ooc Equestria Divided (Grimdark)

[The-Master 1,176]

I got into a fun argument with a guy on Deviant Art. He's supporting Moon and Star and I'm with Stormwing so naturally we were going to argue. Well. this is how it went.

 

 

 

Him:

Though not as heretical as most of the other rebels, the Stormwing must be abhorred for their grossly delusional ways. Once they valued loyalty to the crown, but have abandoned their duties to follow a false sense of honor and long forgotten history. This unfounded racial pride has brought nothing but strife and sacrifice for the pegasi ponies. And their reliance on foreign hordes make them just as weak as the Earthborn.

For the sake of Equestria and themselves, they should cease these false claims of leadership and bend their knee to the true House beneath the Moon. They shall be welcomed back as protectors of the realm and be eligible for citizenship in due time.

Should they not...well, I'm sure you know the tale of the young pegasi colt that flew a little too close to the sun.

 

Me:

You pray to false gods, weakling. This world is no longer commanded by the winds of magic as it once was. The monarchy of old is dead, the ideals of old are lost. Trust not in the damned of Moon and Star, forked tongues hidden behind pointed teeth. We shall give them nothing and take from them everything.

 

Him:

The gods have not betrayed you, it is you who have betrayed them. You who would damn the promise of order and peace extended to you by the truly blessed. Quick and foolish words of lesser scions of a world they wish to bury, before them lies only desires of chaos and bloodshed. Spouting cries for war, these winged pariahs betray all that they once faithfully protected. So take, little upstarts. The tradition, order, and faith we possess with weather your ambitious storms.

 

Me:

Hollow words from a philosopher, not a warrior. You place your faith wrongly, and for that it will betray you to your death. You best pray that Celestia will have mercy on your souls, for we shall give no such honor.

 

Him:

Brash words from one who would play the hero. A stamping child, who thinks charging into battle would lead his house to glory and victory over the weak pretenders. Weak. Flooding a town does not make you strong. And for all your pomp and talk of courage, your "mobile fortresses" flee at the sign of danger. You say our faith in our gods make us weak, but you turn to foreigners to fight your battles for you. Weak. You abhor ranged attacks for being weak, yet exploit your wings to flee should a battle turn too much for you. You exploit the very magics you hate and yet you spit in the faces of those who bestowed such fortunate gifts to you? Perhaps you should not have discarded your gods so easily, you may have been able to beg forgiveness before the end.

 

Me:

Weak? You know nothing of us and you understand even less. No retreat, no surrender. Such wisdom has been passed down through the warriors of old, reaching as far as this day. What is the House of Moon and Star but rats squatting in the ruin and toil of an old empire, scavenging for each and every crumb of pointless knowledge they can find. Do not talk to me about weakness. Our gifts are our own, earned not given. Through battle and bloodshed are they born, in death are they laid to rest. What would a band of tricksters and scholars know of such honor? What honor do you still possess in your pointless feuds? Truly the cowards lie not here but within your own foundations. It takes a true coward to indeed to sit aside and yell shame to your enemies. We did not pass through war and ruin to brandy crooked words with the mislead and the foolish.

 

Him:

It may wound your passion to know, that it is minds that win wars, not soldiers. It is not not ideals of honor that build empires, and bravery does not stop death. You squak about wisdom as though it is a quaint little song to sing. What silly little birds you are. You cry cowardice at us but do not deny that your cities were built to flee. You say knowledge is foolish as you fumble in ignorance to attempt to insult our power and our traditions which have been etched in history longer than your oldest soldier within your house has drawn breath. You owe all you are to the Arch-Magister and the House of Moon and Star. THAT is what we are. We are the foundation of everything. Everything that was and everything that will be. You are pretenders, a loud rabble who thinks they'll make the world better. Better warriors have fallen, and greater leaders have died thinking the same. Go right ahead and think yourselves elite, for you are. We made you so. The gods themselves had you trained with lance and honor. To fall upon your enemies like a storm of a divine. Impressive, perhaps once. But a lance will not break faith, honor will not protect you from arcane power, a storm will not sunder the greatest kingdom there was and ever will be. 

(This is really damn cool. Nice usage of LotR and 300 quotes)

 

Me:

Well this rabble seems to have become more than a match for your so called Arch-Magister. Maybe the hag isn’t as godlike as she would have us believe. Is that what you cling to, a sense of subservice? Are you truly so desperate for direction and guidance that you would throw yourself before the first to proclaim themselves holy? Maybe it’s the promise they bring, dripping honey onto your eager tongues. It matters little. None of them can give you victory; none of them can offer you peace. You only prolong the fall of your society, crumbling under the weight of its own corruption and insanity. We stand upon the high clouds of order and justice while you fester in the reeking pits of your great kingdom. This bird can do far more than simply squawk, it waits to devour the filthy worm rolling in the filth.

 

Him:

You may be disappointed by the results. Storms come and go, stampedes quake and shake the land, roots go deep and flowers bloom, currency changes and walls are made, ponies lose their sanity and we continue to flourish and grow. We are the past, present and future of Equestria. For up in your sky, what can you truly see on the ground? A worm you say. Yet you have not overpowered a simple worm? Your beliefs and delusions are fascinating indeed, almost so much as the cult itself. But you cannot be blamed for what you are, your house has operated along the path we have chosen. Such as your feud with the Earthborn. You insult the Arch-Magister yet she has duped your glorious leader more than once. Your words are as empty as your future. So we will allow you to think you have more freedom than we, and we shall allow you to believe you have a chance. It is a cycle born of ignorance and gullibility. And it will continue until your house ends in a manner we see fit. For just as Celestia and Luna have proven, we are eternal. We are the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us your house is nothing, a collection of threats as transluscent as the clouds you build your tribes on. You sit and float above the world you hope to control, expecting the many enemies you've made to cower at your meager might and laughable leadership. 

So come eat us, little bird. More impressive beasts have tried. Know that you will serve your purpose, whether or not you accept your destiny or not.

 

 

And so the epic story continues...

 

 

[Spell Shock 56]

Answer is simple, it's an RP with a balance. If you would go to war just striaght, it would be a stalemate which would tip in the favour of the side which has replenishable resources. AKA MAgic. Creating food on battlefield is no joke.

[Descant 1,898]

I got into a fun argument with a guy on Deviant Art. He's supporting Moon and Star and I'm with Stormwing so naturally we were going to argue. Well. this is how it went.

 

 

 

Him:

Though not as heretical as most of the other rebels, the Stormwing must be abhorred for their grossly delusional ways. Once they valued loyalty to the crown, but have abandoned their duties to follow a false sense of honor and long forgotten history. This unfounded racial pride has brought nothing but strife and sacrifice for the pegasi ponies. And their reliance on foreign hordes make them just as weak as the Earthborn.

 

For the sake of Equestria and themselves, they should cease these false claims of leadership and bend their knee to the true House beneath the Moon. They shall be welcomed back as protectors of the realm and be eligible for citizenship in due time.

 

Should they not...well, I'm sure you know the tale of the young pegasi colt that flew a little too close to the sun.

 

Me:

You pray to false gods, weakling. This world is no longer commanded by the winds of magic as it once was. The monarchy of old is dead, the ideals of old are lost. Trust not in the damned of Moon and Star, forked tongues hidden behind pointed teeth. We shall give them nothing and take from them everything.

 

Him:

The gods have not betrayed you, it is you who have betrayed them. You who would damn the promise of order and peace extended to you by the truly blessed. Quick and foolish words of lesser scions of a world they wish to bury, before them lies only desires of chaos and bloodshed. Spouting cries for war, these winged pariahs betray all that they once faithfully protected. So take, little upstarts. The tradition, order, and faith we possess with weather your ambitious storms.

 

Me:

Hollow words from a philosopher, not a warrior. You place your faith wrongly, and for that it will betray you to your death. You best pray that Celestia will have mercy on your souls, for we shall give no such honor.

 

Him:

Brash words from one who would play the hero. A stamping child, who thinks charging into battle would lead his house to glory and victory over the weak pretenders. Weak. Flooding a town does not make you strong. And for all your pomp and talk of courage, your "mobile fortresses" flee at the sign of danger. You say our faith in our gods make us weak, but you turn to foreigners to fight your battles for you. Weak. You abhor ranged attacks for being weak, yet exploit your wings to flee should a battle turn too much for you. You exploit the very magics you hate and yet you spit in the faces of those who bestowed such fortunate gifts to you? Perhaps you should not have discarded your gods so easily, you may have been able to beg forgiveness before the end.

 

Me:

Weak? You know nothing of us and you understand even less. No retreat, no surrender. Such wisdom has been passed down through the warriors of old, reaching as far as this day. What is the House of Moon and Star but rats squatting in the ruin and toil of an old empire, scavenging for each and every crumb of pointless knowledge they can find. Do not talk to me about weakness. Our gifts are our own, earned not given. Through battle and bloodshed are they born, in death are they laid to rest. What would a band of tricksters and scholars know of such honor? What honor do you still possess in your pointless feuds? Truly the cowards lie not here but within your own foundations. It takes a true coward to indeed to sit aside and yell shame to your enemies. We did not pass through war and ruin to brandy crooked words with the mislead and the foolish.

 

Him:

It may wound your passion to know, that it is minds that win wars, not soldiers. It is not not ideals of honor that build empires, and bravery does not stop death. You squak about wisdom as though it is a quaint little song to sing. What silly little birds you are. You cry cowardice at us but do not deny that your cities were built to flee. You say knowledge is foolish as you fumble in ignorance to attempt to insult our power and our traditions which have been etched in history longer than your oldest soldier within your house has drawn breath. You owe all you are to the Arch-Magister and the House of Moon and Star. THAT is what we are. We are the foundation of everything. Everything that was and everything that will be. You are pretenders, a loud rabble who thinks they'll make the world better. Better warriors have fallen, and greater leaders have died thinking the same. Go right ahead and think yourselves elite, for you are. We made you so. The gods themselves had you trained with lance and honor. To fall upon your enemies like a storm of a divine. Impressive, perhaps once. But a lance will not break faith, honor will not protect you from arcane power, a storm will not sunder the greatest kingdom there was and ever will be. 

 

(This is really damn cool. Nice usage of LotR and 300 quotes)

 

Me:

Well this rabble seems to have become more than a match for your so called Arch-Magister. Maybe the hag isn’t as godlike as she would have us believe. Is that what you cling to, a sense of subservice? Are you truly so desperate for direction and guidance that you would throw yourself before the first to proclaim themselves holy? Maybe it’s the promise they bring, dripping honey onto your eager tongues. It matters little. None of them can give you victory; none of them can offer you peace. You only prolong the fall of your society, crumbling under the weight of its own corruption and insanity. We stand upon the high clouds of order and justice while you fester in the reeking pits of your great kingdom. This bird can do far more than simply squawk, it waits to devour the filthy worm rolling in the filth.

 

Him:

You may be disappointed by the results. Storms come and go, stampedes quake and shake the land, roots go deep and flowers bloom, currency changes and walls are made, ponies lose their sanity and we continue to flourish and grow. We are the past, present and future of Equestria. For up in your sky, what can you truly see on the ground? A worm you say. Yet you have not overpowered a simple worm? Your beliefs and delusions are fascinating indeed, almost so much as the cult itself. But you cannot be blamed for what you are, your house has operated along the path we have chosen. Such as your feud with the Earthborn. You insult the Arch-Magister yet she has duped your glorious leader more than once. Your words are as empty as your future. So we will allow you to think you have more freedom than we, and we shall allow you to believe you have a chance. It is a cycle born of ignorance and gullibility. And it will continue until your house ends in a manner we see fit. For just as Celestia and Luna have proven, we are eternal. We are the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us your house is nothing, a collection of threats as transluscent as the clouds you build your tribes on. You sit and float above the world you hope to control, expecting the many enemies you've made to cower at your meager might and laughable leadership. 

 

So come eat us, little bird. More impressive beasts have tried. Know that you will serve your purpose, whether or not you accept your destiny or not.

 

 

And so the epic story continues...

 

 

Well, I have to say... Master, that is INCREDIBLY impressive. I love reasoned arguments like these, and like he said, the references just make it that much better. I actually sort of wish I belonged to Stormwing now. Not that I had a pegasus OC when I signed up. Because I didn't.

Edited March 20, 2013 by Flareon

[Spell Shock 56]

A little bit more and i'm gonna start making references to the warhammer siries. Stormwing somewhat resemble Space Marines and Necrons are like Cult.. well... you know

I think he doesnt like me much: http://comments.deviantart.com/1/360269125/2982490889

I just have a sneaking suspicion of that. Dunno, maybe it's just me =P

SOrry for spamming this thread, but i'm really bored. ALSO, i hope i did alright with the "song". Wrote it myself. 

Edited March 20, 2013 by Spell Shock

[discorded 234]

I got into a fun argument with a guy on Deviant Art. He's supporting Moon and Star and I'm with Stormwing so naturally we were going to argue. Well. this is how it went.

 

 

 

Him:

Though not as heretical as most of the other rebels, the Stormwing must be abhorred for their grossly delusional ways. Once they valued loyalty to the crown, but have abandoned their duties to follow a false sense of honor and long forgotten history. This unfounded racial pride has brought nothing but strife and sacrifice for the pegasi ponies. And their reliance on foreign hordes make them just as weak as the Earthborn.

 

For the sake of Equestria and themselves, they should cease these false claims of leadership and bend their knee to the true House beneath the Moon. They shall be welcomed back as protectors of the realm and be eligible for citizenship in due time.

 

Should they not...well, I'm sure you know the tale of the young pegasi colt that flew a little too close to the sun.

 

Me:

You pray to false gods, weakling. This world is no longer commanded by the winds of magic as it once was. The monarchy of old is dead, the ideals of old are lost. Trust not in the damned of Moon and Star, forked tongues hidden behind pointed teeth. We shall give them nothing and take from them everything.

 

Him:

The gods have not betrayed you, it is you who have betrayed them. You who would damn the promise of order and peace extended to you by the truly blessed. Quick and foolish words of lesser scions of a world they wish to bury, before them lies only desires of chaos and bloodshed. Spouting cries for war, these winged pariahs betray all that they once faithfully protected. So take, little upstarts. The tradition, order, and faith we possess with weather your ambitious storms.

 

Me:

Hollow words from a philosopher, not a warrior. You place your faith wrongly, and for that it will betray you to your death. You best pray that Celestia will have mercy on your souls, for we shall give no such honor.

 

Him:

Brash words from one who would play the hero. A stamping child, who thinks charging into battle would lead his house to glory and victory over the weak pretenders. Weak. Flooding a town does not make you strong. And for all your pomp and talk of courage, your "mobile fortresses" flee at the sign of danger. You say our faith in our gods make us weak, but you turn to foreigners to fight your battles for you. Weak. You abhor ranged attacks for being weak, yet exploit your wings to flee should a battle turn too much for you. You exploit the very magics you hate and yet you spit in the faces of those who bestowed such fortunate gifts to you? Perhaps you should not have discarded your gods so easily, you may have been able to beg forgiveness before the end.

 

Me:

Weak? You know nothing of us and you understand even less. No retreat, no surrender. Such wisdom has been passed down through the warriors of old, reaching as far as this day. What is the House of Moon and Star but rats squatting in the ruin and toil of an old empire, scavenging for each and every crumb of pointless knowledge they can find. Do not talk to me about weakness. Our gifts are our own, earned not given. Through battle and bloodshed are they born, in death are they laid to rest. What would a band of tricksters and scholars know of such honor? What honor do you still possess in your pointless feuds? Truly the cowards lie not here but within your own foundations. It takes a true coward to indeed to sit aside and yell shame to your enemies. We did not pass through war and ruin to brandy crooked words with the mislead and the foolish.

 

Him:

It may wound your passion to know, that it is minds that win wars, not soldiers. It is not not ideals of honor that build empires, and bravery does not stop death. You squak about wisdom as though it is a quaint little song to sing. What silly little birds you are. You cry cowardice at us but do not deny that your cities were built to flee. You say knowledge is foolish as you fumble in ignorance to attempt to insult our power and our traditions which have been etched in history longer than your oldest soldier within your house has drawn breath. You owe all you are to the Arch-Magister and the House of Moon and Star. THAT is what we are. We are the foundation of everything. Everything that was and everything that will be. You are pretenders, a loud rabble who thinks they'll make the world better. Better warriors have fallen, and greater leaders have died thinking the same. Go right ahead and think yourselves elite, for you are. We made you so. The gods themselves had you trained with lance and honor. To fall upon your enemies like a storm of a divine. Impressive, perhaps once. But a lance will not break faith, honor will not protect you from arcane power, a storm will not sunder the greatest kingdom there was and ever will be. 

 

(This is really damn cool. Nice usage of LotR and 300 quotes)

 

Me:

Well this rabble seems to have become more than a match for your so called Arch-Magister. Maybe the hag isn’t as godlike as she would have us believe. Is that what you cling to, a sense of subservice? Are you truly so desperate for direction and guidance that you would throw yourself before the first to proclaim themselves holy? Maybe it’s the promise they bring, dripping honey onto your eager tongues. It matters little. None of them can give you victory; none of them can offer you peace. You only prolong the fall of your society, crumbling under the weight of its own corruption and insanity. We stand upon the high clouds of order and justice while you fester in the reeking pits of your great kingdom. This bird can do far more than simply squawk, it waits to devour the filthy worm rolling in the filth.

 

Him:

You may be disappointed by the results. Storms come and go, stampedes quake and shake the land, roots go deep and flowers bloom, currency changes and walls are made, ponies lose their sanity and we continue to flourish and grow. We are the past, present and future of Equestria. For up in your sky, what can you truly see on the ground? A worm you say. Yet you have not overpowered a simple worm? Your beliefs and delusions are fascinating indeed, almost so much as the cult itself. But you cannot be blamed for what you are, your house has operated along the path we have chosen. Such as your feud with the Earthborn. You insult the Arch-Magister yet she has duped your glorious leader more than once. Your words are as empty as your future. So we will allow you to think you have more freedom than we, and we shall allow you to believe you have a chance. It is a cycle born of ignorance and gullibility. And it will continue until your house ends in a manner we see fit. For just as Celestia and Luna have proven, we are eternal. We are the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us your house is nothing, a collection of threats as transluscent as the clouds you build your tribes on. You sit and float above the world you hope to control, expecting the many enemies you've made to cower at your meager might and laughable leadership. 

 

So come eat us, little bird. More impressive beasts have tried. Know that you will serve your purpose, whether or not you accept your destiny or not.

 

 

And so the epic story continues...

 

 

Dude i think you forgot to post about Windslash and Scootaloo. Can you please post when you get a chance 

[The-Master 1,176]

Dude i think you forgot to post about Windslash and Scootaloo. Can you please post when you get a chance 

Okay, I'll get to it as soon as possible. I'm still at work right now so it's bit difficult to make a lengthy post.

[Spell Shock 56]

Wow, this was... incredibly cheesy ^^*

Yeah, well - it's not just random random thing. Thats pretty much my roleplaying focus for a while, since my other focus which i wanted got completely destroyed by series of events ;3

[Archi the Atmomancer 564]

@@AnonBrony

 

Oh man, the Composer will be having some words with you when you get back to HQ. And she is NOT happy

[GreyScholar 1,584]

@@AnonBrony

 

Oh man, the Composer will be having some words with you when you get back to HQ. And she is NOT happy

Please make sure to tell me when you do, as I would like Mythos to be there. Also do not forget that like the Guardians of Harmony, where the Six Gifted meet will also be labeled as unknown... we must keep some secrets.

[Spell Shock 56]

Secret Gray is secretive ;3

But really, you dont NEED to hide it, there is kind of a wall between us and our characters knowladge. I mean, for everyone exept maybe Pinkie Pie, but she is dead. So, yeah.

[GreyScholar 1,584]

Secret Gray is secretive ;3

But really, you dont NEED to hide it, there is kind of a wall between us and our characters knowladge. I mean, for everyone exept maybe Pinkie Pie, but she is dead. So, yeah.

 

Well I must keep some secrets, especially since I play the Storyteller. -laughs-

 

 

Also Spell, would you be willing to help me with Stardream when I bring her in. Since the pegasus mare is a seer who learns of the future through the stars and dreams, I could use some help coming up with cryptic phrases and prophecies for when she talks to others… counting when she speaks to each of Mane Six in turn.

 

[AnonBrony 1,468]

@@AnonBrony

 

Oh man, the Composer will be having some words with you when you get back to HQ. And she is NOT happy

She doesn't know about this heheheh. The Artist usually does things on his own agenda. I'm not saying why he needs some cult ponies though 

[Spell Shock 56]

Well I must keep some secrets, especially since I play the Storyteller. -laughs-

 

 

 

Also Spell, would you be willing to help me with Stardream when I bring her in. Since the pegasus mare is a seer who learns of the future through the stars and dreams, I could use some help coming up with cryptic phrases and prophecies for when she talks to others… counting when she speaks to each of Mane Six in turn.

You asking me to write something awesome, cryptic and awesome? Well, duh - of course i will help! ><

I mean, i have a character who literally talks with tarot cards, i can throw a few ideas.

 

ALSO, so how is lyrics i wrote? Are they good? BAd? Horrible?

[Archi the Atmomancer 564]

She doesn't know about this heheheh. The Artist usually does things on his own agenda. I'm not saying why he needs some cult ponies though 

She would notice your (unauthorised, might I add) absence though, plus if you read her bio you will see she already has an extreme distaste for the Artist.

 

Also, Scholar, I'll probably do the confrntation scene whenever Anon's finished in Manehatten. Probably outside some cave somewhere, I don't know why I imagine them living in a tunnel complex but I've always thought of that as their home. Too much D&D I suppose

 

Also, Anon, when will you be done in Manehatten?

[GreyScholar 1,584]

You asking me to write something awesome, cryptic and awesome? Well, duh - of course i will help! ><

I mean, i have a character who literally talks with tarot cards, i can throw a few ideas.

 

ALSO, so how is lyrics i wrote? Are they good? BAd? Horrible?

Thanks, and they were pretty good... part of the reason i asked you.

 

 

Admittingly a key trait I have for Stardream is that she is not always sure what the stars or her dreams are telling her... and her personal insecurities about her talent addes to this. She isn't the most confidant pony, and the horrible things she has seen in the last fifteen years (as well as a betrayal) doesn't help with her feelings of self-worth.

 

 

Also, Scholar, I'll probably do the confrntation scene whenever Anon's finished in Manehatten. Probably outside some cave somewhere, I don't know why I imagine them living in a tunnel complex but I've always thought of that as their home. Too much D&D I suppose

That is fine, though honestly I would think the Composer would have a nicer home then a cave... given her goals and personality.

[Spell Shock 56]

Well, i think i understand hw she would feel. If she is not secure, she could take a look not at the particular sky chart she needs to, but compare it in relation to another one. If one sigma/startchart can mean Life and other Death and you never sure, you just look for other stars which will point you to the right direction. Confusing talk, hiddenish depression. A little rhyme, maybe. ANything along those lines?

[Archi the Atmomancer 564]

@@EquestrianScholar

 

Actually, would you be okay if I made a post now? We could be standing outside the HQ waiting for the Artist to arrive so the Composer can berate him

[AnonBrony 1,468]

@@EquestrianScholar

 

Actually, would you be okay if I made a post now? We could be standing outside the HQ waiting for the Artist to arrive so the Composer can berate him

Don't we still need a musician? or were you or Scholar doing him? I forget. And besides, over the past century or so the Artist has always wandered off. Hes a bit of a rebel. And he doesn't really care for the FIVE gifted. (We got rid of one...) Secretly hes just using you all lol.

[Miss Light Diamond 2,802]

Don't we still need a musician? or were you or Scholar doing him? I forget. And besides, over the past century or so the Artist has always wandered off. Hes a bit of a rebel. And he doesn't really care for the FIVE gifted. (We got rid of one...) Secretly hes just using you all lol.

 

I'LL DO THE MUSICIAN...if no one else has. Can she/he be a she ? And what exactly does she/he need in the bio and stuff ?

Also...could someone explain the five gifted thing to me...because I never really got it  *Scratches back of head* Heh heh

Edited March 21, 2013 by Jolteon

[Nightfall 3,950]

@@EquestrianScholar, are we talking about the six gifted?

Remember the app I sent in about The Dancer?

 

 

Oh, and may a friend of mine join this RP? 

[AnonBrony 1,468]

 

I'LL DO THE MUSICIAN...if no one else has. Can she/he be a she ? And what exactly does she/he need in the bio and stuff ?

Also...could someone explain the five gifted thing to me...because I never really got it 

... Mr. Painter... Pony... Oh sweet Celestia, you've done it now. You've done it. The electric-evolution-of-Eevee has done it now!

[Miss Light Diamond 2,802]

... Mr. Painter... Pony... Oh sweet Celestia, you've done it now. You've done it. The electric-evolution-of-Eevee has done it now!

What ? I DONE WHAT NOW.

But seriously...what's all the fizazz about the gifted dudes and stuff...Yea, I missed all that >.>

[GreyScholar 1,584]

@@EquestrianScholar

 

Actually, would you be okay if I made a post now? We could be standing outside the HQ waiting for the Artist to arrive so the Composer can berate him

Sure we can start

 

Don't we still need a musician? or were you or Scholar doing him? I forget. And besides, over the past century or so the Artist has always wandered off. Hes a bit of a rebel. And he doesn't really care for the FIVE gifted. (We got rid of one...) Secretly hes just using you all lol.

Well for now Archi was going to play him but if someone else wants to make a bio for the Musician they probably could.

So he thinks, and that may change if someone want to be the Singer... otherwise yes it is five, since we currently absorbed the Singer with the Composer and Musician.

 

 

I'LL DO THE MUSICIAN...if no one else has. Can she/he be a she ? And what exactly does she/he need in the bio and stuff ?

Also...could someone explain the five gifted thing to me...because I never really got it  *Scratches back of head* Heh heh

Talk to Archi if you want to play the Musician, if they say yes I will show you all three (four counting the Dancer) bios and you can decide for yourself what the Five Gifted are all about.

 

@@EquestrianScholar, are we talking about the six gifted?

Remember the app I sent in about The Dancer?

 

Oh, and may a friend of mine join this RP? 

Hmm... no, though have you updated the Dancers bio and added to it so I could approve? Also if you like I could link you to the Composer's bio, thus giving you more to work with.

[Spell Shock 56]

We still don't have a singer? I mean it's like the best thing ever, sing about how ugly your enemy is while you kill him. I mean, come on! Gimme a little music competition, people XD

[Archi the Atmomancer 564]

I'LL DO THE MUSICIAN...if no one else has. Can she/he be a she ? And what exactly does she/he need in the bio and stuff ?

Also...could someone explain the five gifted thing to me...because I never really got it  *Scratches back of head* Heh heh

Sure, I'm fine with that but you'll have to check out the Composer's bio and you'l be somewhat restricted by her background as they've spent pretty much all their lives together and a large portion of that is essentially the Musician following the Composer around