Stasisesque

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Closer than Weasel to admitting he's [censored]

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Coughsplutter.

I beg pardon?

Your voice makes me melt.

Could you type out the lyrics? My winamp player isn't brilliant, and even by moving the tracking slider, some of the backing singing gets lost.

All very beautiful . My only "criticism" is that all of those women would suffer from severe backpain.

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If anyone can beat me, in fact, with a Claws Scrapper...

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It's really not difficult to take out a /Regen with Claws (in fact, the only Regen to best me in recent weeks was an EM/Regen Stalker - burst damage > me, but I really need a respec, so...). Hell, if you're still going to be around after I get Kuroshi to 50, I might even take you up on it.

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I'll join you Syn.

No skill indeed, hah.

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Main problem is, everywhere does it a little different. In open RP environments like GG, it's difficult to get a general opinion on how things should be done because everyone comes with their own preconseptions.

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All text-based games have rules, and I was actually quite surprised when I saw GG seemed to be free-for-all, anything-goes roleplaying. I realise it's difficult for any of the regulars to provide guidelines as Cryptic/NCSoft won't recognise you or them, so they'd be close to impossible to "police".

Still, as more people join the game, certainly more are going to try out GG and after a while things could get confusing; especially if every other person uses a different play style.

For instance, Weasel likes to use smilies and the rest of us (myself included, eek!) don't really think they fit into RPing. The use of them doesn't make one a bad RPer, just an AU-esque one.

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If you guys are worried about emoticons, why not use A/Ns?

E.G. "Are you sure this is going to work?" Jimmy asked, a hint of concern in his voice (A/N: told ya he was a wimp )

That's the more common system to add in your own comentary and opinions, just add a pair of brackets and people will know what's what.

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Common system? I don't even know what an "A/N" is.

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If Stasis actually did come to a GG event and start picking holes in everyone's mistakes, she'd get her throat ripped out in no short order.

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Too true; and I wouldn't dream of doing it .

I admire people who can RP so quickly, even if they do spell almost every word wrong...they at least manage to get their point/emotions/actions across; something which I have trouble doing in such a short amount of time.

My knowledge of the English language leans more towards the technical side. Ask me to "pretty" up a piece of text within thirty seconds, and you'll be greeted with a blank stare and a rather heavy whack to the back of the head.

Taking the rather short RPing session on Villains the other day for example: I couldn't think of the right word to fit one of my character's sentences, so I ended up saying, "spice up the flowers". Followed shortly by an aside "wth?" It made no sense, but at least it was grammatically correct and the spelling was top notch.

Doesn't really count, does it?

If you can spell "antidisestablishmentarianism" that's just wonderful; but if it doesn't fit into the sentence, you might as well just have said "I like orange socks".

Oh gawd, I've created a monster!

/em Gene Wilder.

Happy birthday Cyn!

...wait. Syn? Cyn? Oh the hilarity!

Darn your ninja editing-ness .

I wouldn't hurt dear, sweet little MaXy. Instead, I'm going to be patronising and condescending towards him until he apologises. Aren't I MaXy-WaXy?

By the way FFM, there are two l's in "really"

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<snip> in preference to throwing bricks at each other like other groups of people are want to do.

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*coughhackcough* That'd be wont to do .

P.S. And don't worry Duffy, I only pick up on the mistakes of Weasel...and Syn...Raven, Wam, anyone who dares mutilate the English language with typos!

The Union heroes RP meeting (at Galaxy Girl or "GG" as it's affectionately known) takes place every day at 9pm GMT.

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I really hope you were referring to your and 'Cel's characters. As the mental images a four-person-character-love-triangle brings up are too much to bare even for me .

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Unless GG crept in behind us, I think we're safe here.

... wouldn't that be a love-square? o_O

And *bear, not "bare", dear - seems like someone's getting a little too excited.

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Quick confession: I thought I was being clever typing "bare" as I was convinced it was the correct spelling and everyone else had been making mistakes for years (it couldn't possibly be "bear"! That's ridiculous). Later on, I was reading...and came across the word "bearable".

Even though it was well after you'd read and commented on the post, I had difficulty calming myself and stopping said self from jumping out of bed, firing up the computer and editing my post just to avoid humiliation .

Oh, and you were fairly close on the allure of your characters. I love the names "Duet" and "Interlude".

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You see, I think we'd win by defauly. Just because we can decide which characters are actually together.

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We have strength in numbers.

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I really hope you were referring to your and 'Cel's characters. As the mental images a four-person-character-love-triangle brings up are too much to bare even for me .

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Hmmm..

Nrg/Nrg & Claw/Invul or Ninja/Traps & Mind/Psi or Ice/Nrg & Mind/Emp.... a tricky choice...

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Ahem. 'Scuse me, but since when was Vainglory interested in Mr Normal? She's way out of his league .

And Snaedis and Notion?...I've got nothing against this relationship, but as far as I know Snaedis is still straight.

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Strangely people used to ask if we were brother and sister.

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I have to confess, I thought you may have been either brother and sister or even (and perhaps more embarrassingly...) father and daughter .

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Oh, and some toons belonging to Synaesthetix and I might have something to say about the Marvellouses claiming to be "Paragon's premiere superhero couple."

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Damn skippy.

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I wasn't gonna mention that but...Stase is tracking you down

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Perhaps we should settle this with a duel...uh, vote?

GIN IS NICE.

I'd say come back soon, but I can force that .

EXCRUCIATING PAIN + CAKE.

The smile dropped from Lavender's face as suddenly as it had come. She had been more than ready to put up with this girl, purely because she was taller, stronger and obviously far more attractive, but her last comment took the proverbial biscuit.

Make-up?! Laura was expecting her to wear make-up? No, not just expecting her to, but offering to apply it for her. Bloody hell, she thought, two words she never would've dared be caught saying, I'm being patronised by an elevel year old. Lavender wasn't young and silly as this girl appeared to be; she was bright...possibly too bright for her age, and not interested in make-up. Especially not interested in boys as any more than classmates, friends or relatives.

"No thank you, I don't wea--"

She was cut short by the appearance of a boy around her own age. Another giant student. Lavender blushed furiously, the way she always did whenever a member of the opposite sex appeared...not because she had any interest in them, simply because they were sshh, boys. Craning her neck upwards once again (and hoping to god she could escape soon and talk to some normal height people, or even better...ignore everyone) she looked over the newcomer. The shock of white hair came as a bit of a...surprise; she'd seen all number of rainbow colours in students' hair over the years, but never such bright white.

Though he was addressing Laura, Lavender spoke. For some reason, possibly known only to Laura...she hadn't responded at all. "She's fine, we're fine...we were just goin--"

Jesus Christ! She exclaimed silently. Yet another person had turned up to block all routes of escape. Lavender was at the end of her tether, and was quite ready to create a scene just so she could get away from the crowd; until, of course, she had spun around to greet the face of this outsider.

A teacher.

She had her apologies lined up and ready to spill off of her tongue, but before she could remind the Colonel that he'd actually met her before and that she was one of the better students in terms of attendance, she felt a sharp nudge to the ribs. Laura had obviously intended this to grab her attention, but she can't have known her own strength. Gasping for air, and running one hand down her side trying to discern if any ribs were broken, as she feared, she caught the last few words of what was intended of her.

Oh no. Oh nonono. She wasn't sick, and she wasn't about to lie to a teacher. No. She'd set them all straight and keep her close to perfect student record.

But he had already believed the taller girl; and wandered off to find some other poor students to intimidate.

Lavender grinned. She was filled with a sense of mischeiviousness; and though she promised herself she'd set things right later on, she found she felt no guilt whatsoever. Ha. Maybe the old goody-two-shoes act was getting old?

"Laura, you said you had some make-up?"

((Sorry this is so late!))

"And I'm Lavender," she smiled up at the girl, straining her neck to retain eye contact. It wasn't a particularly warm smile, but a friendly one nonetheless; the smile she used when speaking to people she was slightly intimidated by...and a beautiful six foot model-esque eleven year old was ever so slightly intimidating.

Adjusting her bag's shoulder straps which had been knocked off slightly as she helped Laura to her feet, she glanced once more around the foyer. Still no sign that anyone had noticed. Unfortunate for Lavender, she really didn't know what to say to this girl and was hoping someone would come along to take the attention away from herself.

There was a deathly awkward silence which seemed to last for eternity, whilst she thought of something, anything to say.

Finally, after she had realised she couldn't exactly excuse herself so soon, she uhmed and ahed and spoke once more, "So...uh, what's your next class?"

Picking her way in and out of the milling students, Lavender made her way to the lockers. Her first class wasn't for another hour so she'd have time to collect the books she needed and store the ones she didn't. Though a good portion of her thoughts were directed towards keeping herself fairly inconspicuous, she really didn't need to. No one was paying the slightest bit of attention to her; just the way she liked it...though, sometimes it would've been nice for the occasional nod or smile.

Knowing she was safe from attention, she risked a sweeping glance around the foyer. The school certainly looked normal to the untrained eye: high ceilings, pannelled walls, large oaken doors. If she hadn't spent three years at the school already, Lavender would never have realised that behind almost every door, a student or two were practising skills that wouldn't aid them in writing their resumes, but instead, keep the city free from crime.

In the foyer it was even less obvious. One of the older students was actually smoking! As she passed the boy and his friend, Lavender choked a little on the smokey fog. She made a mental note to inform one of the teachers later in the day as to avoid suspicion.

Though, all thoughts of do-gooding were flung from her mind as another of the female students flung across the floor and smashed into the lockers.

Lavender hadn't seen what had happened, only that this girl - a tall, beautiful girl who she recognised vaguely as being at least three years younger, yet looking much, much older - burst into tears and punched the floor. It was rather a big clue that this school as out of the ordinary when the majority of the students hardly even flinched. They'd all seen similar in their time, and one girl causing marbled tiles to crack in two was no different to someone spontaneously combusting.

"Are you alright?" The brunnette had rushed over to the younger student, yet she kept her voice low; adopting a soothing tone, "You're not hurt are you?"

"Mum, get off...someone might see you," came the very English mousy voice from underneath an unkempt matt of brown hair. The older woman ignored her daughter's pleas and continued to brush strands of hair away from her eyes; fussing (with good cause) over her only child. This was an age old routine, and Lavender couldn't wait for the day it ended.

She was only fourteen, but a bright fourteen year old; surely she was old enough to take care of herself? Her mother didn't think so, every morning at eight-thirty on the dot, a rickety land rover pulled up in front of the school and let its two passengers out; and every morning, Lavender hoped it would be the last time.

"You've got everything you need? Books, money for lunch, your homework?" Fussed Mrs Pearce, "Good girl. Now don't forget, I'll pick you up after school; just wait for me here, I don't want you wandering home by yourself. Even with your "gift" this is a dangerous city." The young girl flushed, the red of her cheeks picking out every last freckle and blemish. She hated it when her mother did this, not just her inability to let her daughter grow up, but referring to her powers as a "gift" rather than the burden they were. More times than she cared to remember she had caused strange visions to appear amongst her classmates, drawing attention to the wisp of a girl who sat with her nose buried in a book. Lavender hated to be the centre of attention; it was all she could do to stop herself running away from crowds of gossiping students, for she was sure they were always gossiping and laughting about her.

Lavender's eyes darted around behind and to the sides of her, checking and hoping no one had noticed the scene. "Yes mum, I've got everything. And no, I won't walk home by myself...promise," she allowed her mother to kiss her forehead; but it was only after the car had turned the corner that she wandered into the school; keeping her head down and her eyes fixed on the floor as she went.

From the instant she opened the large doors, a deafening buzz of noise hit her hard. There were plenty of students milling around the foyer and many more invisible to her eye. One of Lavender's teachers had informed her that one day, she too, would be able to use this extraordinary gift of invisibility, but that she'd have to work hard to train for it. Only the best students managed it, and she was determined to be one of them. Until then she'd have to use mere human abilities to keep herself from being noticed.

Most of the students were standing in large groups, chattering and giggling at each other as if they hadn't seen one another in weeks. This wasn't likely though, she thought, most of them stayed in the dorms the school provided; in fact, the brunette wasn't sure if she'd ever met another student who commuted to and from home each day. They may as well have poked Lavender with a needle and called her a thumb...she'd probably stick out less then at least.

Oh no, first day of term, a couple of young kids with bags caught her eye...these must be new students, and new students always asked questions. Please ignore me, please ignore me, she was pleading so hard to an invisible entity that her nose had actually screwed up, giving a distinct impression of a person in intolerable pain. She relaxed at once when she noticed an older male student come charging down the stairs. Ah Tyler, Lavender knew him and secretly looked up to him; he was a good student, possibly one of the best, a place she aspired to hold one day. It was likely he would be able to answer any of the new students' questions, so the short, shy illusionist was safe to carry on with her wallflower attitude.

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There's not enough players to justify an RP server, especially not in the EU.

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It's not just the lack of players. Cryptic/NCSoft would have to hire a whole new set of GMs who specialise in roleplaying...which would take all of thirty seconds in the US, but would be virtually impossible in the EU.

The cost, time and effort to create three new servers (espcially as they haven't implemented a Spanish server yet...which I believe was being looked into as there are many many Spanish players) would be too much to even consider at this stage in the game's lifespan.

Whilst a lot of us have negative views of WoW, it is the leading game on the market, and Co* hasn't yet reached a point where it can compete with them on roleplaying standards.

Added to that (though I know Raven and Wordy may not agree with me here ), while there are no specific roleplaying features, there's nothing to stop you roleplaying either. The one thing I'd really want Cryptic to include is a "fakedeath" emote, just to cover that side of RP. Otherwise, it's as good as it can be at the moment. Remember when you were a child, and possibly played Cops & Robbers...you didn't have real guns or jail cells, yet you managed to play the game; Co* is the online equivalent of that.

Oh and as for not wanting people to ask what "RP" means. Why? Everyone has to find out someway...no one would be a roleplayer if they hadn't first found out about the term. It's not a secret society, so please don't fob people off if they express interest in it.

Co* isn't a roleplaying game in the sense that WoW and GW are. There is no official roleplaying server, and hence, even on Union (the unofficial server) it's quite unlikely you'll run into anyone incharacter unless you are in the right place at the right time.

A group of hardcore-ers get together every evening at 9pm just outside Galaxy Girl; unfortunately, this is in Paragon and hence only available to get to from CoH. AFAIK there isn't a "set" roleplaying area in CoV--but Pocket D* is used occasionally.

Don't be surprised to see lots of people outside of these areas talking OOC. As I've said, Co* isn't targetted at pure roleplayers, and hence there are more non-roleplayers on the game.

We're still nice people though.

(*Pocket D is a "nightclub" accessible to both heroes and villains, though unlike the PvP zones, no fighting is permitted and roleplaying does take place every so often.)