Rosesong

Actually, I can't reveal why it hasn't been thought about quite yet. Though I do promise, pending on the final decision that would define the question of souvenirs, we'll find out!

Eagle, I wasn't singling out anyone in particular; I was just using that as an example to support Murdoc's case. And y'know Strat, we thought of a lot of things, but somehow we never figured that bit out... I'll go sort through that now

S'all right Lexi! I figured you got caught in life (and realized that I should have made sure you knew I was still here way earlier). Hope you don't my perceived reason that Natalie hadn't answered and simultaneous progression of the plot

Even so Thomas, while I understand where you're coming from, I'm going to site the RP that I'm currently hosting as an example as to how there is no player independence. There are approximately 8-10 players, not too large, and it's been like pulling teeth to get some of them to post. There are things going on that they can post reactions to, like glowing walls, shrieks of sound, gusts of wind, and yet they remain silent because these things don't happen explicitly to their characters. Even if I force encounters between two players, it still doesn't help any-- they still don't respond. In this RP, players are also encouraged to encounter other players at will. Player progression is an integral part whether it's a single thread RP or an entire forum RP-- they take control of their characters to make the story that the host is weaving more interesting and engaging.

Illiana trilled with ecstasy, positively bouncy with how well the day had been going. It had taken awhile for the diner to seat them, but the wait had been well worth it. She and Natalie had eaten to their heart's content, and the food had been soooooooooooo good. The blonde had forgotten what Natalie had eaten, but she could still smell the glorious rice dumplings and the delectable chicken broth that they had been served in. Just thinking about them made her mouth water again. Natalie had, Illiana could only assume, gone into a deep concentration. She had tried to get the girl's attention multiple times, but to no avail-- after eating, the girl had simply disappeared again to wherever she went when not in a physical form. Not that the woman actually had time to dwell on the fact, though. After almost falling into a coma from the amazing food, Illiana had raced back to the apartment complex to meet with the manager. The elderly man had been very kind, allowing her to pick a small, cozy apartment on the first floor. In return, she had advanced him the first month's rent, leaving only enough in her bank account for a month's worth of food. The blonde shook herself out of worrying about monetary issues and focused on drawing her long hair into a ponytail. Natalie had said that the Grail War most likely wouldn't last longer than a month. Grey eyes grew dreamy as the girl paused, wondering what she would do upon leaving Seigishi, what adventures she would see next. Provided she made it out of the War alive, that was. The girl hadn't let herself focus on the death aspect because her specialty was healing-- there was no use for her to take the life of another. Until now. Sighing, Illiana shook her limbs out. Preparing to work out, she had changed into a thin long sleeve black shirt and blue shorts over black tights. For this warm up session, the girl decided that going barefoot would be most beneficial to her cause of Kali practice. After a quick run around to make sure that the water barrier was still in place, and turning on a few of the water spouts to feed more water to the circle, the girl grasped a long tree branch she had found on the ground and began to focus. In Kali, students fought with weapons first, moving to empty hand when the had progressed far enough. Illiana figured that would be the best method to get back into the art. Wielding the branch as a baston, she faked blocking and returning a blow, only to end up flailing wildly as she lost her balance, ultimately ending up on her butt with a cry of mild pain. Climbing to her feet again, the girl sighed. This is going to be a lot of work...

I know I've kinda disappeared; in my defense, I'm sick and still going to my classes and whatnot. I'll post within the next few days, but definitely by this weekend. Also, it would help a great deal if those that haven't been commenting about as much could post more; I know for a fact that every character has been given some sort of interaction, be it with another player character or an NPC. So, get to posting~ EDIT: Yeah, I'm really sorry guys. I'm going to make it a top priority of mine to post more, I swear.

Ixidor Mia beamed at Ixidor as she quickly wrapped the fur jacket around herself. A sigh of relief escaped her as warmth began to pool into her shaking body, giving her motivation and energy to walk up to the young artist. "Thank you so much Ix," she said with a small, genuine smile gracing her face. As she carefully stepped onto the chariot, placing her hand on the boy's shoulder for support, she looked at the horses with some trepidation. "A-are you sure that we won't get hurt doing this?" the blond succubus asked, her voice shaking as she looked at the animals quietly awaiting their orders. Once fully on the chariot, Mia looked at Ix again. "It won't be easy to get out of the maze," she warned, lowering her voice as if she did not want to be overheard. "It's really smart, and you have to be able to overcome its challenges." Reaching out and taking the boy's hand in her own, she squeezed it lightly. "You're going to have to be very brave," she whispered, closing her eyes. The girl stayed that way, seemingly deep in thought about something. Edward Edward's plan to turn with the metal pike was brilliant; it had been working exactly as he had hoped-- until that last 180 that he tried to make. As the boy came to the final point in his turn, the pike had become frozen to the floor of the maze, unable to be pulled out again at the completion of the direction change. The resulting thud left quite a dent in the wall that the Boy Scout hit; however, it was able to heal itself quickly, glowing black for a few seconds, while the boy ended up lying flat on the floor. All thoughts of the pain he was in quickly faded as the skipping of feet entered the corridor behind him, happily humming still. The steps got closer to Edward until they stopped, and a girl with shoulder length black hair and icy blue eyes looked at him. In her arms was a bedraggled bear that seemed almost frozen. "Mister Edward," Enya Gillespie greeted with a smile. "The maze is really grumpy at you for some reason. Why are you lying here?" Rose, Ellaria, and the mystery dude Rose gave the man a hard stare, unable to place having met him on their journey through hell. "I'd like to know who you are as well," she said slowly, cautiously hopping a step in front of Ellaria. "I'd also like to know how you were able to see us," the redhead added, narrowing her green eyes dangerously at the person. Allowing a hand to stay close to her bag at all times, she continued, never once taking her eyes away and doing her best to ignore the walls, which seemed to be flashing more and more frequently. "We were just making our way through the maze and happened to hear your music," she stated, omitting Matthew and the other woman from her story completely and easily. Allowing the musician that lay dormant within her to come out for a brief moment, she added almost dreamily, "Your playing is fantastic; I'd love to know where you learned to play so sweetly and with such melancholy." Shaking herself, coming back to focus almost abruptly, Rose returned to the hard facade that she had been putting on, worried for a moment that she had let her guard down for too long. Vanessa and Evan The two had been walking in the same direction for quite awhile; Evan was in the lead, unknowing that Vanessa was silently tailing him from a few yards back. Apart from Evan seeing the disfigured, mangled, mutilated body of Noella Chimdale, whom he had realized later that he had encountered briefly in the 8th Circle, both had experienced a relatively quiet maze experience. The maze still flashed occasionally with their strange, glowing light that had become to feel almost comforting. Suddenly, the silence was broken as a voice sounded through the air. Vanessa jumped, looking wildly around for the source of the voice. Her head whipped around to Evan, whom appeared not to have heard anything out of the ordinary. "Nessie," came the cry of a high, soft female voice. "Nessie, help." The voice seemed to be coming from a corridor that Evan had already passed. Meanwhile, up ahead, Evan was getting twitchy. He never had acquired the patience that came with problem solving, and this maze was definitely beginning to frustrate him. Unbeknownst to him, a man stood in the shadows, observing his every movement. His ragged dark hair blew softly in the still breeze that had started through the maze again. He'd be perfect, the man thought, lips twitching into a smirk as he watched the boy turn another corner.

Congrats Murdoc~

You would post it in Reborn City, friend! Should you ever have questions on where to post things, go to the Grand Hall subforum called Site Help. They'll always point you in the right direction. ~Rose

Someone slap me with a newspaper if this falls through, but the ORIGINAL POST has been updated with the time of the next Reborn Game Session!

Happy birthday Renzo! I hope things go well for you so that you can have a peaceful and relaxing day~

Random petting zoo at college. What can I say, everyone loves a good llama

The maze is a bit of a stickler about everyone going about trying to find the exit on foot; plus, to be fair, you were bouncing on its walls at high speeds. You guys are also getting friends just like everyone else, so the high level bouncing won't be doing much good either.

May I just say I freaking love Quincy. He's got to be one of my absolute favorite characters ever

Kenny and Edward Kenny continued bouncing and ricocheting between the walls until his bouncing body encountered what the boy had not forseen himself; a dead end. His body pingponged off the back wall just as it had begun to glow its deep, entrancing black color before ultimately rocketing back the way that it had originally come from. As Kenny's body barreled through the maze at record breaking speeds, he collided into the stuck, immobile Edward, breaking him free but not stopping his own momentum enough to make both boys stop moving. The two boys flew through the air, banging into the maze walls before coming to a stop... right back where they had been. In a heap, each boy moaned, unable to move from the pain that they felt. Suddenly, a merry humming began to sound, though only Edward could hear it. To him, it faintly sounded like "Ring Around the Rosies" with a very familiar voice humming it... Rose, Ellaria, ??? Hearing the beautiful melodies of a harmonica, Rose was almost inclined to abandon all wariness until she remembered that Ellaria was now with her. Quietly limping forward with the girl, Rose peered around the corner, curious as to what she'd find. In the middle of their path stood a lone man, disheveled beyond belief. He seemed to be going bald on the top of his head with sporadic patches of thick grey-brown hair on various parts of his scalp. His beard was much the same, patchy on his face and growing thin and bedraggled the longer it was. The man's clothing was thin and seemed as though it well worn beyond what it should have been, a large hole in the shirt showing more thick hair covering a rotund, robust belly. More matted hair covered the man's arms, while his well-tanned skin was dirty, nearly black in some areas. Moving back to speak softly with Ellaria, the redhead quickly described the man that blocked their path. "What do you think?" she whispered. "What should we do in terms of moving forward?"

Oml Tacos pls <3

So, the sunlight is terrible. HOWEVER! When there is a llama on campus, one simply must take a selfie with it. (Here's the pic you asked for Flux )