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  1. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    Don't remind me of the desolate wasteland that is my bank account. Oh well. I'm rich in life!
  2. The Hummingbird

    Chatbox or Status Update [poll]

    Too bad we can't have some kind of button or switch and let people choose which one to see for themselves.
  3. The Hummingbird

    Chatbox or Status Update [poll]

    I prefer real-time management and ability to carry on real-time conversation, which I personally feel would be welcoming to new members, therefore I like the chatbox.
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    General chat thread

    This is the best day ever. Congratulations, Sam.
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    General chat thread

    It's not nice when you open a game you haven't played for a while and get your ass kicked because you can't remember the controls properly. Especially now, because there's all these buttons. There just used to be R, L, A, B, X, Y, and the directional controls (my earliest "most advanced console" was the SNES) Now there's the left stick, right stick, directional pad, R1, L1, R2, L2, R3, L3, A, B, X, Y (or geometric shapes, if you play with a PS4 controller), and a buttload of combos. So I'm running around mashing buttons unable to figure out how to fish, and googling the controls isn't helping, so I finally crack and leave a steam message begging my fellow gamers to please help. I feel fortunate they didn't laugh at me and gave me clear and helpful directions on what button to press, including exactly where and some other tips. Figuring out Persona 5 again is gonna be fun, I just know it. ;-;
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    General chat thread

    I got off of work early... and am now officially on vacation! Someone else can pack those cookies for a while. Apparently, my co-worker and friendly courtesy clerk got harassed by an older man. He stalked them around the store, making animal noises, and actually entered through the back doors to the bakery where co-worker works (my department - if I was there, which I wasn't, I would've punched him by then) and hung out there watching her and making said animal noises. She and the courtesy clerk were understandably very frightened and left work early after the man got kicked out of the store by the store manager. Christ, I miss all the fun.
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    Ruzahl's Spire

    To hear and know of a god was far different from meeting one. Warily eying the High Lord, Garnet could feel the immense power radiating forth, though the truly ancient being was hardly flaunting any at the moment. With but a touch, Garnet’s wounds had been mostly healed. Even his fever was vanquished, and when he glanced at Adira, saw that her hand, though bearing scars and looking awfully red and tender, had been healed as well. If he could deal with such injuries so easily, what else could he do? As if knowing his thoughts – and perhaps he did – Ryzerus met his eyes and smirked. He said nothing, though, and after an awkward moment Garnet turned to the laden feasting table. The food did look good, and as the aroma hit his nose, Garnet realized he was absolutely famished. He had not eaten for a long time, and the exertion he had spent fighting and struggling to survive had scoured away his last reserves. He was certain Adira must feel the same way, and he felt a stab of guilt; she seemed to be waiting for him. There were cushioned chairs situated all about the table, apparently awaiting a great crowd. Sitting at the head of the table seemed too presumptuous, so Garnet chose one in the middle, pulling out a chair beside him for Adira to sit. And sitting, taking the weight off his legs… why, it felt wonderful. He let the silver sword lean against the table as he examined the food. No servants were apparent here, yet the food all looked and smelled fresh. perfectly cooked and seasoned. It was almost certain everything had been enchanted for preservation. Usually, enchanted food tasted a bit off – magically created food even more so – but as he took a tentative bite of a steaming roast, it felt as good as anything natural and home-cooked. Of course, even if it was clearly poisoned he would have eaten anyway. Garnet fell to with a fervor. He did try to eat slowly, while making sure everything was to Adira’s satisfaction as well, but couldn’t seem to manage it. He tasted everything within his reach, and there was very little the table was lacking. Breads, meats, fruits, vegetables, nuts, cheese and even small dishes of caviar were all there –the only thing that seemed to be missing were poultry, save for small amounts of the common chicken. It all tasted as well as it smelled, and Garnet eventually forgot about the unblinking golden eyes that watched them not to far beyond. The only one Garnet watched was Adira, and soon he was eating without tasting anything. He couldn’t imagine what she had gone through at the hands of the Wolf, and his veins burned with anger as he thought of the vicious Man-eaters treatment of her. Her clothes, mostly rags now, gave enough signs of what the Wolf might have done. He dropped a fork, and it clattered on the floor. “Adira… I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t… If I was stronger…” His voice faded away. Then, “I was supposed to protect you. I didn’t do that very well, did I?” “Oh, please,” Ryzerus muttered. Typical, emotional mortals. He couldn’t stand drama.
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    General chat thread

    If your celery tastes like almonds you might want to check the expiration date >_>
  9. The Hummingbird

    Character interactions

    There are many, but one that sticks out right now, is that I loved playing with @paradigm way back when Ursa Madeum was new and I got roped into one of the first rps there. I was playing some sort of councilwoman and he was playing her bodyguard, which she did not exactly ask for. They absolutely hated each other. The animosity between them, the scorn that contaminated their thoughts and guided their actions and words towards one another was just divine, serving to mold their character and display their personality more than anything simple narrative could have done. it didn't go very far, unfortunately, but it was so much fun. I don't think I need to say anything about my rps with @supernal and my interactions involving my characters and the critically endangered Odin Haze. Whatever our disagreements and tendency to butt heads, I still loved almost every single rp with him. It's always full of characterization and development of such, with great dialogue to match. I've given up asking him to bring the Saint-King back, but if he ever does, I'm right there. I'll be sad when he's dead >_>
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    Do your characters have children?

    No, it's part of his backstory. He was kidnapped by Ascendants (angel-like beings) to be experimented on, testing a new kind of magic that ultimately turned Chivika into the Red Sorcerer he is today. Unfortunately, timed moved differently for him and when he finally escaped and returned home, everyone he knew was long dead.
  11. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    Dang. ;-; On the bright side, it reinforced my belief of you should never judge someone by appearance. When I fell, this dude, a punkish looking dude (dressed all in black, tattoos, studs, etc.) was right there being the most chivalrous gentleman imaginable. I once insisted on helping this lady with her groceries - she had a large baby stroller and was not going to be able to carry all her groceries. This nearby guy overheard me telling my husband we were going to help her, and he was shaking his head like we were nutcases. You should ALWAYS step in and help out. We should all be the punkish dude in black.
  12. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    I sprained my ankle a few days ago... it's all bruised like hell still (I do not bruise easily at all), and it hurts to walk on it still, and it REALLY hurts walking down stairs. It's swollen too This was five days ago, how long does this shit take to heal?
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    Do your characters have children?

    You know, every time I read a book and the main character ends up having kids... they become super lame. Raze actually had kids. Let's not talk about what happened to all of them. Chivika had a daughter. Then he was kidnapped, and didn't see her ever again. Zenahriel technically had a daughter, but circumstances dictated him being completely estranged. You'll notice the word "had".
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    Lack of motivation to RP

    I'm interested in why you have no motivation. Is the RP boring you, do you feel like playing video games or sleeping instead, are you out of ideas, etc? If the RP is boring you, get yourself excited about yourself. Then see what you can do with your partners about spicing the rp up. If you feel like playing or sleeping or doing something else - go do it. Then come back later. If you're out of ideas - talk to someone, like your rp partners, and see if they have any suggestions. In the case of SMD (Sudden Muse Death), what I usually do is pick a word, and it doesn't have to be a fancy word, and challenge myself to start a logical sentence with that word. Like I said, any word but "the" and preferably not "it". Too easy. Then I incorporate the sentence into the topic of the post. Once I do this, the rest comes pretty easy, and if I find myself unsatisfied I just go back and edit.
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    Ruzahl's Spire

    Bathed in light, the shadow quailed. Brilliant, alabaster fire seeped into the cracks in the barrier, and what it touched was erased. Then the barrier collapsed, cracking apart, shattering into a hundred ethereal shards that no longer held the Kvellarian… nor anything else. The curse of the darkness, held a scheming prisoner for too long, was finally gone. With a final pulse, the light radiating from the blade receded, until all that was left was the glow from torches set along the walls. Garnet lowered the sword, breath letting go in a long, shuddering exhale. The weapon dropped from his hands, clattering against the floor. He followed not long after, falling to his knees. The room flickered, seeming to fade in and out of shadow, but when he looked up it was into her eyes. Adira’s eyes. At first Garnet though he was staring at a phantom, but then she flung herself upon him and her touch proved the reality of her there, and the remnants of the curse abating from her arm only cemented her presence further. Whispering her name, he hugged her to him. It was indeed over. The open doorway behind them from which Sköll had entered suddenly was ablaze with light, and footsteps, hard and heavy, sounded. A lean figure soon appeared in the doorway. Feathers, brown and bronze, copper and gray, whipped along the traced of ice and snow that lay along the ground. Golden eyes flecked with silver stared at them unblinking, set in a stern, imposing face framed in auburn hair. He was dressed all in a neutral grey, but somehow, simply looking at him sent a shiver down one’s spine. When he spoke, Adira would recognize the voice as well as Garnet. “Impressive. You humans are more resilient than I thought.” Ryzerus stepped into the chamber, surveying the scene around him. The runes engraved in the walls shook, wavered and vanished as the High Lord gestured them away with a leisurely hand. He looked at the two then. “Well. It looks like you would still die with that infection, boy.” He paused, letting that sink in for a moment. “But I suppose I do owe you a favor.” Ryzerus bent beside Garnet and placed a hand along the swordsman’s brow, now damp with sweat. The heat and dizziness Garnet felt suddenly increased as did the ache in Adira’s body, almost to the point of nauseating pain before dipping into a refreshing chill. It was not the evil cold that the Great Wolf had produced, but rather a soothing tickle that eased the pain and cleared the mind. When Ryzerus removed his hand, their wounds were reduced to mere bruises and small, lingering cuts with only beads of blood struggling to show. “Come,” Ryzerus said shortly as he stood and turned. He led them past the dead body of the wolf into the halls of the labyrinth. As they walked further along the passages, taking twists and turns up and down stairs and massive hallways, the walls grew impressively more decorated with exquisite paintings, statues, and occasional elaborate weapons hung on hooks. The light grew and grew until everything was brightly lit, almost as if an unseen shone clear above them, and the space they walked in grew wider until even Garnet felt comfortable. At last, Ryzerus led them to a set of double doors carved with images of great beasts and mythical birds soaring against ruffled clouds. They opened at a commanding word. The Throne Room of the High Lords was a colossal chamber within Ruzahl’s womb. Spiraling alabaster columns traced in black jet reached from floor to the high domed ceiling at four corners, and the wall farthest from the entrance was raised to present three exquisite thrones carved from fine marble, silver, and gold. Behind them there was another hallway, this one well lit. Adding the light, there was a great chandelier hung with massive candles and sunglobes hanging in the center of the grand chamber. At the center of the room lay a grand feasting table, laden with food. There was roast chicken, roast beef and lamb, simple stews and exotic soups, crystal cups of odd fruits and bowls of steamed vegetables, platters of sweetmeats and candies, and champagnes, wines, juice, and water among vases of aromatic flowers. It all smelled delightful. Ryzerus simply went to the head of the chamber and sat in the leftmost throne, draping himself across it like a lazy cat. “Eat if you want, then follow the torches behind me to your room. After you’ve rested, get yourselves out of here.”
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    Books on the mind

    Currently reading Book One of the Wayfarer Redemption. It really starts off with a quiet sort of bang and I love it so far. The romance seemed kind of abrupt but you knew it was gonna happen anyway, not unlike Wheel of Time Perrin's romance. Looking forward to reading more.
  17. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    Ah, Paroxysm. He who Cuts the Earth and Breaks the Sea Asunder, Great Overseer of the World, Fist of Titans and Maker of Enemy Graves, God of South Carolina, how are you?
  18. The Hummingbird

    Ruzahl's Spire

    Despite the blinding light, Garnet could see, and what he saw was blood. Not his, but Sköll’s. The crimson river running down the beast’s fur was testament to the weakness his flesh had to silver – that and the shattered, impotent daggers of ice that slid and clattered against the stone floor. Heaving heavy, tortured breaths and standing on shaking legs, the massive wolf glared hate at Garnet, and cursed his name and line. “Garnet!” Garnet twisted, spinning around to see Adira, inexplicably, unbelievably alive, just in time to see her fall to a black blade. It was then that Sköll leaped at him in one last bid to kill. He was the God of Wolves, the Man-Eater, the legendary beast all men feared. No one could best him, no one could kill him, certainly not this little crippled man – Whirling back around, Garnet screamed, screamed he clutched the sword’s handle in both hands, ignoring the searing pain as his wounds flared anew. With every ounce of strength, he swung, and Sköll howled as the shining silver edge sliced into his lower jaw. In a spray of dark blood, the jaw came off, spinning away with bits of tongue and teeth. Sköll fell to the ground, eyes wide in disbelief. Garnet raised the sword and struck. He struck for vengeance. For hate. For rage. To end it… For her. Garnet turned from the wolf’s head to face the whirling darkness above, blood spreading around him in a great pool as the body of the Father of Wolves shuddered and twitched one last time, the eyes glazing over in death. Not far away, Adira lay like a broken doll, and the black entity above her was laughing, laughing, laughing, proclaiming victory. And it was not Ryzerus who knew what was happening, but Garnet. He dashed forward, leaping over Adira’s prone body, the sword rising up, spinning. A wall of light crashed down over him and his helpless charge, all the mystic energy of the sword flashing around him in a protective surface that lit the entire room in a white fire. The walls were covered in runes of an ancient, unknown language, with beautiful and terrible engravings of a monstrous thing consuming all that lay in its path, of destruction and evil that never should have been born. Garnet’s body shook with exhaustion, with pain, but he refused to fall. He wouldn’t let this thing have Adira, not now, not after everything that had transpired. He took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling the burn in his lungs and his flesh. Sköll was wrong. He knew when to give up. He simply did not know how.
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    [Chat] How was your day?

    Got off of work a half hour early and got some profitable stuff done in Assassin's Creed Odyssey. Good day.
  20. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    I never actually liked bananas anyway.
  21. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    You never stood a chance....
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    Ruzahl's Spire

    Before he saw it, Garnet felt the oppressive weight of the evil gathered in this chamber. Sweat accumulated on his brow as his eyes took in the sight of the demon, whose dark ghostly mass wavered and shimmered not unlike a terrifying mirage. Merely looking at it made on feel small and insignificant. Weak and powerless, as if one were trapped in an uncontrollable nightmare. The feeling was not lost on Garnet. He wanted to turn and run, to drop the sword and forget the impossible task set upon him by the god of this labyrinth. A dragon, a pack of direwolves, Sköll himself, they were different. Those were foes that he could handle. They were mortal things, they could bleed, they could die. He was not sure the same pertained to this malicious entity. Sudden cold blasted into the chamber; flecks of snow showered over the room. Garnet breathed out harshly, seeing his breath frost in the air as the form of Sköll and Adira took shape. He was to fight both of them? Already wounded, tired, crippled – he? Above him, the demon laughed, mocking him, sharing the same doubt. Then for the first time, the voice spoke, audible not just to the mind, but to the ears. It was resoundingly powerful, echoing across the chamber, pressing against the walls and vaulted ceiling. “My brothers thought you were worth keeping alive. They said you were an artifact, the last of your kind, and thought you should live like some endangered animal. I will not make their mistake.” Though there was no one to cast it, a dark shadow appeared on the wall adjacent from Garnet. That of a man with massive wings. “He’s not the brightest, I’ll grant you that, but he will do.” The shadow broke apart like shattered glass. Inexplicably, a feather drifted down in front of Garnet, brown and rimmed with grey. Go save her, Garnet Seventeen. Before he lost the last of his courage, Garnet charged. He dashed forward, hurtling beneath the phantom demon above, toward the swirling form of Sköll. His left hand was not as good as his right, and Garnet was far from ambidextrous. But he was not weak with that hand either, far from helpless. He had trained all his life to deal with all kinds of weaknesses, and he brought to bear all he had learned now. The sword sang a vicious, wild song as he swung it into the snowy mass, the and the silver edge flashed. It was then the odd glow of the molded blade, dormant and benign before, suddenly exploded. Like a bomb it detonated, the light slashing into Sköll and the demon both.
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    General chat thread

    My back is always straight, mostly because I have a nice set of rods fused to my spine. I'm not really that excited for Frozen 2. Say what you will, but I think they overdid it with Frozen 1. I mean, song after song after unneeded song. The opening song and "Let it Go" was nice and all, but Olaf's song about spring and sunshine and then another song about romance and love and then ANOTHER song about whatthehellever that doesn't support the story much at all... please, just get on with the story already. I loved The Lion King, Mulan, Beauty and the Beast, etc. but Frozen just overdid it for me. It had its moments, but it wasn't my favorite.
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    Ruzahl's Spire

    There was something evil in the labyrinth. Garnet could feel it, instinctively, the way prey knows it is being watched by the predator. He didn’t need any special senses or magic trails to know there was something dreadfully wrong at heart of this maze – something wrong, and lethal. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of Adira still in the wolf’s claws, and the voice urging him onward, giving sparse but adequate directions as the maze split up into different paths. Bright torches sitting on sconces were not the only decorations on the walls of the labyrinth. There were paintings too, faded images of scenery warmer than the environment of Ruzahl. There were portraits of men and women Garnet could not recognize, and her and there were the occasional carved busts of people strange to him, their granite eyes staring, watching as he went by. He felt strange – stranger. Fatigued and cold. His muscles ached. He knew what it was. He was coming close to getting a fever, possibly from infection. His spirits, already low, sank further. He had no idea where he was, and for all he knew the voice guiding him was nothing more than an auditory hallucination. You can’t afford to insult me, the voice said, as if knowing his thoughts. Keep going, you’re close. “Who are you?” You know who I am. Yes, he did know. On and on he walked, passing doors, passing hallways that led to destinations he could only imagine. All the while, the feeling of evil grew, so much that it became almost tangible, and increasingly oppressive. And it was not Sköll. It was something greater, something that should never have been created under the eyes of any watchful god. He reached another door. This one was different, carved with jagged runes and fearsome images of beasts he hoped never to see. It radiated power, magic of a kind that made his skin itch and burn. Prepare yourself.
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    General chat thread

    I thought you were smarter than that, Shize. Valucre is an ancient cult that has existed since time began. Its member and influence is growing, and slowly but steadily the reign of Carlos the World Administrator begins. Pretty soon, you'll have the Valucre logo stamped on your butt, and it'll be commonplace to see Valucre toys and Valucre pop drinks on the shelves of Valucreware, under the wise rule of Valucre Incorporated.
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