Gavin

[quote name='chibi-master' date='12 August 2010 - 03:35 AM' timestamp='1281580510' post='699274'] I did?[/quote] [font="Tahoma"][size="2"]It was in the same section where you forfeited all human rights and agreed to a term of service not less than your lifetime and the afterlife afterwards. Standard employee contract.[/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Hmm first I've heard of it, though I don't tend to follow news around Psyren. Link to this rumour plox ?[/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Oh God damn it, you're kidding right ? More fillers ? How the hell are those anime-only watchers ever going to get to the good stuff. Saying that it's not like the latest manga arc is sterling stuff, still probably miles better than the next filler, unless for a laugh Yama promotes Ichigo and Renji as captains to replace two of the three traitors. Hilarity will naturally ensue.[/size][/font]

[quote name='Shy' date='12 August 2010 - 08:25 AM' timestamp='1281597936' post='699289'] Wow. You guys really hate children and the elderly. -Shy [/quote] [font="Tahoma"][size="2"]It's like in nature Josh, the most vulnerable members of a pack are the first to be killed by outside predators. [/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Ah my bad Ber. So yeah, last week's chapter was pretty damn epic. I think you're right about Delboro eclipsing the likes of Dholaki in combat given what happened to the latter against Kyle in comparison to the former. Oboro has ascended to the rank of completely broken character with the last chapter. Tavoo can't do **** to him, chances are he's going to pwn Caprica in their little King of Tavoo contenst which leaves Junas in a very bad position then. I expect we'll see Oboro vs Grana quite soon, with that switching to Ageha vs Grana while Oboro goes after the big bad. [/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Definitely sure. Read it Sunday morning. Would've replied to the Psyren thread but I thought I had the last reply there already. [spoiler]I'd forgotten actually how awesome Oboro is any time he appears.[/spoiler][/size][/font]

[quote name='Heaven's Cloud' date='12 August 2010 - 03:54 AM' timestamp='1281581650' post='699276'] [color=indigo]A thought. I was thinking that if you are composing a post (especially a long winded one like mine) it might be smart to put a place holder with the pictures of the characters that you are using. I wrote my post at the same time as Canz and we got lucky that we didn't use each others characters.[/color] [/quote] [font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Agreed, I was refreshing a copy of the thread every few minutes before my post just to make sure someone didn't get there before me and force a rewrite.[/size][/font]

[quote name='Beretta' date='11 August 2010 - 07:57 PM' timestamp='1281553053' post='699253'] Bleach, Naruto, and One Piece yes. Psyren on the otherhand, chapter 130 came out yesterday/today [/quote] [font="Tahoma"][size="2"]*Cough* That was last week's chapter Ber.[/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Cool cool, wasn't a hundred percent sure about how often we could use the ghost powers.[/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Yup, sadly Kubo leaves us another week to await Gin's fate.[/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Well, I hope I got that right. If there's anything that needs changing Josh please let me know.[/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Honestly unless Grimmjaw received some kind of medical attention, I actually don't see him surviving. As a character his role in the story has finished in the same way Ulquiorra has, and he's also received his obligatory flashbacks in order to die. That said it's been three years since Kubo last featured him so anything is possible.[/size][/font]

[indent][font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Silently the Butler watched the frenzied and pitiful reactions of the mortal guests, regarding them with a growing loathing and disgust. Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable that they abandon their civilised sensibilities in the home of their betters simply because all but one of them would soon count themselves numbered among the dead. If man, woman or child were to meet their death at a time appointed or otherwise they should have the decency to do so with dignity and restraint. Yes, a lesson was required in decorum it seemed... [hr] 1 [/hr] [center] [img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/wyattbishop.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/umbertthatcher.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/leonardhoward.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/stevebastion.jpg[/img][/center] Though priding himself on his literary capabilities, which with absolute humility and modesty he considered second to none, Wyatt Bishop found himself for the first time in his career absolutely lost for words. Terror, abject terror had taken hold of his beating heart and steadfastly refused to let go. Hardly a man prone to baseless panic, the idea that all but one of the house occupants were some grizzly sacrifice for the entertainment of the Manor's resident ghouls was simply too much for a perfectly rational man such as himself to accept. There had to be some other reasonable explanation, a trick of the lights to allow the old gravetender to seem to appear and disappear at will, the man Kevin was clearly an actor paid to play his part in convincing the rest of the group to acknowledge the legitimacy of the charade. No, not he, Wyatt refused to be cowed. This was a trick and he would prove it. Quickly he clambered on top of one of the Manor's fine leather seats to raise himself above the frightened guests. "[b]Everyone please listen! We must remain calm! We are all logical, rational individuals here and therefore there must be a logical and rational explanation for what has occurred here tonight.[/b]" Wyatt's hands were raised to attempt to placate the gathering and for the moment it seemed to be working. Kevin's partner was still at his side quietly begging him to hold on but some semblance of order had been restored. "[b]Yes, this Manor does indeed have a grim history most, if not all of us are aware of. But are we to be so terrified by what occurred here that we take leave of our better judgement and accept that baseless assertions of these self-seeming spirits ? I put it to you ladies and gentlemen that we are dealing with a band of charlatans who for their own amusement have concocted this deceit to lure us here. They know that the opportunity to inherit the vast fortunes of Rosengard would draw us in, and equally that what occurred here would put us on edge. I say that we deny them their fun, I say that we show them we are not frightened by their petty misdirections and that we cannot and will not be held here against our will![/b]" Leaping down from the chair, strode towards the imposing wooden front doors and shoved heftily with his shoulder. Grunting, he turned back to the assembly of guests. "[b]Captain Thatcher, Officer Howard, Mr Bastion would you please lend me your strength ?[/b]" Possessed by a renewed vigour the three men joined the author in hammering against the oaken portal in the hope of providing an exit for the guests, and with each charge the mood in the room seemed further attuned towards hope... [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/jacquelinemasey.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/jacobbarry.jpg[/img][/center] Her rapt attention dedicated to the efforts of the four men at the door, Jacqueline failed to notice the small streams of dust and plaster falling from the ceiling with each strike. Beside her the juvenile pickpocket Jacob Barry decided to use the distraction as an opportunity to relieve her of that treasure in her pocket. A young lifetime spent relieving others of their valuables in the name of survival came to the fore instantly, his hand weaving inside the garment opening with supreme swiftness and precision... Suddenly however he felt something touch his arm, adrenaline surged and he craned his eyes to the ceiling where with the latest shove the chandelier groaned as the supports holding it in place sheared and the mass of light and crystal came crashing down... "[b]Little thief![/b]" [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/death.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/shout.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/jacobbarry.jpg[/img] [i]SHOUT: The character is frozen with fright from the authoritarian shouts of spirits and is unable to move.[/i][/center] He needed the move, had to run but the voice wouldn't let him...Oh God no! [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/leonardhoward.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/selinamarqs.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/madeahall.jpg[/img][/center] The screams as the chandelier crushed and carved the boy gave way after a moment to a terrible silence. Wyatt and his party instantly backed in horror as the police officer charged forward to survey the wreckage. Holding his handkerchief to his face he brushed away several shards of glass to find a pair of bulging, bloodshot eyes rooted forward in fear, bile rose in Leonard's throat and he pulled away retching from the crushed and mutilated corpse of what had once been a young child, careening into Selina Marqs who despite their earlier disagreement latched onto the policeman for dear life. All eyes turned to ancient Medea Hall as her low, eerily detached voice broke the silence. "[b]The first of many...[/b]"[/size][/font][/indent]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Even with overtime from 6 am, today is going mercifully quickly. [/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Agreed, I actually felt overall the fight was very well converted from manga to anime. Lillinette's disappearance wasn't well explained originally and seeing exactly what happened certainly adds another emotional depth to what was there already, as for why she didn't disappear when fighting Love and Rose, I'm assuming it's because Stark hadn't split off that bit of their soul into wolf-form. I have to admit Shunsui came off as a bit of an asshole in that fight, mentioning Lillinette's death was a bit harsh and then pretty openly insulting Ukitake about his view of having clearly established protocols to fights as being uncaptain-like. Shame to say it also closes the lid on any chance of Stark having survived that fight, guess that just leaves Hali and Grimmjaw.[/size][/font]

[size="2"][font="Tahoma"]Just a quick alert, there's no WSJ release this week so no Naruto, Bleach, One Piece, Psyren etc until next week.[/font][/size]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Apology gratefully accepted Sandy and I assure you I'm far from hypersensitive in your presence. [/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]I'll be fine Sandy, but thank you for your concern. As I said, I'm not trying to tell people how to play, nor what to right, so you too can relax as your so keen to get others to do.[/size][/font]

[indent][font="Tahoma"][size="2"][center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/selinamarqs.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/leonardhoward.jpg[/img][/center] The startled shout was enough of a distraction to allow Selina to extricate herself from further awkward conversation with the socially-conscious Dr Mills, no she thought bitterly it wouldn't do for such a well-to-do lady to interact with her lessers, especially one who might share the same clientèle. Quietly she moved away from the uproar being generated by the father-daughter reunion, evidently pleasant for only one of the two parties involved. Her own father was a deeply average man, worked as much as anyone else in their neighbour, drank and fought as much, laid down the law physically with almost metric precision. Perhaps the only unusual thing the bank clerk had ever done was to drop dead in the middle of dinner, face suddenly shading crimson, a ghastly rasp and then face first into mother's freshly prepared Sunday roast, if it hadn't been so dreadfully unexpected Selina might almost have laughed at the state he allowed himself to die in, if only for the mortification he'd have felt. Still, it had been exactly that loss of income that had driven her mother to pursue work as a washer-woman and several other lowly paid but necessary jobs to keep food on the table. Selina had been seventeen, a woman in her own right and of enough of a mind to know she would not sully her beautiful features in the same way her mother allowed herself to. There had always been gentlemen who admired her, courted her for however briefly they thought would gain them access to her bed chambers, before she'd had little inclination to allow them to, but things were different. It had been a curious existence at first, a half-hinted conversation with a neighbour had brought her to a reputable gentlemen's club, as the newest girl she often found herself obliging veteran customers who were looking for something a bit different. Rarely did she run into men she had known previously, those that did were intelligent enough to keep their own mouths shut lest word get back to their better halves about how their men occupied their time. "The Oldest Profession", even now the name caused a smile to play at her lips... "[b]I must say Ms Marqs, having run into your colleague Ms Masey already I didn't expect another of Madame Bourgelle's to make an appearance.[/b]" Ugh. Only one voice could be so self-righteous and imperious, and utterly fail to maintain the polite tone the structure of the sentence he'd likely aimed for. A half-turn put her face to face with Inspector Leonard Howard and just the sight of those eyes was enough to force her to stay her hand from slapping him hard across that frequent scowl. "[b]My dear Inspector, neither did I expect to see you here, but alas I suppose our villainous plot is unravelled by your masterful deductive skills and we shall all rue for the rest of our lives, while clapped in irons at one of your lovely establishments that we dared to tangle with the pride of the city's finest.[/b]" If possible the crease in his brow deepened, colour flourishing across his cheeks and eye's narrowing. "[b]Your sarcasm does you little credit. I take it, along with the rest of this motley collection of individuals you've been brought by the allure of gold, silver and the life of a true lady, rather than a lady of pleasure ?[/b]" "[b]My, my someone touched a nerve earlier didn't they. Here's a thought Leonard, rather than harassing me for absolutely no reason other than your mother didn't breastfeed you as an infant thereby forming your distrust of full-bosomed women, why don't you go police that rather intrusive racket coming from over there ?[/b]" She pointed in the direction of the still shouting father and daughter, and smiled inwardly as his attention shifted and he marched off to intercede, leaving her in peace.[/size][/font][/indent]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Discomfort and offence are two different things Sandy, the fact of the matter is I view the use of overt racial terminology in the same way I view the overuse of swearing or pointless violence/gore, it rarely adds anything of value to a story and it's most often a poor attempt at making something seem darker and more mature when it fact it's rather immature. I merely brought it up to get a group opinion on it, if the rest of the group is comfortable using that kind of terminology I'm fine with it, as you said, we are not these characters.[/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]I hate to sound like a nay-sayer so early into the game but are we sure we want to use terms like "coloured folk" and "white folk" in this ? Granted the setting is akin to the 1920s or 1930s but I have to say I'm not terribly comfortable with that kind of terminology.[/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]Remember you signed a non-disclosure form my dear assistant. I'd hate to have to reduce to you a pile of ashes for indiscretion on your part. [/size][/font]

[indent][font="Tahoma"][size="2"]The Butler watched the tiny flame on the end of the taper flicker with exuberance for several moments before expelling a short rush of air to extinguish it. The candles were lit every night, at precise the same time in precise the same order they had been for decades, all part of an elaborate evening ritual the Butler found himself compelled to perform long after the Manor had been left abandoned. It simply wouldnâ??t do to have it any other way, it simply wouldnâ??t do to have the guests blundering around in the dark potentially damaging what little was left undamaged, his pride would not allow that. Adjusting his spectacles he silently watched the newest guest, a young woman approach the house with haste to escape the falling rain outside to join those already present. Removing the sliver pocket-watch from the top pocket of his jacket he examined it expectantly, the faint ticking the only sound apart from pitter-patter of precipitation. It would all begin soon. [hr] 1 [/hr] [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/cindygrey.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/stevebastion.jpg[/img][/center] Watching the series of ominous clouds pass overhead Cindy reflected quietly on the circumstances which had brought her into this situation, a mysterious letter from an unknown party would normally be something to be considered a curio, placed in a cupboard and left to gather dust But everyone knew of the Rosengard estate, the fantastic wealth that had once been flaunted by the family at every opportunity before their grizzly collective demise. Now someone claiming to have access to that fortune wanted to pit them against one another and the winner would ascend to a societal position the vast majority could only dream of, for a typing pool girl like Cindy it was almost too unbelievable to be real. Carefully she avoided the puddles to bring her down the long courtyard towards the front reception area, she could already see a gathering of people present, young and old, she'd wondered vaguely just how many people would be here and it seemed to be more than she'd hoped. Passing through an assembly of large pillars she attempted to mingle among company, and maybe find out some weaknesses that would bring her closer to the prize. The man she approached was clean-shaven, albeit with the hint of a moustache playing on his upper-lip. His clothes and gait were informal, especially in comparison so some of the others who held themselves like wolves before sheep, tapping him gingerly on the shoulder she put on her most pleasant face with just an hint of ingénue charm. "[b]Excuse me sir, I'm so terribly sorry to intrude, I...uhhh...I[/b]" A wide smile broke across his face, it was just a hint too wide and didn't reach his eyes to be real, evidently he was attempting the same kind of gambit she was. "[b]Well hello there my dear, such a pleasure to have a beautiful woman to converse with.[/b]" He flourished lavishly before taking her hand and raising it to his lips. "[b]Steven Francis Bastion, Esquire and may I have the pleasure of known the name of the most radiant woman in the room ?[/b]" Heat played at her cheeks as several other pairs of eyes turned to observe their conversation, she withdrew he hands slowly, and attempted to smile even more brilliantly than before as if stunned by his charm and interest. "[b]Cindy Bastion Mr Grey, I mean, oh, Cindy Grey Mr Bastion.[/b]" He laughed wolfishly. "[b]Perhaps a sign of better things to come Ms Grey, or would you prefer Madame Bastion ? For such a beauty I think I could be swayed to agree. New times my dear and new ideas.[/b]" "[b]You do a simple girl like me too much honour Mr Bastion, I was just going to ask if you're here for the same reasons as I am.[/b]" The letter flashed from her handbag for a moment and in turn he produced a copy from the inside of his jacket. "[b]It would seem so my dear, the chance of good sport was just too tempting to pass up.[/b]" Cindy wondered quietly whether he had now added her to the category of sport, still a foppish playboy like him might be the perfect partner, at least for a while.[/size][/font][/indent]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"][quote name='Beretta' date='08 August 2010 - 09:44 PM' timestamp='1281300288' post='699108'] I still can't see Yammy as a Vasto Lorde but then again he didn't release inside of Las Noches either. But I'm still of the opinion that 1-4 were vasto lordes while everyone else were just strong arrancars. I don't even think Nel is/was a vasto lorde. Had Nnoitra released against Nel I do think she might've been in a world of hurt. It also might've been an equal playing field though. [/quote] I think you mean he didn't release outside of Las Noches, but yeah I'd forgotten the rule about 4 and down not being allowed to do that within the palace. Of course Yammy doesn't seem like the type to give a damn about orders either when he wants to kill something. As for Nel, remember that she bled out a considerable amount of her spirit power after that head-wound Szayel and Nnoitra left her with, forcing her to take on that child-like form to compensate. Seeing as her mask was still damaged when she was fighting Nnoitra, and reverted to that form after a while she probably wasn't anywhere near full strength, also remember that Nnoitra was constantly on the defensive against her and when they were originally partners she beat him pretty regularly. Maybe she was just a very powerful adjuchas but I still suspect Vasto Lorde. [quote name='Humaru' date='09 August 2010 - 06:02 AM' timestamp='1281330177' post='699131'] Hey is there any word to when the new Databook is going to be available? Or is it already available....I really need a good updating on all my characters and such. P.s. Saw the photo Beretta and I gotta say that some those guys are look pretty bad@$#. It's funny to see young Byakuya before he got all serious and junk...i wonder what it would be like if he were still like that. [/quote] It's out in Japanese now so unless you speak the language it's going to be a while before you might buy it. That's not Byakuya either Humaru, it's his dad Sojun. The guy with Unohana is Hanatarou's older brother it seems, although he looks only slightly younger than Sojun which would make Hanatarou potentially older than Byakuya.[/size][/font]

[font="Tahoma"][size="2"]I'll make my intro post later this evening when I get home from work, would've posted yesterday but my missus is homesick over in England and I spent most of last night talking to her.[/size][/font]