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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Because it might be of interest...

Sib-kun had emailed me the question of where the eyes remain.

Two of the six remain at the 'boundary', watching the group, and for some unexplained reason cannot pass to continue the pursuit. The other four, as can be guessed, have gone back to finish off the fallen npcs.

Posted on 2008-12-27 at 18:28:11.

Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: A hope...

I'd hope that cyberspacial universes existed by then... but that might be because I'd like to make my own world with a medium different than ones which are written...

Posted on 2008-12-27 at 08:50:32.

Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: The Story of a 10 Year Old

[slight backpost]
The sun isn't as nice as Ocyari remembers it. Too warm, too bright, ugh, it certainly makes travel by day much less pleasant. Well, at least the day is still traversable; it's just difficult. Along the beaten path, the monastery seems to spring out of the ground, being the only building in the vicinity that one can see.

“Well met, travellers of the sandy paths. My name is brother Josop. The sun is hot today, and you look like you could use a drink. Care to trade some refreshments for a good story?”

Ocyari had been a little lost in thought, and so is the slowest to respond, but when she has a chance to, she decides against it. It was agreed that it would be good to get out of the sun anyway. Ocyari shows a little bit of apprehension within the monastery, but it was a warm invitation, so she is sure there's nothing to worry about. Still, she can't help but be a little uneasy, fidgeting slightly.

[Now at the last update]

"A story hmm?" Ocyari murmurs, pondering for a moment, before smiling, "How about I share the tale of a 10-year old cookie thief?"

Ocyari's smile isn't wide, or showing any teeth, but more of a polite smile.

"Well, I won't pretend to be a good storyteller, but please don't hold that against me." Ocyari adds.

"As you might have guessed, I am referring to myself when I was ten years old. I grew up in an orphanage, and was fairly known as an adept cookie thief. However, one day, the orphanage was accused of a crime. I can't quite remember what it was exactly, however, many of the orphans who had left the orphanage because they were of age returned to help clear the orphanage's name. I was there when the main group of them came together, and left to pursue their investigations. Eventually, another one came later after the others, and so, I decided to follow him, because I felt I should help out too. When we caught up to the others, they had just finished an encounter with a hostile seacat, which left one of them unconscious for an unexplainable reason. Of course, me being quite hyperactive and young at the time, had little idea what had happened, and rushed over to see for myself."

Ocyari smiles mischievously, "It took a little bit of persuasion for the group to let me accompany them, since I was only 10 after all. Anyway, we dined at the inn nearby, which also held one of the people that could give us a lead. Unbeknownst to us, she did give us a good lead, but it wasn't readily apparent, and so we missed it. Day gave way to night, but there was still time for one last stop: the core of the thief's guild. Oh, that's right..." Ocyari blinks, remembering, "The orphanage was framed for the stealing of an item, I think it was a statue. Anyway, back to the story. In exchange for information relevant to our plight, we were given the task of a delivery. Of what, I'm not sure, but I wouldn't assume anything; assumptions lead to many false perceptions. Unfortunately, by then it was quite late, and so it was decided we'd rest for the night."

Ocyari giggles, "I even fell asleep as we were heading back to the orphanage. That was embarrassing, but I did wake up with the others in the morning, so I suppose it worked out alright."

Ocyari continues her tale, explaining how the information received from the thieves' guild led to the finding of a greater plot than a simple framing: the forgery and placement of some papers in the city's archives. Still, the statue was the thing most urgent, as the group was on a timeline to return it. By the time the whole mess was sorted out, a couple of weeks had passed, although it only took perhaps an hour to tell of the whole adventure.

"I suppose that's that." Ocyari concludes, perhaps a little lamely, "I could tell more, but I presume everyone's getting a little tired of hearing only my voice, right?" She asks playfully.

[I know I cut out from actually telling the rest of the adventure, but that's because it wasn't actually finished... ]

Posted on 2008-12-26 at 22:16:24.
Edited on 2008-12-26 at 22:20:43 by Reralae

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A Nighttime Chat

Linnix sits still for a moment, her eyes distant before noticing she's no longer alone, "Oh, I'm sorry." She says, turning to Aelistae, "I was just lost in thought."

"It is I who should be sorry," the drow woman muttered with an apologetic nod. "I didn't think...well, I didn't think anyone would be out here. And I didn't mean to disturb you."

Aelistae rocked slightly on her heels, not knowing how, or if, she should tell Linnix that she intended to leave.

"Oh, you're not disturbing me." Linnix says warmly, "It wasn't like I was trying to write out a fancy document or something..." but she trails off, looking at Aelistae with concern showing into your eyes, "You sound so formal, is something wrong?"

“No…and yes,” Aelistae admitted with a sigh, before taking a seat by Linnix’s side.

Foldraevals l'aster zhah medose ulu telanth taga natha ulnar,” she murmured quietly in drow. “And sometimes maybe the lie would be easier to hear?”

The drow priestess shook her head, causing her silvery hair to rustle against the hood of her cloak. “Forgive me. I’m not sure I can express myself properly in this tongue."

[The drow is: 'Sometimes the truth is harder to speak than a lie']

Linnix nods, looking into the distance, "Sometimes the lie is easier to say and hear, but then..." She stops for a moment, opening and closing her mouth several times, struggling with the words, before finally saying, hesitantly, "l'... l'aster neera... medose ulu tesso."

['the... the truth becomes... harder to tell']

Aelistae tilted her head in surprise. It was less in response to the fact that Linnix had spoken drow, than it was because of the wisdom that lay behind those words.

“Well spoken,” she whispered with a smile. “Qilue couldn’t have said better….”

“So then would you hear it? I’m not sure it makes a lot of sense, even to me.”

Linnix smiles, "Well, maybe we can make sense out of it together." She says gently.

“I was going to leave,” Aelistae said simply, gesturing at the clothes and armour she now wore. “I had hoped to slip away at night, and be so far away by dawn that none of you would be able to find me if you came looking for me.”

“But please,” Aelistae added, as she placed her left hand over Linnix’s, “believe me when I say that I wasn’t intending to hurt you, but protect you – all of you. I…I have something to do and…well I can’t ask anyone else to risk their lives.”

"Silly," Linnix says slyly, her eyes twinkling, before grabbing Aelistae in a strong embrace, "I'm coming with you!"

She giggles, "Isn't that what little sisters are for? Tagging along even when uninvited. After all, if it's so important that you need to go, then I should help."

“No, I can’t ask you to risk your life for this,” Aelistae replied quietly, even as she found herself returning Linnix’s warm embrace. “There is no great cause, no great kindness…just a selfish yearning in my heart that I can’t ignore.”

“There’s a man I love, who’s in trouble,” Aelistae explained. “And I mean to find him, and help him. Or die trying.”

"All the more reason for me to help." Linnix says stubbornly, "We're all supposed to follow our hearts sometimes." Linnix bites her lip, "It's because I didn't..."

Linnix shakes her head, "Anyway, mine is alongside you. You say there's no great kindness, but isn't it kindness to try to help another follow their heart?"

Aelistae eased herself free of Linnix’s arms, meeting the blues of the human woman’s eyes with her own violet gaze. “I can’t get rid of you can I? And for that…for that I’m grateful. Dos ph' d'anthe ulu uns'aa Linnix Wolfette ap Bye.”

“I hope the others will have a safer path than ours. Dylan, Talus, little Xaris…all have been good friends. And together, for a time, we achieved the impossible.”

“But now…” Aelistae continued, with a shake of her head, “I just hope we’ll be able to meet again some day.”

[Drow is: You are dear to me Linnix Wolfette ap Bye]

Linnix smiles, "Alright. I'll grab my things, and we'll be off."

((As made over MSN))

Posted on 2008-12-26 at 19:48:46.
Edited on 2008-12-26 at 19:52:42 by Reralae

Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: A story to tell...

Perhaps Ocyari will share the tale of a little cookie thief

Umm, exactly how detailed would you like me to put it though? Since FT fell apart, I'd also have to make up the rest of it too, as seen through Ocyari's eyes...

Posted on 2008-12-24 at 22:26:24.

Topic: The Pawsteps to Salvation
Subject: Shadowy Strike

"To the hunt it is then." Tear murmurs softly, akin to the wind's whisper among the shadows.

She turns, and leaps into the foliage, however, there is no rustling of leaves as she disappears into its shadow. The darkness envelops her, before she appears on the other side, in her own little hideaway. It is almost a small garden, hidden from view, with glowing fungi on the trees just out of reach, and also a ring of flowers, surviving on their light, while surrounded by trees and ivy. Gently, Tear lies down in the centre of the ring. Now then, what do I feel like having? She considers, noting that she is not particularly hungry as she had eaten before.

Something smaller I guess. Tear thinks, I suppose I'll go for a fish.

With another bound, she enters the shadows again, this time to pop out from the foliage by the river, although a ways away from the meeting spot. She watches the water carefully, looking for a fair fish. Finally, one comes into view. Still, Tear waits, as it is in the middle of the stream. After a moment, it passes into the shadow of a thick tree branch. That is when Tear strikes. Still sitting in the shadow of the foliage, Tear lunges her head forward, where one would expect her to hit the ground. However, instead, her head vanishes into the darkness of the shadow, and when she pulls back, she drags the fish in her mouth back as well. It struggles weakly for a moment before it goes limp. Tear returns to her hideaway to enjoy her snack.

Posted on 2008-12-24 at 21:12:08.

Topic: The Animal Posting Game
Subject: One more for the collection!


Posted on 2008-12-24 at 20:50:56.

Topic: Wilting Rose Q/A
Subject: Yes, I am

See subject ^_^

Posted on 2008-12-21 at 04:52:47.

Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: Aversion is the Key

The wind whistles softly in a blue-haired girl's ears. She might have not seen them coming, but she heard them. Thankfully, it was a simple matter to climb higher in the tree she was sitting in. It would be unlikely that they would go after so small a target as her, and even if they were to jump, chances are they would not be able to ascend the tree even if they wanted to.

Although, it pays to be prepared.

At her side, previously hidden in the tree, a metal rapier is sheathed. Judging by the hilt, one would say it is made of silver with gold inlay and decor, but the 'silver' has a bluish tinge to it, and the 'gold' a reddish one. Reaching along the side of her backpack, the girl slips out what can only be described as a wand. Made of the same reddish gold material, yet woven in a majestic manner along its shaft, and at its tip is a diamond cut quartz crystal. She looks over the side of the branch she sits on, holding the wand at the ready, just in case a wolf got lucky, to jump up and successfully land on a branch.

"It seems this may be one of the more interesting decades I've seen." the seemingly 8-year old girl murmurs.

Posted on 2008-12-19 at 17:32:11.

Topic: The Supreme Series Q&A
Subject: Question!

Do they actually expect Copycat to wear clothing in her feline form?

Even if that were put aside, doesn't a uniform defeat the purpose of being able to morph? If you're wearing the uniform, you can't really morph it with you. It's the reason why Mystique doesn't really wear clothing either, although she can shift to a form that has clothing.

Posted on 2008-12-19 at 03:16:49.
Edited on 2008-12-19 at 03:20:48 by Reralae

Topic: Supreme Beginning
Subject: Scents...

Copycat walks over, shifting back to feline shape, and takes a uniform hesitantly. She holds it up, and sniffs the material. No scent, not even a chemically-clean type of scent. She puts it to her ear, half expecting to hear some sort of minute buzz of technologically advanced fibres or materials. Nothing.

Copycat frowns. There must be something interesting about this material! She sits down on the couch, examining it, poking at it, and repeating her various observations trying to find its secrets. After all, it came in a shiny box! There must be something interesting about it....

Posted on 2008-12-19 at 03:06:45.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: The Chase

"I don't think we have as much time as we thought." The Scout murmurs softly, fading into invisibility, "Ride, quickly!"

There is no hesitation, for in a war, hesitation often leads to death, and two of the party have already encountered it. The camp is abandoned, the fire still burning, with everyone taking mount and moving out, following the road back to Wanqir. The Scout, although invisible, flies alongside Manalagna and bestows a brief light of healing upon him, to further his recovery. (+17 hp Manalagna) Likewise, she does so with Deunan, for although they are beyond the swing of the Reaper, they are far from completely healed (+19 hp Deunan). Not a moment too soon, either.

"They're coming!" The Scout shouts, "Don't look back! Focus on what's in front!"

For a dreadful moment, there is only silence outside of the sound of hooves hitting the ground, for these creatures do not make sound. Then a strange noise is heard, coming from one source sources. The sound is akin to a clap of thunder accompanying lightning, but whatever it is, it is not lightning. It is like a ray of vivid light, striking through the dark of night, but with a dark purpose. It strikes the ground just to the side of Mitsuru's horse for a split second, upturning the ground where it hits.

"Spread out!" Mitsuru calls, "They won't be able to hit everyone that way!"

Silence returns, and everyone spreads out a bit more to prevent collisions. Everyone is evenly spread out, with the Aqinarr soldiers spaced in between the others. Then, another beam of energy strikes down, this time just barely to the right of Willow. Only the prickling sensation of someone watching gave Willow the instinct to direct her horse left a bit to avoid the blast. The Scout, having fallen silent, no longer seems to be in view, however, at the edge of everyone's vision, there seems to be a hazy blue aura around the party.

Perhaps it would seem that there's only one thing chasing the party, but that is not the case. This time, a pair of beams shoots down, at Deunan and Armand, however, the faith held by Armand forms its own shield about the two, staving the blasts to the side. Sora, riding on the far right, is far less fortunate. A third beam fires down, and impales the torso of his horse at an angle, sending both the horse and him cartwheeling through the air and be lost from view as the party rides on.

There is a lull, and no more beams rain down. Those that dare to take a glance back, and upwards, sees a peculiar Linsemptus form. Not humanoid, this Linsemptus doesn't even look like an animal, taking the form of an iridescent, pale white eye, with a chaotic iris of swirling colour, a pitch black pupil, and jagged crack-like shapes appearing like eyelashes around it. It simply hovers in the air, by means unexplainable, simply staring unnervingly. Despite the speed of the horses, it seems like the eye doesn't move relative to the party. The blue aura that could be faintly seen before is now visible, obscuring the form of the Linsemptus and the sky behind it. In the distance, there can be seen five other eyes, hovering closer. Two in particular seem a bit too close.

"Don't look at it!" The Scout shouts, "Pay attention to the road!"

Even if there is a lull, pursuit still continues. No later than after the shout, three beams rain down at Dusk, Akihiko and Xira. Thankfully, none of the three hit, merely striking the ground beside them in a cacophonous roar. Then one falls, hitting the side of Yin's horse. It whinnies in pain, but continues going running, now spurred on by fear. A fifth beam sails down, missing Farah and her horse. However, the sixth beam strikes true, striking Dev's horse and nearly unsaddling him, leaving a considerably weakened mount to carry him.

There is another lull, as the eyes fall behind. Yet, with a persistence and will that cannot be known, they return within seconds, and fire a final volley simultaneously. Three of these blasts hit the ground, failing to strike anyone. However, the final three bring with them death, and so three others fall. One rips the muscle the leg off of Yin's already hurt horse, and he tumbles to the ground. Another one strikes Dev's horse, the angle just enough to pierce the horse's neck, and so he too falls. Finally, the last one blasts through Farah's arm at an angle, striking the horse in the head. Both fall, and are lost.

Yet again, the eyes fall behind, but just when it seems they would come within range of the party again, they stop, and simply hover, at a standstill, as everyone's horses gallop away.

"Alright, I think we can go at a slower pace now," The Scout says, "I don't think the horses will last much longer at a full-out run anyway."

Indeed, in truth to her words, the party's horses feel a little weaker from the run, quivering slightly with the effort to push their body to its limit.

((The time that has elapsed is 15 rounds; light warhorses have a Con of 17, which is effectively their running limit unless you push them. For NPCs, four of them have been lost: Dev, Farah, Yin and Sora. Please post regarding how hard you wish to push your horses, or offer suggestions as to how you wish to proceed, or even if you wish to stop temporarily to converse at greater detail.))

Posted on 2008-12-19 at 01:53:43.
Edited on 2008-12-19 at 03:11:07 by Reralae

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Oh?

It's metagaming to presume that the elves were organized enough to inform Elendil of her reward prior to the mission?

Posted on 2008-12-18 at 01:41:12.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Don't wish, do

If you really want it to end, take responsibility for your character's actions and find a way to make amends. That is every player's duty, for any character: to take responsibility for their actions rather than stating excuses. So they have this or that flaw, well, who gave it to them in the first place? The player!

Even those who have pride will humble themselves when they have made a critical error.

If you're going to give up on the character's ability to make amends, then you might as well have them commit suicide so that you can make a new one.

Posted on 2008-12-17 at 22:17:24.

Topic: Some Secrets are Best Left Buried...
Subject: It feels... Artificial

The feeling of earth beneath Shianna's feet gives way to the cobblestone roads of the town. It isn't a good feeling to her. True, it is still stone, and stone is of the ground, but it doesn't feel... right. Shianna's breathing quickens just slightly. Too close. The buildings feel as though they are leaning in toward her. Some might say that in the forest, the trees can be so close together that it feels they're surrounding oneself, closing in, but for Shianna, it is the opposite. The trees still hold spaces between them, and are majestic plants, bearers of life. Buildings are far wider than most trees, and are made of death. Dead wood is used to make them. Death is part of nature, but this isn't natural at all. The life of the wood isn't being returned to the ground. It just stays, stagnant, encompassing.

Beside her, Meera leans against her leg, comfortingly. Shianna gently runs her hand over Meera's fur. It is comforting, but a bit of panic still can be seen at the edges of Shianna's eyes.

After what seems like an hour, although it couldn't have been that long, the party reaches the tavern. Looking inside, Shianna almost dares to hope that it is deserted, but that is not the case.

"That means you'll have to stay out here." Shianna says gently to Meera, who nods in response.

They enter, except Meera. If Shianna were to be honest with herself, she probably would've wanted to stay outside too. Inside, the enclosure is even more defined than simply in the town, with the ceiling just a few feet away, and the walls surrounding on all four sides. Unconsciously, Shianna inches closer to Neri, her hands shaking just slightly. Shianna knows she doesn't even look like she belongs there. A feeling that is confirmed, right after they had taken seats at the vacant table, when the waitress came over. Shianna can tell, by the slightly shocked and perhaps slightly disapproving glance she receives from her, she did not really look presentable by people's standards. Her rough appearance, with her long, dark brown hair tangled into a mane about her head, probably still with a couple of leaves within it, and splotches of dirt upon her face and clothing.

"Just water please." Shianna says, her voice a little bit faint, "Umm, and can I have two bowls of stew?" she asks, thinking to Meera outside.

Posted on 2008-12-17 at 21:27:33.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: There are flaws, then there are exaggerations

I don't see the flaw 'Rudeness', or 'Hasty', or 'Unthoughtful' on her character sheet, and it is incredibly rude to act without thought or sense. Had she (the character) intended to be polite, introductions would have come first, then an indication of why she is present, and finally a subtle request that she be included in the division of the spoils. Not only was the latter done first and foremost, but it was also a demand.

Only kindness will receive kindness. Irritating behaviour receives tolerance, up to a point, as determined by one's patience. Our patience has long been spent long before this current incarnation.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. If one expects to be involved with the party of ANY game, meaning to be a considered as one of the allies, entitled to their share of the spoils, or whatever, then one should NOT make a character that no one wants to deal with.

Posted on 2008-12-17 at 20:28:16.

Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Okies

I think they'd both know that too, so Meera would stay outside the tavern. Okies, I'll go ahead and post ^_^

Posted on 2008-12-17 at 20:12:57.

Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Hmm

Given the circumstances with bizarre creatures wandering around, I think Shianna would bring Meera with her, because she'd be worried if she simply left her; although Meera would be able to take care of herself, if many of those creatures were to attack, well, Meera wouldn't be able to rest if she were to have to keep running from them.

Just my thoughts

Posted on 2008-12-17 at 20:02:14.
Edited on 2008-12-17 at 20:04:19 by Reralae

Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Umm...

How are the people's reactions regarding Meera? People usually don't take to 'wild beasts' well.

Posted on 2008-12-17 at 19:45:03.

Topic: Poetry of Reralae
Subject: Assassin

The shadow with blood on its hand,
Its skills set at a high demand,
So long as one can pay its price,
It will kill, with a heart of ice,
So long as it is the will of the dice.

Does the shadow have a heart, or not one at all?
It seemingly only knows to give Death's call.
Still, in the light, one comes to wonder,
That the shadow still holds something under,
Perhaps a heart that is torn asunder.

Hidden from both the darkness and the light,
The shadow's heart exists with its own plight.
Unknown, unseen, can one come to understand,
What is behind the icy terror of shadows grand,
And heal their heart with a compassionate hand?

Only time knows, and only time will tell,
If their heart can even become well.

Posted on 2008-12-17 at 06:21:24.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Names…

From a discussion over MSN between Ginafae, and Jozan1, Kaelyn and me, we've decided to bring up the need for names again, specifically for the main party and the keep.

Since the keep is located within the Starspire mountain range, we've tentatively decided upon the name of Starspire Refuge for the keep.

At the same time, the keep provides an apparent unifying factor for the main group, being the location in which we can be based. There's a number of variations on the name for it, but basically, they have the format of 'The _____ of Starspire' (or, by rearrangement, 'The Starspire _____')

The best suggestions we came up with were:

The Alliance of Starspire
The Communion of Starspire
The Fellowship of Starspire
The Lights of Starspire

Alternatively, if we wanted to, we could use Sib-kun's previous suggestion (it'll have to be updated, of course):

The Splendiferous Team Roughly Led by a Drow, the Members of Which Include an Albino Super Gnome, a Warlock, a Human Eillistreean, A Half-Elven Woman-Who-Survives-Burning-Buildings-By-Leaping-Out-Windows, and Some Sort of Musician; Former Members Include Fey Bards, Worshipers of Pelor, a Woman of the Forest, and a Wizard and Her Gecko; Sponsered by Bart, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Farmer.

Obviously, there's many other options, but please post comments/suggestions and which one you like for the main party as well as for the keep.

Posted on 2008-12-16 at 23:20:05.

Topic: a holiday gift
Subject: Just a thought

If people are keen on making a group compilation card, then perhaps there should be thought put into making one where people to scan their signature and email it to a 'compiler' who sets it into a physical card and sends it to the recipient. Of course, people who aren't able to scan won't be able to add their signature unless the physical card is sent to them, and it's not as nice as having your own ink on the paper, but it would be easier to accomplish. At least, if a signature is lost through the email, it is far easier to resend

Posted on 2008-12-16 at 22:58:45.

Topic: Supreme Beginning
Subject: Some things that haven't been told

Copycat takes a deep breath, ready to change for the situation... until something catches her eye.

"Oooh." She says, watching the paper bits above her, her tail swishing and her stance shifting just slightly.

When they drop, it looks as though she will pounce upon them, but then suddenly she stands up. As she does so, her form changes, converting to that of a young woman, Asian, with long, straight black hair, glasses, and violet eyes. She is wearing attire consisting of a dark blue ankle-length skirt, a semi-formal shirt and sweater.

"Oh, I'm thirsty. Be back in a moment." She says simply, her voice far more subdued than in her feline form.

As far as everyone knows, she's only been in this form once before, and that is when she first came to the HQ. There is something slightly unnerving about this form too, although it is difficult to place what it is. Feeling the change in atmosphere, Copycat smiles reassuringly, but it quickly vanishes. Yet, in that smile, everyone could swear they saw something, something perhaps also seen off of cliché horror movies: a set of vampire fangs.

Copycat quickly excuses herself, going into the kitchen. There is a sound of a lock being opened, which must be the cabinet that Copycat had essentially demanded she have in the beginning. This is followed by the sound of the tap running, into a glass. Perhaps the sensitive of hearing can hear something like the cap from a prescribed medicine bottle being popped off. Then everything is put away, and Copycat reappears in the room, still in her 'human form'.

"I don't mind my paws, but sometimes having hands is a bit easier..." She says simply.

It isn't the first time this has happened, where she has opened her cupboard before. It occurs every five hours, if one were to pay attention. Still, everyone has their quirks... perhaps this is just Copycat's, if one can put aside her upbeat, yet flexible and changeable personality.

"Oh, do you have any recordings of Gibson's voice?" Copycat asks of Angela.

Posted on 2008-12-16 at 18:32:35.

Topic: Supreme Beginning
Subject: Alright, who let the cat in?

Copycat was curled up on the sofa in what she called her 'real' form, seemingly fast asleep, when Angela came in. Her form is that of a humanoid with distinct feline features, specifically facial structure, eyes, ears, a tail, and even fur akin to a tabby cat's and paws, probably complete with claws. She stayed seemingly asleep while Angela outlined the mission, however, twitches of her cat ears indicated that she had heard, or were they twitching in response to the paper being rustled about? Either way, her eyes snap open, staring and watching the paper.

Eventually, of course, it circled its way around to her, thankfully the last one to receive it. Now, a person would take it, read it, and pass it on or return it to Angela, but there is more than one reason why she is called 'Copycat'. Instead, she snatches the paper with one of her feet-paws, tosses it up toward her hands-paws, and, rather than catch it, shreds it from some strange instinct. She nearly upturns the sofa as she chases after the larger bits, shredding them into smaller bits. In no time at all, there are small bits of paper confetti throughout the lounge, with Copycat sitting back on the sofa, looking about for bits she might have missed.

"Hehe, that was fun!" She says, her tail swishing back and forth.

Suddenly, her tail stops swishing, and she turns to look at the others, her face altogether serious, "So..."

"What are you feeling up to for supper tonight?"

Posted on 2008-12-15 at 20:52:56.

Topic: The Supreme Series Q&A
Subject: Hehehe

I was expecting looks anyway when I first thought up what exactly my first post would look like

I suppose my archetype for the personality of my character is that one hero on every team that kind of is the comic relief or one that lightens the mood... in a way that often makes the others show sweatdrops in the comic panels

Posted on 2008-12-15 at 19:38:13.


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