Raiha

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Yeah, I'm always a little bit ill because of my violent allergic reactions to everything that contains pollen or otherwise blooms or grows in the sun. I always wake up coughing phlegm, and sneezing, and my head usually feels several sizes too big. Fortunately right now the hangover from my breakup booze happy fun time spree is over, so we're back to just sinus pain. But when I REALLY am sick, with a cold or a fever, I treat it in different ways. I'm really asian, thanks to my mom, so when I have a cold, I lie back and eat chicken broth and rice simmered together. We call it 'shi-fan' and it's really tasty, but only when you're being an invalid. When I have a fever, I spend most of my time in a hae of heat, sleeping on top of my bed in sweats and with my hair caught behind me so it doesn't end up in my nose. Unlike what I'm reading here, I don't take fever reducer medication because I believe the body can kick a virus's *** without my help. That and I've noticed that when I do break the fever with medication, I stay unwell for longer. So yeah it's a super fun time being me. But yeah. I sleep, or use my laptop in bed, which I try to not do unless I'm up late using cheats on gamefaqs.com to help me through whatever game I'm playing. God I'm evil.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='SunfallE'][COLOR="RoyalBlue"][FONT="Lucida Sans Unicode"]I was going on this from the first post:Though if that's no longer true... I can always edit my post. ^_~[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well, thanks to an amazingly large ammount of foresight, the British Monarchy has never REALLY trampled on the soverignty of other nations, so I'm relatively sure you did just fine Beth dearie. My god, I go away for 13 hours and look what happens to this thread. Bliss! But seriously folks, everyone is doing good, and as for your question, America is still a tiny little colony with not much goin' on.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So I tried it out on my boss's PC during work because, let's face it. Even if I'm going to get exploded in the first five seconds, at least I can say I tried it. So I tried it. And I got exploded in the first five seconds. And that was the end of my experience playing Call of Duty 4. Unfortunately, because I work at Gamestop, I have to crush the hopes and dreams of men on a near daily basis because we sold out of it the first night it was out. People didn't reserve their copies, not listneing to my advice that it'd be super popular. But yeah, it's selling like crazy every time we get our requisite six copies in. And I get a milion phone calls of angry males wanting it and cussing me out for not having it. Oh well. Sue me.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Woah woah, let's not get craaazy now. The point is that the advance of technology has been stiffled by the government in the name of the supression of the people. But naturally, it's alright if the people in positions of power have slightly more sophisticated technology. The next step beyond musket, but certainly nothing more than a six shooter. That'd just be excessive. And by Paris I meant France. I get them mixed up when it's late at night and I'm editing.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]How about now? Is that good? Does it work? YHeah so originally I was going to start in China, but I figure a summer house in Paris isn't too far off. Whatever, besides, I'm easy. I'll go with the flow. It's my job, right?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So yeah, Mothership released yesterday. Well technically still today because I haven't slept yet because I'm in a blues rock metal happiness induced haze. It's hard to sleep when there's all this Zeppelin to listen to. But seriously folks, if you've downloaded the album legally from iTunes like me, or schlepped yourself to a music store to purchase it, or the deluxe edition, or the limited edition, tell me. I want to know of any Led Zeppelin fans on otakuboards. If they really exist. I always thought they were a myth. You know...intelligent n00bs, and military intelligence. Anyway favorite Zeppelin songs of all time? Black Dog Immigrant Song Dazed And Confused Heartbreaker[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Renalori Grace left the relative quiet of her house, and drove down to the VR facility she'd spent so much of her life at. The associate on duty took one look at her and sent her off to the first room available. It wasn't that surprising though. It wasn't like she was an unknown gamer, trying out Crossover for the first time. She settled back, relaxed herself, centered her mind, or did whatever it was that gamers did before entering Crossover, coming out in one of Tameth's smaller towns. The familiar sights were soothing to her, and every stress of the real world faded away under a haze of gaming induced ecstacy. Renalori leaned her head forward slightly and moved her left hand as if plucking the strings of a harp. Her right hand gripped the shaft of her lance tightly, before she thrust it straight up, as if to split the sky.[/i] "Come to me. Metarka." [i]Metarka, her very handsome, very tall Dragon Etheria appeared in a burst of black smoke right above the point of her lance. He didn't bow to her, but she curtsied to him slightly, simply to ensure their continued good relations, and he tilted his head down to look her in the face.[/i] "Do I smell a war?" "You would even if there wasn't one. But yes. War there is. And to war, we go." [i]If Metarka could've bounced up and down on his heels, he would've. Instead he settled for flaring out his wings in a burst of unholy light and laughing with bloodlust. Once his burst of passion was over, he lowered his head once more to her level and spoke in the same rumbling tone he'd always used when speaking to his mistress.[/i] "Is Kemmler coming too?" "If you want him to, I guess I could call him." [i]Renalori's tone was conversational, utterly unconcerned. Her smile was reflected in her Etheria's huge ginger colored eyes. The vertical slits narrowed in appreciation, and he hunched back slightly, enormous wings folding back like a cape. Renalori flung her hands out, the sleeves of her robe flaring out around her. She moved her lips silently, then turned and knelt down in a burst of motion.[/i] "Kemmler, one who is lost in darkness seeks your aid. Kemmler, scion of Evil and Solitude, guide me with your wisdom. Bring your power and with it your aid." [i]As the last phrase of her chant was uttered, the great Serpent himself, the purple scales of his hide rippling in the partial sunlight. He flicked his tongue through too large teeth and opened his mouth in a partial grin. Meanwhile, keeping up the charade of humility, Renalori kept her position of servitude, kneeling beneath the flare of his hood and the coil of his body.[/i] "So... ...you call me to aid you in battle?" "I did oh Kemmler. We are to destroy the enemies of Tameth. Will you give me the comfort of your guidance and strength?" "For you my lady, I will." [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I'm about 50% straight since I like the vagina about as much as the penis. On the Kinsey Sexual Orientation Scale, where 1 is totally straight and 5 is completely gay, I'm about a 3. I was lucky enough to have friends that were accepting and open to ideas that weren't necessarily instilled in them from birth. Then again, everyone here should know by now how honest I am, so most of my female friends know that I like the girlsies. None of them were seriously worried or disturbed by the news. Well, one of my old room mates freaked out and got me in 'trouble' with the housing office for 'sexual harassment' but yeah. She was a nutterbutter. And they moved me in with a new girl that got plastered every night and smoked weed during the day. She was the most relaxed person I ever met...[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]My solution? Have him arrested by a cop. Nothing like a beating to fix things. But on the other hand, I'd seriously suggest you either give him the 'I'm concerned' talk that Luci mentioned or ignore him completely and let him ruin his life. I've had friends with lots of younger brothers that were complete idiots/stoners. They were usually kicked out of their houses though. And the general consensus is that you can't do a thing to stop your brother from being a total jerkoff. Sorry. But if you want to be cheered up, I recommend googling 'Tucker tries buttsex. Hilarity does not ensue.'[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Cast: Her Grace: Lady Di Ahn Chang Revolutionary Incognito: Author Dolan Upton Revolutionary Criminal: Librarian Eoghan Kearney Counter-Revolutionary: Chief Superintendent Richard Stark Second Class Citizen: Artist Mikhali Sumerkalis His Royal Majesty: King Edward Steven Windsor His Grace: Lord Dewi Jones Her Royal Majesty: Queen Elisabeth Helena Hohemburg Slave: Iki Monroe Pirate: Anarchist Catherine 'Kathy' Ellen-Mary Robertson Second Class Citizen: Laborer Dieter Ergheiz Rosenburg [center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [i][b]In Year of Our Lord Two Thousand And Seven, a strange thing happened. An interloper, a traveler from another realm came to see us. Whether by some strange accident or by an act of God, it was here that he came. And here he stays. Be it magic or the Fates, this child came to rest in the palm of this world’s hand. It held him fast, keeping him still, but he brought with him more than just his body. His mind and his heart were so much more than we had thought at first. He brought ideas so dangerous, that they burned the hand that held him. And when it let him go, it had to let go of others. Thousands heard his story, then millions. People everywhere learned of what he’d done, what words he’d spoken. And this world of ours became something better.[/center][/b][/i] [i]Her Ladyship, Chang Di Ahn, knelt before her vanity table, admiring her reflection. One of her many servants knelt besides her, adjusting a hair ornament before adding several pale lilac flowers made of silk. Di smiled vaguely and waved her off with a light flutter of her hand. Alone again, she leaned forward, pursing her lips carefully, scrutinizing the red tone of her cosmetics. Satisfied, she leaned back again, then slowly rose to her feet, the sound of silk shuddering through the air, the click-clacking of many pieces of jewelry alerting her servants that their lady was about to descend upon them. One leapt forward and straightened the train of her gown while another opened the door for her. She swept along grandly, secure in her position, utterly unconcerned with the discomfiture of her underlings. It was her birthday after all. Her day.[/i] “My lady, you look so lovely.” “That shade of pink is beautiful on your cheeks.” “Would you like something to drink?” [i] She brushed off their words the way one brushes away the fly flitting around the rice bowl. Completely pleased with herself, Di knelt before the family altar, lighting the sticks of incenses herself, praying for success and good fortune as always. Then she turned and looked down the hall of her family's summer home. It was empty as it always was at this hour. But soon it would be full of people, friends and family. Well-wishers would fill the courtyard, making speeches for her continued health and prosperity, politicians hoping to curry favor with the first blood heir of the House of Chang. Her brother was yet still young, and her younger sister would never be anything but a prize for some lucky noble. Di reflected calmly, as she walked through the absolute stillness that she was indeed lucky herself, to be born in this day and age, and into this family. In this time, she would make her mark. But for now, she would content herself with enjoying her birthday. With luck, her cousins had bought her a new present. And a new present it was, in the form of a boy, not more than 20, barely out of puberty. They had him step forward slowly, kneeling at her feet, even as she was sprawled across a veritable sea of cushions. He didn’t kneel right away, but she was sure he was about to, when one of her male cousins shoved him face down on the floor before her. The first thing he was aware of, past the obvious cold of metal on his neck from the collar, and the icy cold of the marble floor, was the sound of his new mistress’s voice, hissing across the room. Sharp and harsh, it carried with it the feel of one used to being obeyed.[/i] “Unhand him. That boy is my property now, and it won’t do to have him dirtied up right away. That’ll be later.” [i] Di smiled in the face of her cousin’s reproving scowl. He slouched away and she snapped out a command to her new slave. The boy jerked his head up like he’d been stung and accidentally looked his new mistress full in the face.[/i] “Well you’re a pretty one. Aren’t you.” [i] A flash of haughty brown eyes, the creamy color of her skin, and high cheekbones framed by dark brown hair and glittering ornaments. Silver and gold flashed in her hair and around her neck, and she leaned forward slightly to get a better look at him.[/i] “You’ll do nicely. Or not at all.” [i] He didn’t flinch to his credit, but kept his face empty of emotion. She liked them that way.[/i] [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]As you can see, we still need a universal interloper. But seeing as how nobody has volunteered yet, I suppose it can wait. After all, the story will move forward without him. And everyone who has signed up so far has been accepted. I post in the Theater now. I hope everyone has a good time. And feel free to get creative. All I ask is that you keep up with the Backstage thread and that one person, I don't care who, manages to post every day. I figure one post in the thread per day, is a safe rate. I mean what could possibly go wrong with this idea?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Ah, the L word. I never tell a man I love him unless we've been dating for more than just several months. If your brother's using the 'L' word, this begs the question. HOW OLD ARE YOU PEOPLE ANYWAY?! I always laugh when teenagers say the love each other. And since I'm not a fan of talking, I'll counsel you to just beat the snot out of your brother until he's so ugly he won't ever get a girl to cheat on ever again.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh dear god, the suppression of the commoner has already begun, compliments of our very own Monarch. Thank you your Majesty for revealing the vast conspiracy. The conspiracy of creating new technology to be used to keep the common man down. Oh the inspiration you give me... But seriously, that's a generally very good idea. It stands to reason the people in power would use state funds to create new technology to enhance their ability to control the populace.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well her boyfriend won't let her get back on OB. I think her rabid fanboys had something to do with that. And since I'm not a miracle worker, or an assassin, it's highly unlikely she'll ever be back. Tragic though, but then again, I'm not Jenna. Even if I am a creative one.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well the majority of the world's population can read at least a little bit. So the printing press is an obvious method, but with state controlled papers, don't be surprised the news all looks the same. We've got horses and carts, palanquins and feet. I'm relatively sure the car is still a few hundred years off. As far as entertainment goes, public theater and drama are a big deal. Shakespeare Lives! Actually, revolutionaries may be using these particular venues as methods to communicate their beliefs to the masses, however circumvently. I suppose the existence of alchemical magic would be pushing it.... Any thoughts people?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Sorry dear, photobucket said those pictures don't exist. But I have more. I always have more. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Justin Justin Justin...Oh how the good old days have faded into memory. Fortunately, while I'm definitely older than I was when this was first produced, I'm not yet senile. That and poor Jenna will never come back to OB. Curse facebook for giving me hope. But seriously, I always wished Body Language or that titleless rp she, you, and I did years back would make a miraculous resurrection.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Shy'][size=1] Remember that we are keeping to the Victorian setting. Proper ladies and gentlemen simple don't do those sort of things. -Shy[/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Not in public anyway... Thank you Indifference for schooling Gunslinger for me. That's what I get for going off to do homework and laundry for a day. But seriously folks. I'm still curious, as I don't see my question being answered. What's the limit to alchemic abilities?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Aaryanna_Mom'] So we disagree, so what? That's the very heart of politics and part of what makes them fun. I don't expect you to suddenly see my point of view so it's only fair that you don't expect that of me either. ;)[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Disagreement is at the heart of democracy as well. Without it, and if everyone thought the same, we wouldn't be citizens of our representative republic, we'd be sheep. And being a sheeple is bad. Most teenagers are incapable of 'suddenly' seeing anyone's point of view but their own. I vaguely recall a time in which I disagreed with my mom because if I DID agree with her, I felt like I'd loose face. Now I tend to agree with her because I'm noticing she was mostly right all the time. ....except when it came to non Christian music poisoning my mind. I had public school to do that for me.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well I suppose minor and vague modernizations would work. Gunpowder for example. That'd make all bombs possible. And most guns.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So rating? I need to know how much fucking swearing I can fucking fit into my posts. That and what limits are there to the alchemy of this universe?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='James'][font=franklin gothic medium]And I'd pay someone $100,000,001 to hunt you down if you did. :catgirl:[/font][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I'd take that hit for you baby. I'm only what? An hour away from him? I'll take Polaroids. But that might be extra. Maybe I should dress up as Samus BEFORE I kill him.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Not that you still aren't a little heartbreaker Juu... ...but you with your tongue out makes you look like.. Oh.....a jack in the box from the video game Alice. Only your face is more intact. But seriously folks. I think cosplay will improve this thread. So in that vein, me as a pirate. And me as Kasumi.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Considering I once considered Porn Star as an occupation..... Yeah not much I wouldn't do for money. But most of them would be pretty sick and nasty and going into detail here would get me an infraction or two. But as far as the pig thing in Antartica. Replace pig. With Horse. And you have yourself a deal.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh Nerdsy, you stole my quote. Remember when I used it years ago? Only I'm sure I said dictionary.com. Go there. It is your friend. Or something cool and witty like that. But seriously, context clues should give you a vague understanding of what stillborn means. Notice how nobody knows about Elvis's brother..... *spooky music* In Chinese Culture, sticking your chopsticks point down, vertically, into your bowl is considered extremely rude behavior as well as obscenely bad luck. Never do it. In Victorian times, the word 'stomach' was also considered a dirty word. One woman actually died because she kept on telling her doctor her knees hurt when in fact it was her stomach. Odds are it was cancer, or something cool like that.[/FONT][/COLOR]