As a fellow staff member of the forum (but simply a lowly peasant staff), I thank you in taking the dear time to try and apologize on behalf of your members and regard responsibility. But in all honesty? I do not find it necessary. I do not speak on behalf of the entire forum but I do not blame your members -- nor do I blame ours. In instances such as these, I notice that the real reason such conflicts seem to occur is due to miscommunication on a number of fronts. Miscommunication among people from different environments interacting with each other. Miscommunication from misinterpreting comments and jokes. Miscommunication from being wary of new people in general, I suppose. I personally found your members to be very pleasant, and it would be lovely if they could continue to stay here regardless, so I do not think chastising them is necessary. It is a different atmosphere. I am sure both our members and these members can easily adjust with each other because both sides are very, very nice people from how I personally know a few of this forum's members and have seen from how your forum's members present themselves. We are all in the same Kingdom Hearts boat, after all. I bid you adieu, and I hope and trust that members of both forums can get along in the future. Let your very post be a lesson for how thankfully mature you folk from KH13 seem to be!
Olivia's Diary Entry | December 17 « And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flungTill envious ivy did around thee cling. » { ♫ } || astronomy tower incident ♛les valses macabres des morts [/url] Nightfall. There was a soft drizzle among the trees as Olivia emerged. It took her a longer time to reach the Astronomy Tower than she expected, and not to mention the detours and tea breaks she required. It was not that. It was not simply just that, because-- because she would always lose confidence when growing closer to the Astronomy Tower. She would decide to retreat, go eat lunch, take a break, or visit later, and it was only after strolls of confidence-setting in the gardens of the Heliocanthea was she finally able to move past the forest towards the Astronomy Tower. She gazed upon it, her umbrella a tightly-held barrier from the cold lapse of the drizzle's soft windy tickle. These mountains typically had more rain than snow on these nights. The tower as, as usual, stood by itself on a hill right before the mountains, looking down at the rest of the Academy grounds. It was alone. Isolated. A guardian on the boundary of the universe, that cast its watch-dog gaze across the edge of the infinite in order to protect the tangible world from the dangers that lie beneath the fabric of reality. It was a symbol of the island among the hills and mountains in which the Academy lay. A sanctuary for all those requiring respite from the cacophonous choir of the noisy, bitter world. But tonight? Tonight was different. The drizzling rain rapped its fingers gently against the stone surface of the tower. There was something ... off about the Tower tonight. She couldn't place her tongue on it. But it was as if her instincts were acting up on her. Her instincts of-- of her past experiences with everything? N--no, it couldn't be. Olivia inhaled gently, and began her stroll towards the tower, all the while calling out for her friend. Her gentle voice echoed through the misty rains, shouting -- "Viola!" "Viola!" But it took a good while, when she approached the very door of the tower, until her call was responded to. Immediately, a gentle chirp sounded in response from the top of the tower. Olivia looked upwards. Something was flying towards her. Finally! Oh, yes! Olivia smiled joyfully, pressing her hands together. It was Viola! The white dove dived quickly and was almost like a miniature jet, its one red robotic eye looking around curiously and the metal tips of its wings a stark contrast in the rain with its illustrious white feathers. With another chirp, Viola landed on Olivia's shoulder. "Viola!" Olivia said with touches of happiness in her voice. "Viola! I was so worried! Where--" She stopped. What was-- what was that on Viola's wing? Olivia lowered her head towards Viola to take a closer look. It was-- it was red--Oh. Oh ... oh dear. It was blood. Blood?! ... Blood. ... Olivia bit her lip. That's right. John ... John Quincy, was his name? The gentleman's name? The one the people with the e-mail were supposed to kill. The one that the inexplicable, supernatural urge had driven them all to. Was this why Viola had been here all night? Oh no. This-- this was not happening, was it? Calm yourself, Olivia. Do not breathe loudly. Do not. She rushed up the stairs and reached the top of the tower. And-- And what greeted her-- was-- was-- Spoiler The murdered body of the man named John K. Quincy. Spoiler: Flashback Was this ... Was this really what-- What happened in here? Father ... Father ... where-- where are you? Did you leave me in here father? Please do not leave me here. Please. Spoiler Olivia let out a piercing scream, and fell to the ground, fainted from the stress of the memory. ◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ debate ▣ mood: tired ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc: ◢ Marcus. Marcus was his name. And Marcus had left him here, finally, by his room. Cherno was tired. So tired. He had barely had any sleep to be had -- really, besides the entire unconscious knockout. What even was that? Cherno ruffled through his pockets and glanced at the box of pills that had been left in his hand. What was the label on them? They looked like normal painkillers to him. But-- but that professor of medicine. Where did he see her before? It was on the tip of his tongue. Ugh. Goddamn amnesia! Cherno kicked his door gently in frustration. Was old Cherno always this violent? She said that it was planned. It was intended -- his loss of memory. But ... why? Well, Cherno couldn't figure that out right now. Could he ever? He balanced his box of pills on the tip of his finger as he looked dimly at them with his analytical eyes. Did he need these right now? His left hand felt sore -- more sore than recently. It was strange. It was as if the moment he began remembering things, his left hand started to hurt ... again. Cherno sighed. Did he want to tie it to anything? Perhaps it was a clue to his own person beforehand. He gently pushed open the door and glanced inside his room. It was surprisingly clean -- had his roommate visited yet? The list said that his name was Casey Heckles. Heckles. Was he the son of the famous fisher man from Coy City? He wasn't surprised at all that such a rich billionaire and owner of a fishing conglomerate could afford to send his son to such a prestigious place as the Academy, really. He looked at the corner of his room, and just like his Benefactor said, there were his things -- all ready and accounted for. Did-- did his Benefactor know about his amnesia? Who were they, really? It really was painful to ... to not remember things. Memories made up a person. Cherno rested his face in the palm of his hand and sighed again. Depression descended upon his frame like a positive parabola. He sat on the bed closest to the window, before kicking off his shoes and lying on the soft duvet, resting his head atop his arms behind him. John hadn't replied yet. Why did he say all those things to John? All he could remember of him were a few texts, really. Nothing special. And-- and yet, he felt something for him. Something deep in his heart. So why hadn't he replied yet? Fuck. This is how John must have felt when Cherno was unable to reply. ... He placed his phone by his side and looked at the ceiling. ... Dammit. He picked up his phone again. Okay. Okay. Enough texts to the guy. He was probably okay. Perfectly fine. So why did Cherno seem so worried? He picked up his bottle of painkillers and held it above his face, to the ceiling. Would he know when exactly he would need these? Or-- Or ... ... Fuck. Cherno rushed and picked up his phone again. Why? Why did his heart suddenly ache so much? Cherno slowly rested his phone beside him, his hands trembling. In the darkness of the room, as he slowly drifted to sleep, it would be impossible to see the tears that stained his cheeks.
What? reporting in for Concept Art / Clean Sketches / Lineart (Colouring is a possibility in the future)
I suppose so. Here are two sketches. I may colour them in later or some such. Our lovely admin, RvR: Spoiler Saxima's 100 DAYS RP Character: Spoiler Comments and critique please! I have not drawn ... people in a while using my tablet so I was curious as to my progression. Any improvement tips would be wonderful!
◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ debate ▣ mood: tired ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc: posting as Olivia for the John reveal at 12 midnight EST! Stay tuned! ◢ Addict? Addict?! Seriously? Dear-- dear lord. He couldn't be that bad, could he? Ack. This was ridiculous. Ridiculous. Cherno jumped up. Old ladies at the counter? Dear lord. Was the professor there? If they were at the counters, then they probably were not professors. Ugh. Cherno's posture slumped and he looked down dejectedly at his feet. So close, yet so far. He turned back to the boy in front of him Addict? What did he think he was, some bum? "L--look, kid, I'm not-- haha-- I'm not an addict, you dig?" Cherno sighed. "I just need to find someone because they-- they stole something important from me. I'm a student here. Name's Cherno Plume. Room 932 in the boys' dorm. Deluxe priss-prass to meet you." Cherno tried to smile but it was so hard for him. He stuffed his bottle of pills in his pocket. All for later. Good, good. He shuffled his hand around and felt his phone. Perhaps he should send a text to John. Where was he. Where was everyone? He took out his phone and sent John a text his way. Cherno sighed and continued to hold his phone in his hand, but turned back to the boy in front of him. "And what should I call you? If you're a student here, it's better to know the lad brothers I'll be seeing on this stank campus."
A beautiful webcomic.
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I agree.
A very happy happy birthday to you! I hope it is extremely pleasant and wonderful.
Bonsoir! I am the French one! Do not listen to that imposteur!
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Olivia's Diary Entry | December 17 « And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flungTill envious ivy did around thee cling. » { ♫ } || olivia's room ♛un thé des roses blanches [/url] It usually took Olivia quite a while to get up without her friend. The fact that, Olivia, lifting up her head from her slumped position by the window, saw the sun in its mid-day stance, meant that her friend had not been here to wake her up. Her light hair flowed gently towards the window as the winds blew through the open room. Her little friend was not here yet. Perhaps she really did stay at the Astronomy Tower for the night. Hrm. Olivia gently rested her chin on one of her small, careful hands. Usually, in instances were her little friend did not appear for a good while -- especially not returning to the room within the night -- meant that something ... unexpected, occurred. For a brief moment, worry flashed through Olivia's eyes. She-- she wasn't hurt, was she? Bah. Olivia, please calm yourself. She blinked and straightened her posture. The go-to place was the Astronomy Tower. She would probably have to set out there again to see if her little friend was available, and if not, she would certainly not mind going through more rounds of calling to her again. But it was rather strange. Hm. Olivia stood up. Her bare feet felt a tad cold upon the wooden floor, but by then, she was used to it. Glancing around, everything seemed in its place. Nothing was out of the way, or taken, or moved elsewhere. Wonderful. Olivia closed her eyes in a slight, melancholic smile. It truly was rare for her little friend to be out for more than ten to twelve hours. But an entire day? Something must have held up her poor friend -- something she would discover at the old tower, and she would have to be urgent so she would be able to precisely know what exactly was the problem with the voicelessness of her friend. Oh! There were letters for her. Two of them. She could surmise easily that one was from Miss Lein. How very polite of her. However -- the other one piqued her curiosity. She turned to the other bed -- which had clearly been used, from the slight misplaces of the blanket and duvet ruffles. Ah ah. A mess she would have to clean up, hm? Olivia sighed gently. Was this what her actual roommate was like? What a mysterious person. Olivia opened up the first letter and read it carefully. Ah. It was very sweet of Miss Lein. She had certainly been a character that had interested Olivia from the start of their little masquerade at the Astronomy Tower. Olivia remembered people through voices. It was in her heart as a system of the libretto and the operetta. And yet, Miss Lein's voice posed a mystery -- while she certainly felt it was new to her, at the same time, she could not rule out the fact that it was something she had heard before. A veritable puzzle. Perhaps Lorinda knew more about it? Olivia set the letter to the side and read the letter from her presumed roommate. The voices of the wind were calming themselves as the sun peeked once again from behind its cloudy islands. Ah. Another student from Bellhurst. ... She thought Olivia was into the "elegant kind of stuff". Well certainly, she supposed. Olivia bit her lip. This one -- Miss Hunter -- may not be as connective a synapse to her own presence as Miss Lein had been, but she wrote and played cello. Cello? Olivia rose her eyebrows slightly. That certainly was not a bad combination. Olivia placed the letter on the table next to Miss Lein's, the curiosity regarding this "Miss Hunter" bubbling at the back of the head. For the current moment, her set priority was to reach the Astronomy Tower to see if her little friend was there. She changed out of her nightgown and into a warm, white winter dress, grabbing her opera gloves. It was not too cold today to require the need of a hat -- or rather, she simply felt she did not need one at all, but she brought her umbrella with her, in the case of rain, as she always did. She stepped out of her room and eventually found herself in front of the doors of the Ashvale, looking into the enormous meadows and fountains of the Heliocanthea garden. { ♫ } || heliocanthea ♛l'allemande des jardins botaniques The air was fresh and crisp, and the feathers of the frosty wind tickled Olivia's nose red. Her bright, inquisitive eyes glanced towards the direction of the Astronomy Tower -- from this point, a far away stone tower blending into the mountains, separated by the vast gardens and then forest groves of the Academy's second largest courtyard. She walked down the stone pavilion that supported the gothic Ashvale, the heels and flat ends of her small white boots clacking against the steps, and reached the wet grass which easily gave way to her foot falls. Although the sun was still bright, the clouds were beginning to gather. Would there be some rainfall? Perhaps she could get to the Astronomy Tower before that happened. Rain would be lovely -- beautiful. It would energize her. But she simply hoped that nothing bad happened to her little friend. Oh Viola, she was such a flighty one at times. With these thoughts in her mind, she gripped her umbrella tightly and began her calm stroll towards the shadowy tower. To her, it was as if the very top of the tower was the center point for the gathering of these ominous clouds. ◤ tumblr ▣ logic ▣ debate ▣ mood: tired ▣ interaction: ▣ ooc: ◢ "You alright, new guy, I can get a nurse if you want." U-uh. Ah? Ah-- who-- what was-- Cherno jumped up with a start. Staring directly back at him was some guy. Who was he? He had never seen him before. He wasn't on the monorail with the rest of them. Did he come later? What was he doing. Ack. Was he someone from Brookridge? Cherno rubbed the back of his head. How long was he even out? Where-- where did the-- he looked behind him. The stool was empty, with barely a trace of anyone even sitting there. His eyes widened. She-- she-- where did she go? Cherno turned to the boy in front of him, his sense of analysis tingling. Was he a threat? Someone he didn't want to mess with? He looked a bit antagonistic. The bright neon blue -- how it almost glowed -- contrasted with his dark skin in a startling fashion. Cherno slowly poked his own cheek ambivalently, as if unconsciously determining his character in contrast with his own. He seemed to have a tough attitude. Stark. Was he a bit insecure? He reminded Cherno very much of the military. It was certainly possible he was a fan of the army. That being said, Cherno's eyes settled as he determined that the new kid wasn't some kind of threat. He looked down at his hand, which held the bottle of pills. Was he supposed to keep them? The lady said something about intentional memory loss. Who had done this? Why had they done this to him? With narrowed eyes, he looked up at the man. "Y--yo there. I've gotta press you on a ditty little query, you dig? I'm fine, but that isn't in the relevancy stages, friend. Did you see some sort of little old lady come by this way at all?"
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Thou has arrived. We shall welcome you with prostration and kowtows, our mighty ruler! Amen! Perhaps you would like a spot of tea? We need to set up the refugee camps, or just make people share beds. I do need to fix up my shipping wall, hrm.
Oh, my apologies. I must have forgotten to check my privilege in the mirror today.
