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Post by Frodo on Jul 19, 2006 20:12:34 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, I'm trying to find the place where non-users (i.e. our dear Locked Out) can set up threads and what-not.
and this is completely off-topic, but if Jo would like a different background then she may request it.
Or whatever.
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Post by Locked Out on Jul 19, 2006 21:33:02 GMT -5
OOC: Thank you for the offer about the back ground, but my computer wouldn't register it. I can live with the orange-y square things. They haven't been around near as long as the tree banner was on my computer, consequently they're not nearly as annoying as the trees yet. As for the non-users setting up threads, if you could figure it out that would be wonderful, but if it's to be any use for editing this then it needs to be fairly soon. If that's not manageable, that's fine, just someone start it so we can get down to the nitty gritty. And Madzid, please check your email. Faf's email didn't make it through parental controls and I sent off chapter one this afternoon, so you'll have to send it to her please. Faf, if you could give me your email address once again (I misplaced the paper that Rachel wrote it on the first go round) then I'll get it through the whole address-book thing and you won't have to rely on Madzid to get you the chapters anymore once it goes through (getting it through will take about a week though). Not that Madzid isn't reliable, but it's easier if I can just send it to you both and don't have to play "telephone."
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Post by Frodo on Jul 20, 2006 13:03:28 GMT -5
OOC: I can't send it to her at the moment anyway - It's going to have to wait until I get home because my email is ...weird.
AnyVay - try registering again Jo. I may have gotten it fixed, I dunno. And you SHOULD be able to make threads....
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Post by Locked Out on Mar 1, 2007 22:39:31 GMT -5
OOC: This thread needs serious CPR. I've not got anything at the moment, and I think I was the last one to post on here before the IC posts tapered off, so technically it's someone elses turn. Though, if anything brillant hits I'll post. Even if it's only semi-brillant. But in the meantime, any ideas?
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Post by Frodo on Mar 2, 2007 18:08:54 GMT -5
No....I'm thinking about taking the story into my own hands (on my own time) and turning it into a short story idea. *shrugs* It was sort of heading in a 'happily ever after' direction, wasn't it? I mean, we've been working on this for...a year and half, at least. But I don't know what else to do.
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Post by Locked Out on Mar 2, 2007 18:30:27 GMT -5
OOC: Whoa... the piano background finally kicked in! About two seconds ago I was still looking at fire-square things.
Uhmm... Maddie, call this stingy but if we're done with this roleplay, I'd prefer to keep Lanen for myself. She's evolved (at least in my head) and I don't want to have scrap her because you're working on it. She's kind of a favorite of mine... for that matter, so are Vidar and my others on the other RP. It's kinda odd, I guess, that power play doesn't bother me but someone completely taking over the character permanently does, it's not that much different. Still... please don't... I'm sorry.
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Post by Frodo on Mar 3, 2007 22:16:27 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, no, I won't - I haven't begun work or anything, just an idea. I might re-arrange characters so they're unrecognizable (for copyright and sentimental reasons), if I do. But I understand...Goodness knows I have attachments to characters too.
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Post by Frodo on Mar 3, 2007 22:31:11 GMT -5
I gave her a weak smile and started towards the ladder. I wondered briefly as I pulled myself up the rungs what Father would have thought of Gryverns. He had never put stock in things like magic and legend-creatures. Shaking my head, I knocked my brow on the floorboards of the attic. Scrunching my face up against the sudden ache, I heaved myself up into the room and sat cross legged on the floor. Tristam was still asleep. Sighing, I re-arranged the blanket around him before going slowly backwards down the ladder. My feet hit the wooden passage way, and I started to stretch, then froze. A scar on my side throbbed, reminding me that my journey to the inn had left me with tokens that were nearly gone, not entirely gone.Lowering my left arm, I rotated my shoulder and went downstairs. It was light out, though I wasn't entirely sure of the time, I assumed I had enough of it to ramble. The tavern was eerily empty, the hearth cool and dank, the air stale with lingering smoke and that treacherous fog. Outside I inhaled deeply. Fresh air. Wind. So nice. OOC: so, Lannen (sp? its been too long!) just left the room. Janais, Xellas, and an Unconcious Roonan are still there. Tal just took Freefall to go find Keeper. And I'm starting from there. IC: Lannen left, still moving stiffly, but looking tired and happy. They were all tired. Xellas leaned against the window again, hands gripping the wooden sill. The image of the gryphon (Andrea - sp?) hung clear behind his eyes. How long had it been since he had the courage to even consider heading home? but no, there was nothing for him there. besides, the Bard was still expecting him sometime in late atumn in the nameski mountains. Wasn't he? Xellas turned around and gave a half-smile to janais. "Roonan makes me a little nervous," he confessed huskily, shuffling a boot and staring at the crumpled form of the once-mighty man. "What are we going to do with him?" he thought for a moment. "I hope we don't have to kill him. Just think how useful he could be." Now starting (or maybe ending): The winds....were whispering.Xellas stared out the window once more. He needed to move. The winds were calling at him, and it was almost closterphobic to stay in once place for too long. The bard - yes, the bard would be waiting for him, but I'll need to hurry. The snows are indescisive in the nameki mountains. A gryphon's song filled his mind, and he closed his eyes, listening. Yes, it was time to move on. He gave a solid smile to Janais, and wished her well, hoping she would understand. And then he slung his cloak and harp over his shoulder and went downstairs into the cool afternoon air. Lanen stood, staring off into space, pensive. Xellas looked to her. They had been through alot together, but he knew she was strong, and would be alright. He suddenly swallowed nervously and went down on one knee, taking her hand as he did so, like the knights of auld in his own country. He kissed her dusty fingers and rose, without a word, and set off. The winds were calling.
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Post by Locked Out on Mar 4, 2007 17:44:28 GMT -5
OOC: I thought you meant you were going to take it and continue it on your own, not edit it. *shakes head* Go ahead and edit it or whatever it is, turn it into a short story. I didn't quite understand what you talking about earlier. But yeah, so long as you don't mess with the actual inside of Lanen's head, go ahead. I thought you were going to stage a take over. LOL As I said before, my mind works in weird ways. I've got no problem with you tying up lose ends like that or editing it or turning it into a short story that way. It was the continuation without input from Andrea and I about the fates our characters concept that worried me. Which, apparently, was a worry that simply within my head. Silly me. *give thumbs up sign* Have fun.
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