Shamitako

Hi there, am Lexi. Normally I'd dump a canned message suggesting you check out the roleplay section, but my signature pwell covers that anyways and after seeing your avatar I thought this was a more fitting greeting I will say that a lot of us rp folk are into Fate and FGO, so even if you're not super interested in roleplaying, feel free to poke by my Discord

Sorry, I don't know much about the game myself, so I can't do much aside from redirect you to the best place to ask your question and how best to ask it. For a screencap, the forum has a system for attachments (the paperclip below the text editor), but I'd suggest you just use a generic image hosting site like Imgur. Upload a screenshot there and past the link in the forum editor, it should embed automatically.

Hello and welcome to Reborn! ^^// I'm Lexi, here to invite you to check out the roleplay subforum. If you like writing, storytelling, or roleplaying, please pay us a visit. I've got a handy little guide here to help get you started. If you have any questions feel free to ask. With Hope, Lexi

Didn't get much playtime this week, just a couple hours today. I defeated the first pig and lost our good friend GoggyTheBatterer RIP Goggy

I'm in a good mood RN and can't be arsed to be an asshole, but pretend this part of the post is me being faux-mean. Uh... fuck you and shit... yeah Lol, kidding obvs, glad you're enjoying your time here. IDK how many other places are, but this place has always been pretty open to new people. Only a few of us are still grumpy old men, and that place is Pmuch kill now

Hi there, am Lexi. If you wanna introduce yourself you should go up a forum to the Grand Hall proper, this is a subforum specifically for asking things about the forums. And if you need help with game things you should go to the troubleshooting forum, here: http://www.rebornevo.com/forum/index.php?/forum/46-troubleshooting/ Grab a screenshot of the error on your way over, it'll help out a lot with fixing up your issues if what issue you have can be seen.

Felicity "A big fan, yes." Felicity acknowledged Angela, "But you're more than just a fan of mine, you're a fan of what I represent. That's why I picked you." She gestured to all three girls, "All of you. All of you have a greater stake in this than just a mild interest, you want more. You want to know." Felicity took off her gloves, casting them to the floor. She then clapped her hands, and the driver came back in with a cart of food, mostly pizza. Felicity grabbed a plate and threw a couple slices on it, then pulled up the chair she'd previously cast aside and sat down next to Angela again. "Please, eat. You may not get another chance." She instructed. Felicity seemed oddly nonchalant about the possibility of death, such that her eccentricity no longer seemed the result of narcotics, but rather the same unnerving air that permeated her home. Perhaps this was exactly the woman whose stories the three girls had come to adore. A woman who had looked into the beyond and lost herself to it. Was this what awaited them in the future?

The three girls stepped out of the car, the older man who served as Felicity's driver told them not to worry about their luggage and led them up to the door of Felicity's imposing mansion. There was something unnatural about it, something eerie, exactly what would be expected of an author who wrote Lovecraftian horror stories and lived deep in a forest. The inside of the house was dark, lit sparsely by dull red lights, with not a single window un-curtained. Strange paintings lined the walls, and even stranger sculptures were displayed on pedestals that seemed to be placed at random. The driver led the girls to the dining room, which was much better lit than the rest of the house thanks to a chandelier. He directed them to sit anywhere they liked around the large table, then left them alone in the room, the heavy door shutting with a resounding finality. It felt very much like they were never meant to leave the room, and perhaps this would be the last room they experienced in this world. A long enough time passed for the waiting silence between them to grow uncomfortable, but before they could turn to small talk, a woman entered the room. She had jet black hair that fell in a loose tangle of curls, large brown eyes behind round, wire-frame glasses, and an ever-so-slightly crooked nose. Though her hair was kept up at conventions, she was still easily recognizable as the mansion's proprietor, Felicity Whateley. The outfit she was wearing didn't seem to make much sense. A yellow bikini top, a knee-length blue and white pleated skirt, long red silk gloves, and a single white gym sock. It was by far the most discordant thing any of them had ever seen, and completely shattered the composed author image that Felicity had held before. This stunningly strange woman that had stolen the face of the girls' favorite author made her way to the table and seemed to deliberate over which chair to sit in, before casting one aside entirely and sitting on the table at its place. She turned to the girl who had the honor of sitting in the chair next to her, Angela, and asked a question, "How do you plan to die?" Her tone was completely flat and inscrutable. Without awaiting an answer, she jumped down from the table, spun around and did a short curtsy towards her guests at the table. "I'm Emma Carol, known by my pen name, Felicity Whateley, welcome to my humblest of humble abodes." She introduced herself in a cheery tone. One couldn't help but wonder if she was a little tipsy or high.

Mika The person outside would be met with a shriek of surprise as their knock disturbed the otherwise peaceful night, a shriek that launched the neighbor dog into an agitated frenzy. Was it a thief? Would a thief knock? A murderer perhaps, a murderer might try to cozy up to her before stabbing her. It wasn't July, July was at work. It couldn't be her landlord, she'd paid her rent two days prior. The neighbors wouldn't knock on her door, it caused shrieking and dog barking. It had to be a stranger, and why would a stranger want to knock on her door except to murder her? Fully convinced of her impending doom, Mika was only further spooked by the fact that the intruder knew her name. She scrambled to grab a weapon, the first thing to enter her hand being a short mystery/romance novel she'd been reading earlier. It wasn't exactly a heavy book, but it was something. Clutching the book tightly, she made her way across the carpet to the door. She double checked that it was locked and the chain was in place before standing on her tiptoes to peek through the peephole (Mika wasn't particularly short, but the peephole was placed a little high). The person outside was a young woman, probably of similar age to Mika's own. The peephole made it hard to tell, but the woman must have been at least seven feet tall and very muscular, Mika was certain the murderess could bash down the door easily if she wanted. The murderess was wearing a yellow hoodie, baggy enough to easily conceal a gun or a knife, maybe even a sword. Her brown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, probably to keep it from getting spread around the scene of the crime. Her eyes, a brown or perhaps slightly golden color, were looking away from the door, in the direction of the barking dog. Mika was certain she saw a murderous glint in them, the woman clearly wanted to silence the dog in addition to Mika. Mika couldn't see the woman's hands, as they were buried in the pockets of her hoodie, but Mika knew that they had to be wearing leather driving gloves, that's what all murderers wore in her soap operas to keep the police from finding fingerprints. Hesitantly, Mika decided to open the door. If the murderess could bash it down, there was no point in trying to keep her out, maybe Mika could placate her somehow if they talked. She undid the lock, triple-checked the chain, and cracked the door ever so slightly. She kept her body well behind it, with only one eye peeking past. "Hello, I'm Mika, did you need something?" She asked in a nervous whisper. Mika could now see the murderess more clearly, and realized that the woman was in fact only slightly taller than herself and, though the baggy hoodie largely concealed it, actually rather scrawny. Mika now regretted opening the door, she could have pretended not to be home and maybe the murderess would have left. But it was too late now, she was going to die if she didn't find some way to talk the murderess out of killing her. Mika remembered what July had said last time, "Mika, this is the fourth solicitor you've tried to bludgeon to death with a book, if you don't want to buy their stuff, just close the door in their face." The door slammed shut without giving the woman a chance to figure out what Mika had whispered and Mika went back to the couch, clutching the book to her chest as she tried to pay more attention to the TV than the door.

Mika It was late, but for Mika it was still pretty early. It was one of her off days, so she was free to do whatever she wanted, though she still needed to be ready in case the bar got busy and July called her in to help. She was at home in her apartment, which was rather barren, having only enough furniture for her to get by and no decorum. It wasn't especially large, just a main room with an open kitchen attached, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small pantry area. Mika was lounging on the couch in her nightgown with the TV on. Since there wasn't much to watch besides the news at this hour, she had a tape recording of one of the soap operas she watched rolling by. She'd already seen the episode, so she wasn't really watching the TV. Her mind was wandering, but it hadn't wandered anywhere, it was just empty. It didn't need to be anything more, if she thought about too much she was liable to work herself up, and right now she wanted to relax.

Aries Aries fell back into his seat, sighing in relief. He wasn't exactly a nervous person, but he wasn't immune to butterflies. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Declaring war, in front of Mommo no less, gave him a lot of butterflies. "Thank you." He told Mommo, eyes still closed, "I don't know what more to say, just, thank you." His eyes opened and he looked at her, not speaking, just staring. All was silent. "Jiiiiiiiiiii..." Ram, who was hanging around Aries's neck as a pendant, interrupted the silence, snapping Aries back to his senses. Said snapping came quite violently, as Aries visibly jumped in surprise. "Gah, Ram, what was that for?" He asked incredulously. "You were staring, thought I'd save you from yourself again." Aries blushed furiously, much like he had when he and Mommo had first met. "I was just..." He stopped. Why not just tell the truth? He turned to Mommo and addressed her directly, "I was just admiring how pretty you are and thinking about how much harder this would be if you'd sided against me." He took another deep breath, the butterflies growing ever more intense. "We don't know each other well enough for me to say that I love you, but if we make it through this, I'd like to get to know you well enough that I can." Ram was uncharacteristically silent, he seemed just as stunned as Aries was that Aries had actually said that. Cardinal "You don't have much time either." Cardinal took hold of Tai's hand with her own, both had turned a bluish shade some time before, "But I think my time is already up. It's as you say, it won't let me leave. But that won't matter anymore. I'm pretty sure that if I force myself to stay, it will rip me apart." Cardinal was fine with that, she wasn't alone anymore. Her friends would miss her, but she hoped they would understand her gratitude when she was gone. Cardinal let go of Tai's hand, her form was flickering and distorting constantly now. "I'm sorry you've had such a harsh life, really I am." She said, "And I'm sorry for ruining your chance at overcoming it. Regardless of whether my life may have been 'worse' by some metric, it doesn't justify what I've done to you." Now even her voice was distorted, her words becoming harder and harder to understand. Arcturus The armored man, who had been standing by the entrance to Aries's audience chambers the entire time since before Hiroki and Morgan entered, cleared his throat to draw the attention of the three young women standing outside. "Whatever you're going to do, you should go." He told them, "Wrath is no longer friendly to you." Something about him seemed to radiate power, his aura nearly as intimidating as Lord's. Whoever he was, drawing his ire was clearly a bad decision.

Yoshirou Having apparently decided to go along, Yoshirou followed Tsukihashi further into the park. He wasn't really sure what they were supposed to do, it seemed apparent to him that their target would be near the ferris wheel, which Tsukihashi was steering clear of. More than once he decided to turn back and deal with this himself later, but then changed his mind again. The indecisiveness was gnawing at him a bit, he really didn't like doing unnecessary things, but he also didn't like the idea of leaving the other two to get themselves into trouble. It was a little ridiculous, he didn't have much stake in them, they were basically nobodies. But then, he didn't really like the idea of doing this on his own, so maybe it was really that he wanted them to be there if he got into trouble. Whatever the case, he was here now. The security buildings were pretty dark, though not so dark Yoshirou couldn't see to make his way around. They were dusty and full of cobwebs. He wasn't sure what to look for, but thought that maybe he could at least find a set of keys in one of the desks that would open up further access to the rest of the park without having to break into anything and draw attention. So, although he still wasn't sure why he didn't just leave, Yoshirou started rifling through desk drawers for a pair of keys.

RIP, Breakfast of Pot RIP, ZEL RIP, Elf And most of all, RIP, Phil the Furry

Welp. I got three people killed today. That's a record @Wolfox you are a god among men, TY for the carry

Sadly, our good friend Breakfast of Pot, the Occultist, has died from his sixth heart attack. A moment of silence. RIP in RIP In other news, I'm now hiring an Occultist! Let me know if tentacles and unreliable healing are something you'd be interested in!

You did this to the Crocodilian @Wolfox Note the full HP bar and minimal stress, lol

Since wolfox made a thread for his, ima make a thread for mine I'm doing a Darkest Dungeon run wherein I sacrifice my fellow rebornians at the altar of bad rng and eldritch horrors If you're willing to sacrifice your name to the cause, I've got a list. Feel free to call dibs on any class you like, but preferably pick open ones if you actually want used. Or just offer your name and I'll slap you on an open class when I need it https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FLWxVFjglUrbKk4kkJuXE7j0suQMdTnYfvM_lzuAVA4/edit?usp=drivesdk EDIT: Oh, and if anything interesting happens with you, I'll mention it over here With Hope (and a bit of horrible death), Lexi

Didn't I already say to hmu with the antiquarian when you get one?

Hello and welcome to Reborn! ^^// I'm Lexi, here to invite you to check out the roleplay subforum. If you like writing, storytelling, or roleplaying, please pay us a visit. I've got a handy little guide here to help get you started. If you have any questions feel free to ask. With Hope, Lexi

Hello and welcome to Reborn! ^^// I'm Lexi, here to invite you to check out the roleplay subforum. If you like writing, storytelling, or roleplaying, please pay us a visit. I've got a handy little guide here to help get you started. If you have any questions feel free to ask. With Hope, Lexi