mr_e_s

Such the perpetual pessimist.

Stark It was almost perfect, how fast he had found her, she was with Dom, Fargo and...Stark really didn't knwo that kid's name. They seemed to all be getting along. Having fun even. It made Stark really happy for some reason he couldn't pin down. He walked up to the group as non chalantly as possible, giving a brief nod to Dom and a few heys and hellos to the others. He let the conversation go on for a bit. He was about to grab Yuki when...Lorenz Archival came and completely railroaded the goings on prior. Stark really didn't have a lot of patience for this, and at the first possible juncture, he pulled Yuki aside and told her he'd found her father. Some quick apologies and some light ditching of Dom, the kid and Fargo to the certain madness of Lorenz Archival. Stark dealt with enough crazy on a regular basis, he didn't need more. And he didn't want to keep Eltiar waiting. He could at least make a happy family reunion. Whistler Here's the thing about our cell. We got two brains, and two guys doing all the gruntwork. Now, in your average cell, Cog, he'd be a brain, but in our cell, he's a grunt like me. You ain't never seen a grunt do so much cool shit with gears and camshafts though. They don't always work, like one time, this machine he made to dispense bird seed over a large area so all the birds could have plenty of food and you wouldn't need feeders all over the damn place, well, it caught fire and started spitting out burning seeds all over this park he put it up in. Damn near burned the whole city down over some bird feed, he did! So you always had to take his inventions with a grain of salt. Drin was a bit more reliable, cause he liked to test things and test them again and give 'em more tests before he'd even really let anyone else use 'em. Cog figured letting people use them was a test. So you can understand why I was feeling more then a little uncomfortable in his little horseless cart. Damn thing was louder'n horses, for starters. Slower, too. And god damn did it rattle. I figured Doc Beaker was just driving it wrong, didn't know which lever accelerated and which one dispensed after dinner mints. Whether it was the ride itself or the driver, the trip was an unpleasant one. Not just cause we'd lost contact with Cog and Tinker, cause we really didn't know where we was headed. The doc, he wanted to go to Carthica, and I thought that plan was alright. But Carthica, she's pretty far, and I didn't care to spend more'n a day in that deathtrap, soes I figured I'd suggest we check someplace closer, like Highrise. Truth be told I was getting pretty motion sick too, and between that and those weird creaking noises that made me sure every time I heard them would be the last time, cause some camshaft or rod or joint or something would burst through the floor and impale me on the wall, as some kind of warning to anyone else stupid enough to get on that thing. I didn't complain about it though. Beaker tied to grow me wings once and that was way worse.

LotE? In my base?

"Hey man, mind if I ask you which way the capitol is?" The soldier stopped in his tracks, a little taken aback at the casual way in which a civilian had just addressed him. Being a soldier garnered some respect, and even though he didn't expect a civilian to know what the markings on his shoulder meant, they still indicated he was a petty officer, not one of the mucky mucks, but high enough up that the new recruits had to call him sir and give up their chairs in a full restaurant for him, all those little benefits. He didn't particularly care for being called 'man', especially in front of his men, even if there were only three men serving under him currently. Maybe it wasn't the manner in which he was being addressed so much as the man addressing him. He had a look about him, like he didn't respect anything, like he thought authority existed to be rebelled against. He looked disheveled. Homeless, maybe. The kinda guy that would be turned away if he applied. The soldier briefly considered just disregarding the urchin, but opted instead to demand his respect, to show his men that he would demand it from them as well. "I am a petty officer of the national army! You are not to address me in such a colloquial fashion, peasant!" He gave the bum a quick boot to the stomach to emphasize the point. Far from the expected reaction though, the miscreant just started laughing. "Soldiers, huh?" He called out from the ground, after they had tired of watching him chuckle and began to continue about their important business. "Heh, I used to be a soldier of sorts. A while ago. I was kind of the runt of the bunch. Got made fun of a lot, wasn't man enough to hang out with the big boys, all that." His audience barely stopped to take note of his ramble before continuing on their way, considering him a lost cause. They kept going to the end of the street, and walked down another, letting his voice drown out in the small bustle of the tiny community. ...and drown back in as they walked past him again. Against a different building. "Army's gone now though, lost our head, kinda fell apart. I've kinda been moping around ever since. For a long time now..." He had their attention now. He was in the exact same position, like he never moved, but he'd gotten there ahead of them somehow, and they'd been walking in almost a straight line. "kinda miss all those guys, even though they didn't care for me much. We were kind of a family, you know? You guys'll love this though, the other day, I got the call back. I'm going to have a family again! It might be a bit smaller, and even more dysfunctional, but less alone, you know?" The three privates had stopped to listen, but were beckoned forth by their commander, who was determined not to be impressed either by the homeless man's quick reappearance, or the fact that he was juggling while lying down against a wall. As they entered their little outpost barracks, currently occupied only by them, they realized that same man was lying on one of their beds, and now he was juggling knives instead of balls. This couldn't be ignored any longer. "You! Get out of here!" The commander barked as authoritatively as he could muster, trying his best to conceal the fact that this man had gone from a mild annoyance to genuinely unnerving in record time. "This is official government property and if you continue to trespass in here I will not hesitate to have you arrested and thrown in the stockades." Now the man on the bed gave a deep smile "You and what family?" The commander turned around, and stumbled back onto the bed beside the bum. His men all had stab wounds in their necks, but not knife or anything. Two were already dead, one was silently clutching at his throat in a futile effort to stop the bleeding. The juggler stood up casually now, as though he were walking through the motions of something he'd planned out since before he'd met these guys, though in reality, there was no plan here, just a whim. "So, man, which way is it to the capital from here? I'm a little lost, you see, and I'd hate to keep my new family waiting." It took a minute, at first there was nothing resembling a reaction, then some stammering, finally a weak pointing westward. Seemingly satisfied, the murderer got up and walked out the door, but not before turning around and commenting "I'm going to leave you, maybe after what happens next, you can be all alone like I was. Then we'll see how rude you are." As he looked around the streets, feeling somewhat invigorated by his badass moment, he wondered vaguely how he could get to the capitol. Then he facepalmed. While looking out at the capital city he thought to himself I forgot I could do that.

man if I had a nickel for every time someone asked that. I'd have a lot of little asian girls.

It was funny, if you took a moment to step back and really think about it. It didn't seem it if you were looking too close, though. A lot of people were dying.Shit, he was in pretty bad shape himself. Still if you took a step. Well, maybe a few steps back and took a big look a twhat was going on, you could definitely see the morbid humour past the bodies. Two caravans, each from different nations, waving different flags run into each other in the middle of a forest, both taking really roundabout paths to their destinations trying to avoid conflict with each other. If either one of them had just taken the road they never would have met. But they did meet. And these two caravans of merchants, with no attachments to the military, out of fear for their lives send out their hired guards to defend them. But they didn't have to. That's the thing. Neither side was military. Just two like-minded groups of people, trying to do business. If either side hadn't put up their mandatory flags that day, they might have just gotten along did some trading, had a party together in the forest. He could have been chatting up some foreign girls, telling them tall tales of amazing exploits, only some of which he'd been around for and none of which he'd had as big a part in as he'd have claimed. That wasn't going to happen though. he didn't think very many of them were alive any more to chat up. Hell, when the two groups met, they could have just agreed that neither ever saw each other, and move about their lives, and they probably would have, if them meeting up in between the two caravans hadn't been interrupted by a small group of bandits looking to make a quick profit. They weren't even a threat. These were two pretty well trained guards, and this group of bandits weren't ex military or anything. Probably just locals, hitting that point of starving enough to think taking from others was the way to go. No one had to die. All we had to do was rough them up a little bit so they got the idea that this wasn't one of their better plans. So many ways this could have gone better, so many reasons it shouldn't have played out this way. It's really amazing when you think about all the stupid little things that had to coincide for one big stupid bloodbath. All it took was one accidental poke with a spear. Or something like that. he hadn't really seen that bit. before he realized what was going on, that one little accident from one side of the guard to the other turned into a stupid argument with some shoving. Some others got involved, a punch was thrown. Still not a big deal. This one guy got socked pretty good. Some girl from the other caravan came over to check on him. She was real worried for a second, but after seeing he was alright. She went over to the guy who socked him to give him a big piece of her mind. This guy had been a shit disturber since day one with the caravan. Big talker, liked to act real tough. Well, he slapped this girl down, probably thought he was pretty cool doing it too. Well the guy he socked before didn't think it was too cool. He threw a knife into that big bastard's arm. And that's where it really went south. That guy that just took the knife in his arm, he was seeing red now. Nobody had liked him since the day he showed up. People avoided him. But when one of your own gets attacked, popularity isn't really an issue any more. People went back to fighting, this time with weapons out. This girl tried to get out of it but she took a hard club to the face trying to run through a fight between two other guys. She would have been fine, just a little dazed. But try telling that to a girl's family. They rushed in, their merchant friends tried to join them, the other side rushed in too, and a stupid little fight turned into a free-for-all. By the end of it, people were just fighting tooth and nail about nothing. There weren't any sides. There'd been more then one fight between people flying the same flag. Pretty much everyone was down though, really badly injured or just dead. For nothing. Him and a couple of guys from the other side were all that was left. he was still lost in what was happening, but he wasn't about to get killed for it. He had another job offer, but he didn't take it. he had his eye on one of the girls in the caravan here. poor choice of words. Recent gaping eye wound and all. He was pretty sure it had been a rapier that punctured it. He supposed he was lucky that it hadn't kept going further. He didn't really feel lucky though. These guys didn't look great either. All three could barely stand. The difference in the fight came down to him having the heavier weapon, and when he used it, they didn't have the speed to doge or the strength to withstand. He cut them down cleanly as he could. Knowing that if he let them go, they wouldn't do the same for him. He walked for a couple miles, just wanting to get away from it, to not see any of it any more. In a world so full of dangers it was just two groups of people in the forest killing each other because they were afraid for their lives and afraid for the lives of those they cared about. Neither side wanted this, not even just for the others. Just... fate? As he stopped and lay against a Tree trunk, he just had to laugh at it. How stupid and unnecessary all of it was. Now that he'd had a moment to step back and think about it.

I'd like to use this opportunity to say I don't like seph1212, from what I've seen of him. Seems very self-important, and obnoxious, if in a passive aggressive fashion.

DAMNIT RONNY YOUR WORDS CUT ME TO THE BONE.

We kind of ignored him for a week. He might not be posting anything in character now.

Stark He subconsciously felt at his right pocket, where he'd been keeping the thing. He'd almost forgotten it was there. Hard to believe considering it poked at him at the most inopportune times. Wait, so this thing was connected to this organization somehow? If anything that made Stark not want it at all. He was about to quickly hand it off to Eltiar. Tell him that it was his problem now, that he could deal with whatever that thing was. Stark really didn't want any of it, after all. Something else caught him off-guard first. The mention of Yuki. Stark was such a selfish asshole. Looking for Eltiar and leaving Yuki out of it. He wanted to sort out his own shit, and completely disregarded the fact that she might want to see her father. Now that he found Eltiar he wouldn't have to hold onto this stuff. He could ask anytime. Truth be told, he was happy to havean excuse to put off the hard questions a little longer. "Yuki! I almost forgot! She's here! I ran into her in Corthrone, She was looking for you. Just... wait a second, I'll get her!" Stark got up and started jogging off towards the hotel which was just a few blocks away. He thought enough to turn around and call out "You're not going to disappear on me again are you?" Before he went out of sight.

Dude, it's fine. Also I forgot to check the sign up topic. Stark is... Just looking for a place he can be happy? Also, god damn SQ, I'm sorry I've been away. I love you.

Dear God Ronny. You run a tight ship. Your RP is so...wait a minute... Anyways, new thing looks world's better, if undetailed. Approved.

Stark An old cafe, not as old as the arch, but the state of it wouldn't have surprise him if it had been called the New Arch cafe at some point early in it's existence. Actually, they weren't even that close to the arch. It just looked more decrepit then it should have, given the generally pristine nature of a town so full of pride. Stark wondered, if not their appearance, what did this place take pride in? It certainly wasn't their coffee. Stark told Eltiar as much,and a little bit more, babbling. He had a lot to say, bu the couldn't seem to do mroe then make smalltalk. He was furious with himself, disappointed wwith his hero, and disgusted with this coffee. Why on earth was this place so full? He passed on that thought to Eltiar, or he meant to, but it came out mroe like "Who are you? Have you been a member of this secret evil organization this whole time? What about Yuki? Do you even care? Is she just your cover? What have you been doing all these years? Killing people? Why... Just why?" Huh. Those questions came out easier then he'd thought they would. Unintentionally even. The coffee tasted better, too.

Okay. You read the sign ups, I'll give you that much. But there are issues here. First Your character looks pretty OP from first glance. Having been involved in the assassination attempts of several pretty OP chars as is. Able to use all kinds of magic, which would require some pretty hefty explanation as we currently have exactly 1 guy who can match that claim, and a) he doesn't also use 'The Blade of the Elements', and b) he is kind of a clean-up killer for this Organization of superbadasses whose specific role is to eliminate super badasses. On the subject of that Blade of The Elements, btw... I'll need an explanation of how it differs from a regular sword before I'd let it through. Second, he seems really cliche. Not that I mind cliche, but I'm more of a fan of turning cliches on their heads. That said, shoot me a PM, we'll work out some minor stuff, and get you RPing ASAP.

Stark He'd been sitting on the steps, lost in his own petty worries for a minute now. Something about Eltiar always made him feel like a child worried his father was disappointed with him. Funny thing, even if he met his real father these days, he probably wouldn't give a damn what that deadbeat thought of him, even if he were still alive. Stark didn't know either way, though. Didn't really care. This whole line of thought was his way of distracting himself from going in there for as long as he could. Which was stupid. He didn't even know if Eltiar was in there, and if he was, Stark had come all this way just to see him, to help him. Stark saw a familiar face leaving the library. Not Eltiar's Another man from that same group, though. The machinist, Drin. Had he known where Eltiar was this whole time? Had he been keeping things from Stark? It wasn't worth getting angry over now though. Especially after that outburst in Corthrone. Oh Lightkratos. Had he told Eltiar about that? This just wouldn't be worth it. Stark got up and started to walkaway, back to the inn. He'd bring back Yuki with him, then he'd have an excuse not to ask the hard questions and give the harder answers. He didn't make it very far though, before Eltiar had called out to him, haling him in place. "Hello, Stark." Such innocuous words. He wanted to run. It felt like so much had changed since the last time the two of them had spoken, outside of Oakheim. Were they even the same two people? As Stark turned around, he saw Eltiar looked very much the same. Maybe it was just Stark then. Maybe all these revelations and death and pursuit had broken him somehow. Or maybe he'd barely slept in the last two days and he was letting it get to him. He couldn't really tell right now. He tried to smile, but couldn't really force it. after a few seconds of halfhearted attempts at a grin he gave up. "Hello, Eltiar." All that time on those steps and he never really put any thought into what he should say to his friend. Stark had never been one for words, but he wasn't easily tongue-tied, either. This was a little foreign to him. He just mustered up what he could for now. "I think.... Could we sit down somewhere and talk?"

Cool Ragnell, you're hypothetical 4 sentences prove there's no character issues with the Hell Run. After all, if it was just poor storytelling for the sake of a same-y health drain march, it's completely forgivable, right? I also enjoyed the parts where you said Samus is the same old bounty hunter we know and love from other games. Man, I remember that time she spent half an hour crying about Meta-Ridley in Metroid Prime, that was a real tear-jerker. I also liked the motherhood issues preset while she was fighting off the Ing. Remember that part in Super Metroid where she sat down with Crocomire and talked about her severe Daddy issues? Good old Samus. She's been a strong icon of submissive women since the 80s, apparently.

5 posts in a month, all by me. I've got a regular monopoly going. Boyd: So, the other day I was with this fine girl. Oscar: No you weren't. Boyd: fine. So the other day I was with Calil, and we were at this fancy restaurant. Oscar: No you weren't. Boyd: Alright alright. So the other day, I took Fiona out to this reasonably priced steakhouse, and she totally let me sleep with her because I was so smooth. Oscar: That didn't happen. Boyd: Okay, you're a shrewd individual, here's the truth. The other day, me and Aimee Went to Crazy Largo's big house of Tigers and She let me feel her up a bit before we said good night. Oscar: Nope. Boyd: ALRIGHT! So maybe me and Meg accidentally met at McDragon's and I tripped into her, kind of grazing a boob, and she slapped me saying she was saving herself for Zihark. Happy? Oscar: That didn't happen either. Boyd: WHy would I make that up? Oscar: I don't know why, but you've had all your meals right here in the tent for the last month, alone, in that corner, over there. Maybe you just thought if you had a good story, you could come sit with people again. Boyd: That is the most ridiculo-yeah, yeah that's what happened. Oscar: ... Boyd: ... Oscar: ...Go sit in your corner!

Stark Stark had kind of let the world fade for a while there. He'd been holding up so much stress, so much tension, trying to take care of himself and the people who had inexplicable chosen to follow him. It had been too much. He'd tried to be a leader, but it clearly wasn't for him. Dom had been doing a passable job of it, since Stark had abandoned any kind of planning in favour of spending time with Yuki. He wasn't sure what would happen now that they were in Keeparch, though. Dom had a goal and he got the group there, talking with that merchant group and the old lady to get them there. But would he be able to take charge now? He couldn't do a much worse job then Stark had done in Corthrone, so concerned with letting everybody make their own choices, he almost got them all killed when he finally snapped... The trip to Keeparch had been nice, though. Yuki could do basic magic now. Stark remembered Eltiar telling him that he was almost certain that she had the gift. That she was special. Stark kind of tossed it away at the time as talk from a loving father. Not that Yuki wasn't special, Stark just didn't think she was ever going to be a great ice mage. Not that little crybaby. There she was though, ball of ice in hand. Maybe she'd be as strong as Eltiar one day. The moment that really knocked him back into reality was when she'd asked him if he knew where her father was. Stark didn't have much of an answer, but his gut told him he was on the right path with this one. All he'd been able to tell her though was that if everything worked out, they'd be meeting up with him i Keeparch. It was too bad in Keeparch, there was no sign of his old friend. It was funny, he had a habit of showing up when Stark really needed him, but was almost never around when Stark wanted to find him. This wasn't the first time he'd disappeared on Stark without warning. Stark prayed to Lightkratos it wouldn't be the last. Searching the city was fruitless, though. Stark wasn't about t tell everyone to split up this time, but no one was waiting for his words any more. Maybe he'd lost their respect ith his outburst in oakheim, almost gettng killed by paladins because he couldn't keep his temper in check was pretty embarrassing. The people were none too helpful, either. He still looked pretty beat up from all these fights the last few days, and even the partial sleep he got on the cart over wasn't really doing lots for him. He really just needed to drop, but the look on Yuki's face whenever he wanted to quit kept him going. He'd been avoiding it, the last time he'd been there, he'd inadvertently said the wrong thing, more specifically, that the whole religion was stupid and these people took themselves way too seriously, and had it not been for the calming words of an ice mage, he'd probably be missing his other eye. It was kind of a dark time for Stark, after he lost his eye, but before he gave up being a merc. He was always so angry. Eltiar had really helped, or at least, tried to, but Stark was just... he remembered the fight in there, afterwards, Stark had yelled at Eltiar, telling him not to get involved in his life, to stop pitying him. To just leave him alone. Somehow he knew, before he walked into this town, before he did the caravan, and certainly before he took those first steps outside the great library, that's where he'd find Eltiar. He just wasn't sure he wanted to. Not there, at least.

I'll get to it!

Not an RPG. Not MMO. But yeah, an MMORPG.

Not here, though. I mena, I imagine someone will feel the urge to, after I said no one had, but as of this moment, in this topic, no one has called Minecraft the best thing since sliced bread, cause it's not. It's just cool.

Then let your stomach rest at ease, cause ain't no one said that.

My current project.

So hey, Minwecraft. I play ona multi server and I have three worlds going atm. A mining world, an exploration world, and a world that's probably going to be a building oriented world.

I blame the GM.