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Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« on: September 19, 2019, 08:10:24 pm »
The idea of Donovan as a notary seemed to sit well with him, and Angelus nodded to it. “You’re going to have to learn at least a couple of oaths, then.” He’d be a poor notary if he didn’t have some oaths with which to bind people, after all. That was the main point of the notary in the game, anyways. To ‘notarize’ the oaths and make them official within the Invictus. “And probably be prepared to not hold the position in this town, but it can be in your backstory.”

A backstory that seemed not to have been as developed, even though he had a character trope to try out. Still, he put some thought into it there, and the group listened as he started to hash it out. “High five for the sire-murdering club,” Maya joked, lifting her hand to encourage it all the same.

“Ya’ll are the worst,” Devlin sighed. “So would you have just been kind of a trophy for your sire, or was the plaything in a realm beyond the, ah, intimate?” It wasn’t improbable for bored vampires, more in the Daeva than the Ventrue, to screw people over and play with them more as a cat played with a mouse.

Maya shifted a bit at the question, even though it wasn’t directed to her.

“It’s not improbable for your clan to turn for those reasons, but figuring out more about your sire’s agenda can paint your character’s human agenda, which can then paint their agenda after being turned. Especially if it ended up in such contrast to their sire that they had to resort to murder.”

Angelus nodded his agreement with that. “And was it the notary status that he wanted secured, or something else? It’s common in the Invictus to have bloodlines that are notable – there’s a trait for it, actually. Perhaps it was a matter of inheritance, and there were other childes in the running?” More to think about, at least.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Star Wars: Rise of the Sith [Closed]
« on: September 05, 2019, 11:15:20 pm »
Manx had long sought the answer to that question himself, and even then he was struggling with words. He knew it was wrong, intrinsically, but how did he explain it? Ergas had never quite given him a reason that he could latch on to, and that was now what he was here to meditate on, to search his feelings for.

As Dreven looked down into the water, he also looked down into his own reflection. Into Dreven’s reflection. He took in a deep breath. ‘Tell me. Tell me why.’
Of course, there was no answer. Not in the standard sense.

There was the song of a hook hawk somewhere in the distance, a beautiful and alluring melody.

There was the croaks of the blarths, and the splashing of fish nearby. The pond rippled with their influence.

The heat of the sun warmed him, while the water and the breeze upon it cooled him.

All of it came together, and for a moment, Manx felt as if he might understand in that peace, why attachment was a negative, rather than a positive. He shut his eyes for a few seconds, “Attachment is easy because we are supposed to love what is around us, and to be compassionate towards all things,” he opened his eyes, looking then at Dreven in the pool’s reflection, “The Force is in all things. If we favor one thing, over another, then we are denying the equality of the Force in all.”

It was good and proper to feel compassion and love, for all, but it was hard, so hard. “We are not in contact with all things, all at once. It is easy to forget that the Force dwells in all, and has to be considered on the wide-scale, rather than the small. It is so easy to favor a person, or a thing, over others, because we are familiar with that. We grow attached to it and we wish to protect it and care for it, as we should try to protect and care for all things. It is when that attachment overcomes our sense of duty to all that it is a problem, and so we must remember and center ourselves once more.”

His gaze lifted from the reflection and to Dreven, “It is not an easy lesson. I struggle with it, just as you do, and I am still not certain I have the right way to explain it to you, and for that I apologize in my failure to you as a master, but I will endeavor with you, and struggle with you, in our effort to stay true to the will of the Force.”


Dawn twirled, the colors dancing around her, as Alec spun her around once. Her own smile mirrored some of the joy she felt at having him still at her side in the face of all of this and the tensions that were soon to mount in the Order regardless of what was determined. And he did not shy away from offering her the truth as she returned to his side and took his arm to walk alongside him.

Ergas had chosen model Jedi, not those who were more…lenient. What that meant for her would be determined.

It was clear that a smear campaign was already going on as she walked, and others whispered about her as she passed. ‘Calm.’
She repeated, but it was hard not to want to speak out and defend herself then and there. She wasn’t a traitor! She wasn’t Sith! It was hardly her fault they couldn’t comprehend the Force!

It was repeated by her master, and she gave a nod, before they walked into the room where the quorum was to convene. Her eyes glanced over those present, registering the looks some gave her for appearing in such vibrant colors, for not dressing as a Jedi, while noting the recognition of others who had expected nothing else from her.

And the one who could not see her – the miraluka woman who’s expression was always passive and hard to read.

Master Corvainus introduced her, and she bent forward a bit, dropping her head before the gathered council, “Masters,” she addressed them all as Corvainus finished his rounds to stand with them, her gaze rising and meeting the central figure – Master Ergas. “I come before you as I have been summoned.”

Master Ergas kept his gaze steady on her as he spoke, “You have been called before us and stand accused of being Sith at worse, and an ally to the Dark Side of the Force as we have termed it,” he could see the twitch of her lip, the preparation for argument. “Do you understand these charges?”

“I understand the charges, and I state that I am innocent of them all.”

Ergas scoffed immediately at that, “Do you deny, then, that you have taught impressionable padawans and younglings how to use Force lightning – an art that we have determined is of the dark side?”

Dawn could deny it, and lie. That would sink her further in the hole, and go against her own sense of morality. So, she lifted one hand, and before them all, she allowed lightning to spark on her fingertips and jump upwards. Harmless.


She felt the disturbance run through them all, except for the miraluka, who she’d swear might have seemed…amused? “I do not deny that I have taught others how to utilize this, but I deny that it is of the dark side of the Force.”

“I did not ask for your theories and your beliefs,”
Ergas was, quite obviously, more tense than before. He had managed not to flinch back, but only through sheer force of will. “You understand our tenants and our teachings, you know that this power is seen and understood to be of the dark side of the force in the opinion of the Council!”

Arguing with the Council would get her no where. If anything, stating she thought they were wrong – again – was only going to make them think she was a Sith and hiding it behind her beliefs and semantics. Still, she couldn’t help the words, “The Force has no dark side and no light side! It’s just the Force – it’s how we use it that matters, not which powers we use, and I do not use these powers to pursue evil!”

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« on: August 21, 2019, 08:21:16 pm »
Angelus was already looking over the form and making his own slight adjustments based on what was indicated. “Invictus doesn’t offer too much in the way of additional talents, except for a few oaths. Some of those could be useful if you need to bind someone to your will, but generally speaking, they have to enter into it willingly. I think there are a few that get around that, but you might want to work that in as something you do in-character. Become a notary of the Invictus so that people come to you for that power, and know you have it.”

He did consider what else the Invictus had, as well as the bloodline, as the matter of pre-determined histories floated around.

“Yeah! We’re all arriving to the game as new characters. We could have all come together. If you go with Invictus, we could know each other from there,” Devlin offered. “Not sure about her.”

Maya smirked, “Who’s to say I wouldn’t come along, or that we met en-route? What is your backstory, Devlin?”

“Ah, right – well, I was turned back in the Victorian period by a lover I had been the servant of. Didn’t know he was a vampire,”
he chuckled a bit, “Long story short, we had a bit of a break-up as he grew more paranoid and I’ve left to find my own way, since obviously I’m not going to make it far in the same domain as my sire. He’d think I was trying to usurp him and his ranking in the Invictus over there, so I’ve come over here. Plus it’s all just hella awkward with that guy now,” he laughed a bit at his imagined history. “Also, rebellious vampire phase. I’m sure they all go through it after about a century.”

Maya gave a nod to that, “What about you, Maya?”

“Oh, you know, the usual…made a deal with a demon, sealed it with murder, now I’m just making sure to leave the scene of the crime.”

Devlin rolled his eyes a bit. Usual. Sure. “What were you thinking for your backstory, Donny?”

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Star Wars: Rise of the Sith [Closed]
« on: August 21, 2019, 08:19:58 pm »
Manx watched his padawan show off a bit with the unnecessary demonstration of skill to get up to his own rock. Unnecessary though it was, it didn’t stop a smile from glinting in his green eyes as he observed him. He was, after all, still learning to master his talents. A bit of showing off was not such a travesty as he got the hang of even these simple things.

He listened for his answer.

He felt his answer as it seemed to disturb him internally – the weakness that he had displayed in front of the Sith. He knew it would remain a sore spot for a while. He had been captured. He would have been killed had it not been for the trade. Tita’s fate may weigh on him for a while yet.

He was not wrong in his answer. The Sith were evil, although a nagging thought occurred to him that Dawn might argue the reasons why they were evil. She’d never allow it to be just a matter of how they used the Force, but what they used it for. “Their use of negative emotions indicates their evil nature,” he could tell Dreven was missing quite a bit of information, “but that alone is not the reason, nor their lightsabers.” He almost chuckled at that addition.

He was sure that couldn’t be a rule. “I am not certain if the Sith still abide by the Rule of Two. It is what we know of them, but things may have changed. It has been a long time since the Sith were about. The Sith are evil because they are selfish.”

That was the core of it. “Attachment is something we avoid, because attachment makes us selfish,” something he needed to grind into himself, so he may as well help his padawan along with the same lesson, “Do you understand why?” It seemed the perfect thing to meditate on, given this was the reflection pool. The perfect thing to consider, given he may need to say goodbye to Dawn and not let it impact him.


Ergas did observe Corvainus as he worked the room, moving to speak with each individual who had been brought. Naturally, in setting the quorum, Ergas had tried to stack the deck a bit, even if he told himself he wasn’t doing that. He was only seeking out those Jedi who held the true view and understood the nature of the Force, those on the Council who would see the truth of this matter.

Corvainus did speak up. He had already been briefed on the matter, as had many others. The formal charges would be brought forward in moments.

Still, he addressed the matter of Nox first. “Dawn, Manx, and Dreven were dispatched to Nox in order to see to the retrieval of a Force-sensitive infant. Manx and Dreven reported to me after the fact to indicate they had been attacked by a Sith,” he’d already informed Bril, and others by default, so the shock was not as significant, “I will acquire more details on that matter soon. They indicated that the child they were sent to retrieve was taken by the Sith. This does not remove scrutiny from Dawn herself, who still will stand accused as a Sith.”

There, another spoke, the miraluka woman turned her head towards Master Corvainus. Her Force Sight always saw something off with how he appeared among them; unlike others captivated by his outward beauty and charisma, the Force always seemed to paint warning hues around him, though she did not indicate that. “Dawn has been teaching younglings to disregard the idea of the Light and the Dark. She threatens the foundation on which we have built the Jedi from by denying that a dark side exists, and she has taught at least one padawan how to manipulate their anger into the form of lightning.”

Expressly forbidden, and Ergas had been distraught on seeing the tendrils flash from the tips of his padawan’s tips. Not Manx, but his newest one. “If she is not the Sith, she remains a threat to the Jedi, as she seems to seek to undermine all of our teachings. Disciplinary action of some sort needs to take place if she is not the Sith, and if she is, we seek to know who else is working with her.”

That would sum up the situation, and allow Master Corvainus to leave the area to meet with Dawn in the temple, to escort her in.


The Temple was imposing in its way, but it was doubly so when Dawn walked in it. It was too quiet, it was too still. ‘Silence yourself.’ She tried to calm. She knew, in a way, it was only her own anxieties that started to rise to the surface. ‘You are not guilty. They will see that.’ At least, Dawn could hope.

They revered Qui-Gon Jinn, who had never been a conformist or typical Jedi. She had to trust that was for a reason, and that she had picked her patron well. They would see that she still held their values, even if she was…unorthodox.

They had to.

Calm soon came over her as she meditated on that point, awaiting the arrival of her own master. When at last she saw him, she would again smile and move to join him, “Thank you,” he did not have to escort her in. His choice to do so may help her cause, given the respect that many held for him. Of course, many held Ergas in that same light. “How is the mood?”

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Star Wars: Rise of the Sith [Closed]
« on: August 20, 2019, 09:20:59 pm »
Attachment was the reason they did not have Tita. Manx knew this, and knew his master’s criticism was just, when it came to himself. He should have learned better, but in truth, Manx always found attachment such a difficult thing. He and Dawn had grown up side-by-side, and he had been attached to her.

He was attached to her.

He was attached to Ergas, as well, and of course he was attached to his padawan – enough to let Tita go. Perhaps that was the incorrect decision, but would he not be a poor Jedi if he had failed his padawan in such a horrendous way? The black-haired knight found himself distracted by these swirling worries as he continued to walk, almost on auto-pilot, until his padawan addressed him.

He turned his green eyes to the young man, gaze tired, but not unkind. “The Reflection Pools, Dreven,” he answered, “Master Ergas has asked me to search my feelings, and I believe that I should. Much has happened today, and much is going to happen,” he could do little for Dawn, but he hoped the Council would see the truth.

She was not a Sith. She was not the Sith.

‘Or are your emotions clouding your vision?’
It was a legitimate concern. Being so certain of anything was dangerous. Perhaps Dawn’s search for knowledge and understanding of the Force had led her down a dark path, but he still thought he would have known! She didn’t sneak off nearly enough to train a padawan in secret, or be meeting with some Sith Lord herself. It didn’t make any sense to him.

They soon came to those reflection pools, rocks in the midst of the pools and water trickling down some of them. The sound was soothing, the water clear, and deep. “We may be looking at war,” his voice hesitated, “a war unlike the other petty wars between planets that we have seen and settled,” a war with the Sith.

He stepped on the water, not sinking, but walking upon it to one of those stones, where he perched himself, “What do you know of the Sith, Dreven?”


Fear stabbed into Dawn’s chest at the reaction, visible and audible, of Master Alec. She kept her composure under it, but her breath briefly caught in her throat at the worry that this may be too much for him – that this may cause him to damn her. Thankfully, that did not come. He agreed that she needed to change out of her attire and clean up, but his tone promised a lecture on this.

She inclined her head just a bit, “Of course, Master.” She’d have to try and make him see reason. He was more reasonable than most, certainly he’d understand that these powers were not so bad. She was not attempting to use them to prolong her life into immortality, just to heal.

The Jedi were about healing and good, weren’t they? Usually of others, but why not also of the self?

“I’ll be there soon,” she agreed, and would lift her head to follow after her master’s steps, only to take a different turn towards her own chambers. Tython felt different as she walked across the grounds, and the reason soon became obvious. Fewer Jedi were walking the area, and she wondered how many knew of the quorum – how many suspected her of being a Sith, and how many knew the Sith were, truly, back?

‘I could bring him in. I could bring the actual Sith in and clear my name, I’m certain.’
Without Manx, without Dreven, she wouldn’t have anyone to worry about. No distractions. The problem would be finding him again, but she thought that would not be too difficult. ‘What can I do to convince them?’ The question rang in her head as she stepped into her own quarters.

Like many of the Jedi, she still lived near the Temple, her room a part of many others, built out of a white stone that linked them up like dormitories, but there was no sharing rooms here. It was still small, and meant to remind the Jedi not to keep much.

Still, small crystals glinted in the sunlight, held up before the window. The room itself had a myriad of decorations or small training tools, like vials of sand that Dawn often used to meditate on or use to work on her skills. Books and holocrons both were scattered the top of a desk, and some were stacked next to it.

Her closet had the traditional Jedi robes in it, and her fingers hesitated on them. If she looked the part, would it help her cause, or would they see it as deception?

The thought caused her fingers to grip around the tunic all too tightly, before she moved it aside and took out one of her gowns, as radiant as an aurora borealis in hues of green and blue that faded into each other and seemed to swirl into each other thanks to the translucent fabrics hanging over each other. She set it aside, before stepping into the small restroom and discarding her current gown, to wash herself off with a cloth, making sure to get at each spot of dried blood, and get her hair back in order.

Minutes later, she was in the Nabooese dress, with crystals in her red hair, as prepared as she could be.

And with a few vials of sand hidden in the sleeves, because if this went south…she wasn’t letting herself die. She was no martyr.


The Council Room was where many were already choosing to gather, alerted that Master Kenobi, Master Jinn, and Padawan Dreven had returned without the infant. Master Ergas had alerted them to that, and joined the room after a few others – after he had seen Manx. His expression remained solemn as he lifted his gaze to some of the others in the room,

Master Bril was the first his eyes settled on, the twi’lek woman rising from her seat and walking over to him. The others who were in attendance also looked on curiously, “What became of the child, Master Ergas?”

He shook his head sadly, “They were intercepted by a Sith on Nox.”

He felt the shockwave of his words spread throughout the room.

The miraluka master’s responded, “Then Dawn must not be the Sith. This quorum is pointless.”

“Not necessarily. If Dawn wished to bring up the child in Sith teachings, she may have sent her padawan to steal it,”
Ergas noted. “We all know that Master Dawn’s own adherence and conformity to our ways has…strayed over the years. It deserves an investigation, now more than ever.”

Bril gave a nod, “And Master Corvainus?” She had been the one to insist he show up.

“He’ll be here soon, I’m sure,”
Ergas let out a deep sigh at that.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« on: August 19, 2019, 12:23:01 am »
“Yeah!”  Devlin agreed, though Maya gave a more reserved nod to the query about the books. A Song of Ice and Fire were, indeed, favored reads of them, a book Angelus had even gotten in to. Not that he was opposed to reading, which tended to surprise people, but he preferred his poetry to novels – Maya would forever thank Paradise Lost for Angelus’s enjoyment of poetry, both the short and the epic poems.

Angelus looked to Maya, briefly, and gestured to the laptop. She shrugged, and let him take it. Her character was more or less done.

“Let me start looking into some things for you. Have you decided if you’re going to be in any covenant? Maya’s Ordo Dracul, and Devlin’s Invictus.”
There were still the Lancae Sanctum, the Carthians, and the Circle of the Crone – though one could go in without a covenant, as well. “Picking one, or none, may open up some talents. Generally speaking, a Varys character would probably avoid the religious ones, but I don’t think you have the same history as Varys – so that’s totally your call. I think Invictus is in power right now?”

“Yeah, Prince Kincaid is Invictus.”
Devlin answered, “If you’re going with Varys, you probably want to be in with the powerful, but if you’re thinking you don’t like that kind of structure, Carthians would fit. Depends on what part of him you want to emphasize – his in the midst of power, or his desire to overthrow the power.”

While they had been talking, Maya did consider whether or not the ‘Varys’ character should know anything, but in the end, she said, “No one is going to know that my character is an En. The Bloodline is aware of its own reputation – or at least, I am,” a vampire chilling with a demon and diablerizing others? Hard pass. “I’ll just let myself be known as a daeva. No bloodline. You’ll have to figure it out from there, but if you want an in-character history for our arrival, I do not mind that.”

She had no desire to really devour an Iltani. They weren’t what she was hunting.   

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« on: August 17, 2019, 08:25:03 pm »
Angelus did grin at Devlin as he insisted Maya’s character was broken. That was the point, after all. He just gave him a wink before returning his attention to Donovan, who tried to explain what he wanted.

As soon as the name ‘Varys’ left his lips, Angelus knew.

It seemed that Devlin and Maya also heard, as Maya was making adjustments to take resources off of her sheet now that she didn’t feel a need for it, and put the points elsewhere. “Wait, you read a Song of Ice and Fire, too? Man, I can’t wait for a Dance With Dragons to come out,” Devlin whined.

“It’s never coming out,”
Maya noted, “So we’re going to have to deal with a spider….”

“Say no more,”
Angelus relaxed into his seat a bit, “Varys I can do, Mekhet is definitely a good way to go with Varys. The main thing he’s known for is using children as allies, so you’re probably going to want to put points in allies and contacts, and definitely streetwise. You’ll also want resources, people need to take bribes. Iltani might be a good bloodline—”

“You’re a horrible person,”
Maya stated when he suggested that. She didn’t know many of the mekhet bloodlines, but Iltani was one. Because it was rival to the En.

“—because they also have the animalism of the gangrel, so that would mean you’d also have spies among the animals if you wanted them,”
he continued, unperturbed. “Along with auspex, and obfuscate, so you get the best of all here, so far as spies and contacts are concerned – not to mention an immediate rival,” he gestured to Maya at that, a slight smirk on his lips, “The Iltani and En bloodlines have a bit of a history. Your character doesn’t have to know that, of course. Technically speaking, unless you two agree out of character, your characters wouldn’t even know either of you have bloodlines.”

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« on: August 10, 2019, 11:18:07 pm »
Angelus looked over the information that was in front of him, and the way that Donovan had organized it all while he heard the rustling of movement from Devlin and Maya. He tuned them out, and ignored his thought to suggest that Donovan play a specific type of vampire that Maya wanted to devour. 

That was just cruel.

Kyle seemed just as confused by things, but agreed on Mekhet, “Yeah, you don’t really seem like a Gangrel,” Angelus consented.

He turned his seat towards Donovan a bit, “What did you like about Gangrel, anyway? There’s probably a Mekhet that has some of those traits, or vice-versa. Like I know the Empusae Gangrel have obfuscate and auspex, traditional Mekhet things.” His memory was impeccable even if he wasn’t playing. That, and Maya had been intrigued by anything with ‘auspex’. Her desire to wreck people’s minds was clear.

“Unless you’re just wanting to be a simple Mekhet and not get into all the bloodline nonsense. Then I just need to know what you think your playstyle is going to be. Or what you’re hoping to do. I made her,” he gestured to Maya, “start with a concept and we went from there.”

‘Corrupt Monarch’ had been what she settled on, with the addition of the demon. Of all the plays she’d ever done, she kept a soft spot for the time she got to play Mephistopheles to Devlin’s Faust. “When I know what you’re looking to do, I can tell you what to max. Maya didn’t think she needed to max strength, but….” Well, the way they played it, strength was better than dexterity. It was a character, after all. Not themselves.

Maya would never have that sort of unwieldy strength in life, but her dexterity was already good.

“You WHORE!” Devlin was cackling as he said it, and Angelus couldn’t help but look over to wonder what had caused it, even if they weren’t paying him much attention.

Angelus had missed Devlin taking out his sheet, “Okay, let’s see if you really don’t need resources,” he said, figuring it was a good idea to test this for both of them. He wanted to know how good Maya’s sheet was. He gave her a nod, “I have resources. Lots of them. Hypothetically…let’s say you need resources for an expensive car.”

“Are we, hypothetically, already acquainted?”

“You’re Ordo scum, so probably not,” he smirked, “But I wear my riches obviously.”

“Awe.” Maya rolled immediately, the dice landing on 8. “Three successes, against your composure.”

Devlin nodded. That was enough, and he slipped into his role. He knew Maya already had striking looks on her sheet, and adding in ‘Awe’ would make her impossible to ignore in any situation. “Well, well, you must be the new member of the Ordo Dracul. A shame, one such as yourself appears to belong in the First Estate. Ah, forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself – I am Kaelin Truse, and you are?”

Maya smiled sweetly, “Amara Calix,” she introduced, “A pleasure to meet you, Lord Truse. I’ve only just arrived, and I had no idea this town would be so…inept with public transporation at night.”

“Yes, it is one of its many flaws,” he gave a dramatic sigh, “one we are working on, I assure you.”

“Perhaps you would be willing to show me where I might acquire a car until then?” And then, Maya held up her fingers, crossed as she’d read was the norm to interrupt the IC with the OOC, “Dominate.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, on a Ventrue?”

“Roll it. Mesmerize.”

They both rolled, and that was what led to the, “You WHORE!” comment, that caused him to start laughing, “You dominated a Ventrue. Okay, Angelus, her character’s broken and this is bullshit, but I love it and please join the First Estate, Maya, please.”

“No way,” she grinned, shaking her head.


Hype / Re: Vanity in Dust
« on: August 15, 2017, 02:34:41 pm »
That makes sense! I had a feeling it was something like that, or BnN suggested a deal made between Amazon and the publisher. They could do the electronic copies, I remember, but I don't have a nook so it was no good to me.

Here's to hoping one day you'll get so big that I can buy your novel at my local store!

Hype / Re: Vanity in Dust
« on: August 15, 2017, 02:22:24 am »
I'm know I'm late to the game, but I was finally able to order it after getting my convention tickets and last piece for my Lady Reyne cosplay, so I'll have it soon, too!

Congrats again dear!

Edit: I was going to get it sooner, but it wasn't at Barnes and Noble...T_T

Hype / Re: Last minute info
« on: June 08, 2017, 02:15:14 am »
Thank you for the note, too! I think I got most of the things I wanted to save put elsewhere, fortunately. I know Beau and I saved our Royal series off-site, so at least that should be saved...

Hype / Re: I need a hug
« on: March 02, 2017, 03:57:50 am »
I cannot make you a stone, alas, but I can offer you a virtual hug for the hardship of a goodbye, because there is not much else to be done in those hard times.


Take care of yourself. We may be quiet here, but we're still here.

Welcome Noobel Blewd! / Re: Not Exactly New
« on: February 05, 2017, 03:26:34 am »
You Can Leave Your Hat On

Pretty sure that is one of our songs...

Welcome Noobel Blewd! / Re: Not Exactly New
« on: January 27, 2017, 06:08:13 am »
No strutting through? Tsk tsk.

Glad you're still alive.


Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Star Wars: Rise of the Sith [Closed]
« on: October 19, 2016, 03:39:04 am »
Master Ergas scoffed at what the padawan had to say, adding only, “The Sith are emotional and unpredictable beings. With the rule of two in play, it may have been in this Sith’s head to off the Master then and there.”

Emotional beings indeed, but Jedi were not deadened or heartless. The cerean looked to his former padawan and let out a sigh, “I will not let my own emotions cloud my judgment. Neither should you, Manx,” he reached out to put a hand on Manx’s shoulder, “Search your feelings,” a phrase Manx had always found odd, “You must know there is something amiss about Dawn.”

If Ergas was expecting an answer, he did not get one. Manx did search his feelings. He did know that to be true.

He would not say it.

So Ergas took his hand from Manx’s shoulder, “In any case, you both need to focus more on controlling your feelings. Your attachments run too deep.” And with the Sith threat, that could mean those emotions would be used against them. Turn them. Already, he could imagine Manx falling from sorrow. Dreven falling from anger.

He did not want to see it. “Go. We’ll discuss this matter more in detail, and I will present it before the quorum,” it may damn Dawn or it may save her, he did not know. Much would hinge on Dawn herself, and her own, former Master.

Manx gave a nod, and with a look to Dreven, started to walk away. They would both need to work on this – and he intended to head to one of the reflection pools where they would have an easier time, apart from distractions, even if Manx’s worry would be difficult to leave behind.


Clear your mind.


Dawn controlled her breathing as they walked up the steps towards the temple, a steady pace. Yes, she was innocent of being the Sith, but there was much else she was not innocent of. How much would Ergas know? How much would she need to answer for?

‘The blood.’

At the top of the steps, with the temple in sight, Dawn froze, “Master, I cannot go in like this,” perhaps the blood on her outfit would show that she fought with the Sith, opposed a Sith, but a secondary thought sprang to mind.

She wasn’t bleeding.

Wasn’t wounded. Had not been treated in a bacta tank. What she’d learned, what she’d done, was not Jedi-approved use of the Force. Not at all taught by them. It might not be denied by them – there were books that spoke of how Jedis in the old days used to help with Agriworlds – but she had learned this from Sith lore.

If she had to explain it, she could lie, but she wanted to do as little of that as possible. “I need to go change first. I can meet you back here.” He wanted them to go in together.

Did not explain why she needed to change, hoped it would be seen as simply a need to appear put together. Poised. If he started asking…he might soon learn what else she’d learned from studying the lore of the dark side. Might doubt her innocence. That was the last thing she needed right then. 

Welcome Noobel Blewd! / Re: *Frantically Waves*
« on: August 17, 2016, 09:43:37 pm »
Coffee is always accepted in hel--prison.

I have been thinking of changing my name here...

Welcome Noobel Blewd! / Re: *Frantically Waves*
« on: August 17, 2016, 04:23:52 am »
-One of the Friends-

Heya! You know me as Lucyfer on that other site ~_^

Glad to see you over here!

Hype / Re: music: let's make some kick ass playlists.
« on: August 11, 2016, 01:09:18 am »
Oh, Pere, I do love that new Lindsey Stirling song.

So I bring gifts of my own now!

Six Inch

These have been my jams for the past few days~

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: The Master's Redemption [Closed]
« on: August 08, 2016, 12:28:48 am »
The voice of the ‘boy’ could not be heard until the group actually entered the room, the trailing words of, “…is in Africa, it is only fitting that you govern your territories.”

“Govern my—WE sent Lepidus to Africa because HE tried to usurp the power of our triumvirate.” The dark-haired man was saying, standing and dressed in the white of a senator, while glaring at a boy with strawberry blonde locks who looked utterly bored. Besides him stood a man in full Centurion regalia, and besides the one who was obviously Antonius, Cleopatra.

The Egyptian attire gave it away.

As the doors opened, all eyes shifted, and Maecenas put on a huge grin and opened his arms. “Antonius, Your Grace,” he mocked Cleopatra, “What an unexpected surprise. Antonius, I didn’t think you’d be yelling so much after all the drinks you had last night.”

His cheeks reddened, and when he took a step towards Maecenas as the man made his way further in the bowl of the room, the Centurion besides the one sitting took just one step forward.

Antonius didn’t step any closer to the Etruscan, but snapped his eyes to the people who entered. He let out a short laugh, “Are we here to execute the rest of the traitors?” He inquired, looking to the boy.

“Who is everyone here?”
Angelus asked in a whisper to Maya.

She was quick, “I know that’s Marcus Antonius. I think that’s Cleopatra. The one sitting must be Augustus,” it was the name she knew him by, even if it was not yet his name. “Not sure who’s standing by him.” Though he seemed like someone she wanted to upset even less than Antonius. It was in his posture, and his youth.

The boy rose. He did not stand as tall as Antonius, and the youth was obvious. His blue eyes, however, held a spark to them that was intriguing, even if he was so pale he might be sickly. Compared to Antonius, he hardly looked intimidating. “Triumvir Antonius, it is time you left.”

“No. If we’re treating with traitors now, I will be present.”

We are not.”

“Is this political business? I don’t see how you could have personal business with them,”
he stated, “Unless you’re thanking them for killing your father.” He spat the word, but despite its venom, no blood rushed to taint the youth’s cheeks in anger.

Instead, he gestured, “Agrippa, see them out.” He wanted a private audience with the time travelers. 

Maya then said to Angelus, who nodded.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Doctor Who: An Ocean Of Time [Closed]
« on: August 08, 2016, 12:09:31 am »
All the Doctor had—all he ever seemed to have, was the present where he entered the lives of his companions. It was past to some, but to him it became the ‘present’. What happened there could change the future, he supposed, but it never occurred to him.

If things changed, they were meant to change, then.


His eyes were still downcast upon his splayed hands. “Jack,” he told Donovan. “We have to see Jack. We have to warn him and prepare him. He will be the one to deal with it first…the one to call us.” As he had called the Doctor after the Xhinn incident. He likely would have called before, if there had been time.

If it wasn’t taken care of by the Master and Maya.

The Doctor forced his back to straighten. He walked around the console, fingers dragging over the buttons but never pressing them until he reached the area he wanted to be, and he began to set the date for January 2nd of the new year, for Jack.

Best not to return too close to the Christmas incident, but also not too far.

Just in case. 

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Star Wars: Rise of the Sith [Closed]
« on: August 08, 2016, 12:04:31 am »
Manx let Dreven speak first, and when the look came, he gave a nod. ‘State what we saw. State the truth.’

Manx caught Ergas’s eye when the word ‘Sith’ slipped from Dreven’s lips. He expected surprise, but it was not what he saw. No, the cerean Jedi hooded his eyes and seemed…suspicious? It was almost as if something had been confirmed for him, and Manx did not like that look at all. He’d seen it too many times as a padawan under Ergas, and it never meant good things.

Usually, it meant they were going to crash some event and arrest someone.


He let the thought drift and then pulled back to the present. “You left the Sith to Knight Jinn,” that seemed to be what annoyed Ergas as he fixed his eyes on Manx.

“Yes, Master.”

There was a short, bitter laugh. There was a shake of the head. Then, “You left the Sith to the Sith!” It came as a startling snap that had Manx’s eyes widening.

“Dawn is—”

“Dawn is a Sith!”
Ergas didn’t bother holding back. The quorum was soon, and he would see her hanged now. “She must have used her apprentice to take this child from the Jedi Order…this one was strong in the Force,” stronger than most to be causing such a stir on Nox.

Manx’s head was still reeling, but he managed to say, “She was the one who wanted to fight on, to—”

“Kill? Well of course,”
he snapped, “That’s what Sith do. She knew of your attachment to your padawan, though.” He gave Dawn credit—of course, he had to. She was a Sith amongst Jedi, and this trial would see an end to that. Yes, the Jedi didn't kill--indiscriminately. Trial would lead to execution if necessary.

“Is this—is this what the quorum is about?”
Manx still couldn’t quite get his head around it, couldn’t believe it. “Master, she’s not a Sith!” His eyes were now almost wild with a renewed panic for Dawn. He, too, had attachment issues as his Master just stated, and he threw a wild-eyed look to Dreven, as if he could say something that might help.


‘I am human.’

It was always what Dawn wanted to say, always what pulled at the edges of every moment of emotion.

But, the Jedi did not like her philosophy, and she was all too aware she was meant to be more than human. To be ‘above’ emotions. She had calmed, but it was still seen. Both criticism and approval fell from her Master’s lips as his hand took her wrist and felt her pulse.

Yes, she could calm it, but the emotion didn’t vanish. She could make it seem as if it wasn’t—which was what he was checking for—but it was still there.

His grip remained there, and Dawn did not struggle to remove it. To hide. From him, there was no point. He was only ever looking out for her—even then. He believed her. He humored her philosophy. “He will accuse me of being the Master of the Sith,” which, flattering though it was, couldn’t be further from the truth. If Ergas wanted her head, though, it was bound to happen that way. She’d deny it. She’d have to hope the others in the quorum believed her, or believed Alec.


She shut her eyes as he spoke of a new world opening up, of defending her. The rage was stilled with little racing of her heart this time, but then they fluttered opened as he mentioned other teachings. ‘I have learned….’

Dawn did not question it. Not then.

She had learned all the things required of a padawan to become a Knight.

That did not mean she had learned everything, and so she nodded, mute. ‘Seek me out…?’ It sounded as if she might go away. It sounded as if the battle was already lost, and that was what her mind focused on. The idea of seeking him out, as if it might be a difficult thing to do.

She stepped into Alec’s bubble again, and wrapped her free arm around him, leaving the other in his grip, where his thumb still pressed on the vein. “Thank you.” What else could she say? He was willing to put himself on the line to defend her. If she was exiled, or executed, he would be looked at differently.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: The Master's Redemption [Closed]
« on: July 04, 2016, 09:26:22 pm »
Angelus groaned at the Master’s answer and his inability to get this to work. No, once again, it was his own mind that was screwing everything up. ‘Thank you, Arch.’ Could Arch even hear him? Was Arch that separate from him?

Either way, there was no sensation that anyone other than himself had heard the thought. He strapped the manipulator back onto his arm and decided he’d just have to keep asking Maya what was going on.

Like what the hell the Master and Maecenas were talking about. Maecanas offered, “Myself, Caesar, and Agrippa, of course,” Maecenas said it as if those three names should always be together in any plot that involved one. “I suspect Antonius has been informed, whether or not he’s involved,” Maecenas allowed his shoulders to shrug, “Lepidus has been informed, as well, but Lepidus is hopeless,” so no threat, no worry, and for all intents and purposes, not involved. “Anything Antonius knows tends to get to Cleopatra. No idea why.”

Another reason Octavius hated Antonius. Antonius was, technically, married to Octavius’s sister.

“What are they saying?”
Angelus did ask Maya.

“Talking about who’s involved in what’s up here. Octavius, Antonius, Maecenas, Agrippa, Lepidus, and Cleopatra.”

“Uh huh,”
most of those names meant nothing to Angelus. “Isn’t Agrippa some sort of epic warrior?” Odd he’d ask it about Agrippa and not Antonius.

Maya just shrugged. She didn’t really know that name all that well.

The manor was in sight then, the one they had met Caesar in last time. It seemed the one who took up his name, also took up his home.

“I’ll take you right to Caesar,”
Maecenas said as they passed through the gates, by the stationed guards in armor like Angelus.

Once they stepped through the doors into the villa, a shout was heard, “YOU CAN’T KICK ME OUT OF ROME, BOY!”

Marcus Antonius was throwing a fit. “Politics,” Maecenas said with a roll of his eye. Angelus just looked pleadingly at the pair who could understand what was going on. He just heard someone yelling, with no idea the intent behind the yelling.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Doctor Who: An Ocean Of Time [Closed]
« on: July 04, 2016, 08:48:14 pm »
The TARDIS was the one safe spot in the entire universe, the one place where the Doctor could vent frustrations and find a haven. It was the one place outside of time, though.

Time was messy.

Time was disappointing.

Time was the bane of his existence, and the Doctor showed it as he slammed his fists down on the central console of the TARDIS once he entered it, hearing Donovan’s well meaning words and hating them. “We didn’t!” he snapped, understanding he had given up by walking away.

The machine whirred to life around him, and he looked up, glaring at the central pillar. “You took us here too early!” He accused it, but it just steadily hummed around them, lighting up, moving, working.

It didn’t go anywhere, but it lived and breathed the pain.

The Doctor splayed his hands over the console. “No. Maybe you didn’t. You gave us a chance…,” and the Doctor shook his head. He hadn’t changed anything. “If we had just…gone about it differently. Talked to Bres first, maybe, or….,” what did it matter now? It was all in the past, and not just any past.

His past.

He couldn’t change his past. That’d create one hell of a paradox. “We have to prepare for the future,” he told Donovan. “At some point, they’re going to try to take back what they lost,” the Doctor determined. Agrona wouldn’t give it up. How could she? He saw her spirit. “I don’t know what we’ll do…what they’ll do…but we have to figure it out.”

Perhaps they needed to go back. See Jack. Warn him. 

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: The Master's Redemption [Closed]
« on: July 04, 2016, 08:40:00 pm »
“Of course I do,” Maecenas answered the Master, “but it is no good to discuss it here. We need to head to Caesar’s villa. I believe he’s seeing Antonius and Lepidus this morning…hopefully they’re gone.” They wouldn’t be, and Maecenas knew it. Maecenas had seen Marcus Antonius on his way here, holding his head from a hangover and muttering under his breath about the young ‘Caesar’.

“Maecenas, didn’t Caesar…die?”
Maya had to ask. She didn’t understand how they were going to see Caesar.

Maecenas glanced over his shoulder as they walked, then realized—differences again. “Ah, yes. Caesar's will adopted his great-nephew, Gaius Octavius. Octavius took the name Caesar afterwards—he still prefers Octavius, but not with strangers.” Something about how the name ‘Octavius’ was too lowborn. It was why he did not use the name Octavian, as well, which was normal of those who were adopted. They kept some history of their birth names. “I wouldn’t mention the whole Caesar thing to Octavius, either.” Maecenas added.

Sure, Octavius hated Caesar…but that was also not meant to be public knowledge. Octavius had hid it from Caesar, after all, for so long and so well the man adopted him as his son. Cunning son of a bitch. It was part of why Maecenas loved him so.

That tradition was indeed lost to the English.

Angelus didn’t understand any of it, and when the Master suggested it might be the manipulator, Angelus took the thing off his wrist and handed it to the Master. It wouldn’t be the manipulator, of course. Angelus’s mind had decided literally nothing was going to penetrate it—and that meant the benign TARDIS’s attempt to translate things. “Dixon was able to run a translation program on it. Can the manipulator translate oral words?” Everything read in English for Angelus, though it hadn’t in the past. It didn't matter that the Master probably didn't know who Dixon was, he didn't need to know who had helped.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Doctor Who: An Ocean Of Time [Closed]
« on: July 04, 2016, 08:16:30 pm »
The future was written before their eyes. In their dealings with Bres—in not finding peace, but in usurping him, they had promised the future that was to come with the humans, who would find the Tuatha de Danann difficult to work with, and would in the end, destroy them.

‘Supposedly killed, but no…exiled from the land.’
And to the sea.

Where they changed, and longed always for the land they once knew. The Doctor took a last, long look at Agrona, imprinting the memory of her now, and her as he had seen her at the Titanic.

She had changed, immensely. Even in his own eyes, there was a difference between the mindset of the turquoise-eyed woman between the two eras, something so soul-shattering the Doctor could only wonder at how the humans had pulled off the feat of sending the Tuatha into the water. ‘What happened with Danann?’ He found his thoughts going to the mysterious one, the unseen one, who seemed to grant Nuada the invincibility he just showed, and gave them a tie to the land.

“I understand.”

The depth of the Doctor’s understanding was in his eyes. This was not the first time he’d been sent away after doing a good deed, but it still stung.

“We will not forget you.”

the Doctor shook his head, “I know,” again his eyes went to Agrona and not Nuada, and she seemed to realize it, glaring at him. “Well, it was fun,” it wasn’t. Not now. He lifted a hand in a half-hearted wave, before he turned to leave them, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking off.

‘What will they think of me? Of us?’
Did they come to think the Doctor revealed their secrets to the humans? Did they blame him?

It wouldn’t be the first time.

His hearts hurt with the thought. He’d done nothing to help. ‘You aren’t supposed to meddle.’ And he hated it. 

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: The Master's Redemption [Closed]
« on: July 03, 2016, 11:55:33 pm »
Angelus didn’t so much as redden under the laughter or smirk, though his discomfort was evident on his features. He folded his arms over his chest, “If I had known you were going to dress up, I would have, too,” Maya noted.

He just kept the scowl on his face. “I’m sure that is completely normal in Rome,” a woman as a Centurion. No matter—she’d gotten away with it last time, hadn’t she?

The Master pressed a few more buttons, and then they were ready. Angelus followed after him, as did Maya, the last to leave the TARDIS this time.

Rome was bustling, but it could only be heard in the distance from where they were, more or less isolated. Angelus’s gaze quickly found the man he’d first met, sitting on a few stacked boxes, and dressed in finery—but with only a spattering of the burgundy that Maya wore, and it was a bit more reddened.

He seemed most pleased with himself, too, as he pushed off the boxes.

Maya recognized him as the one who had spoken to Brutus in the senate, the one who had told him he was almost late…the one who seemed to know far more than he ought. Yet, his name evaded her. “Welcome to Rome,” he greeted the trio, nodded, to Angelus, “and thank you for delivering the message.”

Angelus gave him a blank stare, then looked back to Maya and whispered, “What did he say?”

“He said thank y—you can’t understand?”


Maya squinted at Angelus, as if trying to figure out how he couldn’t understand when he just came from the TARDIS.

Maecenas continued. He expected Angelus couldn’t understand, since he hadn’t understood the first time, “Master,” he addressed the second-tallest, “Triumviri Gaius Julius Caesar would like to meet with you, if you would. I am Gaius Cilnius Maecenas, at your service.”

Maya was startled from her examination of Angelus and curiosity, when that name was said. She almost asked 'what about Brutus', but remembered...he was likely dead now.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Doctor Who: An Ocean Of Time [Closed]
« on: July 03, 2016, 11:26:21 pm »
The Doctor took in the scene with his own genuine surprise. Though he knew the stories, things rarely played out that way. And didn’t Nuada still lose the kingship to violence?

And yet…. “You will go into exile, Bres, as you sent me. If you do harm, we will not pursue you. Your fomorians will go with you. Our alliance with them is over.” Nuada kept his chin tilted high as he stepped off the platform to approach the Beautiful one, who would not kneel to him.

Bres’s skin was alight like a sun, but he did not strike again. He knew too well that Nuada was protected. “That arm is an abomination,” Bres snarled, “A cheat. It does not look like the rest of you.”

“It does not matter, though, does it?”
Nuada inquired of the younger. Bres just let his eyes narrow at that. “Go.” Nuada said again, as the danann who had been mistreated under Bres’s rule began to rise. The years of slavery and living as second-class under Bres would turn on the half-fomorian in an instant, if he did not obey. 

He made no parting gesture. He backed out of the circle of danann he had brought with him, and then rushed off to gather his own again and go into exile.

“You know he’s going to return,”
the Doctor said, slowly releasing Donovan.

Nuada turned to him. “Yes. We will be ready to deal with him. I am afraid, however, that you two must leave as well.”

Nuada could feel the anxiety in the air from his own at these new foreigners. They had been dealt a bad hand by allowing other foreigners into their nation before, by trying to live peacefully with them. This mistake would not be made twice. Individuals might be good, but whole races? No. Never again.

And certainly not now. “You have done us a good service, Doctor. It will not be forgotten. But we cannot abide you for a lengthy presence, lest others of your kind think they are welcome here as well.”

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: The Master's Redemption [Closed]
« on: July 03, 2016, 11:03:35 pm »
Angelus was relieved to be getting out of the clothes he wore, and followed the Master to his room. ‘I swear I went this way….’ And none of this had been here. Angelus looked around the TARDIS a few moments, as if expecting things to shift around him, before he walked into the Master’s room and looked over him and into the closet.

Fortunately the Master didn’t take long in picking something out, so Angelus was allowed to observe the items. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he looked over it all. “Do you even know what comfortable clothing is?” It was spoken too low for Angelus to expect the Master to hear, but there wasn’t even a pair of jeans! Not even a t-shirt!

And then his eyes caught metal, armor. ‘Well….’ He didn’t like dress up, but wasn’t he going to Rome? ‘Fuck it.’ Only these two would ever know. He grabbed the armor, deciding it was better than fitting into anything silk, and walked out of the room with it to find another place to change.

One presented itself too easily. He glared at the walls before he walked into the room he knew wasn’t across from the Master’s before, and then stripped himself of the dirty clothing and threw on the Centurion outfit. It was a bit snug, but it worked well enough. The skirt wasn’t too high despite the height difference between him and the Master, and he soon walked out into the console room to find the Master there.

The Master was setting the scroll down. “You don’t like instructions, do you?” Angelus decided as he pushed an agitated hand through his dark hair.

Then more steps, and Maya returned to them, cleaned up quite a bit more. It looked like she’d taken a quick shower, some of her hair still a little damp, but mostly dried. She’d likely rushed the drying job, and donned a halter dress that at least looked like it could have come from the era, in a burgundy hue. Angelus smirked a bit, remembering how Maya and Andrew had once debated the ‘shade’ of purple in Rome that was royal. Apparently, it was burgundy.

His smirk died when Maya's eyes fell on him, and she started to laugh. "Oh, shut up, it was the only decent thing he owned!" Angelus complained. It didn't make her stop laughing. If anything she only laughed harder.

“Well, are we ready to see what the Romans want?”
Ange asked.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Doctor Who: An Ocean Of Time [Closed]
« on: July 03, 2016, 10:36:12 pm »
The King went right to the ground that would lift them up, and motioned for the others.

The Doctor had given his nod that it was surprising, but then again, when did they ever have much luck with these things? The Titanic had been surprise enough, and though from history he understood why the Tuatha De Danann would have issues with humans, he still had not figured out what he needed to, here.

Well, except why Agrona would be so surprised with him later.

And how much they had changed in appearance.

He walked onto the platform, which waited for Donovan and the others, before lifting up even amidst all the shaking.

There was Bres, the golden one, among the stones of Stonehenge. He caught the odd entourage, with Nuada holding his arms behind his back. “I have long wondered where you went, Nuada,” Bres greeted him. “So it is you that has been causing your own people such harm with your terrorists attacks by these two.” He looked to Agrona and Manann.

Those with Bres were mostly Danann this time around. He had wanted to make a show of destroying their king before their eyes. “Do you have anything to say in your defense?”

“Danann will speak for me.”

“Um, Nuada,”
the Doctor started to say, but was cut off by the laughter of Bres.

Then light seemed to manifest in the air around them, in little droplets of water formed and dew lifted. It all rushed for the king, and the Doctor moved to grab Donovan to get off the platform and away from the inevitable destruction.

And yet, that didn’t happen.

The moment it touched Nuada, it lost all its velocity and force, and just soaked his attire rather than cause him any harm.

Bres looked startled. “What?”

As Manann had said—Bres could not scar him. It was not so easy now that he was perfected, and Danann had spoken. Nuada let his arms fall to his side, and he smiled at Bres. “You dare assault your king, mutt?”

Bres trembled where he stood.

The danann dropped into bows and kneels around him.

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