Zephyrus the Priestess

SHINY LUGI-- oh, you didn't... you were kidd-- oh, okay... Gen 4 was the best gen imo. <3 Platinummmmm. Giratina is best legendary. Anyway. Welcome to Reborn \o/ wololoooo

'Nother new convert I missed? Welcome to Reb-- I like you already. Welcome to Reborn \o/ wololooo

Don't worry, I baked you a pie instead. inb4 nobody gets the ASDF movie reference Wololo ~ welcome to Reborn! \o/

I like how I'm still the only true priestess in welcomes. Nice, somebody who likes Starcraft and Warcraft. I played them both as a little kid. Without cheats. For sure. Yeah. Totally. who's your daddy Welcome to Reborn! \o/

EEEEEE EXPLORERS OF TIME. imo explorers of sky was a better remake though also, wololo \o/ welcome to Reborn ~

Welcome to Reborn! Hope your thingy got fixed. \o/

... I'm really late to this but Welcome to Reborn \o/ something something check out the rules on the left side of the page right underneath your avatar, sanity is not a thing, wash your hands before and after every sacrifice to wololo, and please don't pet the llamas

Noel's going to get this field? ... Goddamnit. shh I was too lazy to see if anybody made this joke already #sorrynotsorry

With half a shrug, Bryth spoke, her words aimed at both her device and the factory owner: "I'm with Lia. Any surveillance from a camera would be much appreciated." Turning to the gunslinger girl, she murmured, almost incredulously, "What I'm wondering is why and how the video feed didn't provide anything earlier. The other divisions can't have possibly forgotten to check and inspect them, right?"

no I didn't come back just to answer this shh I hate laundry so much that I wrote a poem about it there's also another daily thing that I hate incorporated into that poem

uh I'm gonna be away for a couple days or the rest of the week I don't know please don't wait for me will be back with a signature

I have an okay handwriting but I suck at signatures lol

... Wait, what kind of signature are we doing? The kind that you write with your pen, or the one on the forums...? o_o And uh, any problems with my post...?

OMG GRATERRAS AAAAAAH <3 Establishment of being the original Graterras fangirl and laying the hype down: Check and check. Same with Author, I'll let you folks know if I come up with something and try to focus on Rock and Ice types. Now, normally, I don't really pay much heed to Fakemons, but I'm pretty excited about this for some reason totally not just because the region's named after Graterras or that Hukuna's playing a big part in this project and I bid you guys Godspeed on this. ~

darn straight, Joltik's the best damn electric type ever Why had she let herself be talked into this, again? Gunther watched the previous girl's performance from the waiting area through a monitor on the wall. For three seconds. Then she turned and left the room full of applicants, and snuck outside onto a balcony without anybody watching. The music could be heard from outside; she had only a precious few minutes to enjoy the momentary silence and peace before being hurled into two minutes of performing for a crowd of strangers she didn't know. Absentmindedly, she fiddled with the faux furry "flippers" of her penguin hat, which was fastened to her neck and hanging underneath her long blue hair-- if redheads thought that only they could pull off the flaming hair look, they ought to think again; her hair begun with her natural dark blue shade and gradually grew brighter and more intense in hues and colors as her hair flared outwards in waves and curls, until the tips, which touched the small of her back, were a pale blue verging on white. To be a superstar, famous, adored by men, women, maybe even children of all sorts. With a rather unfeminine snort, Gunther rolled her pale brown eyes. That's not really my thing; I'm just here as your puppet. As your substitute. Whatever. "Whatever," she repeated, out loud, aware that what she'd just thought was a lie. Sort of. Somewhere, inside, the desire to be lauded and acknowledged burned, glistened. Being an idol would quench that want, that need, but only partly. The girl then turned on her heel and back inside, merely flashing the ID Pass to a passing guard, answered before he could even question. The roars of the audience grew louder and louder as she approached the doors, not giving any form of acknowledgment to the previous girl as she passed by; the hallway's walls close proximity to her was enough to irritate her. It wasn't really that she didn't care much for others-- okay, no, that was the case, but-- she just really, really hated feeling like she was boxed in. Confined in a small space. If it was a tighter squeeze, like say, the elevator or a fire exit, she might even lash out. It wasn't claustrophobia, not really. She just really hated feeling caged. "Applicant # 360, Kerrigan "Gunther" von Hertz." Gunther took it as her cue to walk onstage and did so, flashing a quizzical smile that was almost lackadaisical in nature and waving an arm casually at the quieted audience. The girl basked in the silence, taking in the huge stage that was hers and hers alone right now, feeling it more as the lights dimmed-- all but the lone spotlight, which too was hers now. The big screen behind her showed her demeanor, her face, for sure. Good. That was what she wanted; she winked and grinned-- impishly, she'd have liked to think-- at the camera focused on her, resulting in some cheers and whistles as the music started. Right. That could've netted more brownie points. Resisting the urge to make a face, she held the microphone and pointed, rather sharply, at the auditorium of floating glowsticks. "Are you ready? I'm a Lady! Let's begin!" The first half of the first verse, she yelled, in an attempt to build up the excitement and hype. Surprising the audience, she shifted into her melodic singing voice for the next half: "If we try, we can do it! Absolutely, we'll be number 1!" Dancing wasn't difficult, even if she didn't study it thoroughly (i.e. take up classes). It was really like martial arts; you moved your body in sync with an almost intangible kind of flow. It was actually easier to do with music to accompany and guide her movements. What was difficult for Gunther was acting all cutesy... It didn't translate too smoothly or come easily to her (as she had, she felt, a different kind of beauty), so she made up for it by adding more life and bounce to the dance steps. "START, Today's concert stage! CHECK!! (here, she made a show of checking things off her fingers, like a list) Mic, makeup, outfits, it's SHOW! TIME! TRY CHALLENGE! STARDOM, the shining shiny spotlight - It's dazzling sparkle leads to my DEBUT!" If she couldn't make up for not being adorable with exaggerated movements, she was sure, at least, that her singing was spot on. By this time, more people had joined the whistling and cheering; some had even begun to wave their glowsticks. "ENCORES don't ever happen in life; This is a one-time LIVE, so forward! No matter what, SHOW MUST GO ON!! 3! 2! 1!!!" Much like in the opening line, she switched gears almost seamlessly from singing to yelling the last part of the verse, striking cute (as she could) poses in succession and in time to the counting. To her surprise, the audience seemed to love it, coming alive with a rather abrupt roar of cheers and acclamation. "CHANGIN' MY WORLD!! Draw a new dream that will never change! CHANGIN' right now! Whatever you'd like, when you're READY! CHANGIN' forward! While I chase after a new future, I'll be more and more like myself, so I can make my dream come true!" If it weren't for her training in Muay Thai and Capoeira, the effort of dancing, singing, and thinking of ways to mix up the dance steps and to be extra cute would have had her flat on the floor, facefirst, pooped out. Her heart beat like a snare drum, not from nervousness or anxiety, but from the exertion of her body. Sweat began to form in beads a little earlier than she would have liked, but she took it into stride. If she let up on her momentum, then her having started would've been totally pointless... And she'd have to let go of the sheer approval, the praise she was receiving. For a moment, she even flashed the cliche and cheesy V-sign with her fingers, raising them to her eyes, earning more cheers and applause. "ARE YOU READY? I'M A LADY! Come on and sing a song! One at a time, My smiles and my tears become, a fresh new dreamlike ENTERTAINMENT! ARE YOU READY? I'M A LADY! Let's begin anew~ If we try we'll succeed~ For sure~ Absolutely~ Because I'm Number 1!" "Number 1" was bloody right; she was good and she felt it, getting into the rhythm and feel of things, shifting from shouting to singing as she danced. The crowd, clapping and singing along, affirmed her pride and confidence. In all honesty, she didn't really care if she passed for the judges or not. Right here, right now, she was actually having fun, at some point having given up trying to be cute and only doing what came naturally to her. Wonder if this was why she insisted on my joining, Gunther thought, the idea being there for a second before it faded away, lost as she became aware once more of the heat of her body in the costume, of the glaring spotlight, the penguin hat tied at her neck-- invisible to the crowd, for now-- and of course the now-tumultuous throng of glowsti-- people. "ALREADY! WE'RE ALL LADY! Dancing, let us dance~ step by step, meetings and partings, will become loving AMUSEMENT! ALREADY! WE'RE ALL LADY! I want us to begin! If we try, we'll become, more unique, absolutely! All of us, ONLY 1!" And it was finally done. Like applying garnish to a well-made dish, Gunther added a rather mellow "Ooh, yeah" after the last lyrics and pointing at the audience with both hands, raising them slowly like she were tracing a line in the air. In time with the final beat, she struck a final pose: feet apart and both hands raised to the sides of her face, middle, index fingers and thumbs out in a modified peace sign, and a playful wink-and-grin on her face. The clamor and whoops of praise grew to be deafening, the glowsticks waving more frantically. Basking in the ovation and attention, Gunther couldn't help grinning widely even as she let the pose go, only stopping to blowing flying kisses at the crowd. "Пока ~" she said into the microphone, before putting it back on the stand, bowing, and then walking out with a kind of strut to her steps as she waved goodbye. And all too soon, the nice, desirable feelings of smug triumph were wiped out a little too immediately, a little too rudely, by the fact that she was back in a rather enclosed space and room.

So our signups are going to be in the form of an IC post, da?

May 5th 6th here in the Philippines, but nvm , 2015: What's your favorite class you've ever had? recess ninja Probablyyyyyyyy... As depressing as it can be, Environmental Science. Sure, I'm reminded about things like the Second Law of Thermodynamics, but it was in this class that I felt relevant to society and that I ought to do something about the big problem.

Well, I sure hope Wololo's blessings fall on you on your journey... And I find it cool that you like Chikorita. That lil' Grass type doesn't get much love, not here, at least. Anyway. Welcome ~ \o/

Welcome to Reborn ~ Like Vin said, yeah, you're pretty much going to fit in no problem. Wololooooo \o/

uh wololo \o/

So it wasn't their doing, huh? "We do, as a matter of fact, but I just wanted to confirm if these stains looked familiar to you. Haggard," Bryth called again, "come have a look at these stains. Bring one of your bots with you."

I actually ship this

same, Kuna you weren't really encouraging to me though :c

Imo a bit of friction like this is okay XD gives stuff to work with and whatnot.