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    Hello everyone, vielle here (again)! 🙏 So: I'm a prodigal daughter on her way back home. I just wanted to apologize to everyone for ghosting all those months ago—it's as @Csl has said: I've taken a leave of absence because I had to focus on stuff irl and also my mental health. Things haven't been the best in that latter aspect, but methinks I'm doing better nowadays. It's kinda tough, having to learn some things the hard way, but that's life for you! Now, I've kinda gotten better at handling my stressors now. 😂 Which leads me to that elephant in the room: I'm dropping out of past threads, cutting down on new threads, and focusing more on personal plots this time around. Taking up all those past threads and keeping up with them was in fact doable, truly, but I unfortunately overestimated my capacity to stay interested in all the things. It's not that those plots weren't interesting; don't get me wrong! It's just that there's only so much my writing muse can do for me, and though some once thought it of me, I'm not a machine. 😅 So, as I make my slow return, I'll be more particular about the future plots and threads I'll be engaging in, so I can give them my utmost writing efforts to the best of my ability. It's the least I can do for my writing partners; you all deserve the best I can give. ❤️ By the way, I have not checked Discord yet and probably will continue not checking Discord for the foreseeable future. I'm sorry if anyone sent me any messages over there; I haven't opened it at all over these past few months! 😂 But please know, whatever you may have sent me, I appreciate that you have thought to interact with me at all, even when I was, y'know, away. 🙈 Overly sentimental stuff aside: I'm (omw) back! I've missed you all dearly. If you would have me back in your good graces, I'd be happy to write with you all again. Gonna do some spring cleaning on my thread tracker (it's a little dusty in there!) and take over handling that character/lore garage sale @Csl was doing for me (thank you so much, bestie!), and then maybe I'll have a cup of tea and look around what's changed here in my absence some more. It's kinda great to be back here. ❤️
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    *sound of police sirens*

    > the apology letter
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    *sound of police sirens*

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    *sound of police sirens*

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    Mason's group walked along until he suddenly stopped and raised a hand. He then crouched down lower to the ground and advanced towards a small gathering of bushes and a couple trees. From their makeshift cover, a small camp could be seen, just as was marked on the map. "Well, how do we want to do this?" "Well, we could..." Snap. Amber shifting her weight on her feet caused a branch underfoot to snap. "Shit." Two of the soldiers turned to face the noise. "What was that?" "Let's check it out." They started to approach when another popped out of the tent. "Is it the bird?" He called out. "No, it's just DAWN BRIGADE!" one of the soldiers responded back. The third stopped and looked at the one, and then the other. "What drugs are you on?" "I don't know." The one from the tent replied. "Do you have a light?" "NO! GOD! When we report back both your asses are grass from smoking weed again." They were getting closer, and they needed a plan. Mason looked back and motioned that he would get the two, and when he did, to get the others in the camp. He then picked up a rock and tossed it to the side, towards a couple of the trees. "It moved over there." One of the soldiers pointed out and changed direction. Mason slowly crept his way through the small bushes, grabbing another rock in the process. When he had gotten close and the soldiers were already in the bushes, he threw it at a tree. "There! Get him!" They started approaching the tree when Mason jumped out of the bush, machete draw, and plunged it into the back of the closest one. Tossing the man and machete aside, he brought his shotgun to bear and blasted the other one. The twelve gauge buckshot at such close range downed him instantly. Ignoring the ringing in his ears from the blast, he then followed it by wedging his shotgun into the neck of the man he stabbed and twisted it, snapping the man's neck. Amber took her cue to pop up and shout "Elwind!" Green blades of razor wind shot out of her hand and sliced into the third soldier, killing him. Mercifully, there were no other soldiers, being a small camp and all. The battle was over as swiftly as it began.
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    What do we know? [Elendaron]

    So, however you guys make your escape, here's a (mostly) contemporary map of LA, and relevant places to check out plot wise (though I suppose you could go off the beaten track if something takes your fancy): Full size version here because it's a big one: https://www.dropbox.com/s/4pzs69mww4wym5m/Los Angeles Elendeath Map 1.png?dl=0 Basically you have: The corner of Wilshire and Berendo, just outside of the Ambassador Hotel - the crime scene where Valencia was murdered The corner of First and Hill, where the LAPD's 'Specialist' Division is supposedly holed up - alongside Valencia's corpse The corner of Sixth and Central, at the headquarters of the Covenant of the Undying Star - where the suspect is hiding out @Thotification @Die Shize @Sanonymous
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    A Disccusion About Anti-Magic

    I feel like ideally, 'anti-magic' as a concept - one I'm actually largely averse to anyway - should be fairly literal. That is to say, it is a specific counter to magic, disrupting that stuff specifically but not necessarily other means of using absurd abilities. Like using water to put out a fire - pretty effective at that task, but not always the thing you'll wanna use. Meanwhile, if someone wants to say 'Ah, but my thing is not magic!' they should in turn ideally specify what alternative system their character's abilities belong to, so that one can plan and build around such as well. Sure, a giant's strength may not be 'magic' in nature, but as a biological mechanism, that can mean that crippling 'em the good old fashioned way renders a more permanent effect on their ability to punch stuff. Trade offs for how you do it. Thing is, in practise, the various mentions of anti-magic - and magic scaling - in the setting - emphasis setting, not specific characters - are often more meant to be practical in an OOC way. That is, a simple means of explaining or enforcing why people can't just do X, like break out of supers prison or the like, in the knowledge that this is a site that deliberately attracts a wide range of audiences genre wise, and yes, will pick up players that are likely to rules lawyer their way out of a situation if allowed. So stuff like the genius loci bringing down the general availability of 'magic' in Fracture is just a functional handwave for a player restriction of lowered abilities generally, rather than as a specific challenge to spellcasters. Really, check with who you're playing with more than anything else and how they feel.
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    Working on Posts, but will be away from the phone for the weekend and most of monday as its my usual out and about with my mom. Apologies in advance ❤️
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    Elson could not help but grin a little wider at Hunter and Alfonso praising his aim. The bottle-shooting competitions he regularly held with Campos had paid off, then. "Have I truly improved that much, Alfonso? I guess Campos has been rubbing off on me in that case. Knew there was a reason we kept him around, heh." With that, Elson turned his gaze outward, searching to see if the winged beast had any buddies out in the gloomy skies above this ruined city. Seeing none, he lowered his caster gun for the moment. He took the binoculars that Hunter had proffered, lowering them after a bit and nodding in agreement with Alfonso as he handed them back to Hunter. "Mmm, definitely looks like the proper place for us to be heading toward. The streets between seem to be mostly clear of those shambling bastards, from what I saw. They've found better prey elsewhere, maybe, or there's something there that's powerful enough to make them stay away. Either way, won't be hard to get there, as long as we keep quiet and don't attract too much attention." Some time later, Alfonso came to a stop, and spoke of how oddly quiet it was. Sizing up the situation himself for a few moments, Elson couldn't help but agree. He began to speak carefully. "So I was right earlier, something here scared the shamblers away. Whatever it may be... I say we show the better part of valor, and take advantage of the alternative routes that the city's fall has opened up. Better that we conserve our strength and ammo for that which may be guarding our prize, instead of wasting it on the unknown threat guarding the quickest route." He, slowly, began to scan the area, looking for anything like a door or a hatch that would indicate a route that wasn't exposed out in the open. Hidden threats could still lurk inside, of course, but they were likely easier to deal with than those that awaited outside. And it wasn't like he could always find a convenient brick with which to bring devastation upon the enemy, like he had earlier.
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    *sound of police sirens*

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    *sound of police sirens*

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    @The Hummingbird @Pasion Pasiva He was a Guardian of the Order of Force Majeure, a superb combatant, elite amongst warriors and hero of the people. Or so he liked to imagine. Only being a Guardian was true, and though he was one of the vaunted Custodes Militant, the paramilitary support for the Knights of the Force Majeure, his true posting was more akin to that of a rank and file grunt. With hard work, training, and diligence he might actually become a great soldier, maybe even make Captain to his peers one day, but as of yet his future was fluid, his task thankless if necessary, and he could only look forward to the glories that may yet come. At least he looked good in his armor. Women loved a man in armor... and speaking of women... He was one among several Guardians tasked to oversee this fight in the underground arena, to make sure there was no foul play in the match, or from the crowd, and to monitor for perhaps other such unsavory activity. Out of the corner of his eye he spied a woman, who seemed to be being manhandled by some ruffian. His eyes narrowed underneath his helm, and he sent a quick coded message to his colleagues over their communication systems with his intentions. The soldier approached the two. She was a comely looking woman, dressed more plainly then the gentleman accosting her, who seemed to have all the bearing of an arrogant nobleman. The upper class preying upon the lower class? Typical. The soldier frowned under his helmet, a stray thought running wild about slapping the uncouth nobleman with a gauntleted fist and carrying the woman off in the manner that befitted a conquering hero. No. He was a Guardian. He would be professional. "Is everything alright here?" he stated softly, but firmly, coming to attention before the two, planting his halberd before him as he stood at ease. "Is he bothering you, miss?"
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    Heyy, welcome to Valucre!

    Heyy, welcome to Valucre!
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    Hold Your Vines (OOC)

    I got tired of waiting, we don't have too much further to go, let's get this done. @ticklefarte @Thotification y'all still in on this?
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    Hold Your Vines

    While Stella and Tenebra waited for responses from the newcomers, Umbra felt an odd sense of foreboding. She looked toward Maric, and the dark mercenary nodded as if sharing the same thought. The duo turned and scanned around the Broken Plain- The roaring sounds of thunder echoed throughout the area. The signs of incoming Saevion. Umbra turned toward the source of the noise and saw seven Saevion cresting the rise, led by a notably large and majestic specimen colored black and gold. Maric grabbed the Shadow Guard leader and took off in a sprint, shouting at Will, Shishi, and Linda Linda as he passed. "Run! To the Whitewoods!" The Warpgolem Anywhere, along with Stella and Tenebra, ran and caught up with Umbra and Maric. The three Shadow Guards, however, cloaked and moved from the path of Saevion. They would separate from the main group to track these Saevion, especially the seeming leader, and lead the others to them when they had acquired the Tempest Vine. The group of Aligorians would only halt their sprint when the Saevion were far behind, and they stared into the mist-shrouded trees of the Whitewoods. Tenebra turned to the others as they arrived. "We're primarily dependent on Anywhere for direction and navigation here in the Whitewoods. The Warpgolem is one of the Shadow King's finest, and if all works as it should, it should resist the effects of the Whitewoods' mist and be able to be lead us back to the Broken Plains after we have acquired the Tempest Vine. But if that fails, let us mark the trees as we pass as a backup. Also, before we enter, do your best to ward against the mind-altering effects of the mist. We'll be heading into the woods where they are thickest, so we must be extremely careful in that regard. Any further questions or concern before we depart?"
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    So... @Priestess @The Alexandrian Given you guys both seem to have been occupied off site, would an extension of a day or two be of any benefit? Meanwhile, reminder to @danzilla3 @Vilhardt and @Thotification in case you guys missed it, or have been similarly occupied
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    What do we know? [Elendeath]

    Ferris seems to focus his attentions first and foremost on his fellow detective, eyes occasionally flitting away in some unknown direction, before returning to the man that explains just who exactly - though not what - Valencia was, and admits to just how little he knows with regards to the item she carried. It is a set of answer that draws a few, slow nods from Ferris, hand cupping his chin as he considers it all... And then Middy had to speak. "...You right in the head there? Because you were just talking about... 'other worlds'." Ferris questions the exact turn of phrase on Middy's part, but before they might actually answer, he raises a hand, bitterly realising, "Aw, crap. You're in the occult, aren't you?" It is a conclusion that seems to have significantly lowered what - if any - opinion Ferris has had of the group up until this point, turning his sudden, disappointed frown upon his guests. But in turn, before he might be able to give out a response to Rookstone's suggestions as to the next course of action, there comes the matter of the many men moving to encircle them. Ferris holds up his hand, seeing Rookstone reach for an obvious weapon, stepping forward with a careful, considered step. He raises his head slightly towards a man that towers above them all, as if a brick wall had been given life - not literally, as Ferris' guests might expect. Merely metaphor for the fact that this was one massive man, who might have been sharply dressed if his clothes were five years younger. "Mooch?" "Who else?" Answers the giant of a man, pushing back the sides of his coat as he places his hand in his pockets. "Finally hired on some help?" "You know I couldn't afford it." Ferris tells him, releasing a breath he's been holding on, and then allowing himself a laugh. "So what brings you to my little slice of paradise?" 'Mooch' removes his hat, revealing not much in the way of hair, but apparently enough room to hide a small envelope - minuscule really, in hands like his - that he proceeds to extend to Ferris. "Had a look into that 'business' you were talking about. Cops have a suspect, but they ain't naming 'em." "That in here then?" Ferris wonders briefly, giving the packet a little shake, before he pockets it. Mooch shakes his head, hat held to his chest. "No, that's what you need if you wanna talk to him. Donald here's a 'Baron' of the Covenant of the Undying Star. So you gotta look like you're a Serf at least to get in." "Great, more cultists." Ferris grumbles, giving a glance back to Middy, before rolling his eyes back to Mooch. "Couldn't you make me a Baron or something too?" "Pushing your luck there." Mooch looks down on the man in every sense. "I owed you one, and now I've settled our debt. Although..." "Although... what?" Ferris raises his brow, apparently surprised that Mooch might leave a point to linger. "Consider this a bonus: That dame that got whacked by the Ambassador Hotel? Her corpse is being held up in what the LAPD call their 'Specialist' Division - corner of First and Hill." Mooch tells Ferris, who reacts to that with a look of incredulity. "No such thing." "Yes such a thing." Mooch states bluntly. "Couldn't tell you what it's for, but for whatever reason, they insisted she not just go straight to a Coroner." "...Right..." Ferris mumbles, nodding a bit, before signalling to the others to follow. "Ah, bup-bup-bup." Mooch suddenly extends out his arm, blocking Ferris' path. "I've settled my debt... now settle yours." Ferris blinks, before shrinking in front of Mooch as he tries to say, "M-Mooch, you know I don't have the big man's money. I haven't had work in weeks!" "Yet here you are," Mooch tilts his head, made curious. "Comfortable enough to go on the hunt for some foreigner's killer. One would think you've got money to be sitting pretty if that's the case." "...Oh! I see, I see!" Ferris nods his head with a questionable enthusiasm. "I see what you're saying now! Very much so, ye-" Ferris cuts his own sentence short as he makes an effort to swing out his fist right into Mooch's jaw. Unfortunately for him, it's like hitting a brick wall, and his hand recoils while he lets out a sharp hiss. He has only a moment before Mooch's own clenched hand clocks him right into the concrete. "Anybody else?" Mooch muses as he cracks his now bloodied knuckles. ...Yet, slowly, carefully, Ferris makes a very small gesture, towards the cars parked on the street in the distance behind. If they could just get there...
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    His opponent had erred. If it had been his prerogative to forfeit the match, he should have disengaged and departed. It would have been safest. Arthur’s upbringing among the Ouread Hexblades would have urged the black mage to chase the departing Kenshi out of the chamber like a mad dog. The mutant would have had to control himself, knowing that such conduct would likely see him disciplined by the tournament organizers. However, his opponent had no intention of ending the battle cleanly. Instead, Kenshi chose to persist, stepping forward with his left leg and attempting to grab hold of the mage’s pollaxe. It would prove a grave mistake. With the pole braced against his opponent’s right forearm, the tip of the foot long spike at the top of the axe head was less than a foot away from Kenshi’s face. Simply, with the spiritual warrior’s left hand on his sword’s saya and his left hip rotated away, pulling the scabbard back to draw his sword from his Iaido stance. His hand had to travel much farther to grab the pole than the linear route that the spear needed to travel in order to reach its target. Arthur’s opponent’s advancing step only shortened the distance the spear needed to travel significantly. It also presented the left side of his cheeks as a target. If the spear connected with its target, and it was likely to, the spike would penetrate flesh and travel unimpeded through Kenshi’s mouth (causing damage to gums and teeth) until it exited through the opposite side of his face. Arthur pushed forward on the polearm, aiming to drive Kenshi backwards and to the ground in a dynamic display of strength and technique. @Etched In Stone
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    A Disccusion About Anti-Magic

    Magic rock<sealing paper<shotgun<(magic rock again and repeat) What you need to avoid is 'my speciul powah>everything else.' I'd say the goal is to figure out a chain of what would counter what and if you think you end up at a power that seems invincible you either missed something or broke the anti-munch project (also known as insisting you can do something so dickish that other people will refuse to play with you.... And have a point.) At least I find the theory crafting fun, even if I don't get to employ most of what I come up with.
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    Fennis Ursai

    Silver Ticket Calling

    Lexicus would leave from the tavern and begin making his final preparations. There was an order of wood which was being set in his cart that the merchant was on route to pay for, nails from the same company being loaded into a box to be placed into his cart, there was an anvil and a small travel sized forge being taken to his cart and loaded up that too he would pay for. A few basic survival supplies, including medical wraps, a few salves and some poultices were being added to a small crate that the blonde merchant would carry back to his cart. Some pickaxes and hammers and a some assorted tools for working metal he'd commissioned had been delivered to his cart and beside them, some feed for his rather large beast of burden. All of this, Lexicus had to go and pay for. Though they were minor business expenses, so far Lexicus had spent more on this little investment that he though he'd need. Lexicus would spend time checking and making sure all stock was accounted for and would dispute the merchants for the errors he found until all was rightly there at his cart. Some time would be need to secure the cargo and make room to carry a few passengers if that was needed. Lexicus had made the cart ready for travel and made sure to check the cart wheels and the pull on his beast was not too great. The large hybrid beast between what would be closely related to an ox and a bison was travel ready as well. He'd been feed adequately. Roughly two hours would pass before the merchant would swing back into the tavern. He was certain this was all that would come in for his inquiry. Lexicus was already a touch late coming back in, which irked him, however he would return back to the table and sit back down acknowledging anyone that was already there and would wait for a bit longer on anyone that was not currently there. He was ready to get underway, it would be the start of a wealth generation if he'd be able to get this building up and running.
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    Vito witnessed the ricosha of musket balls fly back, deflected by some sort of orange. They made their way back towards the firing lining, bouncing off the shield wall or imbedding themselves with the scales of the kobold. The veteran shield was stood strong, whilst two adapt musketeers fell back onto the ground with a hard thud. A sudden explosion followed shortly, the devilish eye detonated and turned the mountain top to ash. The tremor made its way down the mountain, rocking the already destroyed town. Thankfully, the outskirts of the town did not receive the brunt of the force. It seemed a battle of patience was not going to happen. 'Sorry, it appears the world won't be taking it easy on you once again.' 'When would I ever be that lucky?' The shambling corpses that rose from the turned earth, whispering tales of guilt, seemed to be acting as a blockade to a spotted pelt bandit. With plenty of experience in necromancy, many kobold and kraul having religious beliefs surrounding it, the shield wall was left unfaced and held its place firm. With one raise of a hand, the musketeers retreated back and were replaced with spears. The group formed a phalanx like formation around the building, bellicose making his way back inside the building. Vito pointed his sword towards the bandit, who stood behind the marching dead. "You, pelt guy. I can't tell whether you've been divorced three times or just like cheetah pelts, but regardless. What's it that you seek? A group far more threatening march towards whoever's in charge, yet you play around with fodder and refugees? Are you low ranking and looking to make a name for yourself or just enjoying preying on the weak who are trying to run?" Vito focused his mind on the ground, casting fire to it, raising snakes of magma which danced around and acted as guard dogs and threatened any they dare the cross their line. "I will be leaving here and these people will be coming with me." Iohmer could sense an object pierce his back, but felt no pain. Turning his head, he saw the figure of an undead shamble in an attempt to kill him. But unfortunately for the dead, no physical force could damage him in this state. Turning his back, he assessed the damage with his summoned spirits. "?¿¿???¿¿¿¿?" @Djinn&Juice
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    From Ashes (Viridis)

    "HUUUH! Awww, so cute! They're just like mommy and daddy! I'm sure we'll get along just fine." She said with glee, her words reaching levels of squeakiness that should never be met. Her eyes brightened as she stared into the forest from a distance, trying to catch a glimpse of the potential cuddle monsters. She'd only met bugbears in combat, having never actually spoken to one. Were they loud? Angry? So many questions ran through her mind, her inner child trying to break free. But at last, she could see little. 'Where's the puppy!?' "Fiiiiine." Jester continued her peering, just hoping for one little glimpse.
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    I'm studying for finals right now, you guys. I'll still be watching to see if it's my turn to post. Just trying to make decent grades. 🤞
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    A Cure For What Aleth You

    "That was quite the miss," the older sister blurted out once Meryam is gone. "It appears that we have arrived late to the party." "A good thing we came late," Shishi responded as she walked beside her older sister, "I have no idea how she might react to your existence." "Ah yes," the older sister sighed, "I can't blame her. I worked on both sides of the morality spectrum. That Glasmann bitch knows this but I doubt she'd be that much of a blabbermouth especially when I'm here to help and most likely on her side." The younger sister did not respond to that but merely took off to the side and leaned on wall, arms crossing across her ample chest. Whenever some supernatural happens, it is no longer her concern. Especially gods. Slaying a few is more than enough for her but dealing with one is simply not her specialty. While Shishi took the passive stance, the older sister was the one who grabbed Argi's shoulder from behind. "Argi, honey. Do you trust this goddess?" If she ever gained Argi's attention, the woman would continue speaking. "If you ask me, I would tell you to not trust these gods. I've dealt with the god Havoc and another unkown god during the cataclysm with Ceyana and the Illyrians. I've briefly tangled with the mad god Laughingstock and his vessel, the poor doctor Marigold. I've had tea with the Ginger God of the Ulway. Then I've met many more in Renovatio. With the help of Primera, I have met more gods. Cialo. Sagittarius. Montis Maximus. And more. Even now, another weakened god resides within me, waiting for the right moment to take over my body. With all these experiences, I have learned that our existence have no such importance with these gods." Then she released Argi from her clutches and places a cigar between her full lips. "I've dealt with a couple of these beings that refers to themselves as 'gods' and I haven't met one that is worth pinning my hopes on." That was more than she had expected to say. One could say that was a great risk on her part especially with both Glasmann and the military dude in their little party. It might endanger her later but it is a risk she is willing to take. Call her a sentimental and bitter fool but can't just let poor Argi be affected by the hypocrisy of these 'gods.' Or perhaps her emotions are just clouding her judgement. If her identity would endanger Shishi, then she would have to 'die' again for the greater good.
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    cy's super cool $drawings$

    SUPER COOL VAL DRAWINGS its me cy and i like to draw and i really love everyone's art here 😌🙏 commissions: soon?! maybe, yes! more drawings?: hell yeah DOWN BELOW ! ! ! CANDIE & SUNNY SCARBOROUGH: two of the most frequently drawn characters in my files. there's something relaxing abt drawing these two ARES SHEZMU & TOMMY HUDSON: they barely interact, but they're highschool bffsies 4effsies (underage chucklefucks coming through) URSA MADEUM CHARACTERS: a pure golden boi and a filthy pirate man
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    Calabi Yau Maksur Kohler

    Yau is a fifteen year-old magitech prodigy with a knack for problem-solving and inferential data-gathering. Orphaned at birth, Yau has lived in Tia most her life, using her tech to conduct heists while avoiding the authorities. After the city's destruction, she has taken to wandering Fracture. Inventor Name Calabi Yau Maksur Kohler Gender Female Race Human Age 15 Height 5' Weight 105 lbs Build gangly Eyes violet Hair pale orange, curly Skin tan Roles ∟magitech prodigy Abilities ∟pericognition ∟magitech engineering History | Image gallery Attire —a black, sleeveless shirt — an oversized, worn leather jacket — jeans — greyish boots Equipment — a broken gauntlet of foreign, amorphous metal that can change its shape at will, transforming into different tools. — Midstep boots, a pair of grey boots that uses Nth and other materials to allow Yau to take steps in midair and change her orientation, anchoring herself to non-horizontal surfaces. Personality — Puzzle-solver - Yau loves solving puzzles and finding solutions to problems — Talkative and cheerful, Yau speaks her mind constantly, at all times, with little pause. — Free-spirited as she is, Yau has a habit of testing rules and boundaries. She shows little regard for the law and doesn't mind stealing from those she deems "can afford it" — Easily distractable - Yau leaps from hyperfixation to hyperfixation, often procrastinating heavily and abandoning projects when she loses her interest
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    Hold Your Vines (OOC)

    I'm still on...
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    Kenshi's free rosary left hand the instant the slashing of his unconventional Iiajutsu seemed thwarted by the poleaxe's upper shaft (if not mistaken) he became far more aware of the immediate surroundings in the contact of his opponent's defense. His fingers found themselves binding near the upper portion that pressed against his forearm, crossing the air shoving the single grip downward against Arthur's sturdiness. The Practitioner's legs swept from their grounded formation, shifting to the left this time as his hips swung naturally, flowing rhythmically with the rest of his body that danced this battle. In his control and redirection of not only the shaft head but Kenshi's own body weight, Arthur placed his own backfoot to lean away to adjust the distance again, but the poleaxe remained in temporarily tact. By removing his targeted limb from being contacted the foreigner also freed the sword hand and the maneuverability he held over it. In a right-cross motion of his overhanded grip on the Katana bending the elbow and the forearm, contorting the handle of the blade in way so the hilt and his thumb aligned mid-way down at his chest, the Ha edge on his sword erected in a slash perpendicular to the arm to halt with it's tip pressed against the Mage's neck upon the jugular. His blind gaze and wolfish features for the first time took a good look at the man the Swordslayer's mouth opened and he spoke clearly in his intents. If Arthur was an honorable folk, than he'd take the Soke's words with heed, grant passage and without stabbing him in the back first. If some body had to die today in order for that to occur, what choice would the hanyo really have? "Prove me your skills outside of this tournament, Mage man. Celebrate this short victory, however because today you have won. Find me in Jigoku, if you’ve any doubts." Torqueing the shaft head haphazardly in a leftward the opposite direction, releasing his grip of the poleaxe he placed his feet to balance in front staring into Arthur's eyes, he'd take a bow and push off in the direction of the arena doors. Whether the audience felt as if they wasted their funds on such a weak spectacle of a match, which, no doubt some would shew and shout. To the spiritual warrior however, none of that mattered as he head to his quarter in tranquil nonchalant. @Voldemort
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    Vielle's on indefinite AFV See post here for details.
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