Tramontane

Post-apocalyptic, eh?

Sounds like we're going to need a leader for the dangerous post-apocalyptic biker gang cult.

*Dons a scrounged-together combination of tattered militia uniform and various pieces of mismatched technological armor*

LET'S RIDE, BOYS.

*Emerges from a protective dome of ice and looks around*

Holy crap. It's a good thing I always ice-shield when I hear William Tell...

Ah, insulting stereotypes against "acceptable targets." How I adore thee.

I have to agree. I'm (relatively) recent to Virtue, I came over last year during the server transfers, and I've only been lightly involved with the RP, but... every time I try to be part of this community, it's almost daunting, looking around at all the other amazing storylines and thinking "Man, I wish I'd been part of that!"

*Reads his script*

No.

No.

I'm sorry, but NO.

I refuse- REFUSE, you understand?- to be a god-forsaken ICEBERG.

I thought I'd made the non-melty kind.

*Dries off*

I indulge in the odd bit of mythological foibles, and I /adore/ the Dresden Files.

(Also, I'm so jealous. I'd kill to party with Jim Butcher, man! It was finding out that he played on Virtue that made me come over here from Justice!)

*Wanders in soaking wet and irritable*

My wings melted.

Hurr, hurr... hurr...

hurr?

*Trips SackWolvie up with ice around his feet*

Don't you mean "Raaaaa, Bub?"

Oh, another point of clarification: I have no problem with those who give their characters extremely large breasts, nor do I judge them negatively. This isn't an issue with large breasts, it's an issue with the fact that I can't give them small breasts.

Happy Halloween! Avoid any evil/haunted roads!

No, really, I tried that out last night. It was messed up.

Messed.

Up.

Have a nice night!

Hey! *Ice-smites SackWolvie* No threatening people.

You either. *Brandishes a flaming ice-sword of justice at Stryph*

Heya, Wolvie. I knew you were short, but damn.

I walk in wearing white robes, with an ice halo and ice wings, as "Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring" plays through the thread

"Be not afraid" I say unto thee, "For I am an angel of the Lord."

Hmm. Too much heat in here.

*Begins freezing Bloodsicles and preparing Blood Sno-Cones and Hot Blood Sundaes*

((I'm even willing to set aside my irksome distaste for the romanticization of vampires just for thread enjoyment purposes! I'm so high-minded and morally-superior, aren't I? :P ))

HUZZAH! Thanks be to ye.

Okay, I've been seeing this for EVER and haven't figured out how the hell it's accomplished, so could somebody enlighten me, please?

How the hell do you make that bubble of flavor text appear while you're typing? The one that most use to describe the speech or voice of their character? How do you make/edit that? 'Cuz I've been going out of my damn brain looking for ways to edit that sort of thing.

Snaerr sat in the M*A*G*I vault, staring at the portal with a frown.

"I doubt it'll be anything like the Circle of Thorns portals, Jack."

He turned and found Azuria in the doorway watching him.

"Small favors, huh?" He grinned. "At least this place nobody's trying to abduct and possess people."

"I hear Emperor Cole's averse to that sort of behavior," she said.

Snaerr turned toward the portal again.

"And they're not likely to put any curses on your soul, either," She added quietly, "Believe me, this is going to be candy compared to the dimensions you've seen on a regular basis since you came to this city."

"Yeah. Big Brother candy. Some tastes more equal than others."

"So it's a bit rigid. You've visited dimensions where the entire human population was held in slavery and tortured for fun, or eaten alive as a delicacy."

"I saw a place where the whole dimension was run by imps once."

She blinked for a moment at that, then shook her head. "The point is, why does this bother you so much?"

"Because that was demons. Demons, you pretty much expect that sort of thing."

"You've spoken to a few people loyal to Cole, Jack, you know it's hardly a black-and-white evil dictatorship." She shrugged. "He might be the hero they make him out to be. Crime is nonexistent. The supernatural world is regulated. People can walk around the city hall without somebody grabbing their purses." She paused, then added "He's long-since eliminated the Circle of Thorns there."

"Emperor Cole. Heh. The name he uses with his followers." He turned toward her and gave her an empty half-smile. "What did we call him before the more advanced contact?"

"Well, it was more of a codename than-"

"What did we call him, Azuria?" He repeated, more sharply.

She grimaced, meeting his eyes, then finally answered. "Tyrant."

"And how did we first discover him?" he continued.

"He kidnapped Statesman, and Ascendant had to rescue him."

"Yeah. Statesman." His voice became more agitated, and he snapped, "Why did he kidnap him?"

"Because they were mirror dimensions of the same man. You know all this."

"Of course I know all of this! Of course I get it!" He yelled. "How do you not-"

He stopped. Azuria was meeting him with a dead stare. He noticed slight puffs of mist as she breathed, and a thin sheen of frost had formed over several of the crystal and glass items in the vault. He held up his sunglasses and was met with a cold blue light from the reflection of his own glowing eyes. He looked back at Azuria, who was still staring at him.

"No, I don't 'get it.' So tell me."

He forced his powers back under control, meeting her eyes for a long time, then finally sighed and pulled out his pocket flask.

"Must you?"

"Yes." He took a long draw of whiskey, winced, then screwed the cap back on. "Have you ever wondered what she's like?"

"Who?"

"You." He looked back at her. "The other you. The Azuria from Praetorian Earth."

"I never thought it pertinent."

"I wonder all the time." He unscrewed the cap. "Not yours, I meant... what happens to Jack Chiaro in Praetoria?" He took a drink, moved the cap toward the flask, then considered it and slipped it into his pocket instead.

"He may not even be known as Jack." she mused. "But why does it matter?"

"It just does." He took another drink. "If... if even Marcus Cole can be turned into a power-hungry dictator who kills those who oppose him in cold blood, then..."

"Then what would happen to you?"

"What would happen to a bitter, jaded mystic with massive amounts of arcane power in his library and an apparent affinity for the most violent and evil nature spirit on record? As it is, I'm already an alienating, obnoxious, violently antisocial borderline-alcoholic."

"Perhaps not borderline." Azuria suggested.

"Oh, hush. Not all of us can handle the Sight as well as you."

Azuria sighed. "Is this about that... doppelganger you encountered?"

"He was an arsonist. A thug. Not evil, as much as... violently unbalanced. But this isn't an arson and unbalance place. This is a machiavellian Evil Mastermind with a brain so twisted it looks like an Escher place."

Azuria suddenly did something Snaerr had never seen her do before. She looked uncomfortable.

"What?"

She said nothing.

"Azuria, what's going on?"

"Nothing." She frowned. "It is simply a disturbing notion. As you say."

Jack looked at her for a moment, but when he opened his mouth to press further, she cut him off. "Remember to reactivate the wards before you leave. We don't want the Lost cure disappearing on us again. Don't loiter."

She turned and walked away, leaving him alone with his flask and his portal.

"Yeah, that's encouraging." He sighed and took another draw of whiskey.

You're kidding, right? e.e

Roleplaying or Non-Roleplaying: Roleplaying
Character Name: Snaerr
Character Level: 39
Character Archetype: Blaster (Ice/Ice)
Character Alignment: Hero
Player Times: Likely mornings, though the schedule will vary.
Looking For: A semi-regular roleplay group
Character Description: A rather cynical academic with a taste for alcohol, Snaerr is nevertheless a rather astute student of history, mythology, and the occult, and is almost psychotically dedicated to his heroism, though he views the entire thing with a rather world-weary resignation. He's also a bit of an ***.
Player Global Name: Tramontane
Player PvP Preference: Not inordinately fond of it, but I'd be willing to do the odd bit here and there.
Small Image of Character: I'll get it later.