Lemurian Log

The Closing of Doors [Open]

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 18:14:17 GMT

((Hey, guys. I want to say, goodbye. I want to say, the end. I will say, all of you rock my socks and I had so much fun. But I will say, looking back at everything, that I've found just now I still can get a feel for the character. But whatever I do, I want to make sure that if the character does go out, he does it on a high note, that anyone who wants to gets the chance to say goodbye however they feel they should. So, here's the conclusion of his storyline, at least. Anyone who wants to can jump in, everyone else can feel free to ignore it. You guys are amazing, and like I said, it's been one great ride.

See you around.

-- truexthefourth))

It was amazing what you could accomplish, if you just used a little foresight and a lot of planning.

The expressions on his companion's faces had been sincere and trusting, but Piers hadn't needed telepathy to sense the undercurrent of doubt his companions were feeling. Why would he abandon them in their greatest time of need? Had he really revealed all of his secrets to them?

The answer to that was no, though he hated to admit it. But how did you explain to the faithful that you'd set out to thwart their god? He would explain everything to them, he owed it to everyone. But not yet, there was a time and place for secrets and --

And one or more of them might never make it back out alive. And he might not make it back to tell them. There was one secret none of them could take to the grave with them. He felt ridiculous even as he said it, his people weren't given to spontaneous affection, but those three words had to be exchanged among all of them. There were others he needed to tell, too, but they would have to wait, he couldn't afford a trip back to the Nexus, not even for his family. His world, his duty came first.

Alex was certainly shocked to find a fellow Mercury Adept waiting at the base of the mountain, and even more shocked to be attacked outright. "Piers? Doesn't Isaac need you more than me?"

Piers's only response was to call forth all the power he could, to unleash everything he had in one final blow. He targeted Alex and lunged forward, feeling the shock of the impact and the subsequent shockwave, but his eyes were closed as soon as he made contact. Duty or not, he could not watch what he had done.

Alex was fast, though, and unleashed a powerful strike of his own before fading forever. Piers grimaced at the impact of that, at the rush of waves and the fresh cuts and bruises opening all over his body. But he held his ground.

Only when the world had grown deathly quiet did he move again, swinging his eyes up to the mountain and trying not think about what the pile of ashes used to be.

The climb was as fast as he could make it: His friends would have finished their own battle soon, and he couldn't miss what would come next.

When he reached the summit, the golden light had already risen in the sky. He looked down, over, anywhere but at it -- his duty was to collect it once it had formed, not to take power for himself.

He shut his eyes to wait. He opened them after only an instant at the sudden change in lighting -- there, in the distance, was the Stone of Sages, there was his world and everything he'd finally managed... through a portal. He was staring at a familiar section of the Nexus, the bay where his ship had rested for all those months... a place as much home as any other. A place he'd tried to teach Aya psynergy, where he'd started explorations with Victor and Mewtwo and Kurt, where he'd confessed to Dessa everything that had happened in his world. A place where he'd spent many hours with his pets, contemplating the way of the world and his place inside of it. The place where he'd finally decided what exactly duty meant.

He smiled gratefully at the portal; knowing that it wouldn't stay open once he entered, that if he went back to his world he could never come back here again, never relive any of the memories... But he had a chance to say goodbye. He started walking, smiling still, searching for the faces he'd missed for so long.

And for the first time in his life, he started to cry.

Out Of Character: Some kind of ending

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 01:21:08 GMT

So, about two months ago I more or less quit playing this character for a little bit to adjust my schedule to get back into a school attitude. I figured a few weeks' break would do me a little good, and once I had time again I'd start being active the character again.

Didn't happen. I have the time, at this point, but the muse seems to have more or less totally deserted me. So, pending further notice, Piers will be going on a semi-hiatus, either until I find a good way to write him off entirely or get my bearings and am able to play him once again.

In character, this means that he'll be playing ambassador and stuck in his own world most of the time, popping up every once in a while to say hi.

It has been a total blast, and everyone I've played with has been amazing. The character practically came alive with all the different sounding boards he had, and I had a wonderful time. See you all around, and thanks so much for playing!

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 04:34:44 GMT

Things have been well, so far. Not much to report, I'm afraid.

In the meantime, If I was to be jailed with no chance of escape, how would you want me to be punished, if at all?

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 18:40:52 GMT

Well, on the one hand, I spent a day and a half in prison.

On the bright side, I brought everyone souvenirs from my world! If you're around please come claim them.

All in all, I think things went rather well and I'm looking forward to this evening's competition.

Writing Challenge!

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 04:48:38 GMT

There were a thousand kinds of silence, and many he was fond of. But those were only silences as compared to the noise of every day life – if you listened, there were still a thousand noises. In good company, when one had nothing to say, there were still so many thoughts and emotions to hear from the other people, still so much contentment to listen to. Out on the ocean, in the silence where he sought to think, to escape from the world and just hear himself, there was so much more – the waves, the fish, oftentimes, the wind, and much else. It was a loud kind of silence, and it helped him concentrate on what he was hearing from within.

But there were different kinds of silences as well. The silence of outer space, of being an outcast left alone in the dark, was one he had heard about and never wanted to experience, one of the few things he actually feared. And then, of course, there was the silence he'd had to deal with recently – the silence of foes, which could mean anything. They might have given up, but of course that notion was ridiculous. They might each be planning something big. They might be fighting even now. Or, who knew, maybe they'd formed an alliance against their pawns. That last was ridiculous, but it was the power of silence. Without knowing what was happening, his mind was creating worst-case scenarios, wasting energy on nothing in particular.

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 15:34:26 GMT

Well, yesterday was more than a little bit of a disaster... For anyone wondering, that rather obviously wasn't me, though I kept the memories of that version...

Victor, I... I need -- I need to see you to apologize properly.

Lemurian Log 9

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 04:04:38 GMT

I'm worried about Dessa.

I'm worried about Victor.

I'm worried about what Alex might be up to.

Come to think of it, there aren't many people I'm not worried about. I wonder how Edward's doing these days...

And Mewtwo? If you get a chance, I'd like to talk.

And if anyone could provide a distraction, I'd very grateful...

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 01:40:20 GMT

I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want (although I reserve the right to not answer, or to answer evasively). Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including me) to ask you anything.

DM Prompt Challenge!

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 22:08:36 GMT

There was fog off in the distance, quite a lot of it. Enough of it, in fact, to be concealing any number of things – but he wasn't going to investigate. Why bother? It wouldn't be anything much, and the memories-- it wasn't home, but it was so much like what home had looked like from the outside that he dared not enter.

He hadn't been home, not since he'd come to the Nexus. He had no intention of going there for a while longer, either. Because... well, out here on the ocean honesty was the only policy. He wasn't going home for the simple reason that there was a confrontation there yet to be had, one he wasn't quite ready for. He wanted to be able to present an accomplished fact with his return, to come back bearing news of both problem and solution. Of course, he had guilt about not being with his mother while she was sick – but he hoped she would be better by the time he got back, and he had done what he could to say his goodbyes. If she was still sick, then he would be there to support her, and if – well, he couldn't even bring himself to consider the last option.

But he wasn't staying. He'd spent centuries there and not lived as much as he had since he left. He wouldn't be staying when he went back, he had only a few to speak to. And a lot of explaining to do. But other than keeping lines of communication open, he had put nearly everything in order before he left, and he had no intention of returning often, just stopping by to visit now and then. When it came right down to it, there wasn't so much he had left undone.

Stolen from everybody

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 16:58:43 GMT

I Am A: Lawful Good Half-Elf Bard Ranger

Alignment:
Lawful Good characters are the epitome of all that is just and good. They believe in order and governments that work for the benefit of all, and generally do not mind doing direct work to further their beliefs.

Race:
Half-Elves are a cross between a human and an elf. They are smaller, like their elven ancestors, but have a much shorter lifespan. They are sometimes looked down upon as half-breeds, but this is rare. They have both the curious drive of humans and the patience of elves.

Primary Class:
Bards are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.

Secondary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.

Deity:
Oghma is the Neutral Good god of knowledge and invention. He is also known as the Binder of What is Known, and is the Patron of Bards. His followers believe that knowledge reigns supreme, and is the basis for everything else that is done. They wear white shirts and pants, with a black and gold braided vest, and a small, box-like hat. All priests of Oghma are known as Loremasters. Oghma's symbol is a scroll.

Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy ofNeppyMan (e-mail)

OOC Meme

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 06:27:20 GMT

What is your character's name?
Piers

How old is he/she?
I don't know. X_X He never says. Something like a thousandish kinda sorta maybe?

What is your character's race/species?
Lemurian. Which is kinda like human, but with a few centuries of exposure to toxic waste which for some reason is good for them.

Do they have a crush?
Nope. Not my version, anyway.

Do they have many friends?
He's got quite a few.

What planet is your character from?
Weyard, which is flat. And shrinking. Hurray for nonsense!

Does your character like to eat?
Hells yeah. Specifically, he likes trying new things, even if they happen to be fried alien plant eyeballs.

What's his/her favorite food?
Doesn't have one!

What's his/her favorite drink?
Water, actually, though he's experimenting with alcohol, or intending to.

Is your character annoying?
If you ask, well, most of the people he's been hanging with? A lot of the time, yeah.

Name the 5 most annoying things about your character.
1) His unfortunate tendency to not tell anyone anything.
2) His tendency to butt into other people's business.
3) Did I mention not telling people things?
4) He's kind of got an old-world morality and can be annoying about it.
5) Talking weird.

Is your character loved? (as in does anyone have a crush on them?)
I am thinking no! Again, not this version, anyway, canon is debatable maybe,

Is your character hated?
...I am thinking the answer to this should be yes, but by who has slipped my mind. Anyone who hates Piers give a shout-out!

Is she/he emo/goth?
Hahahahahahaha NO.

Is she/he straight, bisexual, or gay?
Eventually, possibly bi, right now straight. More importantly, though, he's not looking for a relationship at the moment.

Is she/he a virgin?
Yup.

Name 3 hobbies
1) Talking to people
2) Exploring
3) Being a seagull

Is your character normal?
What kind of a stupid question is that?

Is your character attractive?
...I guess? To some people?

How does your character handle emotions?
Pretty well

Does your character have other forms?
Seagull, and various other LOL ones.

Does your character overreact?
Not really. Unless you hurt one of his friends, in which case you're going to be reduced to cinders in a very unpleasant way. Unless they asked for it.

Is your character a criminal?
Only in the eyes of gods. And his country. And several other countries in his world. Okay, so yes.

Does your character go to school?
Nope, he got private tutoring, but he's done with that now anyway.

What's his/her IQ?
He's pretty smart, and seems even more because he's had a lot of time for intellectual development over the past millennium or so. Numbers are pretty useless, though.

Does your character have a disease/curse?
Not exactly. He has some funky stuff going on in his head, though.

Is your character dead?
No.

Does your character have a family?
His mom's dead, though he doesn't know this yet, and his dad's practically disowned him, but he has Dessa and possibly Mewtwo. And Ori, who's his sister in-something-that-isn't-law.

Has he/she encountered any tragic times in life?
Not really, though he's in for some when/if he goes home.

What's the best time in your character's life?
Everything after leaving home.

Is your character single?
Yes.

Has he/she developed any relationships?
Yep, lots.

Does he/she have an element?
Water.

Do you rolplay your character?
Not more than twelve hours a day!

Do you write about your character?
Yes, mostly one-shots and drabbles. And memes.

Does your character have a bad temper at times?
Sometimes. Like if you touch one of his friends in a way they didn't ask for, or kill someone.

Does your character get depressed?
Sometimes.

What's your characters favorite animal?
He actually doesn't have one, he loves a bunch of different ones.

Does your character have any fears?
The world ending, one god or the other winning, people close to him dying

Does your character have any weaknesses?
Mentally, yes, he's not totally stable, and tends to literally block certain things out. Physically, he has to rely mainly on djinn to keep up with strong people, so if they aren't usable he's kinda screwed

Does your character look up to anyone?
Kinda. Not exactly.

Does your character like music?
Yup!

What's your character's favorite type of music?
Have you noticed my character doesn't have favorites?

Is he/she impatient?
Not really.

What's something funny about your character?
That's for other people to decide, I suck at knowing what's funny.

Does your character curse?
He'd like to, but he's weirded out by most of them and the religious ones just... don't... work.

Lemurian Log 8

Mon, 14 Aug 2006 01:47:47 GMT

Well, it's been a while since I've written in this. Let's see...

I have a new sister now, in the form of Dessa. I'm so glad. And Ori and I hugged for the first time the other time. I blame Aya and Victor for getting me into the habit, but no worries, as everything worked out.

I have a new job in exploring, so whenever I get done all this business with Alex, I can work on that full time, and I've been going different places with my friends recently.

Kurt stopped by the other day as well, which was a very nice time.

Catching up on memes

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 01:52:25 GMT

You scored as VIII - Strength. Strength is not just physical strength, it also means emotional and spiritual strength. It is the Strength to do what you know is right in the face of opposition. Strength to defy convention and authority. Stength does not have to be used directly. It can be inner strength that supports one in the face of attacks on what they hold dear. The person of Strength remains true to their beliefs. In a Tarot reading, this card can indicate overcoming of obstacles and refusal to be beaten down. If badly aspected this card can indicate loss of faith, failure of Will.

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VIII - Strength

100%

VI: The Lovers

94%

XIX: The Sun

88%

II - The High Priestess

81%

0 - The Fool

81%

XI: Justice

81%

III - The Empress

69%

XIII: Death

63%

I - Magician

50%

XVI: The Tower

50%

X - Wheel of Fortune

44%

IV - The Emperor

25%

XV: The Devil

25%

Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?
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I've been put under a spell that binds me to you for twenty-four hours. I have to do what you command, when you say it, as long as you say it. What would you wish me to do?

*

Answer anonymously and I'll try to guess.

1. One secret about yourself.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note you have thought of, or actually have written. (not necessarily to me)
5. Lyrics to a song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've known each other.
8. And a hint to who you are
9. Post this to see what people think of you.

OOC: Old meme, but a good one.

Thu, 10 Aug 2006 20:59:06 GMT

Post to see what Piers thinks of your character.

Open, tag dream_departed, apocolypse_mind

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 15:59:21 GMT

A new day, a new journey. Piers has a portal all picked out, though all he really knows about it is that it's able to be sailed on. All he needs now is for someone to show up to share his adventure with.

((Hoping it's okay to be making a thread for all this.))

Open, Tag blue_fuzzy_elf

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 23:43:21 GMT

Piers hummed to himself as he went about fixing up his ship, making sure everything was in order for travel, since he'd be doing a lot of it recently. He was also pleased to note he remembered just about every trick he'd learned to show off, which admittedly wasn't very hard, as he only knew five. Still, it ought to at least be fun.

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 00:59:21 GMT

Respond to this post and I will give you the three words (or phrases) that I think MOST accurately describe you.

The cost? You have to return the favor by posting this in your own journal.

---

List three or four people you love, and three or four people you hate, with a comment to each. You are not allowed to say who, it must be guessed. Not sure how many of them will read this, but...

Argh!

We're family, and that means that we're there for each other. Since I arrived you've been nothing but kind to me and I hope to repay that sometime.

Every day you seem to grow a little stronger, and you have no idea how happy that makes me.

That you can act as you do proves that we are more than what we are meant to be. I'm proud to consider you my friend.

---

You're not unbeatable, whatever you might think, and you'll see that soon enough.

You cannot be forgiven, not only for the crime that touched my life, but for all of them. Not that you've done anything to show you warranted forgiveness in the first place. If you have any shred of decency left you'll leave while you still can.

Power is worthless without responsibility. The fact you realize this frightens me.

A Slow Day [Open to any]

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 20:46:02 GMT

Piers circles his own ship, wishing he'd thought to invite someone over for the day. The problems his friends were having couldn't be solved by further worrying, and so he'd been trying to distract himself, though with limited success. Search refused to come near the strange thing that was his master for any good length of time, smelling a seagull but sensing his master was overwhelming. Twist would just bark and chase and run, which had been very good, but she was sleeping now and would be for a while. And Shade -- well, Shade didn't make the best company.

But in the meantime, he had little to do but enjoy the ability to fly around while he had it, and look around to see if he had visitors or people close enough to talk to.

Tag pretty_feather, set before Dessa goes home

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 01:20:05 GMT

They can find plenty of places to fly inside the Nexus. He hopes. The trick will be finding somewhere that she won't be upset to see. If possible, he'd like to get her to go somewhere new, somewhere where her memories can't hurt her.

Tag apocolypse_mind

Fri, 21 Jul 2006 18:17:11 GMT

Piers had assembled a variety of joke books, lists of pranks and comedians on tape. He didn't have any funny movies at the moment, since even if he did he wouldn't have had any way to play them. He waited for Mewtwo to arrive, humming softly to himself.

OOC: Drabbles

Tue, 18 Jul 2006 04:58:59 GMT

Just cause. Expect more of these things, as I am taking a mandatory cut in RP time without the corresponding cut in free time and so... writing.

Character: Piers
Fandom: Golden Sun
1) Charting new places meant the world to him. For all his years, he'd lived more in these past few months then ever before, he'd seen things he never would have or could have imagined if he had stayed at home. When it came right down to it, his was a wanderer's path. He bonded with people, but he always loved new places. He had only one regret leaving home and he would have few never going back, now. He'd have to visit on occasion, to see his old friends again. But for the most part, his world was behind him.

2) 'No questions asked,' he knew, was often the ultimate test of friendship. To follow someone blindly was foolish, to follow them because they were in charge a poor reason unless they had earned that command. But to do something without knowing why, or to offer support to someone without knowing what they needed it for, simply because they were a friend, was a sign of the deepest kind of bond. He had learned it the hard way, time and again. Sometimes it bothered him that he had no idea what they were up to. But that was what trust meant.

3) There were always too few roads to take. Of course, if you wanted adventure there was always a new path to go down and if you wanted safety there was always the one you were on, but there weren't nearly enough. They all went forward, even if they did go different places. No, you never got anywhere by using roads, or at least, you never got anywhere worth getting. You had to make your own, and then let your friends use it. And sometimes your comrades had to make the road. But you couldn't let the road-makers fool you.

Lemurian Log 7

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 18:48:05 GMT

Well... I've lost track of time totally. Things've been hectic, honestly, but I think we may even have a chance to get closer to restoring our world.

I haven't seen Dessa in nearly a month, it's slightly worrying. But I'm sure she'll be fine.

I haven't seen that much of Edward either, though he pointed me in the right direction and things are coming along nicely.

Wondering about alcohol and whether what I've always thought of it is true. Perhaps I'll see sometime in the future.

((Random side note -- mun has an OOC journal now (eschmecktwieuch) should anyone need to bug him for whatever.))

OOC: Not back yet, sorry

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 17:00:12 GMT

Well, I have internet for the evening and hopefully tomorrow, but there've been some internet issues around here and so posting might be sporadic. Eh, close enough to back though, no?

--Norman

OOC: Brief Hiatus

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 17:38:27 GMT

Mun will be gone from tomorrow to the following Sunday, and there's a 99% chance of having no internet whatsoever during the interval. So, Piers needs to go away. Just say he's off gallivanting, maybe I'll think of something interesting :P on the trip. But anyway, Piers being Piers, he won't have told very many people about this (read: I think he's told one). Catch you all when I get back.

--Norman

Sailing -- Tag victormakesart

Sat, 24 Jun 2006 21:36:02 GMT

Piers waits patiently for Victor to arrive to go sailing. Everything's in place and honestly, he won't have to do much noticeably. A good portion of ship is run off of psynergy, though it still catches the winds when it can to save power, and once they get out to sea he'll abandon the automatic completely.

((Suddenly have stuff to do tomorrow but will reply often as I can.))