flowing, and spiralling.
The scent that lurks within is very difficult to place, even for Bas. One of the easiest things he can determine is that it is vaguely similar to the scent of the conductor, as well as that he can't really determine much else about it. Not even if it belongs to a human.
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Eve finds a room very easily... but she has to rely on her memory in order to determine if it faces the street or not, that is, if she wasn't slightly disoriented by the spiral staircase. It's impossible to tell otherwise if it does or not, as the windows are all boarded up. In the room that she finds, however, there is even what is likely a small dining table. Yet, fortunately or unfortunately, the chair that went with it looks as though it had seen better days... The wood itself looked decently strong, perhaps oak, carved into the antique fashion copied throughout the rest of the hotel, visible even in its design, such as the mouldings along the floor or ceiling and the walls. Still, it looked wobbly, as though the wood glue no longer held, so was merely held together by friction, potentially possible to take it apart. There is an alarm clock on the bedside table, the faintly glowing light from it revealing it to be a digital clock rather than analog.
Posted on 2010-02-12 at 18:00:12.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Gentle nudge~
Haven't heard from the our sarcastic and dark witty cat or her PI human in the game thread for a while~ They also might have a bit of a response... since Alice has confirmed her identity (although Smoke did have a very very good idea it was her).... but... might be nice just to hear from the two of you
Laters!
Reralae
Posted on 2010-02-10 at 07:51:03.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Accounted for
Galen stood with his arms crossed, torch in one hand, angled away from him, but nothing in the other. A while beforehand, he had considered using some of his inner energy to mend his friend... but he at least hoped his friend wouldn't be in the front lines... that and, all things considered, his energy may be needed elsewhere, namely in healing of Ben, who would undoubtedly fight the creature head-on.
"Do be careful." The voice that might as well be a murmur from the soft tone says, "It's quite likely that the beast will concentrate on one at a time, trying to wear our numbers down and make weakness to exploit, but in the case it doesn't, I can't be everywhere at once, so be careful."
Galen tilted his head slightly, nodding a bit at Ben's suggestion, "Yes... as long as they can't see through the doors or windows... for the glimmers of light of Owen's..." He ponders a moment, "... mine has a fairly audible and distinctive sound to it though... so I won't risk it, even inside... unless... it seems like I can get away with it..." He murmurs.
Tapping a foot on the ground lightly, Galen's mind wanders a bit, in spite of the oncoming battle. Shaking his head to clear it, he quickly follows after Ray and Ben and Owen, to be there in case any of them were hit.
Posted on 2010-02-07 at 18:49:41.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Here we go~
Post is up... and just in case a bit of a reminder is needed... Alice has a few traits associated to her Taint:
-Her 'Taint wings', a dull, dark, almost oily looking leather bat-esque one, and a bone one
-Her Taint Mark, which is a neon green diamond with a red antique-looking minute hand 'tattoo' on her forehead that turns with the time
-A minor death aura... mainly only insects, flowers, and leaves are affected.
It's good to be back and for this story to continue
Edited my post... so now Alice has finally introduced herself... although Smoke already knew who she was
Posted on 2010-02-07 at 18:31:53.
Edited on 2010-02-07 at 19:53:43 by Reralae
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Topic: Reralae here! Hopefully...
Subject: Reralae here! Hopefully...
It's been a while... hasn't it...?
*sighs* I am sorry about my absence... it can be attributed to several things...
I won't use them as excuses... but for the curious, there's two primary ones...
I wasn't completely recovered when I first came back... although I didn't quite recognize it...
I've been a bit captivated with an online game... and so... I've been so intrigued by it that I've neglected my duties here ^^;
Before I go ahead and try to catch up in the various games... please let me know which games I'm in that are still running/open.
... I really need to manage my time a bit better... I'm very sorry if I've worried anyone ^^;
Posted on 2010-02-07 at 18:27:28.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Yays! Here we go!
Alice tilts her head, closing her eyes and smiling, "That would be great! Thank you so much. Let's see... she's an inch shorter than me... has long dark hair... which she usually keeps in a long braid... oh! And she likes wearing her kimono... It's dark blue, with a floral pattern... hydrangea flowers and cherry blossom petals... yes... that's it..." She nods to herself twice.
She ponders a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "She likes playing in the park..." Alice giggles, "She's very acrobatic... although she prefers drawing over showing off... oh, but I've never seen her at any of the parks lately..."
Alice smiles, taking Penelope's hand, before habitually waiting, used to being led by her mother or father after they offered their hand in the same manner.
"By the way... my name's Alice." She says lightheartedly.
Posted on 2010-02-07 at 18:19:02.
Edited on 2010-02-07 at 19:20:13 by Reralae
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: The blue butterfly still exists...
Thank goodness this thread is one of the ones that my email receives updates for...
Of course I'll still be playing this one... it's just been so long since my last post that I haven't been checking in as often as I would like... that and... well, I'll elaborate further in the thread I'll make in the Coming/Going section...
But yes... I'm here... a blue butterfly isn't the easiest thing to see sometimes... but I'm here... just not as active as I used to be
Posted on 2010-02-07 at 17:25:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: IV Probe #5
Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery, Deck 31 - Science Lab D, 0800
For once, taking the hint that Kate wasn't very talkative at the moment, Allen decided to remain silent during the rest of the short trip in the turbolift from Deck 36 to Deck 31.
When they arrived, they found Rena already in Science Lab D, preparing their positions.
"Thank you," Rena said warmly, "Shion, Gune, Allen, you already know the procedure... but please place the probes at the side of the lab for now. Kate, please place yours next to theirs as well."
After the probes are placed, Rena turned to Kate, "Now, I presume testing will take some time, so you don't have to stay here if there are other things you wish to get a start on, or if you wish to get acquainted with other people. I know it isn't the most interesting thing to watch after all."
(OOC: Pending response from Kate... just assuming it's kind of an 'okay'; after that she can leave the lab whenever she wishes)
"Now, let's see here..." Rena turned to the lined up probes, taking a handheld reader and scanning them. When she reached the second one, she nodded, "That one is registered as probe #5, so please put it in the test chamber, Allen."
"Gotcha." He replied, quickly doing so. In the meantime, Shion and Gune took up positions behind opposite computer terminals, while Rena stood to the side, monitoring their progress. Finally, Allen went to a third terminal adjacent to one by Rena. There was a soft sound of sliding metal as Rena's visor slid into place, blocking view of her eyes as she prepared to take notes.
"Alright," Rena said, "Gune, Shion, you know what to do."
Gune nodded several times, "Yes yes..." He quickly began typing on the computer, muttering as he went, "Initialize the waves with a multicentric force... multiplied by the limbic perimeter algorithm..."
Shion also said aloud what she was doing, but in contrast to Gune, it was in more understandable terms, "Initiating artificial vacuum... commencing startup sequence... requesting access to the encephalon core... partition online, A-LINE protocol in effect... activating quasi-reality projection simulators."
Rena nodded, murmuring to herself, "EMF force fields and encephalon projector online..." She turned to Allen, "Allen, how are the sensor readings?"
Allen checked his terminal, before reporting, "I've activated the probe now... The systems appear normal; no malfunctions detected."
"Right, Shion, let's start from the beginning with the level 100 processes." Rena instructed.
"Roger," Shion replied, "Beginning with particle detection test; simulating alpha radiation at 300ppsm."
Although nothing was readily visible within the test chamber, bright sparks of light suddenly appeared along the walls of the chamber.
"Yes yes... the field is holding at full integrity." Gune reported.
"The sensors are fluctuating between reading 298 and 303 ppsm." Allen quickly said.
"A small margin of error, as to be expected." Rena replied, "Recalibrate the sensor array."
"Calibration complete," Allen reported, "Now reading 300ppsm, static."
After a few more successful tests for particle detection, Rena turned her attention to thermal readings.
"Increase the temperature by a rate of a fiftieth of a degree Kelvin, Shion, until Allen says there's a change in the temperature reading." Rena instructed.
"Do we need to be that precise?" Allen asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not in our field readings," Rena explained, "But for testing purposes, it helps to identify the margin of error and accuracy of the thermal sensor array."
After a moment, Allen said, "Temperature change detected at half a degree difference." He turned to Rena, "Shouldn't it be better than that?"
Rena shook her head, "It isn't necessary for this class of probe... stellar thermal readings aren't required to be so precise, because of the magnitude of their thermal energy to begin with."
After at least an hour, during which time the probe was also tested for its resiliency and sensor readings of solar wind and flares, Rena finally called a halt to the routine.
"Alright, I think that should be enough." Rena said, "Do a complete shutdown of the encephalon core, then deactivate the EMF force field..."
One down, three to go... Rena thought to herself.
Posted on 2009-11-22 at 19:29:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Oops...
I updated the logbook, but forgot the colon for the time, so the entry appears to take place 8 minutes after midnight... and I can't delete it...
I made a second entry that has the correct time, but ignore the one at the top of the logbook... ^^;
Posted on 2009-11-22 at 17:57:22.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: *giggles*
Yep, that's close to what my mind envisioned...
Just a bit rougher than I had thought... but due to recent developments, it shouldn't be a surprise, and is still quite good
Posted on 2009-11-22 at 17:23:12.
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Topic: Butterfly's Leave of Absense
Subject: Death
The droplet of water slipped away
The eleventh hour passed that day
There was no hope with which to wait
The damage done was simply too great
Sorrow cannot be expressed in word's confine
Nor in passive faces such as mine
Now another life is at its last bed
The eternal rest of the dead
In its place stands a void
That hollow feeling we can't avoid
Nothing will be able to take the place
Of that person I will never again face
... on a different note, I am not back yet; I'm at my grandparent's in the country, so my access is limited at best
I may be back soon, but I may still need more time... I'm not the most stable right now, because of a slew of things... I don't wish to elaborate further.
Posted on 2009-11-18 at 01:43:12.
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Topic: Butterfly's Leave of Absense
Subject: Butterfly's Leave of Absense
Notice to all games of which I am a part of... I will be unable to post until further notice.
As far as I know offhand, these are the affected games:
The Auguries of Destruction series
Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Star Wars: Dawn of Defiance
Star Trek: No Good Deed
I am uncertain when I will be able to post again...
My grandfather is close to death's domain, if he hasn't already passed away... My immediate family and I are flying out tomorrow, hence the suddenness of this... I do apologize in advance...
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 04:56:36.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Innocence is a strong defense... but there's something else as well...
The girl giggled, as one would giggle if they knew where the cookie jar was hidden. "But I'll be alright... I know some people are mean... but all I have to do is tell them to go away like my mom said... I tell them to go away, and they go away... well, they fall down anyway... but they don't hurt me anymore."
Alice smiled brightly, without a care in the world, before suddenly she stopped, as a thought struck her, "Oh, but you can come with me... I could use some help, and I trust you... I'm looking for my friend..."
Her eyes widened slightly, very much as the pleading young girl she was, "Will you help me? Please? I don't know where Jen is..."
Posted on 2009-11-14 at 04:52:07.
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