of_gilead: (huh 'k)
[personal profile] of_gilead
So this face is what it takes for you to finally try your hand at telling a part of my story?

Shouldn't be surprised. Writers are a fickle bunch.

As long as you don't intend to keep me from my quest for long, this may yet work.
otherworldsthanthese: (to caress the river with awe)
[personal profile] otherworldsthanthese
Okay, I think we swapped places. How are you less fucked up about it than I am, now? That doesn't make any sense, even if most of those articles were written by the same people who don't know who Maturin is and think that somehow means that he shouldn't help the Losers Club

(even though it's obvious they need his help)

But I know anything is anything
and it's only me if it's Me
and if it's Not, it's someone else with the same name

Which should be a lot more common, sharing a name instead of sharing an...everything else.

I'm sorry you missed the nineteens last night, though. Something else will add up.

It always does.
beckoned: do not take. (xv.)
[personal profile] beckoned
Oh, I know; I know — you're disappointed, right? What did you expect from a room full of fat-faced fools who couldn't read even if a book had legs and its skirts were hoisted above its thighs.

Chin up, buttercup. Our train doesn't stop here. After all, one step forward, two steps back, and you — are still going back, remember? It's a valiant effort, I must say. All of Roland's droning? And I mean, Jesus, how long are we gonna have to sift through that junkie's baggage all over again?

Still, it's been a long time since you and I tangoed: you think you remember the steps?

Here, I'll lead. You? Make like our beloved and virtuous Gunslinger and follow.
neonbras: (pic#11551959)
[personal profile] neonbras
Wow um... okay, sure. I really didn't need everyone knowing about my neon underwear thanks. That was kind of just supposed to be my thing.
aspacepirate: (pic#9917033)
[personal profile] aspacepirate
Well, I'm glad I wasn't any of those poor bastards.

I may have joked about Martians looting my stuff ALOT, but damn, I'm glad there isn't any conceivable life on Mars that we're aware of. Especially the kind that busts out of you and has acid blood...

Just, wow, that's was pretty fucked...

spoilers inbound )

Anyway, you mind finding some people that I can at least talk to or do a "psl" or whatever with if you're not gonna going the game route. Because, dammit, I'm actually bored here.
otherworldsthanthese: (when silent the silence comes closer)
[personal profile] otherworldsthanthese
I think it looks like it's supposed to, like A Movie. What else should it be? That's how things are in your Where, you don't get the truth, you get stories

and sometimes they're Movies
and you'll get what you need out of it
or you won't
and everything we both know is still true.

And maybe I'll fit or maybe I won't because I'm not supposed to. Either way, I'm used to meeting people I already know.

...Probably, though, let's not show Oy. I think this is gonna fuck him up worse than either of us.
aspacepirate: (pic#9917025)
[personal profile] aspacepirate
 Mun,

You! Yes, you. We need to talk because for one thing, you ignored me for like four months, and the other thing... 

What the hell is wrong with you?

I'm not into the shippy memes, man... why are you throwing me at those?

Also, that glint in your eye over getting a tag... no. Don't. When you get that look, that means another half-assed adventure. Let's sit here and think about this . Let's do the math. (A pause.) No, this has nothing to do with the fact you're exposing me to the 1960's pop culture by doing this...

Okay, I'm a little peeved that you are doing that. I thought you were cool. Take your Neil Diamond CD and go to bed...

Come back when it's Doctor Who.
naturevsnurture: (I promise I won't bite)
[personal profile] naturevsnurture
[A cute little girl in a gingham dress gives an overt curtsy.]

Good evening, mundane!

I'm so honored to be your first child character! I just hope everything goes ever-so-nicely for the two of us, don't you?

[She smiles so very sweetly. It would make many want to gag from how saccharine it is.]

[Resuming the very sweet, demure tone:] You're planning on sending me to a game, right? Gosh, I hope I don't end up locked away as a homeless character!

[She mutters under her breath as her eyes flash briefly with malice:] You'd better not do that...
choosetruth: (carrying the banner tough and tall)
[personal profile] choosetruth
Has anyone pointed out you're enjoying this too much? Because if not, let me be the first: you're enjoying this too much.

I am so entirely out of my depth here. My opponents have had terrifying horses and weapons straight out of a pre-Rising Conan comic book, a nightmare heron thing, and oh, that girl with the freaking forest and a wolf. And for some reason you're excited about the potential of me fighting Harry Dresden, professional wizard. Because guy with phenomenal cosmic power verse girl with a migraine and the truth isn't an uneven battle at all.

To be fair, the truth is that if they kill me I'll get up again and try to eat them and that if they even come close to me, they risk bringing the zombie apocalypse home with them, which is a pretty compelling argument against not fighting. To be even more fair, so far it's worked. I've always said the most powerful weapon we have is the truth. Nice to see I was right in a more literal sense than I anticipated.

I just have to win this match and then the next two and get back to Shaun. There's no other acceptable outcome. I have to get home alive before he does something stupid trying to get me back from something a little more believable than multidimensional Mortal Kombat and ends up dead. Or at the very least, I have to get home alive so I can fucking burn the world down for taking him from me. The former is obviously preferable, but I'll settle for the latter if I have to. Either way, I need to beat the overwhelming odds and continue to talk my way past people who could turn me into an extremely infectious smear with very little effort.

Great. No problem.
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[personal profile] vanyelashke
[Vanyel sighs, placing his hand to his temple.]

What is it that you want from me? You want entertainment? I've never been known to be amuse me. I realize that you have some affection for me. Very well. But I still don't know what it is that I am meant to do.

Talk to people?

You know that apart from being able to charm someone when I need to SOME of the time, I was never much good at that either.

Well then?

What am I meant to do?
may_kasahara: ([emote] distrust)
[personal profile] may_kasahara
So... what? What is this? Your pathetic way of trying to pay homage to one of your favorite authors? A way for you to challenge the way you talk about death and life and the mortality that faces us all?

Sure, you're cynical enough to do it -

But is this want you really want?

OOC: This is May Kasahara, a side character in Haruki Murakami's novel, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles. Canon has her at age 16, which is how I'm playing her (at least for now). She's snarky, dry, and likes talking about death.
magicalpadawan: (Default)
[personal profile] magicalpadawan
So. You want to take me to a place in a creepier version of Russia where I might lose my memories? I'd say that sounds a little too similar to some shit that happened to someone else with 'winter' in their name; but this place has creepy powerful animals, too. ....It's not as much of a change as I'd like; but I'm game. Especially if Captain Kirk shows up.

So bring it on, I've probably seen worse.
aspacepirate: (Default)
[personal profile] aspacepirate
One "flaming little ball of hydrazine" ...

Ha.

(He has the ultimate look of "Ugh, this can't be happening. You're embarrassing me, mun. It's been like, what, five minutes?")


Ha. Ha. HA. I need some coffee if I'm gonna deal with your jokes.

("Not like they aren't as bad as yours, Space Boy.")

...That makes no sense, I'll have you know. (Then.) Also, cute. Really cute of you to make that joke about a moment that few would be proud of. It's not like it, you know, eventually worked or anything. 

So, if we're gonna be working together again, mind actually trying to find the crew or someone this instead of throwing me at some weird game full of magic and wonder? Hell, I'll even take Teddy Sanders or Annie's wrath right now. 

(ooc: my soul for a Mindy Park right now. or some Ares 3 fam psl.)

dartmarked: (Default)
[personal profile] dartmarked
My lady. Mayhap you are getting ahead of yourself.

I will admit that I am not easily swayed, as the City of Elua is filled with would-be patrons and suitors alike; but I am honestly flattered that you think so highly of me of a heroine. Oftentimes I am not so sure about the path I've trodden and the devastation I've left in my wake, especially here and now. No matter how long I think on the subject, no matter who tries to convince me otherwise... the stain still remains on my soul. I am fairly certain that it will never be cleansed.

There are so many others more deserving of your time than I. If only you'd give them the chance that you've mistakenly bestowed upon me, I'm certain that you'd find someone more suited to your tastes.
bornofbloodandbattle: (Conan the Legend)
[personal profile] bornofbloodandbattle
To feel a mix of apprehension and doubt in a stressful environment is natural. As natural as the changing of the seasons or the coming and going of life. Finding inspiration in such is what makes for a great bard.

[However he frowned darkly. His look came across as one who had just ate something particularly bitter and poisonous.]

But to find it in a "game" is foolish. You modern men are far too soft and take far to much pleasure in the gluttony and sloth of the world. Tell me civilized man of learning, what is there to be gained from performing actions that you could very well do in real life? Why seek solace in gathering fruit and wild game and call it fun?

By Crom, you lot confuse me greatly. Let me return to that hellscape you call a mind and be left on my own.
smuttywitch: (shock)
[personal profile] smuttywitch
Look, it's not like I'm not grateful for the thought. I am. I'm glad you care about the fact I'm...hurting.

But Kisten is gone. He's gone and it's my fault and I know that, but you can't change that. No one can change that. There's no magic that can bring him back. Not the real him. Not with his soul. I know, I've looked. You know I've looked, for Ivy. If there was, I'd know. And even it it was black, I'd use it and you know it.

And there's no place you can take me that could make me forget. I don't want to forget. I can't forget him. I can't forget what happened because I was so stupid and reckless. I don't deserve to forget.

Please just. Let this go. Let me figure out how to move on on my own, okay?
lifewithnoconsequence: (04)
[personal profile] lifewithnoconsequence
Are you sure you really want to try your luck with me again? Though did you also have to change the pictures you were using, what was wrong with the other ones?

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