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Veloci-Rapture

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About Veloci-Rapture

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  • Birthday 03/03/1984

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    Ohio
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    Minecraft, writing, needlessly arguing, useless trivia, and british humour (with an extra u).
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    Dock worker

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  1. Veloci-Rapture

    I'llbe nice right now

    Oh, and if anyone wants the answer: LOL. I'm pretty sure Benny wasn't just counting Val, unless this place has been around since 1981. Wait... has it been around since 1981?
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    I'llbe nice right now

    Geesh, that's a tough question. Do I start at my first internet roleplaying chat room (ThePark, 1997)? Do I start with my first roleplaying BBS (FurNet (don't judge), 1995)? Do I start with when my best friend and I first picked up a pair of sticks and called them swords before pretending to be remixed versions of Mordred and Gwenivere, which ultimately turned into a sort of Arthurian/Marvel mashup in the backyard every Sunday afternoon (San Antonio, 1990)? It's probably safe to say that in my 36 years, I've been roleplaying for damn near 30 of them in some fashion or another. Hell, I still remember several characters from sticks-in-the-backyard days; my main here on Valucre (Ananias) was one of them (but back then he was just named "Guise", because a 4th grader's vocabulary is rather small, comparatively).
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    Suggest a Curse! Making a List of 100 for d/100 Usage

    9. Dear God, There's MORE? Curse: An inviolable ghostly figure appears and begins listing all of the things that are wrong with the afflicted; personality flaws, physical attractiveness, mental deficiencies, sexual disappointments, etc, each backed up with supporting evidence from the afflicted's past (as distant as necessary). The ghost will occasionally stop talking for a few seconds, long enough to make the afflicted think the curse is over, then will begin again.
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    Suggest a Curse! Making a List of 100 for d/100 Usage

    1. Pigpen Curse: All items worn or carried by the afflicted attract a cloud of dirt, dust, and flies for the duration. 2. Who, Me? Curse: Afflicted develops a strong, distracting body odor, detectable at ranges of up to 50' (more or less depending on local wind conditions) that the afflicted cannot smell themselves. 3. Hayfever Curse: All plant life the afflicted is exposed to, including plant parts such as stems, roots, and pollen, cause the afflicted to experience excess nasal discharge, uncontrollable sneezing, and excessively watery eyes for the duration. 4. Fell Asleep On The Beach Curse: The afflicted develops a full-body 1st degree sunburn for the duration, regardless of how much of their skin was covered when the curse was activated. 5. What Did I Just Touch? Curse: The afflicted experiences a severe poison ivy contact rash on a part of the body to be determined by another D100 roll (1 - 40: Arms and Hands, 41 - 80: Legs and Feet, 81 - 90: Chest and Back, 91 - 97: Face, 98 - 00: Genitals and Anus) 6. Oh My God That's So Funny! Curse: The afflicted thinks everything that's said by any other person in earshot is incredibly funny, but every time they laugh, milk comes out of their nose. 7. Dance, Pardner! Curse: The bottoms of the afflicted's feet feel like they are bare and on asphalt under the noonday sun in July in south Texas, as long as they are touching the ground (flying character may be able to cheat this one) for the duration. 8. You Dirty Motherfucker. Curse: The afflicted's hands are undetectably coated in a thin layer of jalepeno juice for the duration, causing every eye rub or ball scratch to deposit the substance somewhere it really, really ought not to be. (This curse is named after what I said, out loud, to the jalepeno, after I took it out of the grocery bag, set it on the counter, and scratched my nose.)
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    Outreach Team AMA

    Pretty sure you already linked it, boss. I double-checked my post history but couldn't find a discussion of marketplace topics anywhere else (at least, not easily).
  6. Veloci-Rapture

    General chat thread

    Fun trivia: In Hawai'i, the ham-and-pineapple pizza is referred to as a "Haole Pizza". Haole is pidgin for "white [person]". Source: Lived in Honolulu 1997-2000
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    The Burning of Everrun

    There, got it! Now she's not in the cult yet, she's just tracked the cult's leaders with her powerful but at-dramatically-appropriate-times-faulty psychicness to the Prophet's village so she can convince them to let her in. NOW we can shove this wagon train out of the mud and onto the road again.
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    The Burning of Everrun

    No worries, I've come up with an easy workaround; post will be edited and we can move from there. Since nobody has interacted with or responded to V yet, it'll be a quick and easy fix. Will update when it's done!
  9. Veloci-Rapture

    The Burning of Everrun

    Well, I was just kind of winging it in a way that could make sense and didn't bog the plot down with a lot of exposition or backstory at the very beginning. If that's not plausible or desirable I can edit my post and take it in a slightly different direction.
  10. Veloci-Rapture

    General chat thread

    Each show is different; I've seen two (Varekai and Corteo), and they were both phenomenal, definitely worth every penny. Just watching the trailers for them to refresh my memory made me get all choked up. The costumes and the music are worth as much as the acrobatics. This one (Crystal) I haven't seen before, but... dude... it's ON ICE. Like, holy cow. Acrobats on ice! It's gotta be great. Edit to add disclaimer: I get choked up pretty easy lately, so YMMV.
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    General chat thread

    Depends on the time and day of the show, and what kind of seats you want. BUT... life pro tip... Cirque arenas are super small, really intimate; there's no such thing as bad seats. I spent a little less than $100 for a Sunday evening show; that's after the stupid $20 service fee from the ticket vendor, and I didn't choose the absolute cheapest seats. I think the cheapest seats were $80ish after the fees. But, if you're just that ballin', you can spend upwards of $300 for a ticket.
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    General chat thread

    Just scored a pair of Cirque du Soleil tickets! I haven't seen a Cirque performance in probably ten years! #STOKED!
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    From Nothing We Start; To Ash We End [Everrun]

    Even the pursuit of ultimate power, even embarking on a quest for the binding that would darken the soul and subjugate the will, could not change a person's very base nature. In Vetiver's case, her base nature rejected certain things, certain qualities that most others might find unoffensive, innocuous, or perhaps even pleasing. Specifically: punctuality. To be totally fair, Vetiver had a good excuse for her tardiness; she was unable to transform her physical being into smoke, or a black lightning bolt, or a meteor of pure evil hurtling across the landscape, or any of that. Her magic just didn't work that way -- at least, not in the capacity that the price would make such nonsense a good return over investment. So instead of flying over the terrain at just under the speed of sound, she rode over the terrain at just under the speed of horse. Much more practical, much more sensible, and much less dramatic. All in all, a large list of benefits. The downside, of course, was that she was late. The Paragons had -- quite reasonably from their perspective, Vetiver granted -- decided not to handicap themselves by travelling like normal people. It not only could have given the Prophet's people an opportunity to raise a warning, it might also have damaged their street cred. By the time Vetiver reined her mount down the town's main thoroughfare, however, the place was empty. Had it not been for the smoking, dark-edged craters in the middle of the road, Vetiver might have fooled herself into thinking she was somehow early. Or, more likely, in the wrong village altogether. The lack of ancillary destruction heartened the young woman; maybe they had found the information they sought without having to resort to unnecessary levels of violence. Just because one desired power above all else didn't require that one enjoyed driving their enemies before them and hearing the lamentations of their women -- that sort of thing always struck Vetiver as rather... barbaric. An older gentleman, near to one of the small craters, was climbing to his feet, his robes dusty and his eyes wide. He caught sight of Vetiver and looked quickly over his shoulder, searching for a path along which he could safely (or even semi-safely) flee. "Oh, no, no, sir! It's ok!" Vetiver called out to him, waving cheerfully. "Not going to hurt you! Promise!" The old man looked skeptical, but he didn't run as Vetiver walked her horse towards him. It helped that Vetiver, short and slight and delicate, was exactly the opposite of intimidating. "I'm just hoping you can tell me if you saw two dangerous, haughty women around here. What am I saying? Of course you did. I'm sorry, that was an awfully silly question and not even really the one I need an answer for anyway. Do you know where they went? It's so hard to keep track of them with the Sight. It's almost impossible. Maybe it's just me." The robed elder looked at Vetiver critically, his demeanor akin to that of a squirrel surprised just a little too far from a tree. "No," he said finally, his speech slow and careful, his gaze wary. "They accosted me, then vanished." "Vanished? Like, into thin air vanished? Oh dear. Oh dear oh goodness." Vetiver furrowed her brow and pursed her lips. She didn't know what that meant, and didn't know whether she should risk alerting either the cult's operatives or the Prophet to her presence by trying to look at the Threads. She didn't know if the Prophet could sense such things, but, well, they DID call him a Prophet, which was more than anyone ever called Vetiver, and Vetiver could certainly tell when someone was trying to trace fate paths nearby. Not that it happened often, which, she supposed, could mean she wasn't very good at it after all. The dark-haired girl forcibly restrained her brain from delving into that particular rabbit hole; she still had work to do. Vetiver's mission required her to locate one or more people in a position of authority within the Cult of Power, and then convince them to let her in. Her Sight had led her this far, and "giving up" was another one of those things her base nature rejected. Vanished or not, she was going to find them. Which left her with her only lead: the man called the Prophet. They were trying to find him, so, sooner or later, they'd be where he was. Vetiver just had to get there, preferably first. Maybe this guy could help. Smiling brightly, Vetiver addressed the old man. "I'm so sorry about that, sir, I really am. Look, I have to get in touch with the person they call the Prophet, I have information he needs to know and it may already be too late. Do you know where he is? It's very important that I find him." The friendliness of Vetiver's voice must have been convincing enough for the old man. "I really don't know for sure, but you best start with the church, over yonder." The man pointed, and Vetiver could see the steeple of the building in question rising above the rest of the houses. Well, obviously. The church. Vetiver refrained from smacking herself in the forehead. Of course the church! "Thank you sir!" Vetiver kicked her horse into a trot. Her blue eyes paled slightly, and, almost as an afterthought, she called back to him over her shoulder. "You should really see a doctor about your stool color, it actually is kind of serious!"
  14. Veloci-Rapture

    The Burning of Everrun

    Quick question: Is this thread going for Canon status, ie, have you worked out all the nitty gritty little details with the big boss man?
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    General chat thread

    As far as I'm concerned, it's the ONLY Christmas movie.
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