I woke up before everyone else. It was sometime around 7:50. I decided to get up and sit outside for a while. I sighed as I stared into what I could see of the sky. All I've ever done in life was mess things up. I've been the death of several people, faked being another person, and left an innocent warden to die. I took my pass out of my pocket and stared at it. I hate my life...

The question caught Sanaca by surprise, she wasn't expecting her Gwen to ask, but she complied.

"I don't know if you would call it a secret, but I healed A bandit that attacked me. I'm just worried that if Archemiday found out, he might, I don't know, think differently of me." Sananca looked into Gwen's eyes. "But I guess I shouldn't be worried about that." Sighing she said, "Gwen, I know what you've done, or at least have heard rumors about it, but I want to know that you can get past that point in your life. You've done nothing to me that would make me think otherwise of you. Sure I don't want to stick to you like glue, but I don't want to think about it either." Sanaca got up. "We should follow Arche's lead, let's get some rest." And with that, she went upstairs to sleep on the floor with Archemiday.

Red woke up. It was pitch black, there was no wind. He inspected his back. Whoever had done this was a really good healer! He opened his arsenal, dropping 1,000 crowns on his bed. However much he wanted to see this healer, he needed to get out of the town. He shouldn't be here. People meant trouble. And trouble got you killed. Changing into his proto armor, which was in better condition then his cobalt, he opened a window, dropped down and rolled to safety.
Standing up, he headed into the direction of the crafting machine, stopping in every shadow, making sure no one was following him. After a few minutes of this, he found it. Putting in the neccesary materials, he threw in his brandish. While that began to craft, he put his cobalt armor in for repair. Waiting a few minutes, he took them out, when he heard a sound behind him. Ducking, he twirled around, stabbing upwards. It hit nothing. Looking around him, he couldn't see anything or anyone. This town was creepy. It had an odd sense of foreboding around it. He wanted out. Running through the town, he jumped over objects silently. He ran for his tree house, looking back every few minutes, his mind telling him someone was following.

I wake up feeling refreshed and hungry. I step downstairs to the kitchen for a bite to eat, but then I remember that I have no cash. I approach the bartender and ask, "Say, could I entice you to trade me food in exchange for work?" The bartender strokes his beard thoughtfully, looks around, then declares, "Clean up the place, and I'll make you a decent breakfast." I salute cheerfully and reply, "Deal!"

The inn is dusty as heck, the tables are disgusting, and every corner has cobwebs. I sigh, grab the broom, and get to work.

First, I whip off those cobwebs. Any spiders get expertly sliced by my sword. Cool, right? The dust gets swept from off the counters, tables, shelves, and floors, and swept out onto the street. Dang, this is more fun than I'd have imagined! Cleaning the tables is a welcome challenge; I find a rag, spit into it (saliva is sanitary, I hear), and wipe the crum off the tables.

Don't tell anyone my little secret, okay? No need to gross anyone out. Thanks.

Once finished, I replace the broom and rag to their original places and march up to the bartender for my payment. He came out to check my work, and had to pick his jaw up off the floor. "How...how the heck did you do that so fast!?" he asks, flabbergasted. "Hungry diligence, I reckon," I reply cheerfully. He composes himself, goes back into the kitchen, and prepares the finest breakfast I've seen in years. It tastes just as heavenly, too. He really nailed those scrambled eggs, I must say. Once I finish that glorious meal, I thank the bartender profusely and dart out the door, ready to take on the world.

Hey look, even my shoulder is healed now!

I step outside to see Arch examining a piece of paper. "Hey Arch! What's that you've got there?"

Sanaca woke up to find the room deserted. Archemiday was gone and the Knight, who's name was still a mystery, to her was also gone, a pile of 1000 crowns the only indication of his existence. A bit worried, she ran down to find Gwen greeting Archemiday just outside the Inn, she relaxed and met up with them.

OOC: Well that's what I thought, I have a strange addiction to reading wikis but more so for video games, I just wasn't sure. As for YT I was referencing the fact that Mekikoi doesn't know what YT is. OH GAWD I'm hitting that point! Dont even know which RP is which, but since Ise is in this one, whatever...

(OOC so apparently my tree house has a door? seems legitXD)
Red woke up. e couldn't shake the feeling off. Something had followed him, he was sure of it. Maybe it was because of his recent crafting. Probably some bandits. Whatever it was, he needed to find out immediately. Jumping down from the tree, he charged his fireburst brandish, and set the trees around him on fire. He kept twirling, each time more and more light was produced. It was starting to look like daylight, just red. Diving imbetween a gap, he ran, sprinting towards the town. Surelely it wouldn't dare show its face over there! Turning around, he took out is blast and shot into the darkness. He heard nothing. He kept running, and began to charge his bomb. Hopefully it wouldn't fail him this time. Dropping it silently, he continued to run, waiting for the explosion.
WOOSH! The air around him pushed him backwards. He fired shots from his blaster in every direction, hoping to catch the appearance of... something. He still wasn't sure what it was. Still nothing. Turning around, he began to jog towards the town. If anything, at least it would provide some cover.

Regarding Red...
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Before Red had run far, he nearly ran into his pursuer.

It was the most hideous being he had ever seen. The first thing he noticed was its piercing yellow eyes, staring intently into his soul, watching him the way a predator watches its prey. Its skin, or what was left of it, was matted with the dried blood of the condemned and blackened from the flames of suffering and despair. Its body seemed devoid of nourishment and care. There were scarred, bloodied stumps where its breasts had been, and its head was completely shaven.

Black wings lay folded on the creature's back, and its long, razor-sharp claws extended from its fingers. Four sharp fangs were visible when the creature opened its mouth.

i FoUnD yOu.
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Regarding Gwen...
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I nod in agreement. "It's okay Arch. I won't make you talk about it if you don't want to." Arch stands up, pockets the paper, and asks me, "Gwen, do you remember any orders from when you were one of Freyja's Valkyries?" I nod and cross my arms. "My first order was to establish diplomatic relations with the native inhabitants of Isora. The solution I settled upon was to create a unified council consisting of representatives sent from each race and nation. In hindsight, my choice of location for the council was less than tact, but it did the job."

"The only other order I ever got was...was...I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about it anymore." I bow my head in solemn remembrance.

HM. She never got the order to capture me then. "Sana, Gwen, shall we head out?"

Doubled

/ooc: guys?

Seriously... guys? anyone there at all? i'm not sure wether to move on until you guys make another move.

(OOC: @Ariav: By power-playing my character in your post, you've severely limited my play options. If you have to choose between having a short post for lack of anything to write and power-playing a character to make a long one, make a short post. Anything is better than power-playing, unless the affected player gives you permission.

Now to critique your power-play.
*The creature's skin is only thick enough to withstand claws and such, not crafted weaponry.
*The creature is human, Ariav. I think its battle tactics are smarter than just "leap and pray."
*Its inexperience is balanced by its combat skill. It won't easily get hit by weapon strikes, and will undoubtedly land some vicious swipes on Red.

We need to settle the combat together, okay? No more power-playing.)
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Returning to Gwen's perspective...

I sigh and cross my arms. Something doesn't feel right today. "Okay, we'll explore the forest. Just...can we stick together?"

We venture into the forest. The place looks dead and very dreary. Tall, scorched trees line our path, and decomposing leaves carpet the forest floor. Any trees that aren't scorched are dried and withered. There are even a few animal skeletons in the distance, their bones rotting and filled to the brim with ants. At least there's something alive in this forsaken place.

I spot a particularly strange-looking tree in the distance. A second look revealed it to be a treehouse of sorts. "Hey, guys! There's a treehouse over there! Let's go take a look."

My heart suddenly dives into the pit of my stomach. Something terrible is going on there, I just know it.

I seathed my flourish and drew my blaster, advancing to the house slowly along with Gwen and Sana.

Sanaca was astounded at the swift reaction and the even more rapid dispatching of the seemingly furious creature. Sanaca shook her head, dashed forward, and began looking Gwen over..

"You okay?" She paused, staring at the profusely morbid scene laying on the ground, an ominous feeling struck her, one that could only be described as familiar, yet rejective. "That- that's... What?"

Random First Person Mode Activating.

"Less of a Huntress and more of a blood thirsty beast." I said shaking my head, still repelled at the disgusting thing on the ground. I sighed, "I suspect that you know more about this then you're letting up on." I forced myself to take another look at the beast, then looked back at Gwen. "Something about it, makes me feel very uncomfortable. What about you Arche?"

First Person Mode Deactivating

Sanaca was taken a back by the expression that formed on Gwen's face. She was clearly angered, and if Sanaca didn't know better, even hurt.

"Wait, Arche." Sanaca turbed back to Gwen, trying to look into her eyes. "Gwen, what's wrong?"

Sintag!!! We need some time reversing action over here!

Ariav, you can't just do that, I didn't save you for nothing! And guys, guys, let's all just calm down, I understand that you both are having issues with each other, so let me just express what me, a by stander, thinks, so that we can resolve this issue. If you really don't want to play anymore, then I understand, but please reconsider first.

Thin, I believe that you introduced your own clone as an addition to the story, to provide some antagonist action and to satisfy part of your back story. You employed it on Red out of convenience, or just because. You didn't want Red to outright just defeat your clone, because you wanted to confront it yourself. You were angered when he treated your clone just as a sort of obstacle that was easily bypassed, and you didn't like how Ariav defeated it so easily, by easily, I mean 'power play'.

Ariac, I believe that you did not fully realize what exactly it was that Thin made attack your character, so you wrote a scene describing how you would fight it, assuming it was just something to bring out some action. You didn't completely understand what it was, but guessed that it was some sort of beast. You are mad, because Thin 'power played' through her own clone, while complaining about how you did so yourself.

I don't want some pointless feud to come out of this, so let's just take a step back, take a deep breath, and try again, okay? I understand that you are both not exactly happy about the other's actions, but that is the woe of such a loose RP.

How did I control your character? You said he was going to his treehouse, correct? You left it at that. If he were uninterrupted, isn't it reasonable for me to wait for him to reach it? So yeah, insofar as I made your character reach his destination, I power-played him.

But how your character reacted to the monster was left entirely up to you. You didn't have to react to the horror themes I have you. I didn't make your character react that way. I did not power play your character beyond making him reach the house you yourself sent him to.

I was not unreasonable in asking for you to stop power playing, either. By rights, I could have demanded that you edit your post. I could have overwritten your story. But I did not ask that of you, did I? I was prepared to let your story continue. I did not get angry at you, and any emotions you attributed to me were completely imaginary. I was being VERY reasonable with you.

I think I see where you're coming from. Allow me to explain this thing.

"Power-playing" is defined as "using another player's character without permission." I see now that you were attempting to avoid it by stating that the character's attacks did no damage, but you see, that makes no difference. What if I wanted my character to be harmed? You robbed me of the freedom to write my own reaction by writing it for me. Ruining your plans is not power-playing because that is not part of how the term is defined. I don't mind my plans being ruined; in fact, that's what makes roleplaying so fun! Bring on the plan-ruining! I love it. But don't power-play. That's a totally different concept.

Put simply: You can ruin someone's plans by power-playing, but you cannot power-play by ruining someone's plans.

Edit: to put it another way, power playing is not "doing stuff to someone else's character without permission." That's called "interaction."

Herp, double post

This is my first rp, so I may have this wrong but....

He ran inside and hastily shut the door.

Red didn't touch it.

You actually did move my character so... Herp.

hey ulti!

Nvm, I don't wanna know.

And might I just say Thin, that for some strange reason, you're just one of those people that seem to carry a high authority to them, with great disdain and act really nonchalantly, but even if you don't that's how I read all your posts, it might be your choice of profile picture, or it just might be your intelligence, nonetheless, something about you always seems to be overbearing...

And, man I feel like I'm being just overly cynical lately, but I just wondered if you realized that...