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Seridano's Hunt (a roleplay request thread that caters to you!)

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A roleplay request thread that caters to you!

Greetings all, Seridano is on the move and she wants you! *ahem* On a more serious note, as most people here are casting their lures about, hoping to snare unsuspecting ~~prey~~ roleplay partners, so too am I on the hunt for someone to keep me occupied with clever stories and characters. My goal, however, is to offer you an incredibly absurd number of choices, so that you might come to feel at home in whatever world you help me dive into or create.

What you should know about me: I have so many character muses (both canon and original) kicking about my brain at any given time that it's almost scary. >.< I also strive for the utmost in literacy, however, I won't force you to post a novel. In fact, in the interest of catering to you, I will match my post length to yours, whatever it may be. I do, however, request that you post more then 3 sentences, and that your spelling and grammar isn't so atrocious that I can't understand what you're trying to say...it's just no fun for me that way.

When working with others I am known for being:

Extremely flexible (no, not like that....well, maybe like that too ^.~ )
Tolerant of your time constraints (provided you are tolerant of mine in return)
Up for just about anything - Blood, gore, sex, you're really not going to find anything that squicks me (of course, we've gotta be careful not to break the rating). Do remember, however, that I like to focus on plot and character development.
Very open-minded - Like I said, I'll try just about anything once. Writing, after all, is more or less about the experience.
Always up for questions and suggestions - Got something you've been burning to do that you don't see on here? Ask about it anyway, you never know what I might be up for (and sometimes neither do I). Besides, if I were to list all of the fandoms I dabble in on here, it'd take forever, >.< so ask, ask away!

Note #1: The things on the lists are things I'm absolutely craving right now. So just ask if you want something else, since I'm very accommodating / easily amused, and am generally cool with whatever, so long as I know a bit about it (and I have extensive fandom knowledge.....and clearly too much free time xP ). Just because I'm not craving it doesn't mean I won't do it.

Note #2: The characters listed beside the name of something are the characters I specialize in playing) This doesn't mean that I won't try other characters, I simply prefer using the ones listed.

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Anime/Manga

.hack//sign (probably better as a group RP) ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Pokemon ♥ ♥ (N)
PSYCHO-PASS ♥ ♥ ♥
Free! ♥ ♥ ♥

Video Games

Elder Scrolls: Oblivion (Lucien LaChance, original) ♥
Mass Effect
Dragon Age (Anders, Zevran, Cullen) ♥ ♥

Books/Plays/Musicals

1776 (Adams, Dickinson, Rutledge, Hall) ♥ ♥ ♥
A Song of Ice and Fire ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Harry Potter (Snape, Lupin, Luna, Hermoine, Draco)
Horatio Hornblower (Horatio, Archie, Pellew)
The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms (Yeine, Nahadoth, Sieh, Scimina, Relad, Itempus, Oree) ♥ ♥
The Legend of Eli Monpress (Eli, Nico, Josef, Benehime, Miranda) ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The Name of the Wind / Kingkiller Chronicles (Kvothe, Elodin, Ambrose, Maer Alveron, Denna, Tempi, Vashet) ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Movies/TV Shows

Avengers (Iron Man, Thor, Hulk) ♥
Game of Thrones ♥ ♥ ♥
Hannibal ♥ ♥ ♥
Inception (Arthur, Eames, Ariadne, Original) ♥
Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack, Norrington) ♥ ♥
Sherlock (Sherlock, John)

Original

Post-Apocalyptic ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Zombie Outbreak ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Far Future
Magic Academy ♥ ♥

Original Plots

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The Passage of Days - Saturday is gone. No, not as in she took a vacation, as in she's disappeared, the day itself no longer exists. Another week or two of this and people are going to start noticing...oh dear, oh, what on earth am I going to do? If this were Monday or Wednesday, nobody'd even notice, but Saturday...people LIKE Saturdays. We've got to find a replacement post-haste.

Who are you? Well, that's your affair. The council doesn't much care for who you are or where you've come from. They care only that you understand one simple fact: the life you once knew is over, done with, finito. You are Saturday now, one of the seven pillars of the week. No, no, don't tell us what they called you before, it's of little consequence here. You are a member of the Council of Days now and you ought to start acting accordingly.

What are your duties? Honestly! Didn't they tell you anything? No?...I'm not sure why I'm surprised. Fine then, come with me, I'll instruct you in the day to day part of it.

(If you're interested in this little self-made oddity, do let me know)

Got something else in mind? Feel free to tell me about your brilliant plot ideas and I'll fix up a character or two for ya.

Apologies for not having much up to begin with, but I'd honestly love to hear what you lot love to RP and see if i can't satisfy some of your own requests, especially the more obscure ones.

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He’s standing at the forefront of a long line of stupid ideas, and he knows that, but there’s something about the atmosphere that seems to suggest that tonight, he might not be hanged for his troubles. All around him, patrons play at cards and dice, or stumble about in a drunken haze seeking solace, as they do each night like clockwork. Yet tonight, there is more to be seen. Anders has grown used to the poor attempts at karaoke that have been known to happen on occasion at the Hanged Man, they serve as a nice backdrop for jibes and laughter, but tonight is different.

In a dimly lit corner of the main room, a man pours his heart out in verse, his voice melancholy and hopeful all at once - he isn’t particularly skilled, nor is his voice particular beautiful, but it doesn’t need to be to remind Anders of home. It’s funny, the tower never felt like home when he was there, nor the mages within like family but, on occasion, Anders finds himself missing them just the same - the people, not the tower. He recalls long nights spent chasing fears away with song and verse and finds himself moving closer to the musician in the corner with his drink flushed cheeks and mediocre voice. The song itself is not terribly clever. The words themselves are irrelevant, easily ignored, but the man’s tones is not. It stirs up a fierce longing in the mage - a longing to bear himself for all to see, just this one. A little risk for all the reward he could ever need: a chance to unburden himself, if only for a moment.

He could put that much longing into a song and then some and, while his voice may not be the prettiest instrument in Kirkwall (or anywhere else, for that matter), sometimes there’s more to song than the quality of the voice granting it life. Anders knows this all too well, but these men, they don’t, not yet. They know regrets and longings - their own, and they drink to accommodate them, slamming their mugs together every so often to give the illusion of care for the woes of their fellows, as they try desperately to drown their own. Anders means to open their eyes to the suffering all around them, the suffering that they see but choose to ignore. This he can do, for a price. And tonight, with the crowd dwindling as the hour grows late , the risk may not be so great as he imagines.

"Or perhaps it will prove greater still. You know this to be folly, mage. Put it from your mind."

His mind has always been his greatest enemy, doubly so now that he is playing ‘good little host’ to Justice. The spirit cares little for pleasantries and even less for unnecessary risks. He cannot understand how desperately Anders needs to take this risk, how badly he longs to let his troubles bubble up to the surface and burn away the thin veneer of cheerful exuberance that begins to wear and crack with each passing day. Darktown is not kind, paranoia, even less so, and then there’s the girl, Elise. He worries for her as well, for her continued well-being, for her safety. She does know know what she has gotten herself into, throwing her lot in with him, and he cannot tell her, but perhaps he can tell someone, tell these men lost in a drunk stupor, let his pain seep from skin and dance free, unburden himself. Just one song, that’s all he needs.

When the man in the corner finishes, a round of applause follows, as languid and ill-timed as the piece itself. Anders doesn’t hear it, he’s far too busy brimming over with nervous energy in the face of what Justice has begun referring to as ‘his latest attempt to see himself hanged.’ He’s made up his mind. He’s going to do it. He’s going to sing, the Maker’s ire be damned.

As the man blinks blearily and smiles at the small crowd that has gathered to hear him, Anders makes his way over, offering a smile of his own - just a little bit nervous. Alright, so he’s got butterflies in his stomach and his bloody heart in his throat, what of it? It’s not like this is the first time he’s attempted to get away with something that has no place entering into his thoughts, but that doesn’t change the fact that this is a risk. No…no risk involved he tries to convince himself. It’s just a song, nothing more, nothingless…oh, who is he trying to kid? Of course it’s something, it’s going to be everything. Everything wrapped under the guise of nothing. Just a song. A tale. A bit of entertainment. No apostates here. Nope. Not a one. Anders shakes the man’s hand before leaning forward and whispering something in his ear. The man frowns but nods, and the two exchange places. Those listening before look confused, but not alarmed. This sort of things happens all the time, after all. After a bit too much to drink, everyone fancies themselves a bard, and they aim to see if this new man has talent n addition to spirit bolstered stones.

The answer isn’t a simple one. Not as simple as it should be at any rate. Anders’s voice is strong and clear. He’s always counted it among his best features, and it carries the melody that he tries to weave well enough, but he is untrained in the vocal arts and, though pleasant, his voice isn’t particularly unique or riveting. The small crowd of men gathered around him seem pleased, but not well pleased. And then he begins to lose himself. The entire time, as he edges closer to the heart of his tale, the bit about a desperate man imprisoned, longing for freedom, as he edges closer to the depths of despair and the inevitable joy of that freedom, almost unexpected after so many years, Justice is warning him against it. The spirit would have him stop now, before he reveals too much, before someone begins to thinks past the drink coursing through their veins and wonders if there isn’t some grain of truth to the tale. He ought to listen, but he doesn’t. He can’t. Not now.

"For long are nights spent walled in stone,
with windows barred and hope’s outgrown.
Long are hours spent alone,
when love’s forbidden,
and freedom too far to be know.”

His voice is a mix of anger and agony as he puts himself back in that place and sings himself toward escape, as he relives the memories - a tumult of fears hard feelings, of agony, and emptiness, and hope - and turns them into verse. Just a song. Just a song. A song and so much more. Just a life. A humble life, like to be cut short. Perhaps tonight, perhaps another? It does not matter. All that matter is this.

And all around him, unbeknownst to the mage, the Hanged Man has grown silent, caught up in his loneliness, his misery, his fears, which arrest their senses in a way that his voice cannot hope to match. It carries them, clear and strong one moment, then weak and wavering the next as he verges on tears, but it’s the story that makes them feel. His story, and when it reaches it’s end, even Justice is silent.

There’s a quiet sort of anticipation in the room. The patrons are waiting for something.

The mage, himself, remains immobile - head tilted back, eyes cast toward the heavens, tears at their corners. Were it not for the lack of pressed hands or kneeling, someone might think him a man given away to prayer, and a desperate one at that, but no…they all heard, and the silence stretches. Either he’s damn good, he knows a man, or he is the man. The patrons sit, spellbound, waiting to see which it will be. Then a man at one of the corner tables hiccups and the spell is unravels. All at once, sound returns to the Hanged Man in a relieved rush, and the room seems to breathe a collective sigh. Drinks are ordered, mugs clapped together, and palms slapped against tables as the patrons make a show of ignoring the forlorn man in the corner, their mystery singer with his sad songs and uncanny ability to make them feel. They’ve enough problems of their own without adding his to the lot, whatever they might be. A group of men in armor are eyeing the new singer warily, like they might know exactly the sort of trouble’s taken to him, or perhaps their open stares are meant for the man in armor kneeling before him. The man looks every inch a prince, and nearly everyone has heard the rumors - Orlesians in town. Strange, stuffy bunch with polished boots and, rumor had it, polished asses as well. He certainly looks well-polished, like a trophy waiting to be placed on a high shelf.

The mage remains transfixed by something that lurks above, something unseen. Though, truth be told, his gaze is that of a man lost in another time, another place, a man looking through rather than at. It is not until the Chavalier’s hands are upon his own that Anders returns to the here and now, startled by the sudden, unexpected contact and the man now in close proximity, closer than any man in armor that shiny had any right to be. The first tendrils of fear begin to unfurl in his belly at this realization, his chest tightening as his heart thumps out a rhythm: two quick ba-dumps for exhilaration, three for plain old fear, coming in quick succession. It seems that the Templars have found him at last. His head bows, no, not bows, hangs. He is a man resigned to his fate, and there’s a quiet sadness in his eyes when he meets the other man’s gaze.

"Ser, are you alright?" That’s not something a Templar would ask, and days spent in Ferelden have given him a knack for picking out Orlesian accents, not that this one is particularly difficult to notice, heavy as it is.

Anders blinks in surprise and looks at the man, truly looks at him. Polished armor he may have, but a Templar he is not. A sigh of relief escapes him and his shoulders sag as tension flees from his body. In his sudden relief, he looks every bit the puppet who’s strings have been cut - small, and discarded, and miserable and then, all at once, his demeanor changes. He’s not going to die. Not tonight, at any rate.

An easy grin appears as he claps the other man on the shoulder. "Haven’t felt better in years." There’s a hint of bitterness in his tone. It’s a lie, and they both know it. His smile is tight and his eyes overly bright.

"No, scratch that, buy me a drink and then that’ll be the case." There’s less bitterness now, and more of the almost boyish charm for which he’s become known. One of the nearby patrons rolls his eyes as he places a pair of Jacks on the table.

Hello there, I am interested in an rp of yours. I don't have much of a plot but I am really craving the Post-Apocalyptic style. I have had many start but my partners kinda poofed out on me. I can post a minimum of one paragraph and have a good imagination. I like to have many creachers in it as well, if that's cool with you. Please le me know thanks.. If I can find it I do have one plot that was almost started.

Oh my gawd! I'd just like to say you are the first person I've seen who likes .hack//SIGN. Amazing!

So, now...You say you like apocalyptic? Well, I have a plot I have been dying to do... I've basically written a kind of first post to go off of that explains the storyline. I apoligize...it's a bit long.

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"This is Earth. Sort of. Now it is called 'The United World under Peace'. How stupid is that? The old cities still stand proud and tall, in a way. Pollution took over Earth, slowly accumulating and accumulating, until the year 3029. It was then that societies fell apart, crumbled at the moment people began dying.

Before that year, the pollution had been bad, yes, caused cancer and asthma, and many, many other things. However, the population had reached a boiling point. The average house size was twenty feet by twenty feet, and it wasn't uncommon for three or four families to share a one bedroom apartment.

To deal with the rising populations, the various countries throughout the world created a group called the 'People's Health and Welfare Department', around 3025. They didn't do the good they had intended. They had good intentions, it was said. However, the choices they made didn't reflect this. They decided pollution would be an excellent way to reduce the population. A free way, since caring for the population had reduced funds. And After all, there were plenty of ways the human race could survive, and they could take the best of the best, leave the rest.

And it was done.

The day after they decided this, in 3033, over three thousand building crews flew into the sky, no explanations were given. No one could see what was happening, the smog hiding the huge skyships. After a time, they were forgotten. In 3042, the polution had gotten so bad, when people left the circulated and purified air of their homes, even with masks on, there was a very limited time that they could remain outdoors. Because of this, the dead began rising in numbers.

Except for the few that P.H.W.D selected. They were evacuated. PHWD had waited for the day the pollution would reach this ultimate high, had known it would happen, and the aristocracy of the world were snatched and taken into the skies. Scientists, Doctors, the most brilliant of mind and body were all taken into the skies.

My great, great, great, great Grandmother was there that day. It was what took her mind. She said she watched these shining metal angels come out of the grey smog, gathering up screaming families. All the wealthy, the intelligent of us,and the people with the healthiest bodies were gathered by the people in the gravity defying suits. Absolutely no one knew why.

They snatched them from the streets and the 'Angels' turned their faces upwards. And they took them. Up into the skies.

For three months, the pollution stayed horrible. Three long, long months. The PHWD's plan worked, and most of humanity was killed. But after three months, something happened. PHWD had discovered something they didn't plan on. Everyone they took wasn't used to labor. It was hard, and they were lazy. If they left everyone to die, there would be no one to work in the halls or fields they had created.

So they created Wind. The breeze we feel occasionally now...it is not real. Our atmosphere is too heavy for oxygen now, and so it cannot move like it used to. There is no 'low pressure' and 'high pressure'. But the PHWD...they needed to keep some people alive. They found a way to keep Below alive. There isn't enough power in the world to clean up Below now, but they use turbines to suck in air, and send the smog through a purifier, and so we have just enough to breath.

Now. After the Wind, we could see into the Above occasionally. What the PHWD had done...they built entire cities in the sky....huge bubbles. With completely pure air. They live there, happy, smiling. Occasionally, Below has to raid the Above, just to survive. But, I am getting ahead of myself again.

It was exactly a week after the Wind, my Grandmother said, that the Angels came again. Now of course, we know now that these are not Angels, but men in combat uniforms, there suits lit up to see through the smog they fall through. Gas masks unlike any we had been given. But we still call them Angels, ironically. They came, and people ran out to them, reaching out. The Angels had come before, gathered up us lost souls, and taken them Above. Why wouldn't they do the same now?

People ran to them. And the Angels hovered above us. The Angels took their time, each selecting a healthy looking male. Always a male. They gathered one each into their arms. My Grandmother watched fearfully. It didn't feel right to her....why only Men? Why hadn't they come before, when people were dying?

Fearful, she ran inside, and peered out of her window. The Angels lifted up their Chosen, then carefully aimed at the people around them. Then they opened fire.

Now, we very rarely are raided. Above uses Below as a breeding ground. They raid us when they need new workers. Otherwise, we are left to fend for ourselves. The workers who missed their families and escaped...they tell us many things. The people of Above...so happy...so healthy...bright and shining from the sun. There are ten different Above Cities. They are each ruled by one family, descended from the PHWD's members..."

"It's now 4189, and this is still how things are. But one day...they'll have no choice but to take everyone on Earth to Above, or to fall with us. Someday we'll make it so." The group of children around the tall male smiled together, all glancing up and imagining the sun's rays falling on them, something so rare and precious to the children of below.

"Is it true?" A young boy asked, his blue eyes focused on the dark haired man sitting on a trash can.

"Of course. We'll find a way. Now...time to get everyone home..." The man unfolded his legs, and stood, stretching. "Masks on..." The male slid his gas mask on. The children did the same, and looked to the male.

Emerald bright eyes peered out, though covered by bug looking eye covers. Short dark hair flopped back and forth in a short gust of wind. Through the quick break in the clouds, sunlight beamed down, revealing a dirty, dusty world. Street ruins were everywhere, and strange sounds seemed to come from strange places. Mannik didn't pay it any attention, however, leading the children through the streets quickly.

Dust rose from each step people took. They moved quickly through the ruins, and one by one, the children were dropped off, safe and sound after a day of lessons. They were Below's future now. They were the next generation, and would decide their fate. It was Mannik's job to train them, when he wasn't busy trying to raid Above himself.

I figure this could go a few different ways. My favorite one being Mannik manages to capture the son or daughter of one of the ruling families. He brings the kidnapped person to Below, intending to use them to their advantage.

You seem very literate. The last few trys I've done with this have been utter flops. Would you be wanting to give it a go?

You seem like the kind of partner I like to have for roleplaying. But I'd like to know if you know anything about Tales of Symphonia or Tales of the Abyss. Those are the two things I'm craving most, and if you don't know about them, that's okay. I'd be willing to do something with Pokemon or Harry Potter instead.

Donut: - Creachers? Anywho, do let me know a bit about the plot that you have squirreled away.

Kisu: - This idea, I love it! Methinks I'd enjoy Mannik capturing a young-ish girl from above, someone fairly pure. It'd be interesting to see the dynamic between the two. How would he treat her? What would the reality of the world Below do to her? Would she join the uprising or resist after learning the truth? So many lovely possibilities. Not that the character has to be female, mind you. I could go either way, but it seemed to fit in this instance.

Daemora: - I'm afraid that, beyond having heard of them, I don't know much about that particular franchise.

A female would be just fine.

I worked really hard on this, and basically wrote out the first post, then the person never replied! I was so devestated. I will probably quote it again when I start up the thread.

Put that way, female seems much better than male. Mannik is one of my favorite characters. I stole the name from a friend ^u^ But, it's also a variation of my favorite name. And despite working with kids, he is not nice. I just have to warn you beforehand. Basically, he's used to this world, very loyal to the people living in it, and will do anything to improve their world. Anyone from Above, to him, is lower than scum. He can be violent and cruel. Just so you know.

Is there anything we really need to decide from here?

That's okay. I had to ask at least since that's what I'm craving most. You can find the anime version of Symphonia on Youtube. Here. Flamberge has all 11 episodes uploaded and subbed in English if you want to check it out.

Anyway... I'd also be interested in doing a Pokemon rp.

Huh, I wasn't aware that there was an anime version. I may have to check that out at some point.

Eh, hope it doesn't make me sound like a colossal jerk, but I'm helping revamping a Pokemon forum where I'll be doing quite a bit of RPing, so I'm holding off on PokeRPs in the interest of not ending up burned out too quickly, since I'll have a several characters to manage over there.

Uhm...am I correct in assuming you didn't see my post?

Whoops, sorry bout that, I'm a wee bit distracted at the moment (alternating between posting and sewing).
Anywho, works for me. Let me know when the thread is up and we can get started. I'm interested in seeing how this will play out.

Yeah, the company started working on the anime about 4 years ago and only finished the last episode last year. While the anime version is different from the game, it still follows the same general plot.

And that's fine, you don't sound like a jerk to me. I can totally understand that. I have several Tales rps, but I also keep getting new ideas and new characters in my head. So I tend to have an issue with being unable to satisfy my RP craving for the series.

Below the Cities

Please don't hate me..I...may...have added just a little more....0.0

I may not be able to get around to it today, as I have a lot of sewing to do. However, I have bookmarked it and will do my best to get something up asap.

Alright. I will probably edit it and try to condense it a bit. Like I said, I'm sorry. I'm a little excited about it.

And I'll just hang out for a bit... I hope that's okay. >.>

@Kisu - No worries. It's nice to see someone excited about an RP, it tends to mean that they won't up and vanish on me after I've invested a bit of time into it.

@Daemora - That's perfectly fine. The more the merrier!

Awesome. I enjoy chatting, and since I've been away from the site, I kinda need to get back into the hang of it.

Harry Potter
Avengers

I would love to roleplay with you. Sadly I cannot yet roleplay Kuroshitsuji, but, soon later on I might be able to. So a little bit about me, I love yaoi, Rainbows, and roleplaying.

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Ranebow is my name (Call me Raneif you wish)
22, female
can play both genders, all orientations, and oc/canons or canon/canon or oc/oc (even OCs in fandoms or such)
drawing, acting, singing, dancing, etc.
1-14 paragraphs depending on inspiration
7-8 years roleplaying

EDIT: I post about once a day or more (depending on the time i have for part time work, babysitting sisters, and how much i love the roleplay)

Ok after many failed attempts I finally found it.. Forget the creachers part i mentioned lol

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In a post-apocalyptic era, the few surviving societies that were scattered about the earth were scrambling to rebuild their lost civilization. Their efforts were helped greatly, however, with the discovery of a celestial material, dropped by the valkeries themselves during the great apocalyptic wars. This material, even in small quantities, seemed to grant special abilities to whoever was in possession of it. In order to give humanity a fighting chance in its struggle, the material was collected and distributed throughout the population. The material reacts with everyone differently, and it's up to the individual to decide what form it will take in order for them to keep it on their person.

It has become a societal rule to protect this material and those who use its power, keeping it out of the hands of those with ill intentions and taking it away if they become corrupt with power. However, despite their attempts, such power does fall within the hands of the wicked.

A recent string of horrific attacks on those who use the material had begun to stir up the remaining population, smothering their hopes of returning to a relatively peaceful and normal life. These attacks are linked to a mysterious underground organization, rumored to be actively seeking out anyone with the material and killing them in order to inherit the powers themselves. Their intentions are just as mysterious however, but the attacks have caused an epidemic of panic and fear to spread across the population. Once revered for their special abilities, those who use the material are now seen as bad omens by non-users who fear getting caught in the crossfire.

What are the intentions of this secret organization, and can they be stopped before society turns against the one thing that gave them hope in the first place?

Ha, I simply added a link to my sig... ^ ^

that chick nicole: Kisu: Sansa: Gamzee:

Anime Boston is this coming weekend and I need to throw all of my remaining free time (between now and Friday morning) into finishing up one of my costumes (and adjusting the other one a bit), so I will likely not be able to get a reply up for any of you until after AB. A thousand apologies for the insta-hiatus, I was not expecting the Hawke outfit to take up quite as much time as it has. Every bit of it has taken several hours longer than I had expected and now I am running behind schedule (so much so that I may not finish everything in time for the con). I suppose that this is what I get for wanting to hand make everything. Anywho, I thought that I would get you all up to speed / let you know that I haven't abandoned you (I'm just going a bit crazy right now). xP

@Donut - I promise I will respond to you about your plot idea when I return.

@Ranebow - Same goes for you, dear.

Hope you get it done in time! Good luck and enjoy your con! <3 :D

Seri; I would LOVE to do a Hannibal roleplay with you! [heart] Hannibal is my heart and soul right now, it is so perfectly creepy and engrossing at the same time!

@Sansa - Danke, dear. I'm sure I will.

@Cookie - Yes, yes, so much yes. Doing one with that chick nicole right now, if you wanna see if I'm up to par or not. Kinda rusty, but meh...though, at the moment, the same hiatus notice applies to any potential Hannibal roleplays (because I'm a crazy person right now). xP

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That's ok :3 I hope you have fun at the con!