Shamitako

Because I hate all of you and want you to suffer I actually don't remember the entire origin. I have this thing I used to say: "Only on Tuesdays." Which would be my response to where and when questions. Currently it's just sort of a joke that I only exist on Tuesdays. And further, that every day is Tuesday because I exist on every day. Happy Tuesday ^^// BECAUSE I LIKE TRAINS. CHOO-CHOO Because I had a thinky and my thinkies tend to outpace my rationalities Yes, I disguise myself every day, in fact I can't give you exact distances for all of them, so I won't try. The closest is Alpha Centauri, which is something like 4.5 million lightyears away, all other stars are further than that

So I realized like thirty seconds ago, the new site has yet to experience an AMA train Thus I decided to steal its AMA-virginity and start one. I already regret everything. BUT IT'S TOO LATE TO STOP ME NOW So in honor of the new site, please, ask me anything~ owo

[2:12 PM] King Murdoc: also how do you find a meteor once it's fallen

"People don't understand hypocrisy. Like, they say they're animal lovers, but how can they be?" ...Oboy

The Wraith bounced off of Latens's foot as intended, but instead of being flung away, it disappeared as soon as it disconnected from her foot. It reappeared in front of her, and screeched as usual. Then it began floating forward again, faster this time. The Black that had spilled out onto the path was slowly creeping down the sides, as well as creeping towards Latens. It was clearly outpacing her crawling, and if she had to keep fighting the Wraith it would soon catch up to her

[10:53 PM] Chiaki Nanami, Voice of Reason: I need to finish watching that

The wraith barely even registered Latens's shift to invisibility, but then it didn't seem to have eyes in the first place. It reached out to shove her, and she quickly shifted from being invisible to being intangible. But there was a delay, and the Wraith still touched her, for a moment. Before it could finish shoving her, it's hand slipped into her intangible form, and then it suddenly vanished. A screech sounded from behind her, indicating it had yet again teleported.

The Wraith floated towards Latens again, chasing her down from behind as the girl futilely tried to crawl away. Initially she felt the chill of it passing through her, but it reacted quickly and switched to match her state and shove her again. This time the shove was clearly stronger, and both of her hands lost their grip on the thin path, causing her to fall forward but not yet entirely off. The Wraith reappeared in front of her and screeched again.

Writing is a challenge, an art, and an expression. And expression of self and emotion. Emotion is a way of understanding oneself and others. Someone who cannot understand others cannot understand themselves, and someone who cannot understand themselves cannot understand others. So what then, should be done for a boy who cannot understand himself? He will never be able to understand others, he will never feel as they do. They are as aliens to him, and he an alien to them. Should this alien be cast out? He doesn't fit, he will never fit, what reason is there to try to make him fit? The logical answer is to exclude him, to cage him, to use any means possible to prevent this anomaly from harming the delicate system known as human relationships. But to some, the answer is not the logical one, but the emotional one. No one, no matter how alien they may seem, deserves to be excluded. To fix broken emotions, emotion must be used. And thus we come back to writing, a powerful expression of emotion. And here we come to you, one who writes. Who you are is up to you, and you work tirelessly to share yourself with others. It could be that you write works of fiction, exploring stories that are separated from reality; maybe you are an aspiring journalist, someone who searches for truth; you could be in the business of persuasion, putting your convictions into words; or perhaps you simply record who your are in your day to day life using a journal. In any case, you have power. You understand yourself and the world around you, and you know how to show others how you feel. It's not really something most would call special, you just have a way with words. ~What?~ Okay, so, that was a longer introductory paragraph than I usually run, as evidenced by it being two paragraphs long. Let's see if we can make sense of this, shall we? Welcome to A Way With Words, in this story you'll take the role of a young writer trying to help show an alien what it means to be human. A charity known as the Miracle Initiative has put out a call for help, looking for young writers--a group charged with emotion and passion--to help with this task. You are one of many who answered, and one of few who were actually brought in. You're being sent to an old mansion in the Midwest which has been refurbished to be largely self-sustaining, with what few supplies it needs being shipped in once a month. Here you will be utterly cut off from society, seeing only the staff, other writers, and the alien. The staff are allowed only to do their assigned duties and may not assist with advice. See? It's really not that complicated, let's get to the NPCs. ~NPCS~ Quentin Freeman - The Alien Naomi Gardener - The Librarian Destiny Paroo - The Maid Terrance Cooke - The Gardener Carson Pennyworth - The Cook I may or may not do full essays for the rest of these at a later date. For now let's hit the technical bits. I spent four hours and wrote an essay for Quentin but then my browser crashed and it got completely deleted (nothing else tho >_>) , so you're stuck with this crappy paragraph. Sorry :c I'll make another attempt at him, as well as the staff, next time I have four hours to spare. ~Technical Bits~ Time To make certain things progress, the RP will be split up into different internal time periods. For now there's no limit on how long you take within each interaction, but that may change in the future if things move too slowly. The RP shall be split as follows: 0800-1000 Breakfast 1000-1200 Free 1200-1400 Lunch 1400-1600 Free 1600-1800 Free 1800-2000 Dinner 2000-2200 Free 2200-0800 Night During each free period, you may make one interaction with either a PC or NPC. As you are limited, please coordinate with the other players to avoid stepping on each others' toes. Meals will be large interactions involving everyone, you will not be required to stay for the entire interaction and may leave at any time. Rules Be respectful of the other players. This RP is for everyone, not just you Be respectful to me. While this is for everyone, I do still have the final say Full paragraph posts are required here, this is about writing after all. Five sentences, count all dialogue as a single sentence, you'll do fine Clean content, Reborn accepts a level of sexuality, violence, and cursing a bit beyond what might be acceptable elsewhere, but none of these should ever be the focus of your writing Ask questions, I always forget stuff and I hate having to correct people after the fact Joining the RP And now for the fun part, joining the RP. There is no character sheet, rather, I request a three (five at the most) paragraph essay written in first person from your character's point of view. Have them talk about themselves, show what's important to them by what aspects of themselves they decide to talk about. I won't be checking your grammar, if I did I'd have to check mine. Age range is 14-17, other than that you can do whatever (and the age doesn't have to be in the essay if they don't want it to be BTW). To avoid making you spend four hours writing an essay for nothing, please PM me with a short summary of your character concept and I'll work you through to where the character is passable before you being writing. And again, I promise to have another go at the NPCs when possible, this isn't a request I only make of you guys. With Hope, Lexi

Oh joy In other news, you can have multiple statuses on the bar at once and replying to statuses takes you to the person's profile now. Gonna miss mass-replying to the status bar sometimes EDIT: Also avatars are always tiny squares now And I can't capitalize anything in tags... #angar

There is BBCode still. Good enough for me

Ah, here she be. The Hattening has returned. Sign me up

Latens moved towards the creature, and it towards her. She felt strange touching the floor. It was there, solid, and yet not, as though one misstep could send her falling through it. The creature was upon her, it reached out... but its arms passed right through her. It halted, seeming momentarily confused. Latens started to pass through it physically, a slight chill passing through her where the two being overlapped. Then the creature teleported slightly in front of her once more. It floated forward, but something seemed different, its misty white body seemed like it was slightly faded. It reached out again, and this time it was able to touch Latens, shoving her and causing her left leg to slip off the edge. It instantly disappeared again, and Latens once more heard a screech behind her. (OOC: The Wraith turned intangible, intangible things can touch other intangible things. In case it wasn't clear.)

Katsuo Katsuo thanked the shopkeep politely and then turned to leave and find the others. Gwaedu spun about and then emitted a short jingle. "getItemSound.mp4? What does that even mean? And for that matter, how do I know what you meant if I don't know what that means?" Gwaedu gave the earring's equivalent of a shrug. "Anyways," Katsuo said, ignoring her, "it seems that these shops are rather well stocked, considering the state of things. I guess not many people come here to buy stuff." Gwaedu swung back and forth solemnly. "I have no clue what you're even saying." Gwaedu spun once. "Humming? You can't hum without making any noise." Gwaedu spun indignantly. "Ultrasonic frequencies, sure, I definitely believe that." Gwaedu spun again, this time with more urgency. "Wall?" Katsuo said as he suddenly walked into a wall. It took a surprising amount of attention to talk to Gwaedu, so even though he had been staring straight at it, he didn't notice the obvious obstacle. Coincidentally, this was also his destination. He went inside to join the rest of the group. He still needed to decide who to give the sedatives to. He had yet to sort out who he should trust. Back home he always had someone backing him up, someone who could incapacitate him if he became a danger to his allies. But she wasn't here, so he needed to find someone else to watch him. Gwaedu's only suggestion was "frozen Al," he wasn't really sure who that meant and she wouldn't elaborate. Sometimes her stubbornness was a little annoying

If they had been paying attention, which none of them had seeing as they were either freezing or watching the debacle unfold with Ice Gryffin, then the contestants would have noticed a suspicious lack of the eighth contestant present. It wasn't stated why Ricochet had left the tournament, but his exit had been announced. However, it was also stated that there was already a replacement, so their absence was still rather odd. Ice Gryffin finally managed to escape Blink's clutches and respond to the competitors greetings. "Yes, hello everyone, HUNTER." He said, resulting in a punch on the shoulder from Blink. And that was when it happened. A tiny blur of yellow and pink shot into the room, a whirring sound following in its wake. It came to halt in front of the line and spun to face the group. "Oh Lord please no you didn't." Adam said, sounding fairly panicked. "Hihi everyone." the petite girl now standing in front of them said cheerfully, "I'm sorry I'm late, I slipped and hit my head when I was trying to show up the first time. It's okay now though." The girl was wearing a yellow tank top with pink flowers on it, blue jean shorts, and pink sneakers. She didn't seem to fit in at all with the environment--neither the competitive one nor the frozen one. "Hey, uh, I feel funny..." She said, shifting uncomfortably. Nearly everyone in the room felt oddly drawn to this girl, it wasn't a strong feeling, but it was there. The odd one out was LOLI_HUNTER, who felt a strange sense of unease at being near this girl.

The creature floated slowly towards Latens again, its thin white arms reaching out for her. Its slow, almost wobbling way of moving was disorienting, making it feel as though it were simply enlarging itself as it crept ever closer. The black from the room was beginning to pill out onto the path, also threatening to chase Latens down. The path was too long and too narrow to run for safety, there wasn't even any way to be certain of safety at the end, and it was certain that the teleporting creature would be able to push her off before she reached it, assuming she didn't simply trip and fall

OMG. I never even thought of that. Is too perfect, way too perfect

The floating creature was undeterred by Laten's disappearance from the visual spectrum, it simply continued to float towards her. When it was within arms reach it reached out and shoved her. It wasn't a very powerful shove, but on such a narrow path it was still enough to make her wobble. The seemingly endless drop to either side of her threatening to take her life if she were to slip. As soon as it touched her, the creature disappeared and she heard a screech from behind her.