Posts by TariAkiyama

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    ooc: well bipolar depression + suck a** life + schizophrenia/psychic abilities + suck a** mom + daily headaches = not something pretty that isn't supposed to mix together, and its putting a really bad strain on me
    I hate making excuses on here about how I couldn't reply, or making one up so I don't have to go into that^ explanation of whats really going on in my rl...so yeah

    ooc: there isn't really any plot at the moment, besides getting our characters together and sort of getting to know each other
    the big start is coming up in a few weeks time (in the rp)
    and sorry for the long post, I was in the mood for typing



    ic: Zareff stood suddenly, wrenching his goggles from his face and let them fall onto his workbench next to the disassembled map machine, nearly leaping over the table towards the back of his shop behind large objects hidden under canvas', which filled the shop besides his workbench, two other nearby tables, a shelf on one wall filled with blue prints and personal designs, and a spiral staircase leading to dorms above, where him and Aeron stayed.
    Muttering to himself, he disappeared behind the large objects, making a rather large ruckus.



    Aeron had disappeared several minutes before when the others had arrived, crowding the large workshop. She was never comfortable around humans, all but Zareff that is, and she was even edgy around her own kind. At the moment she was stepping outside onto the balcony of their dorm, over looking the center of town. Travelers, workers, costumers, and just about any kind of person one could think of was moving about the village, which was medium sized though it was connected to a main road, which made it a popular place for supplies and repairing.
    She frowned, pulling a scarf close around her face to hide her blood red eyes while pulling a long coat on to hide her left arm, which Zareff had crafted out of metal for her some years before. Memories flashed through her mind, and she pushed them away and locked them up with the rest of them, along with any emotion that came with it. She wasn't meant to feel anything, and she would keep it that way.

    ooc: @Heine forever-- I believe you have a character in the workshop with Zarreff, maybe can you try to reply with him? (Raiko)


    @Smashpash and Pooom-- its been a while since either of you posted...if you need a recap I can give you one to catch up, especially since I'm limited on what my characters can do when they're your characters that mine are interacting with




    ic: Techie, the small hummingbird hand-crafted by Zareff, flitted about, having almost broken itself when Zareff had suddenly jerked himself to his feet and causing the tiny bird to fall from its perch within his dark blonde locks. It tilted its head from side to side, giving off a tiny yet beautiful buzzing noise that almost resembled a humming bell.


    Zareff stepped back out from behind his canvas', muttering under his breath while holding an old journal, "107...22...17...348...maybe 212?" He sat back down at his workbench, grumbling while flipping through the yellowing pages, pulling a small screwdriver from his back pocket and starting to reassemble the map machine, pausing every so often to look at the blue prints or journal.


    Aeron's head tilted to the side as she noticed the others below her, and wondered if she should go say hello. Her eyes widened at the thought of it, and she stepped back into the shadows of the doorway. She wasn't going to be accepted, that was a fact, and she certainly wasn't the talkative type.

    ooc: @Baywin-- Of course! Try to squeeze in the best you can :DD



    ic: Techie flitted around the room before landing on a piece of the map machine, watching Zareff with one of its tiny marble eyes while its wings twitched every few seconds, unable to stay still for long.


    It took a few moments for the question to sink in, and Zareff looked up from his work, "It matters on the machine." he said simply, "With one of these, they're called rare for a reason, so they're harder to fix than they seem." as he finished talking to Raiko, he picked up his goggles from his workbench and slipped them on before going back to work.


    Aeron pulled off her coat, closing the doors to her balcony, she would go out after dark, which was only a few hours away anyway. She shook her head, her blonde locks falling into her face. Annoyed, she brushed them away while walking over to a small hammock and curling up in it, the drapes across the doors blocking out any light that tried to pierce the room.

    Okai, so I've been playing Pokemon Platinum, and I'm at the end of the game in the alternate dimension with Cyrus. But I absolutely CANNOT defeat him, and I've been having really bad game rage. PLEASE HELP


    Here's info that might help you guys:
    I have 4 pokemon:


    Lvl 58 Chimchar
    Moves:
    Flare Blitz (Fire) Flame Wheel (Fire)
    Fire Spin (Fire) Mach Punch (Fight)



    Lvl 51 Tropius
    Moves:
    Air Slash (Flying) Defog (Flying)(HM)
    Fly (Flying)(HM) SolarBeam (Grass)



    Lvl 47 Rapidash
    Moves:
    Bounce (Flying) Fury Attack (Normal)
    Flame Wheel (Fire) Strength (Normal)(HM)



    Lvl 28 Bibarel
    Moves:
    Surf (Water((HM) Rock Smash (Fight)(HM)
    Rock Climb (Normal)(HM) Cut (Normal)(HM)



    Please help soon!!!

    Just earlier today, I finished Portal 2, and several ideas of the next part of what should happen have come to mind, so I thought about writing down the After Story, with the main character (Chell) and the Companion Cube.


    PLOT (must read)


    RULES (must read)


    Needs & Form


    My Forms


    Rp Thread:


    That sounds great!! and accepted!! ^^ I can pull up the rp thread in about an hour at the latest and we can start~
    Also if you guys can, it would be TAD bit nice if we could go for a semi-advanced rp if you want to
    its up to you guys

    Link for Sign-Up:



    ooc: Hello to all!~




    ic:
    (September)
    She glanced around, hoping no one could see her. She wore a black hoodie, with the hood pulled low over her strangely colored hair, but you never really knew. After yet another glance over her shoulder, she slipped into an abandoned room of a motel. Inside, it was as dark as the street outside her door, and there were plenty of wards painted on the walls by an expert hand, as well as on the ceiling and under the furniture, which was only a couch, table, three or four chairs, and a hammock off to the side. There was of course a mini kitchen, but that didn't really count.
    She double checked to make sure none of her stuff had been moved, then brought out the small container she had just bought at a nearby store. The label read Cinnamon Sticks. She opened the lid, sliding a stick over each window and doorway. Someone like her was never safe enough.



    (Jason)
    He burst out of a window of a two-story house, landing on his shoulder harshly, knocking the air out of him. The shotgun he had been holding disappeared into the bushes, and he cursed under his breath. Hopefully Allison had stayed in the woods around back like he had told her to, though he doubted it. He gritted his teeth, going to scramble for the shotgun, but an invisible force slammed into his chest, making him soar back and land on the front deck.
    He coughed, spitting away blood from his mouth when his lip burst. The ghost he had been hunting stood over him. The image of a woman with hair that sprawled around her shoulders. Her eyes were wild, and her tale ran through his head as she bore down on him. She had gone mad, and killed her husband, her two kids, and herself in a rather gory way.

    Happy April Fools Day!!!
    this is the first time i've ACTUALLY celebrated the holiday, and my family is in for a surprise...


    First Prank...


    Second Prank...


    Third Prank...


    Fourth Prank...


    I wanted to do a lot more, but a friend told me to stop
    if anyone has anymore ideas though, please do tell me!!

    (September)
    She looked around at her handiwork, nodding slightly before walking around, muttering under her breath as she pulled a can of spraypaint out of her bag. She needed to go back over the runes, and she was getting scared that someone may find her soon.


    (Jason)
    He blinked in surprise as Forfox came from nowhere, but didn't have time to question it as he easily caught the angel blade and lashed out at the ghost, causing her to burst into a cloud of fog. Movement in the corner of his eye made him turn in time to see Allison come around the corner. He sighed, shaking his head, but didn't have time to contemplate why his sister had showed up.
    The ghost had begun to reform, so he swung a well-aimed punch at the woman's abdomen, his iron rings cutting through the cold spirit. He winced and sprinted back into the house, knowing she had been buried in the basement.

    newest update:


    I put in another prank, and its probably the most amusing
    I switched all my sister's contacts on her phone to harry potter characters!!


    And also, all my pranks have been found out
    my step dad found almost all of them, and almost took out the two glasses of water before noticing the sign. I woke up to him screaming about the cereal, and walked into their room to say April Fools xDD
    no one touched the oatmeal or the brownies, and I ended up having to fix one of the computer screens since my step dad was taking it with him to class today (that would not have been very good)


    also, my sister is trying to fix her contacts, and several are playing along to the name they were given. (especially Lily Potter x3)