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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by DinosaurNothlit on October 30, 2017, 11:31:42 PM »
Just letting you guys know that I am working on a post, it's just taking a while because I have a lot to respond to.  But hopefully I should have something by tomorrow, at least.

EDIT: Posted!  :D  Hunter, I went on a limb and assumed that your character smells human enough to register to Dino as 'human.'  Feel free to correct me if he has any genetic alterations or anything she'd be able to detect.  God, I'm getting tired of asking everyone what their characters smell like.  :XD:

Also, I should probably note, Dino has the ability to change size, and she is currently only about the size of a human.  She did that to appear a little less threatening than her standard, house-sized, form.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on October 30, 2017, 09:59:29 PM »
True.

And I don't have Pokemon Go, as I don't have a smartphone. The phone I do have has sentimental value in it (my aunt Wheeza gave it to me the first Christmas after I was kicked out from my mom's house). But, in the main series games, I'm up to 127 Shinies. ;) Newest one was a shiny Silvally, from the event.

Anyway, I'm working intermittently on Chapter Eleven. This book seems to be going by fast -- I may have to extend it past twenty chapters. But, as you know, it's not the first time I've done so, especially when I go "off-script" like this.

:edit: New chapter.

CHAPTER ELEVEN:
GH and LH Have a Moment

Leatherhead ran.

He knew to do nothing else. He ran and ran, as terror and panic gripped his heart, his mind, and his soul. He didn't want to be here anymore. He didn't want to be on this mission anymore. He didn't want to feel afraid anymore. He wanted to be safe.

This island wasn't safe. This mission wasn't safe. He wasn't safe. He could die. He didn't want to die. Those zombies would have hurt him. He didn't want to be hurt. He didn't like being hurt.

He slowed his run, his flight for a fraction of a moment to regard, with the limited clarity of a child. He left his daddy to die back there. If he was alive, then Leather felt as if he would be in so much trouble -- he had a chance to be a big boy, but he ran like a baby. He now experienced a deep feeling of guilt and shame. He still felt afraid, but now had shame and guilt mixed in, like some horrendous ****tail of bad feelings. He did not like these feelings, but he was too inexperienced due to his youth to know how to handle them properly.

He did the only logical a boy age and stress level knew how to do to cope -- he cried. The dock was well out of earshot, and only hidden from sight by a slight band of trees. Leatherhead couldn't take it anymore, and collapsed to his knees and just cried. He didn't remove his human suit, of course. It had become something rather like a security blanket for him.

Leatherhead was a mess. He did not know how to suss this emotional stuff out, and it confused and frustrated his young mind. He placed his hands on his head as if desiring to claw these bad feelings out of his mind. He just didn't like here . . . and he abandoned his daddy . . .  he . . . he was filled with so many conflicting emotions now, he . . . he didn't know . . .

"Leatherhead!"

Leatherhead jumped at the sound of this voice calling his name. He recoiled from the sound. He was going to be angry. Leatherhead was sure of it. He would be disappointed in him. He did not act like a big boy. He acted like baby. Part of him wanted to hide, part of him knew that that would just get him into more trouble. This internal quandary caused him to freeze.

"Leatherhead!!"

There was an edge of terror to GH's voice that had absolutely nothing to do with the zombies. It was a terror that only a parent or guardian of child would know. Images of their child lying dead with nothing they can do about it flood through their mind when their child goes missing like this . . . this is what truly caused the fear in GH.

"Leatherhead!!!"

GH was desperately trying not to panic. He was trying very hard. Then he found his adoptive son hiding seemingly amongst the low shrubs and trees. He was afraid that GH would be angry with him, but GH just scooped up the boy and embraced him, realizing after a few minutes just how scared he was. His arms was shaking.

But he was fine. His son was fine.

"D-daddy," Leatherhead said, sniffling. "I'm s-sorry. I . . . I shouldn't h-have ran away. I . . ."

"No, LH," GH said, gently. He adopted a kind, fatherly tone that he used whenever Leatherhead got scared like this. "The fault is mine, not yours. I suspected that there might be things like this, that things might escalate."

He touched his head with Leatherhead, and his son returned to the gesture.

"You were not yet ready," GH said. "You were not yet prepared. It was not a good decision to put you in a position that you were not ready to handle yet."

Leatherhead did not argue. He didn't exactly understand, but he found the sound of GH's voice soothing and calming. Found the feeling of GH's embrace comforting.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by DinosaurNothlit on October 30, 2017, 09:39:51 PM »
Oh man, I'm still laughing about what happened to the cat-planet because of that.  :XD:  Wait, does that make me a bad person?  Laughing about dead kitties, yeah, that probably makes me a bad person.  :P

Nah. They should have realized what they were in for. You can't really reap benefits without a cost or two somewhere down the line, and even the best laid plans aren't infallible.

That's a good point.  But that assumes that ALL of the cats on that planet were on board with the whole 'stop-earth-spinning-and-kill-all-the-humans-to-save-ourselves' plan.  If that were true . . . if their leaders honestly informed every member of the population of the situation . . . every man, woman, and kitten . . . and the cats all rose up as one to give approval to that plan . . . and THEN their leaders managed to actually enact a solution that was thus unanimously approved by the people with fully-informed consent . . . then, wow, evil or not, I have MASSIVE respect for the sheer efficiency and coordination of their government.  Rest in peace, cat-planet.  *shines a laser pointer into the sky*

 . . . I always have to play devil's advocate, don't I?  ;)

And in other news . . . the plot thickens!  :D

P.S. I caught my first shiny Pokemon in Pokemon Go!  A Duskull.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on October 30, 2017, 07:29:55 PM »
New chapter.

CHAPTER TEN:
Something Off Here

The trio came out of the bayou into the pepper plantation of the estate. They quickly pushed through the pepper plants as they hurried to go to the mansion, where that icy, pedophobic witch dwelled. When they came to that mansion, the full moon loomed over the backside of it, as if the house was a couch it was hiding behind.

That only served to increase the ominous feelings of the trio, who cast each other looks that conveyed each's misgivings about this mission. It did not help to see the mansion in its entirety was dark, and devoid of light, as if it were abandoned to a horde of zombies -- and yet, the place was devoid of zombies, as if they were afraid to approach the place. As if the place had some sort of taint to it, imperceptible to the RAFians.

The trio scoured the house looking for the two, but it appeared to have been abandoned. No door was even locked. The bedrooms had their beds still made and no one was slumbering away in them. It was eerie -- as if all humans were erased from existence at this residence.

Duff decided to look upstairs, and started to walk up a grand staircase. Only for part of the staircase to fall downward, causing the RAFian to tumble down and land rather awkwardly in Elena's lap.

"Are you okay, Duff?" she asked. She sounded genuinely concerned, but Duff was uncomfortable as he wasn't attracted to her -- she wasn't his type, he guessed. He did not hesitate in righting himself and giving himself space between her and himself.

"Yeah. Yeah, just fine." was his only reply. His mind immediately flew towards why there was a secret staircase here, and just why Elena was down here. He didn't say his suspicions aloud, but not because it would be rude. He didn't want to alert Elena to them. However, when he met the eyes of the other two RAFians he could tell that they shared his suspicions. This made him feel better -- he wasn't just being paranoid.

"What's going on?" Gaz said. It was not easy to keep from sounding doubtful and suspicious of the woman. Their RAFian training had taught them how to identify such people, and, using her vampirically-enhanced olfactory sense, she could tell that Elena's blood smelled . . . off. Off in a way that Gaz couldn't quite explain to a satisfactory degree.

"It was a nightmare!" Elena said. "Ms. Fourbe and I went outside to wait for you, when we were attacked by zombies!"

Not one of the trio believed her, not really. But they were all curious of her endgame, if indeed, she was playing them.

"We ran back to the house," she said, evidently unaware that she wasn't really convincing the three, "and Ms. Fourbe opened this secret passageway. She said it was built during --"

The three RAFians cast furtive looks at each other as Elena launched into a brief explanation of the secret passageway. None of them were entirely buying this. But this could be because of that so-called Moonscar treasure that was rumored to be on this island. The RAFians had no interest in such things, so they paid it no mind when Jacob or someone was talking about it.

"-- But the zombies came after us!" Elena said, almost sounding on the verge of crying. Stupid compassion, Duff cursed to his heart, as he was beginning to soften -- she seemed so genuine about this . . .

While this happened, Saffa looked upon the sandy ground and saw the distinct impression of the soles of Elena's shoes, and the ball and hell print of high heel shoes. Simon Fourbe.

"They grabbed Ms. Fourbe and dragged her away!" she said, with a sobbing gasp. Now she was starting to be pretty damn convincing. "Oh, thank goodness you've come!"

Duff was somewhat convinced now, but Saffa frowned. If Simone Fourbe was dragged off . . . there was no indication in the sand. It looked as if she . . . as if she walked down the corridor herself.

"Alright," Saffa said, considering very quickly. There have been numerous disappearances on these islands over the years. Some power has been here and gone unchecked. "Let's go 'save' Simone, then."

Elena looked at Saffa, taking notice of her tone, and Saffa didn't flinch. She had fought far more fearsome beasts than a servant of a rich piece of --

They proceeded down the bricked walled corridor with a bare sandy floor. It seemed to take them about twenty minutes before they reached the exit. . . .
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on October 30, 2017, 06:20:27 PM »
Only if I managed to find one -- and I haven't. ;)

New chapter.

CHAPTER NINE:
Separation Situation

The zombies began to shamble closer and closer to the RAFians. Probably didn't help that "The Walking Dead" was on the night before, hence the RAFians reluctance to allow the creatures to touch them. Much less scratch or bite them.

Their animalistic groaning and almost menacing moaning flew in the face of any benign motivations they could possibly have. Even their slow, stilted, shambling movements were cause for intimidation, even amongst the RAFians. Almost as if it were deliberate.

The RAFians seemed to take this in stride, despite keeping their distance from the zombies in their assorted tattered clothing. But Leatherhead, however . . . Leatherhead was convulsing in terror. He was not accustomed to this level of threat -- GH had more or less protected him from these kind of missions. Sure, when he first mutated he took down that Furon savagely -- something he barely remembers, and he remembered nothing from the time before he was mutated -- but this was a whole new level.

Closer and closer they came. The terror was building up in the child, his human suit even horripilating -- GH had to note Dek's indescribable attention to detail. No six-year-old had ever dealt with this kind of thing before, or at least, none should. GH could feel him shiver, even though it was not remotely cold out on this full moon night -- wait, full moon? GH could have sworn it was only a half moon moments earlier.

GH's grasp of Leatherhead lightened, and poorly-timed low, threatening moan from a pirate zombie with a moon-shaped scar who was wielding a cutlass that looked oddly pristine and not rusted in the least, almost as if the metal was not iron but adamantium or something. But this was more than enough for poor little Leatherhead.

He broke free from GH's grasp as the latter gave a surprised gasp, not expecting this turn of events. Then the crocodilian in his human boy disguise fled into what appeared to be deeper into the bayou, but GH recognized it as a way to the docks. Leatherhead wanted to leave. He wanted to go home now.

"Leatherhead!" GH called after him. He wasted no time in hurtling himself after his adoptive son, his beloved guitar straddled to his back.

"We shouldn't split up!" Saffa said, but already the zombies had blocked their way. The group was now divided, and the zombies seemed unaware of really anything. They seemed to be barely sentient at times, then exhibiting some knowledge of their surroundings the other. "That's a horror movie cliche that ends up with people getting killed."

"This isn't a horror movie, though," Duff pointed out.

"Our lives are a horror movie," Gaz said, dryly.

Suddenly, they heard a scream from out towards the direction of the Fourbe estate.

"And that's Elena," Duff said. "Do you think she might be in legitimate danger, or that it's just some ruse?"

"I guess we'll find out either way," Gaz sighed as she began to head back to the mansion.

Duff and Saffa followed suit, with Duff remarking, "Sometimes having a conscience is a real pain in the butt."

"A RAFian's work is never done," Saffa said, with a heavy sigh.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by gh, King of Birbs on October 30, 2017, 06:08:53 PM »
So this is an instance where I can actually say you got distracted by a shiny thing? ;)
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on October 30, 2017, 05:27:08 PM »
I'm finally caught up again!  :D

 ;D

The Cloak-dream-world chapters were beautifully inspiring.  :')

Thank you. I wanted to show that one has to deal with one's own burdens and not put them off on others, and show that Aniyu was the only other Truth Dreamer. And Cloak's the only one whose both an Elements Master and a Truth Dreamer, a combination of these two ichor-lines.

It's weird to see Cloak absent from the main plot for so many books in a row, though.  But I suppose that's to be expected after the exertion of keeping an entire planet rotating.

Yes. Quite. Otherwise the apex tier might be just a tad OP without such an expensive cool-down time. Grant, Cloak is essentially one of the most powerful RAFians as it stands already . . .

Oh man, I'm still laughing about what happened to the cat-planet because of that.  :XD:  Wait, does that make me a bad person?  Laughing about dead kitties, yeah, that probably makes me a bad person.  :P

Nah. They should have realized what they were in for. You can't really reap benefits without a cost or two somewhere down the line, and even the best laid plans aren't infallible.

And, I have to admit, I'm still a little nervous about potential fallout from the killer produce episode . . . I mean, do you know how easy it would be for one person, while evacuating the city, to go 'I'm just gonna keep this one apple in my pocket for later, what harm could that do?'  I suppose it isn't like a killer apple could stay secret for long, so by now they'd probably know, but sometimes all it takes is ONE idiot to screw up an otherwise-brilliantly-laid-out plan.

Not really really possible, as the infect produce turn nearly immediately, and anyone who tried that wouldn't have had a hand anymore. Think of it like a piranha apple. ;)

Also, that book reminded me of an actual Balkan legend I once heard about, that any pumpkins or melons left unharvested for too long, in a full moon, would turn into vampiric produce.  Just looked it up to confirm, and found this gem of a quote from the wiki: "These pumpkins and melons go round the houses, stables, and rooms at night, all by themselves, and do harm to people. But it is thought that they cannot do great damage to folk, so people are not very afraid of this kind of vampire."  :XD:

Honestly did not know this. All I know is it was very loosely based on the concept of "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" (which I thought I was being too obvious when using the theme song in the book, but, as it happens when I think (i.e. fear) I'm being too obvious, it turns out it's only obvious to me because I know what's going to happen).

As for the current book, I'm loving the character development for LH!  *hugs him*  It would be pretty wonderful if he could just go his whole life without knowing the real reason behind having to wear a human disguise, that humans can be such intolerant bigots.  That's an unfortunate truth that nobody should ever have to learn.  *sigh*  But I have a feeling that LH will learn it at the worst possible time.  *hugs him again*  Stay strong, little crocodile, and know that there are enough people who care about you to cancel out the gator-haters ten times over.

And, again, it wasn't in the outline. It just happened organically, because I knew I wanted to have GH and Leatherhead as part of the main group in this book.

By the way, this plot-line seems very vaguely familiar.  I seem to remember a very old Scooby Doo movie (I think it might even have been the very first Scooby Doo movie) that went along these lines.  In any case, I don't remember enough about the movie for it to even constitute a spoiler.

Um . . . this is another case like the killer produce book where I though I was being too obvious, especially with the song in the last chapter. I probably should stop thinking that way.

Anyway, I'm still working on Chapter Nine. Just got distracted with errands and shiny hunting.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by DinosaurNothlit on October 30, 2017, 03:49:08 PM »
I'm finally caught up again!  :D

Loved the past few stories.  Took me a while (as in, probably longer than it should have) on the pearls one, to realize that those of us affected were turning into Disney princesses.  But I thought that was a nice touch.  I was Mulan, right?  Too bad I probably didn't get to keep any of the swordsmanship (er, swordswomanship?) abilities, but I suppose I can't really hold a sword with my normal hands, anyway.  :XD:  Also . . . it does occur to me that I don't remember anything of my life before becoming a nothlit . . . so how can I be sure that none of those memories were real?  It's admittedly unlikely that I was a Chinese warrior-princess, but you never know!  ;)

The Cloak-dream-world chapters were beautifully inspiring.  :')  It's weird to see Cloak absent from the main plot for so many books in a row, though.  But I suppose that's to be expected after the exertion of keeping an entire planet rotating.  Oh man, I'm still laughing about what happened to the cat-planet because of that.  :XD:  Wait, does that make me a bad person?  Laughing about dead kitties, yeah, that probably makes me a bad person.  :P

And, I have to admit, I'm still a little nervous about potential fallout from the killer produce episode . . . I mean, do you know how easy it would be for one person, while evacuating the city, to go 'I'm just gonna keep this one apple in my pocket for later, what harm could that do?'  I suppose it isn't like a killer apple could stay secret for long, so by now they'd probably know, but sometimes all it takes is ONE idiot to screw up an otherwise-brilliantly-laid-out plan.

Also, that book reminded me of an actual Balkan legend I once heard about, that any pumpkins or melons left unharvested for too long, in a full moon, would turn into vampiric produce.  Just looked it up to confirm, and found this gem of a quote from the wiki: "These pumpkins and melons go round the houses, stables, and rooms at night, all by themselves, and do harm to people. But it is thought that they cannot do great damage to folk, so people are not very afraid of this kind of vampire."  :XD:

As for the current book, I'm loving the character development for LH!  *hugs him*  It would be pretty wonderful if he could just go his whole life without knowing the real reason behind having to wear a human disguise, that humans can be such intolerant bigots.  That's an unfortunate truth that nobody should ever have to learn.  *sigh*  But I have a feeling that LH will learn it at the worst possible time.  *hugs him again*  Stay strong, little crocodile, and know that there are enough people who care about you to cancel out the gator-haters ten times over.

By the way, this plot-line seems very vaguely familiar.  I seem to remember a very old Scooby Doo movie (I think it might even have been the very first Scooby Doo movie) that went along these lines.  In any case, I don't remember enough about the movie for it to even constitute a spoiler.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Aluminator (Kit) on October 29, 2017, 03:52:14 PM »
Posted. I should be more on the ball for a while now. November looks considerably less busy than October has been, and I'm even considering skipping NaNo this year just so I have a little bit of breathing room. I mean, I probably won't (I'm all inspired and **** lately), but I'm considering it. And even if I NaNo, GESB takes priority, always ^_^

Anyway, miss you guys. Happy Halloween, almost.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Aluminator (Kit) on October 29, 2017, 03:42:48 PM »
Salem nods absently as Mar speaks, but his eyes remain locked on Dino, brow furrowed. She does remind him of something, but he's positive he's never met her species before. Moments later, however, he notices the light from a glowing, flickering portal in the woods not far away. Something falls out of it, but he can't see what it is through the foliage. Interesting, that. This place never quite settles down, does it?

He's so engrossed in the portal that he all but misses the weird flickering sensation, tugging at his newfound sense, that accompanies Mar's thought-speak and, presumably, his attempt at an explanation of his species to Ardania. Salem catches only the end of the sensation and smirks. He's been on the receiving end of similar messages in the past. Mar's true name, while impossible to pronounce, has proven equally impossible to forget.

"Pretty straighforward, right?" He calls to Ardania. "Welcome to the weirdest corner of reality."

He seems to make up his mind about something and turns back to Dino. "I don't mean to be rude, but where exactly are you from?"
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