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Introductions & Departures / Re: A new arrival
« Last post by Quaf on March 21, 2017, 04:03:59 PM »
Heyo and welcome to RAF! I'm quaf :)
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on March 21, 2017, 03:59:34 PM »
New chapter.

Fight and Flight

"There you are," said a husky voice, with somewhat of a Southern drawl, as eleven were wolves padded out of the forest. They were far larger than ordinary, generic wolves. Most were the size of bears, with the largest only being significantly larger than the rest. Their tails were tufted, their snouts a bit more stunted and flatter than a mundane wolf, and possessing human hands, only a lot beefier. Clearly able to walk bipedally or quadrupedly at a whim. "You thought you could murder my boy and get away with it?"

"I -- I didn't --"

"The hell you didn't!" the largest werewolf said.

He was obviously the alpha, Cloak, observed. But he was noticing Shanker's reactions. And he immediately recognized the similarities . . .

"I didn't mean t-to do it, I d-didn't want to d-do it --"

"Oh, and that makes it alright then? You didn't mean to?!" the alpha said. Cloak could understand where the alpha was coming from, but something about him was rubbing the Realm Walker the wrong way. "You killed my favorite boy --"

It was at this point Cloak thought he could detect some expressions of resentment on the faces of some of the other, smaller ten werewolves. He thought he could deduce why.

"I just wanted to escape! I'm sorry -- I j-just c-couldn't do it anym-more." Shanker said.

"I didn't come here to hear you whine!!" the alpha roared. "That was your place, leech! You should have been grateful to be our chew toy every full moon. To be our practice dummy against legitimate threats, against competent leeches."

Shanker stammered, but this is when Cloak thought he had ascertained enough information to intercede on Shanker's behalf. "His place, you say? What gives you the right to make that determination?"

"That's none of your business, stranger," the alpha growled. Cloak wasn't intimidated. He had faced a lot of things scarier than an alpha werewolf. His mother, for instance. "Stay out of it."

The last four words were clearly intended as a threat. Cloak almost laughed derisively.

"You mess with a RAFian, and it becomes the business of other RAFians." Cloak said, keeping his cool.

"If you don't, stranger," he growled, "then you will die as well."

This time Cloak did laugh, finding the last six words hilariously ignorant.

"DON'T YOU LAUGH A ME!!" he roared.

This was enough to cause Shanker to abandon all pretense and flee his abusers. He transfigured himself into a bat as he did. Cloak did not feel abandoned. Quite the contrary, he thought he knew the emotions Shanker was experiencing was probably very similar, if not identical, to how he felt when he desperately fled his mother's custody.

"DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!!" he roared to his pack.

But the trees had inexplicably closed in tight around them, and whenever there were gaps, they were inexorably filled with earth.

"I'm sorry, but no." Cloak said.

"You would be trapped in here with us?" he snorted. It was amazing that this full moon had not been obscured by a single cloud yet. But, then again, it was a cloudless night.

"No. I'm not trapped in here with you," Cloak said, with a sly smile, behaving a bit too much like Ryan Haywood. "You're trapped in here with me."
Animorphs Forum Classic / Re: Graphic Novel?
« Last post by SolInvictus274 on March 21, 2017, 12:12:23 PM »
Did you just say graphic novel?

Introductions & Departures / Re: A new arrival
« Last post by SolInvictus274 on March 21, 2017, 11:49:48 AM »
Are you a bot?
Introductions & Departures / Re: A new arrival
« Last post by Richard on March 21, 2017, 11:48:22 AM »
Welcome to RAF!

Introductions & Departures / A new arrival
« Last post by SolInvictus274 on March 21, 2017, 11:40:53 AM »
Hi! I found some old animorph books when cleaning my room. I loved these as a kid.
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Shenmue654 on March 21, 2017, 09:50:43 AM »
By the way, in case anyone's curious....*Ridiculous diagram pops up again, this time with a teddy bear that looks like Mar: Fluffy, black, green-eyed and wearing a cravat* *Pokemon tutorial music plays*

Mar gave Salem, in exchange for a look at his stuff, the ability to "aura-sense." Aura-sending is kind of like sensing souls, or subtle aspects of personality. I'd argue we in the real world can all sort of do it, in the form of whatever tells you you like someone or hate them the moment you meet them. This is like an exaggerated version of that which is more accurate.

But still not great. Although it enhances Legimency-type stuff, and would enhance Jeffrey's abilities if he had it, it doesn't really grant you the ability to mind-read. It only allows you to work out stuff like....How old or experienced the person is, "who" they are, sometimes anything that is really bothering them or making them uncomfortable. It's as if the character can smell identity. 

Now, because the human equivalent of this trick is kind of crappy and ineffectual, somebody using it comes off as creepy (*In Tamatoa's voice* You tried to be tough, but your armor's just not hard enough...XD) But Salem's....a novice. ; )
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on March 21, 2017, 08:46:43 AM »
New chapter.

Calling Out

"DAHHH!" Shanker screamed. He had neither heard or smelled Cloak. Cloak did have a habit of not making a sound when he walked -- it was super annoying. "DON'T DO THAT, CLOAK!! You almost made me have a coronary. . . ."

"Can vampires even get -- never mind, questions for later," Cloak said. "So, what are you running from? It can't be Odie -- though that, admittingly, would be perfectly understandable."

Shanker hesitated before saying, repressively, "None of your business."

Cloak said nothing, just waited.

"Don't look at me like that," Shanker said.

Cloak said nothing.

"Don't judge me, Cloak," Shanker said.

Cloak remained silent.

"Don't you judge me!" Shanker cried.

The Realm Walker still refused to utter a word.

"I know what I'm doing, Cloak," Shanker said. "I'm protecting everyone else."

"By running away?" Cloak said, at last.

"I'm not running away!"

"You're out of breath," Cloak said.

"I am not!"

"What could have possibly driven you from the forum, then? You remained during the Madre de Vampyra debacle. You remained during the antigravity and the shrinking sun situations.  And more perilous events you remained steadfastly with us." Cloak said. "What do you fear enough to cause you to flee?"

"I'm . . . I'm not afraid!"

"You don't sound so sure of that," Cloak pointed out.

"Enough with the third-degree, Cloak!" Shanker said, feeling nettled, perceiving a pique. "I know what I'm doing!"

"Then if you will do away with the faux nobility and martyrdom, then we can hash this out," Cloak said, civilly.

Shanker was feeling provoked now. "Faux nobility, Cloak? Martyrdom? I'm doing what I need to do to protect everyone else, including you!"

"By running away from your problems?" Cloak said.

"By running away f-- hey!" Shanker said, rife with irritation now. "I'm not running away from my problems, Cloak! And you're a fine one to talk about that! I know you're running away from your problems back in the Nexu or whatever it is you come from. Why don't you go there and confront your problems before lecturing me on running from problems? Hmmm?"

"Because," Cloak said evenly, "a political exile is not the same thing as running from a problem."


"But that's not important, right now." Cloak said. "Perhaps you can tell me why there are -- three, six, nine -- eleven werewolves surrounding us right now?"

Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Aluminator (Kit) on March 20, 2017, 10:39:32 PM »
Salem frowns and looks towards the door. "Myitt took a different host?" He looks back at Joanne, intending to ask for an explanation, but her tone makes it clear she's confused by the situation as well. "You'll have to point this other host out to me, at least."

When Keshin begins inquiring after the motives for this mission, Salem sighs. He doesn't want to start getting in to all this. He turns to watch as first one, then two, then three newcomers enter the bar. All three appear to be human, though in a place like this, that can mean very little. They give the impression of being separate parties, but that may be an act. A distinct tingle of fear, and the usual accompanying excitement, passes through him. Whether they're together or not, every newcomer has a chance of recognizing him, of being another bounty hunter or a representative of the Empire, or of the Andalites... he smirks to himself. Pretty much anyone that walks in has a good chance of wanting him dead. It'd be absurd, that his life's come to this, if it weren't so nerve-wracking.

His eyes track to the blond man who orders a coffee. He frowns, staring for a few moments, as though trying to figure something out. The man feels different, somehow, to the new sense Mar'd bestowed upon him years before. His eyes flick towards the auburn-haired woman, noting the way she holds herself-- an air of unconcern masking an underlying alertness, a wariness that only comes of experience. Or... so he imagines, at least. It's always possible he's projecting his own emotions onto her. With a visible shake of his shoulders, he turns back to Keshin, who is now fidgeting with his display. Even as he returns to the conversation, he keeps one wary eye out for trouble.

He smirks. "Isn't it considered... like, a faux pas or whatever to ask too many questions about a job?" He sighs. "I'm the client on this one. There's a..." He furrows his brow, trying to figure out where to start. "There's a movement within the Andalite higher-ups. I don't have all the details yet. Whatever's going on... it's covert. Well-hidden. Tough to gather the intel on. Very underground kind of stuff. But, as far as I can tell, the movement is mostly about... about letting the Yeerks win. About letting the Empire destroy... whatever this movement decides. Whoever it decides. Letting the Yeerks do their dirty work. About pulling the Andalites out of the war, about putting their resources into defense." He runs a hand through his hair and looks away. "I... I don't know if I've ever told you, but I spent some time with the Andalites. Years, actually." He lets out a bitter, choked laugh. "They might be a bunch of arrogant, xenophobic, hateful, grass-munching idiots, but their planet... was my home. I care about them. Some more than others. And I'm not going to let some deluded underground conspiracy destroy them, or hurt my... hurt my friends."

He smiles sheepishly, seeming to remember where he is. "The plan will be to allow the station to function as a sensor platform while crippling its ability to act as a waystation for troops. One of the... er... kingpins of this little conspiracy is scheduled to pass through the station soon. Our plan depends on shadowing him effectively. He's also our potential mark." He smiles tiredly. "I'm hoping we can find enough information to stop this movement in its tracks. I don't think it's very widespread at the moment."

As the bartender approaches each of the bar's new patrons in turn, his response is the same. He sets their requested drinks down in front of them, never speaking so much as a word. Along with the drink, he slides a tattered, yellowed old notepad on which three words are written. Cash or Tab?
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Aluminator (Kit) on March 20, 2017, 09:58:21 PM »
Where is this RP time wise in relation to the books? We looking at pre, during, or post war?
Yep, what Shen said. This RP is character driven, not story- or world-driven, so everything that happens here comes as a direct result of the interactions between the characters. Between that and our 'your character can come from literally anywhere' mentality, we wind up seeing quite a few amazing interactions ^_^ A lot of the characters wind up being ways to explore different facets of the Animorphs universe (some of which have grown into our own wildly-storied offshoots thereof). For example, Guppy, in the bar right now, comes from a distant future wherein the Yeerks won the war.

Sorry, I got excited...


I'll post for Al tomorrow. I'm out of... brain juice for tonight.
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