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Post by CuteCat on Nov 24, 2006 12:35:49 GMT -5
It's a sunny day today... Kaira thought, looking up at the sky. A few thin clouds were there, but it was a nice and calm day. Not too cold, but not too warm. She looked down at the people in front of her again, her chocolate-brown cat tail twitching. She had cat-ears too.. She hoped not too many of these people were loud, or so curious that they'd try to pull her sensitive ears. She was wearing her standard, red armor - as always. It wasn't like she had any other armor, being a reploid. Her eyes were a soft brown, and a large collar with a bell hung around her neck.
"Hello, everyone!" she said cheerfully. "And welcome to the training arena!"
She held out an arm, showing on the large, grass-covered area surrounding them. A large stone and metal wall was around the grass, like a round fence surrounding them. Well, one part was broken, but otherwise it looked like, well, an arena.
"You probably wonder who I am, and such." Kaira said happily. "Well, my name is Kaira, and I'm pretty much your leader. If you have any questions concerning how to roleplay, and other things like that, just ask me and I'll try to help. Though I admit you're not the people I'd normally work with, I'll do my best."
She clapped her hands. "Now then, how about you all introduce yourselves?"
(In short: This is if you need advice or training about how to roleplay the forum way! This is a roleplay in itself, so you can learn and improve. Anyone can join, anytime, so don't worry about that!)
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Post by CuteCat on Nov 24, 2006 21:54:09 GMT -5
Kaira blinked. "No, no.. That won't work." she sighed. "In this kind of roleplay, you usually tell more detail. You don't use those < > marks."
She poked Xanit softly. "As it is now, I don't know at all what you look like. You don't seem to have any expression, and up until I was done you didn't seem to exist." she explained, frowning at her own words. "I'm sorry, but try again. Keep in mind that this is closer to a story than a mIRC roleplay, so we can go for quality rather than speed."
She tilted her head to the side, smiling sweetly. "Understand? Try again.. Remember to describe yourself a bit more." She backed off a step, and waited for Xanit's second attempt.
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Post by CuteCat on Nov 24, 2006 22:49:36 GMT -5
This time, Kaira smiled and nodded. "Better."
She put a hand on Xanit's head, petting it softly. She couldn't think of much to say at the moment, so she just kept silent.
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Post by CuteCat on Feb 17, 2007 7:26:57 GMT -5
Kaira stood silent. This felt awkward, somehow.. Only one person to train... And then the roar interrupted. She turned and watched as a huge space-ship of some sort grabbed a huge pig with a huge claw. She just stared at it, too shocked to say anything. She barely heard Xanit's question, snapping out of her shocked state.
"What the... hell.... is... a claw... doing on a spaceship?"
"I don't know." she whispered. "This has never happened before. It's... Creepy." She went silent again, not finding anything else to say.. She just stared at the spaceship as it flew away. For some reason, she couldn't help but wonder who the pig belonged to...
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Post by Jim on Dec 8, 2008 2:11:10 GMT -5
A black cloak, presumably being worn by a biped of some form, strides into view. The thick material of the cloak hangs heavily from the stranger's shoulders, dragging across the ground with a whisper. The figure stands at a height of six feet, the heavy black cloak obscuring all facial and bodily features. Judging by the stance of the figure, it's probably in good shape. Slung to the biped's back is a long, gnarled staff, etched in unfamiliar runes. It seems to be made of solid maple, stained with blood.
The cloaked figure stops just behind Kaira. A glint of light reflects from under the figure's hood, and for an instant it reveals a cruel-looking and metallic set of teeth, split into a sinister grin.
A deep voice, definitely male, booms from the hood of the cloak. There is a rather bemused tone to the voice, and the hints of a refined British accent. "Good day, it is a good day to practice... And what a day indeed it is to practice my very trade... Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Vladivostok, traveling Necromancer!"
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Post by CuteCat on Dec 11, 2008 4:23:48 GMT -5
"Good day, it is a good day to practice... And what a day indeed it is to practice my very trade... Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Vladivostok, traveling Necromancer!"
Kaira flinches visibly as she hears the voice, her tail becoming a big fuzzy mess. Her hands holding the bell around her neck, she quickly turns to the source of the voice, to find a frightening, cloaked creature - a tall one, at that! For a few seconds, she can't do anything but stutter as she tries to speak. Then she swallows.
"I'm sorry, I don't teach necromancy!" she shouts, before she can stop herself. She tries to calm down a bit, shivering. "O-Or did you come here for the roleplay training? If so, then... then you should probably -- maybe tell how you got here. Talk from y-your own perspective, not mine, so maybe... maybe mention if you're late or came because you were curious or anything, and your f-first impression of me rather than simply my name..."
She stops for a moment to gather her thoughts, before finishing. "W-When you post, the 'main character' should be you, not one of the other posters. You don't have to tell of your secrets or anything, b-but..."
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Post by cruel on May 20, 2009 14:20:48 GMT -5
(Okay... let's try this. I'd better get the basics back before trying anything.)
An unremarkable individual approached Kaira. He was visible from almost ten miles away, since it was a grassy plain... but in any case, he was making no effort to conceal his presence.
Once within enough range to make out details, he looked like a man in a SEAL uniform. Without hair, thin lips, and blue eyes.
-Greetings!- he said.- Call me... err... Fred.- he said.- I've been out of this kind of reality for a while, and I need a few pointers on what I can and can't do again. So that, you know, I don't sprain an ankle, or spontaneously combust!- he grinned. Whatever he meant it obviously wasn't sprained ankles or spontaneous combustion.- Err, I might need some metaphysical context assistance, if you know what I mean.- he nodded.- I hope you have the time?
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Post by CuteCat on May 21, 2009 19:30:58 GMT -5
-Greetings! Call me... err... Fred.-
Kaira looked to the new voice, thankful to have someone else to focus on. Both the catboy and the necromancer seemed to have stopped responding, and she didn't like speaking to statues. A bit too eagerly, she answered. "Good evening! I'm Kaira!"
- I've been out of this kind of reality for a while, and I need a few pointers on what I can and can't do again. So that, you know, I don't sprain an ankle, or spontaneously combust!-
"Ah, I see..." Kaira mumbled. He was probably exaggerating, but after the earlier event, she was ready to believe that he may actually burst into flames. She begun to respond, but before she could speak another word, the man interrupted her.
- Err, I might need some metaphysical context assistance, if you know what I mean. I hope you have the time? -
"Metaphysical context assistance?" the catgirl asked, ears drooping somewhat in disbelief. What was this guy talking about?! She waited for a moment, to make sure he wouldn't interrupt her again, before speakng. "Well... For starters, you may want to alter your speech brackets a bit. Most people use the same as I do, but it's not just that it looks prettier if everyone types the same way. It's just - if you use lines like that, it'll get in the way when you write. What if you use them in the posts themselves - like this? It'd cause a lot of confusion."
She shifted a little bit, tail moving along softly as she moved her feet and tried to get into a more comfortable pose, hands clasped behind her back. "The description can easily get in the way, too. Not everyone knows what a SEAL uniform actually is or looks like, so it's no good to describe it that shortly." she explained. "Some people may actually think that you're wandering around in a seal costume! Overall, you're doing rather well, though. Some more detail could be used so that people know your character's moving, but that's definately not a requirement and I won't state it as such. It's more of an elitist thing."
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Post by cruel on May 28, 2009 14:34:25 GMT -5
Fred nodded quickly. Then he pulled a small notebook from one of the pockets in his blue military uniform.
"...more... of... an... eli... tist... thing." he completed.- So, it'd have to be...- He cleared his throat.
"Hmm hmm hmm HRM HRRRM... Like this?" he asked, flashing a smile. He shouldn't have. Not with those yellow teeth and his generally unattractive face. Still, he looked friendly. "Okay, okay... that seems like it in the conventions for existing. Now I have a few other problems... don't go just yet!"- he said, pulling out a rifle from his back. And then a receipt, and a note.
"You see, I paid good money for this rifle. It said it was guaranteed to drop a bengalian tiger in one shot. Then I met someone... well, he looked a lot like a bengalian tiger. But the thing is, he didn't die in one shot. Or any number of them, anyway! And when I tried to dynamite him, when I set the fuse on fire, when the burning part reached the dynamite he held... I exploded instead of the dynamite." He shrugged. "No, really! And I exploded with a really weird sound, like BANNN. What was my mistake there?"
(Doing it just for fun, that didn't really happen.)
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Post by CuteCat on May 30, 2009 18:07:42 GMT -5
Kaira watched quietly as her new student brought out a notebook, and smiled softly. It wasn't all that hard to remember, but if he wished to keep a reminder, it was entirely up to him.
"Hmm hmm hmm HRM HRRRM... Like this?"
The catgirl nodded, clapping her hands lightly. "That's exactly it! Nice work!" she chimed.
"Okay, okay... that seems like it in the conventions for existing. Now I have a few other problems... don't go just yet!"
"Go? Where to?" Kaira asked, tilting her head to the side as she stopped clapping and put her hands onto her hips. She let out a light huff. "I work here, remember?"
"You see, I paid good money for this rifle. It said it was guaranteed to drop a bengalian tiger in one shot. Then I met someone... well, he looked a lot like a bengalian tiger. But the thing is, he didn't die in one shot. Or any number of them, anyway! And when I tried to dynamite him, when I set the fuse on fire, when the burning part reached the dynamite he held... I exploded instead of the dynamite. No, really! And I exploded with a really weird sound, like BANNN. What was my mistake there?"
Kaira's posture faltered as she listened to the story. It sounded like something from a cartoon. She held a hand on her head, scratching herself behind an ear as she tried to think of some sort of explanation. It couldn't be a cartoon, it just couldn't.
"Oh, I know!" she finally said, her face brightening. "You just picked the wrong opponent! Bengalian tigers are threatened by extinction, so you aren't allowed to hunt them, and thus you were probably fighting a robotic one. Since they're built a lot stronger than normal tigers, they'd be able to withstand all that firepower. The dynamite is a bit harder to explain, but depending on its element, the tiger could have created an explosion where you were, and the dynamite was simply a dud or put out by the tiger."
She coughed, taking a moment to regain her breath. "Too much speech in one paragraph can become troublesome..." she mumbled. "It might just be personal taste, but it seems to be too much to respond to, somehow. An entire speech... Can't be helped sometimes, I guess..."
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Post by cruel on Jun 1, 2009 15:51:03 GMT -5
"You just picked the wrong opponent! Bengalian tigers are threatened by extinction, so you aren't allowed to hunt them, and thus you were probably fighting a robotic one. Since they're built a lot stronger than normal tigers, they'd be able to withstand all that firepower. The dynamite is a bit harder to explain, but depending on its element, the tiger could have created an explosion where you were, and the dynamite was simply a dud or put out by the tiger." "Depending on its element!? I think it was from planet Earth. Does that make it an Earth Tiger?" he said out loud, without letting her finish. "There was also the possibility we were supposed to use swords in that world, though..."
"Too much speech in one paragraph can become troublesome..." He winced and took notes. "...one paragraph... can become... troublesome..."
"It might just be personal taste, but it seems to be too much to respond to, somehow. An entire speech... Can't be helped sometimes, I guess..." "Oh, by the way... I'm having some problems... I need to know... how is it you do it... you know... " he lowered his voice and leaned closer "...how one, err, thinks." he added. "I can't help but speak out everything that crosses my mind! I feel like a moron!" he completed, with a smile.
Alarmingly, his gaze lowered itself towards her chest. Probably there was a time limit to this answer before a catastrophe occurred.
(I think I'm ready now. Do you want to continue? I'm enjoying this as much as I can.)
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Post by CuteCat on Jun 2, 2009 1:33:29 GMT -5
"Depending on its element!? I think it was from planet Earth. Does that make it an Earth Tiger? There was also the possibility we were supposed to use swords in that world, though..."
Kaira sighed lightly, trying to ignore the intrusion. She'd explain later on.
"...one paragraph... can become... troublesome... Oh, by the way... I'm having some problems... I need to know... how is it you do it... you know... ...how one, err, thinks. I can't help but speak out everything that crosses my mind! I feel like a moron!"
The catgirl smiled, crossing her arms over her chest to hide Fred's objects of affection. "That varies from player to player, as well." she said calmly. "Usually, though, people use italics for that. It's also used to highlight certain words or sentences, so be careful not to get confused. If I speak like this within parenthesis, I'm just putting emphasis on what I say!"
But if there aren't any parenthesis... she started to think, then cut herself off. She shook her head. Silly, he can't see what I'm thinking.
"Without any parenthesis, though, it counts as thoughts." she finished. "As for the tiger, robots can have certain elements. Ice, water, fire, and so on. I have the sound element, I guess, and if someone has an explosive element, they'll be able to create explosions. But, it sounds more like you just broke the rules, allowing the creator of that game to punish you however he wanted."
She chuckled, smiling as she lowered her arms again. "That's why you always play by the rules."
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Post by cruel on Jun 3, 2009 12:50:12 GMT -5
Fred blinked. Then he looked away for a moment, and closed his eyes, grimacing as if he was making an herculean effort.
Testing, testing, you've got big boobs. I mean, I want to grab them, he thought. Then he looked at her. At her eyes!
"Did I say anything out loud?" he asked, blushing preemptively. Then he scratched his bald head again, waiting for her answer to either nod or grimace, though he was going to disregard them anyway.
"Now you mentioned the rules. So, if the rules say strict medieval fantasy, I can't kill things with an assault rifle? Or dynamite?" he asked, this time looking slightly more serious. He seemed to have some genuine angst behind his voice this time.
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Post by CuteCat on Jun 4, 2009 1:39:08 GMT -5
"Did I say anything out loud?"
Kaira shook her head, an annoyed frown on her face. "Although, it was pretty obvious what you were thinking anyway... They aren't THAT big, thank you very much." she said, embarrassed as she again covered up her breasts by crossing her arms.
"Now you mentioned the rules. So, if the rules say strict medieval fantasy, I can't kill things with an assault rifle? Or dynamite?"
The catgirl nodded, an ear twitching. "That's right. And if the rules say 'future cyberpunk world' you can't use magic. If you break the rules then it's even possible that you'll be thrown out of the world as a whole! It hasn't happened to me, but it could pretty easily if I entered the wrong place, so you have to pick a fitting character rather than one that you just like." she explained.
"For example, I was picked to handle this training area since I work with training rookies usually, too. Someone with a hot temper would be unable to explain anything." Somewhat under her breath, she added: "Although I doubt that I'll be able to remember anything of this once I'm done..." She shook her head, before continuing. "Anyway: If I were to go to a medieval setting, though, I'd either be thrown out or forced into a mold I can't handle at all. Since I'm robotic, they'd have to change my very race, and thus it'd be better to pick an actual medieval-styled character for that."
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Post by cruel on Jun 4, 2009 15:03:23 GMT -5
"Although, it was pretty obvious what you were thinking anyway... They aren't THAT big, thank you very much."This altered his expression for a moment. Now he looked really serious. He waited until the end. "Anyway: If I were to go to a medieval setting, though, I'd either be thrown out or forced into a mold I can't handle at all. Since I'm robotic, they'd have to change my very race, and thus it'd be better to pick an actual medieval-styled character for that."He opened his mouth. "Maybe I was." he shrugged, now a bit more confident. "But you don't have any indisputable proof of that fact. For all you know, I could've been thinking about someone else's boo..." he said, before he once again stopped himself with a snarl. "Very well, I, Fred Welch, am no longer allowed to dynamite were- Bengalian tigers anymore. I'll add that to the list of things I'm not allowed to do anymore..." Welch grabbed something from under his pants. Something that could've given someone the wrong idea. Then he pulled, and pulled, and pulled a long, long, long... nonmagical scroll. And wrote on the first section where there was room: "Cannot dynamite... were-Bengalian... tigers... anymore." he said, slowly, as he added another one. Then he looked at her, a bit more serious. "I think I have what I need." he nodded. "Thanks, Kaira. I'll manage with the rest." he finished, rolling up the scroll of things he's no longer allowed to do, and then putting everything back in its right pocket. "We might meet again... but right now, I'm almost out of clownium in my system, and without it I'm not the same person. So long. Thanks, again." he added. All stupidity had been wiped out of his face, replaced with an almost military rigor. He turned around, and left.
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Post by CuteCat on Jun 5, 2009 1:35:21 GMT -5
"We might meet again... but right now, I'm almost out of clownium in my system, and without it I'm not the same person. So long. Thanks, again."
Kaira waved as the man left, up until now just having watched him silently as he did his antics. "Goodbye, for now! Don't hesitate to come back if you're unsure about anything. And take care of yourself!" she said, smiling. It felt good to actually help someone out and be able to see the results... For now, she decided to take a small lunchbreak. Soon enough, she sat in the grass with a small box of food at her side, smiling as she ate. Finding that she was flustered and red, she rubbed a hand on her cheek in an attempt to rub it off.
"Big boobs... Idiot." she chuckled. It was flattering, people didn't usually NOTICE her breasts at all, but still so immature and blunt! Should she have been ashamed of feeling so flattered about it? She wasn't really sure - it WAS a compliment after all. "Hitting on your teacher... hahaha..."
She just laughed quietly as she resumed her lunch.
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Post by cruel on Jun 6, 2009 9:42:15 GMT -5
(Was that "mindreading" or "rule of funny"? Just... out of curiosity.)
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Post by CuteCat on Jun 7, 2009 9:11:09 GMT -5
(I figured that it was "really bad pokerface" on Fred's part, but if not then I'll go by "rule of funny". :3 Kaira's not normally able to read minds.)
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Post by astrodude55 on Jan 28, 2010 6:46:20 GMT -5
( I wanted to work on Astro some, if you don't mind. )
Though the sun was high, it felt as if the moon was up. Though it was lunch time, it felt like dinner. The man stood in the arena, looking about in a confused expression. Around his neck is an eagle pendant. His pants are rather big and lose making it easy for over-head kicks. He's bare-footed though his casuals sit in the corner. Hair blowing in the wind, he looked about. He asked aloud, "Am I in the right place?" The gloves on his hands were fidgeted with in anticipation for the battle that was to come, if there was going to be one at all.
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Post by deathlygrim40 on Jul 21, 2011 17:10:29 GMT -5
Standing by a large rock, Grim was adjusting his dark blue hoodie to fit tighter when he over heard voices from the other side of the rock. Walking towards the cat-like person he heard speaking he decided to introduce himself. "Hello there, my name is Grim, I couldn't help but overhear some of what you were saying." He said, wondering how he should phrase his next question.
Lost in though the wind picked up and threatened to knock him over, reminding him that she was probably waiting on him to finish his sentence. He asked "I was wondering if you could inform me of the rules of this world are." Deciding to work on his horrible social skills he added with a smile. "I would sure hate to explode if I tried to check the time on my wristwatch." (First time posting, I hope I didn't mess up)
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