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My least favorite genre of music is music that wasn't in AI War. My reason is yes.
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Integrity, you're definitely blue/green.
I'd say I'm somewhere between Blue/White and Blue/Red. I used to be a lot more red, but I've been tending more white lately.
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Post 2 (and also 3) are ready, but I'm saving them for later. For now, you get FILLER DOSSIERS FROM THE FUUUUUTURE.
Images are rather large, so click "Spoiler" at your own peril.
...I'm really bad at drawing scorch marks.
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Reporting in.
After obtaining a name... (you'll know the screech if you've been in a skype call with me)
Reading a book about THE ONLY RACE THAT MATTERS...
And naming our clan...
We begin! I skipped the first few fights because they were farming for VIERA PARTS to sell on the black market to buy VIERA, but here's our crew:
Weighing in at 68 HP, <horrible eldrich cries>, the Soldier!
And his lovely band of ladies:
LegolasIliana, the ARCHER OF MURDER (who later got red carded for being an AWFUL PERSON and using arrows)
Marjorie, the PUNCH ASSASSIN (who will have weapons when I get them)
Alison, the SMUG MOTHERFUCKER (who is, in fact, a smug motherfucker)
And Iona, the
SHIELD OF EMERIA<title pending actual battle performance>
Let's fuckin' do it.
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Val nods her head, and goes to get her bowl of stew. She also takes the opportunity to fill her flask with the strongest alcohol she could find in the little inn. Unless someone says something more, she simply has a seat nearby and begins eating, quite hungry even if she doesn't broadcast it.
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Val chuckled a bit. "Ah, I left something behind when we went off, and I was retrieving it. It was caught under the floorboards." She shows the sword off, fiery ruby in the hilt glinting in the sunlight. "Made this myself. Probably haven't mentioned it, but I'm a smithy by trade." She shrugs.
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After a moment's contemplation, Val finally leaves the room and walks down the stairs, looking relatively confident despite the commotion, sword sticking out like a sore tumb underneath her red mantle. As she enters the room, the very aura she exudes seems to cancel out the icy formations somewhat, returning the room to a relatively normal temperature. She isn't smiling, but she doesn't look quite as sullen and quiet as the others have known her to look up until this point. She gives a friendly nod to the pair, not the one to make the first comment.
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Val remained silent for the remaining duration, looking out the window, her eyes (probably not visibly to anyone) sweeping across the landscape, seeming to take in the little details. She nodded curtly at Toqua, letting out a quiet utterance: "Had I only realized the extent of their tyranny, I would've done something earlier. I apologize." She left the room, going for her own within the inn, seeming intent on retrieving something.
She burst into her own room, checking about... a support beam had at some point crashed down onto her little hiding hole, and her expression became a little frantic as she worried for the state of the treasure within. She lifted the support beam off, and in doing so, underestimated both her own strength and its weight, accidentally dropping it with a very loud clatter. She cringed, hoping no one would hear it. (They certainly would.) Next, however, was a sigh of relief as she tore the floorboards away to reveal a medium-length and extremely ornate longsword, still in mostly-perfect condition. Her fingers played along the heft, and she noticed a few minor scratches, making a mental note to melt those away later. Her eyes closed as she considered the meaning of such things, but it was a short-lived philosophical episode; she sheathed the sword away at her hip and shook her head, mantle falling to her side, not quite enough to cover it up.
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Val was all but silent for the proceedings, dead silent even as the gag was pulled away and too deep in thought to respond even as her wounds were mended. After a minute or two of stalling, she finally turned her gaze up towards the one questioning her.
"You'll have to bring it up with the man himself, my friend. It's not my prerogative to let you in on that, simply because that isn't information I was privy to." She looked away once more, staring out the window. "It was never really my intent to pry into matters in which I don't belong, but it seems to me that at this point you have little other option. The man's paying you rather handsomely for just such a thing, after all." She smiles, the first time such an expression has crossed her face in the time the others have known of her.
She looks back up at the half-dwarf and the smile fades as quickly as it showed up. She bares a once-bound arm, a segment of incinerated, withered rope falling off as she stands up, unbound. "I don't like hurting people. It's not my way. But if you don't go, I'll have to do it myself, and he likely won't be happy about it; it may be worth asking yourself whether getting on the bad side of a man so powerful as to inadvertantly call on an entire foreign military branch's search efforts is such a good idea." She shakes her head. "All I can tell you is, the Senians are many things, and 'friendly' ain't one of them. Perhaps you can tell that much for yourself, though." She gestures to the town, and for another second, a look of regret crosses her eyes.
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Val lets her sword drop back to her side. "Fine. That's acceptable, but let me keep going. You can catch up, anyway. We'll meet up later on the track. I don't want to be slowed down." She looks away. "Keep it quiet, but I can conjure up a little fireball to follow me along. That's how you'll be able to find me. Deal?"
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Val clenches her sword as the wyvern rider speaks, shaking her head in the darkness. "Perhaps it is true that I cannot fight off whatever may be over there alone. However, if I go alone, I can at -least- possibly get in undetected, blend in with the crowd. That IS my specialty, you see." She points her sword off in the direction of the town, not quite at Toqua, so obviously not aggressively. "And Melek here is quite accustomed to running about in the darkness. I know no more than that Xane is in trouble, and that he wishes I return. Allow your company to rest the night, and then follow. Now, in the name of your employer, move."
This last word comes out a lot louder than the rest, and her sword glows very dimly for a moment, a nexus to magical energies untapped. Though Val is generally very good at controlling her emotions, her magic is intrinsically linked to them, and at times, this slips through; she powers on regardless, as though this was intentional. "I will meet you in the village as soon as you can get the company there. We will find you. If I must leave you with a message, it will be through the inkeeper at that inn we were staying at. Ask about their 'iron ale'." She leads Melek on, intending to move forward even if Toqua won't move.
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Val looked up as her horse suddenly balked, feeling the wind currents change somewhat unsubtly. She looked up to see the wyvern rider over her, and slowed to a halt, sword drawn. The will-o-wisps she'd conjured around her, she immediately extinguished, cloaking her in the darkness of the night for the most part, under her breath cursing her lack of foresight and hoping her magics wouldn't be noticed.
She waited for the loud billowing of the wings to stop before finally responding to the Wyvern Rider. "I am under Xane's hire, not yours. He is currently in danger and has sent me a message; I am on my way to meet him. If you must, deliver this message to the others, but I will not return with you. I must see him safe as soon as possible." She grabbed the reins, waiting for Toqua to either move or respond. She was perfectly ready to use force, and the air about them was... unusually heated, but she certainly would prefer not to.
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If, at the very end of the battle, one were to look for Val, they wouldn't find anything, for she was no longer around. Having hung back with the other assigned to her, she had been overlooking the battle, silently noting certain patterns and watching... the mages, mostly. It was them that she was most interested in, though it would be almost impossible for any of them to notice her carefully scrutinizing their every move, sensing their styles and capabilities. Upon noting... something, she suddenly cursed under her breath.
She gave Aina a little stare, before muttering under her breath, "I'll be right back," sprinting off in a different direction, not even looking back to see if she would notice what were probably the first words she'd hear out of Val's mouth. Upon finding a secluded area, Val immediately prepares to activate a little magical amulet... except that it was already active, her brooch suddenly glowing brightly. She looked down at it, eyes widening, and, upon activating her end of the amulet, began sprinting back to the base camp. She looked at Aina. "I'll be back. Something has come up. Take care of things here." She mounted her horse, and she was off... back in the direction of the village from whence they'd come in the first place. No explanation, not caring that her words were probably loud enough for the others to hear, too.
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Valoria was filling her flask with the nice brandy from the inn's reserves, a little pick-me-up for later. She'd spent most of her time here out and about, scouting the local magic shops and smithies and taking mental notes. As far as anyone knew, she was always locked up in her room, because she made a point of never going out or in when anyone would see her. She wasn't much a fan of attention. Tonight was different, though, as Xane had asked her down into the common area. She had a pretty good idea of what would happen, so she sat in an isolated little corner, sipping from her flask and occasionally ordering more. Observing.
She nodded subtly as Xane approached, letting him speak his piece, shooting a glance over as Toqua shouted. She nodded as the youngling finished his piece; they'd been over this before, she knew what she'd have to do. Finally, she looked up. Her voice was low and quiet, as she didn't want people picking up on it. "You see anything out of the ordinary, hole up in my room. You have the key. I've left behind a few things to help you out." She looks out the window. "And if I see anything unexpected, I'll probably be sending. If YOU send, I'll be back here as soon as possible." She finishes off her non-flasked brandy before finally standing up, stepping into the room proper to get a better look at everyone. If someone was just idly watching, they might not've even noticed the conversation.
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Wait, how was Utsuho again...?
The member, not the Touhou character...Harudoku.
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Came back for the first time in six months, necroposted a post from three years ago, said something unhelpful and unrelated to the thread in FE4 thread, and probably immediately left again for another six months. Yep, I'm a contributing member alright
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Heather is not gay either. She talks about using her... and flirty actions to con MEN into getting things for her, I don't know very many homos but I'm sure they wouldn't try this.
I would. GG, argument over.
Also necroposting from three years ago, IRC made me do it
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You didn't mention your friend Unoriginal Person who clearly carried you >:(((((
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Galeforce.
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Name: Aeiouan Dsom Etimesy
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Agendered
Land of origin: Roma, a foreign, ancient land.
Fighting Style: Ko-myu Nikae'chi Yohn
Details: You know how this works, you get taught in GRADE SCHOOL. That's how FUNDAMENTAL it is. Don't ask me how Aeiouan conducts business, or Aeiouan will have to conduct business on YOU.
Notable abilities: Incredible articulation
Backstory: Aeiouan's story is one of incredible hardship and terrible circumstances being worked through by sheer force of will. Fighting bigotry and harsh stereotypes against those of its kind, it rose up through the social ranks by deed alone, aided by its friend and lover Ko Nso-nyant, singlehandedly and diligently working to forge every single treaty, law, and agreement in the entire land. This whole story is absolutely amazing for Aeiouan's stature, for it is actually just the Roman Alphabet.
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...holy
Evening, Camtech, how're you?
Screw it, applying, if only to be less stupid than I was a couple years ago. If possible, I'd like to be a high strength/skill/luck marksman, low speed/resistance.
Got it. I'll be getting on these by tomorrow, schedule's been jam-packed full of AWESOME.
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You don't know me at all, so wild guess. Go.
BY REQUEST
in Far from the Forest...
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You might want to turn down your volume.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0hatDiN6YVc
Comments and criticism welcome.