Sutoratosu

We're moving on immediately after the interactions for Exlink, and Kenny/ Dobby/ Flux are finished. I've lost all patience and quite a bit of the interest I managed to find again after the holdiays. Chapter 2 will be up by the end of this week; nothing can postpone it in my mind at this point. I'm going to try to finish up the scenes we have going, but if the date comes and responses aren't in, I'm cuttin em off, end of dsicussion. An update will be out later today.

You're being a bit too hard on yourself, in my opinion. While yes, you have experienced a failure or two hosting your first RP, did you quit and give up, go hide in the corner? No, you didn't, you actually did the exact opposite and got back up and tried again by making the Magistrate Council (I don't know the exact status of that by the way, didn't really follow it that closely). You could've surrendered when things went south for you as a host in that instance, yet you showed enough courage not only to rise again, but to persevere and keep going, taking what you learned from that failed experience with you into the future. No one is perfect, flux, it's alright, we're all just human, man. Hosting is a rather complex job that has a considerable learning curve at first; everyone makes a few screw ups here and there their first time around, but that what mistakes are for; to give the opportunity to improve. Hell, I'm still making a crap ton of mistakes left and right, look at PSS for gods sakes, I don't know what the hell I'm doing over there because I was originally a explicit Sci-fi guy when it came to my stories; and if you go and look at my other stories Surge Story or Exodus: Beyond Eden, both of which are Sci-fis, and compare them and how smoothly they go compared to Project Sky Slayer, you'll see the proof right then and there, and you can ask anyone else whose in PSS and either of those, I'm sure they'll agree there's a difference in quality. I'm a fish out of water whose trying to learn to breath air. But you know what, I'm not lying down and giving up, I'm logging and tracking everything, getting feedback here and there, cataloging the data so that I can improve my strength in the Fantasy Genre in the future, I may trip and stumble alot, but I keep getting back up. And so do you flux. I haven't seen you give up once on here. Trip up, yes, but Give up? no. You keep getting back up, and you keep going and fighting forward, and you know what? that's what we call perseverance and courage. It is only those who are not daunted by the prospect of possible failure that ever go anywhere in life, while the people of lesser will power stay behind and tremble in fear of their own damn shadows. I think you're one of the former Flux, not the latter. Hosting is a gig that you get better at with experience. if it were easy right from the start, well... everyone would be doing it right off the bat without working up to it, now wouldn't they? You have learned from your past shortcomings, I can tell in how you run the Awakened that you truly have. Skills are called skills and not talents for a reason; Skill is something you have to genuinely work at and put effort into; a talent is just a knack for something that you get handed at birth and have no control over what you get. By the vary definition, one must experience failure before they can truly begin to build up their skill, for without it, things stagnate and become boring. And I want ya to know something; The Writing Competition for the RP forums? the reason I included you in that when I thought of people who should have a hand in it's establishment was precisely what I said above; You don't give up, you keep trucking forward, learning as you go, and in the end, that's all we can really do in life. And that's where most of my respect for you comes from; The fact that despite what you might think about yourself, in my eyes you seem to be a rock, strong and resolute who will withstand the storms raging around him and give a base to build anew once the carnage is said and done. I'd say more, and maybe make this a bit more coherent and flow better, but... it's nearly 2am over here and I had to do some shit with a research paper last night and only got three hours of sleep, so...

I'm going to try to PM Grass tommorow and here's the player roster that's left from what I can tell so far: -Grasssnake485 (Busy with IRL and such, which is why she has...) -Myself (Co host and Proxy) -Absol (Haven't seen him in a while... Verdance may be dead in terms of Players...) -Zephyr -Murdoc (Currently still on hiatus till he regains interests from what I understand) -Sparky -K_H -Snap Crackle Pop -Darklight 8 out of the original 13 remain... this is feeling a bit too much like the show Survivor for my liking. Anyways, I'll be trying to discuss details about the plot advancement and pacing and see if Grass wants to just let me handle all of the updates for her when she's busy over the way we have it now with me handling seacrest and tempest and her handling Verdance and Mystique, which often results in some falling a bit and getting a little left behind in things. Hopefully she'll see it... and I can get to breathing some life back into this.

Seacrest Macmillan followed behind the soaking wet bird as she made her way down the corridor from the throne room, himself shaking his fury violently in order to repel the water that had swamped him, sending droplets everywhere, but none on Otto or Artemis themselves. The doorway up ahead to the left had a sign pinned high above the arched door way, spelling out in big black font that it was the Castle Storage Chambers, along with a message... with some rather choice insults to any would be theives. "What's you're business here?" a voice demanded from behind the trio as they prepared to enter beyond. A blinding light accompanied the question, held up in their faces and making a simple inquiry feel like an interrogation of sorts. "I suggest you start the talking, because I've got even less mercy for Thievery than Lady Mira herself does." the blinding light, however, obscured any view of who the inquisitor was... but Artemis and Mac could both recognize the voice...

Eh, maybe if I can get the launcher to work right I'll jump on there one of these days. looking forward to it

"For the time being, yes," Anver nodded, surprisingly collected about the whole matter. "But likely not for much longer, which brings us down to business; I hear you have possible intelligence on the location of Utopia's command center and are contemplating sending an infiltration party, and for obvious reasons, if this is true, I'd like to be personally accompanying the force you dispatch for the job... and if it isn't, well, I'd like to propose to you that you do consider an operation against them. Of course, my request doesn't come without something being given by myself to you in return," He looked Cedric in the eyes, face completely unreadable as he offered up what help he could be worth, "I was once CEO of a very notable corporation in New York, spent five years in the position, and over those five years I gained a considerable number of friends and allies all over the country, and a few overseas as well. When all this... business with the pillar started, well as you and everyone else in this room knows, things got less than picture perfect for a lot of people's lives, especially with their own government condemning them as criminals for no other reason than them having been affected by whatever the massive piece of stone in NYC is... a sizable amount of my contacts from over the years cut off all ties to me and wanted nothing to do with me or my family after they found out about my fugitive status... but the vast majority, those who were truly friends of mine and knew who I really am as a person, didn't care about what the government called me, still don't care, they were, and still are, willing to lend me any assistance they can, be it intelligence, supplies, a little money in tight spots, or a bail out in certain situations even, And I have various ways to get in touch with any and all of them when needed, as well as contingency methods." To prove his point he pulled out the same high end, sleek burner smart phone he'd used to call Alan earlier in the evening, placing it on the desk with the screen on; open to the contacts book... which had quite the small scroll bar to the right side, name after name listed like some sort of roster of confidants... which is precisely what it was. "My proposal is simple," Anver continued. "Please, help me get my family back from these monsters calling themselves messiahs, and you'll have full use of my network, you'll have eyes and ears in high places, relatively easy access to supplies, materials, weapons even, so long as the requested items aren't anything too illegal... smuggling in an AK47 from Russia is about as far as my friends are willing to go in terms of playing with the US Law outright, but drugs and nuclear materials or any CBRNs for that matter are completely out of the question. Though, I'm sure such a fine organization as yours would have no use for those anyway... or, at least , I honestly hope you wouldn't."

Stratos used Search Bar! One-hit KO! The foe Zephyr's Inquiry fainted! There ya go.

Kenny "So that's what the damn letter was babbling on about," the old man sighed, lowering his leg back to the floor and closing his reading material. "You're one of the pope's lackeys then... fine, go on, what do you want? Don't be shy, not like I can charge you anything... not without apparently being arrested for it, at least." Chimchain "A letter that was circulated around the city's commercial areas," The shop keep said cryptically as he exited from the counter with the sack in hand. His hands moved across various shelves with surprising grace and dexterity as he walked from shelf to shelf around the store, swiftly swiping inventory and stuffing it into the burlap like he was robbing the place. "This evening, Magistrates made the rounds to all the shops in the city during their patrol; gave us slips of parchment containing certain instructions claiming to have come from the pope himself over in Cithalos. We're all under orders to relinquish any nessacary supplies from our inventories to a group of young warriors dispatched by the Papacy... the phrase that the letters say they would identify themselves by was "The Stars led us here", whatever that means..." He moved back behind the counter after finishing his supply compiling by including a few water-skins in the sack, taking out a small knife and making four notches running vertically near the opening of the cloth bag. His hands next took out a golden string from beneath the counter and threaded it through the cuts, tying the opening tightly shut before tossing it to Trystane. The weight of the bag threatened to send the hunter toppling to the floor like an archer knocked from their ledge by a thrown stone. "There." The man said, returning the Knife and spool of golden thread to their places beneath the counter top. "I've given you a few weeks worth of jerky and rice along with some cooking pots and water skins. I don't carry Utensils here though; If you wish for those you'd best look across the square at the weapons shop; they forge such things on the side along with the weaponry they sell. And I suggest taking a gander at the Cartographer's office next to it as well if you're going on an extensive journey." Supernovae ((I'm just going to hold onto his updates until he gets back)) Murdoc Gold district was where Matrim and Elimus found themselves before too long, though perhaps Gold was an over statement, given that the roofs of this level where all more of an off yellow than a metallic one. The hulking Hell Mount said nothing as he trotted behind the Highway Man's footsteps, casting the occasional glance at passers by, intimidating more than a few of them with his size coupled with his prescence. After a few rounds of people moving out of the two's way whispers began circulating around the street goers... whispers concerning an armored man with a fierce looking Battle Axe by his side and a War Horse following in his wake... surely a warrior sent by none other than the church. Some even speculated that he was a high ranking member of the Army, others pointed out the flaw in that theory being the little amount of armor he was wearing, while even more proposed that the Hollowed Knights Tactali itself had been revived and the fellow was a newly appointed member of the order... and every last muttering caught the steed's hearing as if it were being said right next to him. "Seems we've caused a bit of stir just from our appearances," Elimus said, trotting a little closer to Matrim., easily casting the man in his shadow. "It would likely be easy to get a few directions from one of them as to where to find adequate food... if they can stop their rumor spreading and staring long enough to listen, that is." What happened in the plaza after everyone departed to get supplies... "Lord Gilwyn, do think very carefully about what you're doing," Pope Eerie warned, standing across from the Ex-Chimera White commander and returning the man's spiteful gaze with one of his own. Twas just the two of them in the plaza; The Apothecary and the Dirosi man and girl had taken the Magistrate and left with the others. The two surviving General's of the Church Army had meanwhile had exited back inside the Keep to deal with a few... issues, namely the matter of getting Rossephus medical care. "You're among the only one still alive within my ranks who has any legitimate experience with True Magic and the Supernatural, and with all that is to come in the future, I'll most definitely need your service more than ever." "As I've already said, I'll not spend another minute of my time serving you," The Sorcerer Hunter said coldly, nearly as much as that radiating off the melting ice field behind him and the Holy Man. "Do you truly expect me to simply look past all that's been revealed to me tonight, sweep it under the rug in my mind and just go on being a lap dog to your institution, some dumb and happy servant who lives to please? You've been lying every single day you've held the Papacy, perpetuating the massive deception of the Church's true purpose and it's past, you and all your predecessors right down to Rodac Tactali himself probably. You were all cowards, formulating the lie of god just to hide your own plotting in the world, all to hide your own interests... and that quite frankly disgusts me." "As we already told you," Leonore said, his face hardening a little at Gilwyn's criticism. "It was all for the greater good that the truth remain unknown to the Commoners, lest upheaval arise and complicate things. Yes, we've lied and we've decieved, we've rise false messiahs and preached false verses... but it was a nessacary evil. A sheep with the wool over it's eyes can't panic as it's being taken to slaughter. "Lambs, eh? How interesting." Gilwyn said, beginning to circle around the holy man in a slow, steady walk that struck a bit of unease in his heart. "Was your crime tonight necessary as well then, your not so holiness? Were all those people who died when you knowingly destroyed the spheres just fodder for some "Greater Good"? Were their lives so worthless, that they were mere sheep to be taken to the slaughter for the sake of this fantastical war you keep spouting on about? This war which has very little actual evidence that I can see aside from the products of your own conspiring over the years?" He grinned, sarcasm thick with his next sentence as he turned and began pacing the man in the opposite direction, hands folded behind his back. "Or perhaps this God of yours demanded a blood sacrifice this fine night? Is that so, Eerie, did the lord demand the life stuff of innocents to make his return to the world? Did this fraud, this wretched giver of false hope and false salvation, suddenly develop a taste for the flesh?" "Don't condemn me for sacrificing a few cattle in order to save the herd." Leonore snarled, going to begin tuning to the spheres in his mind... before quickly recalling the fact of what he'd done to them earlier... "You utilized the exact same principle and justification with your hunts; Kill a few to save the many. Trying to turn the tables only makes it clear how much of a hippocrit you are, boy; do you really think that your slaying of families for the sake of preventing households from sprouting another sorcerer is any different from what I've done tonight?" Gilwyn stopped his circling, his anger steadily beginning to rise like a raven taking flight... "Don't you dare try to pull that bullshit round-about with this," He demanded, beginning to step towards Eerie. "The threats I eliminated were very real, with the tragic exception of Matrim's family, which is, by the way, just as much your fault as well as mine since you protected the true culprit from me. Back before the Nix War Sorcerers posed a huge threat multiple times throughout history; It's been a proven fact that using the dark arts can lead to nothing but chaos and destruction eventually. Aside from the.... last case, every person I've killed over my career has rightly deserved the death sentence for their actions." "So children deserved death for the sins of their father or mother?" "You know damn well that I and every single other commanding officer supported the Dereliction of that particular duty unless evidence proved that the family knew of what was going on and willingly withheld the information." "But did children have to die, even still? I could understand eliminating spouses and relatives like brothers and sisters, but their children? what could they have done to stop the situation, having lived under their parent's protection their entire lives and likely told to reveal nothing, that what was being done wasn't wrong, but actually morally right? how many of them had justification shoved down their throats and were groomed to be as helpful as rocks in the event that you came and investigated the family? Face it, Belachi, Your hands have just as much blood on them as mine." Enough of this... Gilwyn thought to himself, beginning to concentrate through his still steadily rising indignant anger and gather energy at his finger tips, feeling a familiar tingling sensation as the spell's tension started to build...The bastard's clearly going to circle jerk this whole fucking conversation to try to undermine his own guilt by addressing mine. But it doesn't matter... His appropriate sentence will be carried out by my hand tonight either way, whether he admits to his crimes or not. "My body count never went up quite as far as a few tens of thousands of people" He said simply, revealing his hand from behind his back and visualizing the power he'd gathered there flaring and flickering like flames licking up at the night sky, watching without surprise as his will brought forth the very desire and his hand ignited into a small inferno, so powerful Gilwyn felt as though he stood next to a furnace, yet leaving the skin and fabric of his coat unharmed by it's intensity. Eerie could feel the heat like a gout of hell fire had been lit next to his face, shielding himself with his arms and backing away from the Magic Wielder. All the while Gilwyn's spiteful gaze remained fixed on him, the orange fires cloaking his hand casting a ghastly luminescence on his face, expression cold as stone. "But it may well about to have one more added to it. Consider this as me avenging all those who were murdered by your hands tonight." "Get out here!" Leonore shouted in a panic as the former servant of the lord advanced. "Now damn it!!" "That's right," The Lord Commander cracked a cruel smirk. "Signal those two for help so that they can face the same justice. You all were in on this crime, afterall. And once you've been made to pay, Artel will be the next to fall. All those who willingly break the laws shall find their punishment eventually... especially those who harbor sorcerers within their ranks knowingly." Before Eerie could say anything in response, the man created a powerful image in his mind's eye, fueled by his anger and disgust at the one standing before him. The scene he painted on that blank mental canvas was one of the flames engulfing his fore arm and hand leaping outward, soaring through the air like a pouncing tiger and igniting Eerie in combustion, catching the man's clothing and burning him down to nothing but cinders. The vision was strong, fearsome even, with Gilwyn going so far as to add in what he imagined to be the god awful smell of burning flesh and the Pope's screams of agony to the scene, completing it all... and the next moment, he let the vision go, pushed it out of his mind and paid no attention to it any longer, watching as the flames immediately responded to the deadly order, arcing out as if hit with lamp oil and falling all upon the holy man, sending him scrambling to the ground flailing as his body was destroyed by heat and light. Within less than a few minutes there was nothing left but ash and bone fragments. The murderer had been cremated with nothing more than a few thoughts from the Warlock... and the wind came by the next second and blew the majority of the cinders up into the black heavens, giving Eerie his final resting place... scattered among the city rooftops, that is. The sound of the door to the keep being thrown upon and about a dozen armored boots hitting the stones alerted him to presence of the Commanders before they actually spoke, voices tinged with rage at discovering they were too late, just in time to find Eerie dying though. "His holiness...Belachi, you damn traitor! seize him, show no mercy!!" "You brought swords to a battle of magic," Gilwyn remarked, simply glancing over his shoulder as the two old soldiers and those Nix guard members who had accompanied them out of the keep drew their weapons. The fires around his arms and hands blazed once more... giving an ominous warning of what was to come. "You lost before you even set foot out of that damn castle just now." It was back to the canvas again for him, except this time a different image to paint in his mind's eye; The fires adorning his fists becoming bright lines of hot orange energy and snaking down into the earth itself unseen, slithering it's way beneath the stones over to the Commanders and their lackeys, only to erupt beneath their feet and torch every single one of them as the power transformed back into flames. The familiar tug of the potent forces at his command was oddly satisfying as he pushed the image out of his mind after only a few seconds of visualizing, yoking all attention from it, just as he had the other. The fires around his palms dimmed considerably. His programming for the spell went to work immediately and a moment later a bout of heat on his cheek and the sight of a wall of flame bursting up through the cobble stones and the screams of the reinforcements served as all the certification he needed to be sure justice had been properly meeted out here. No point in sticking around to check the after math... the fools would burn just as nicely as Leonore had. "Chimera White holds no allegiance to the church anymore," he declared to the dying soldiers as he walked away, "We may have suffered a dear loss this night with our best slain, but so long as I live and have the will to continue... I will not allow us to die out. We shall recover, and rest assured, if you were telling the truth tonight about all of this, and something truly is coming, We'll find out, and we'll do all we can to help contribute to stopping whatever it is. But we won't do it under the orders of a false institution such as yours, an institution which lies and cheats and is a harbinger of false hopes that views the lives of the small-folk as less than cattle. When you see Leonore Eerie in hell, be sure to tell him that's my answer to his request." He willed for the fires on his person to die as he shoved his hands deep into the pockets of jacket, the flames going out without even a bit of smoke left behind. "Tell him that Chimera White hereby renounces it's loyalty to your false faith. Tell him... that Chimera White works for me now." The scream that answered his relay request was completely unintelligible... but he wouldn't have bothered listening even if it had been.

seacrest "You should already know," Lady Mira said, a bit miffed that the Swablu was wasting time, and by extension money, by sitting here asking her questions the girl should've already known the answers to herself. "Seek out Depth in the storage chambers; She is the Quartermaster of Seacrest. Now begone," She gave another wave of her regal tail. "Time is money, girl, and if you stand here wasting anymore by asking useless questions, I might be inclined to rethink your service to Seacrest...get back to work, child." Tempest "Over there," Ace said, gesturing with one of his talons at a large swath of fallen Dungeon dwellers near a corridor leading out of the room. "The lizard and Vincent and Roy were caught up in the thickest of the fighting here; so that path right there is our best bet to following them given the number of fools unconscious on the ground." With that said, the tailow veered off and flew down the natural hallway, Roy saying a few muffled things through his gag and taking off after the bird in a hurry...

He kinda looks like he's hating his job at that moment :/ really, it's like that's exactly what he was thinking to himself, the way he's kinda grimacing

Updates for this will be coming soonish In addition, I'm going to try to talk to grass soon to see what can be done about maybe speeding the plot up a little aside from me actually updating regularly and getting the story rolling a bit more.

I forgot about him while I was still bitching about some people still having not done anything. He'll be included in the next update.

"Anver Dun," Anver said, rising slowly from his seat and offering his hand to the man who was apparently this 'Cedric' he'd been hearing about, though he had to admit he'd expected someone looking a bit more... official. But eh, this was a group of rebels against the government, after all... "I've had a run in with these Utopia Terrorist myself; The bastards kidnapped my family and threatened to kill them unless I eliminated the Bar Tender at the party tonight, though I abandoned the mission when I was actually faced with the opportunity to pull the trigger. From what I understand, he happens to be a crucial agent of yours..."

I'm going to give this current chapter another few days, finish up the current interactions going on, and then I'm just ending this and moving us on to chapter 2. Things have dragged on long enough as it is and We've gotten barely anything of actual note even accomplished in the story yet. EDIT: actually, Big and whits are already pretty much over, and the vixen and Garren thing is done... and Kenshin's scene is nearing it's end and can really just as easily be described as an afterthought during the chapter 2 intro... so Ch.1 will probably be ending today. And no, there will be no questionare at this time. because again, haven't gotten anything worth really mentioning done in the story. EDIT2: and by the way, folks, I'm going to start instituting Deadlines in the story for the end of certain group interactions.