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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 1:17 pm
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▄ ▄▄XXX · · · · RECOVERED POWERS ░░
XXTHIS CALLS FOR A SHELLEBRATION ◦◦◦◦ dreamer power
XX◦◦ ⤿ Turtles. Twenty-Four Seven Turtles. How likely is it to find turtle themed things in a store? Very if you're one Shiloh Beaumont. Does he need a new sketchbook? This one, among all the other plane jane ones, has a tortoise decal on it. Maybe he needs a new cover for his phone? You guessed it: there's one eye level in the store he just walked into, with extra the turtle. This isn't limited to mere depictions of the animal; turtlenecks always seem to be on all the clothing racks, and he doesn't have to look hard to find some caramel turtle desserts. Even all the local creeks seem to have an abundance of the little guys when Shiloh's around.
XXLIVING GARDEN ◦◦◦◦ Noble power
XX◦◦ ⤿ He has a new affinity for plants—or rather, they have an affinity for him—as they seem to sprout and cling and bloom all over him. While he does have full blown Chlorokinesis, his plants still seem to operate best in conjunction with his emotions (or reflexes). Passively, it isn't uncommon to see them sprout out of his hoods or crawl out of his pockets or tangle in his hair, they especially like to sprout around his feet, a trait made especially noticeable when he walks.
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Melancholies rolled 3 4-sided dice:
1, 1, 3
Total: 5 (3-12)
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:33 pm
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▄ ▄▄XXX · · · · PROMPT ONE ░░
Quote: You've arrived in your new era, and you have noticed three issues immediately. Firstly: You have nowhere to stay. (How long will you be here? Who knows.) Secondly: You have nothing to wear. (Your clothes definitely don't fit in.) Thirdly: What are you going to do for money? (It's not immediately obvious, you know.) In order for your character to progress to the next phase, you must roll three four-sided dice and write a solo or do an RP wherein you address these three problems. Your dice rolls will determine how well you do, and will enable you to pick one to three advantages, depending on how many points you end up with. (Higher numbers are better and indicate a better stealthing into the society!) When you're ready to move on, please quote your moderators and one of them will drop in to give you the information you need to prepare for your next phase. Please feel free to RP as much as you like within your era. :> You may assign your dice values to each slot as you will. So if you roll a 1, a 4, and a 3, you can put the three on whatever you like--it doesn't have to apply to the third set of concerns. What sort of lodgings do you acquire for your stay?1. You know, I've always liked camping. (None) 2. It's fun to stay at the YMCA. (Youth hostel/homeless shelter) 3. I scrounged up enough cash to secure a rented room. (Hotel/rented room) 4. I've managed to find a comfy bed with a kindly family or group. (Rented room, free) What sort of clothing do you find to help you blend in?1. My clothes are fine. (None) 2. I found a clothesline. (Stolen off a clothesline; low-class or poorly meshing) 3. I scrounged up enough cash to secure a pretty decent outfit. (Purchased; mid-class or slightly against social mores) 4. Someone took pity on me and helped me blend in more. (Free; easy to pass) How are you going to earn some cash?1. I don't need it. (None) 2. Busking! I'm good at it! (Low income) 3. Some under-the-table work. (Middleish income) 4. I've always fancied myself a con man... (High income)Every three points you earn can be traded in for a bonus. The options are: one of your characters' powers can be re-earned, a +1 bonus to persuasion rolls, a +1 bonus to athleticism/combat rolls, or a +1 increase in one of your situational rolls (so securing better housing, clothing, or job).
total points: 5
bumping +1 to situational rolls (using to achieve a "4" in cash earning. Pickpocketloh go)
end points: 2 |
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Melancholies rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Melancholies rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2016 6:24 pm
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principle solo!
Quote: Shiloh Beaumont: up for being a principle!
Shiloh did not wince when Jamie brought the thorns down on his palm. He did the same in return. Trade for a trade. "Oliver?" he held the hand over, but his twin shook his head. Not yet.
Shiloh didn't have much time to act. Flowers were budding at his wound in a rush to heal the abrasion. Balling a fist to crush the buds out of the way, he turned to the sigil and smeared his palm down against it.
What exactly was there to think in a time like this? What was he even doing? Flying by the seat of his pants, he guessed, like always. He needed to will a purpose into effect. He needed to cast, needed to put his belief into something, needed to will his intent into reality. He thought for a moment what everyone else might be thinking about; were they the same simple goals that they had walked into here with? Fix the veil, patch the tear, heal Sunny, bring the world back to equilibrium... or did it go deeper than that? Were they constructing new rules out of the old? He thought to the description in Zac's book and looked to the tree, cold underneath his finger tips.
Magic was about belief. Magic was about intent. Magic was whatever you wanted it to be, so long as your willpower was strong enough. He wasn't the best at casting; he still struggled to focus it, like how he had learned with Heliodora to attach it to an icon. What did he want out of this? What did he want to bring to the table?
For as quickly as the seconds ticked, his mind felt like it was in slow motion. He didn't want to stifle the magic, but he didn't want to give it free reign either. He wanted something... something different with the world. He wanted a place where—his mind thought to Jamie, and then to the scene in the eighties with his counterparts—he wanted something softer. A softer world, a world that maybe wasn't as cruel. A world where people could grow and exist and—
Love, as corny as it ******** was, and it made him chuckle. Daisies bloomed at his wrists and his fingers. Dandelions crowned his temple. He looked happy in his fear and his exhaustion, because he was thinking about Jamie and he was thinking about Oliver and he was thinking about his other friends too—the very same ones that were here with him, trying to accomplish the same things, trying to fix their world. He didn't want to exist in fear anymore. He didn't want Jamie to exist in fear anymore. He knew it was impossible for them both now, but maybe it didn't have to be in the future. He wanted a place where magic could grow, could be a good thing, could help people—but that much was possible already, wasn't it? It was just that it could be abused.
Yeah, a world without boundaries was a dangerous one, but could you really restrain magic? Wasn't that what had led to the cage in the first place? He chewed on his lip, trying to ignore the hesitation. He couldn't hesitate with casting.
So he thought about Jamie again, and his warmth, and his smile. He thought about how nice it felt to have confidence in someone and trust in someone; trust, real, honest trust. He poured his heart out into the sigil like he wished he could to his friend, and hell, maybe he would after this was all said and done. He let that fluttery feeling culminate into his magic, let it flow out of his fingertips, let it become the center of his focus—and god it was so easy to focus on that and nothing else. He wanted this feeling to grow. He wanted magic to grow too, he wanted it to heal and bloom and love; he wanted it, in a completely naive sense, to be something good. He wanted those natural boundaries, but he didn't want those limitations. He wanted it to be free—or maybe he didn't, but his heart was free and light and that's what went into his image regardless.
He took all of this in the force of his will and he slammed it as hard as he could mentally manage into that glowing stone that Jamie held. Maybe that women had said it was evil, maybe Renard had said it was his life's work; either way it was powerful, and in the back of his head he knew he was doing this for Sunny too. She deserved to experience life like this. She deserved to grow.
For all his pessimism that led up to this point in his life, he wanted the world to mend. He wanted to fight for it. He would too, for himself and his friends and his brother. He wanted to make it worth fighting for. shibrooooogane trying for principle role 4th principle: that Rock mission statement: let magic exist with its own natural restraint, and work alongside it to make the world a better place
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