Yui Kusanagi
10 September 2016 @ 09:28 pm
Hello everyone! I'd like to play a game if that's alright with everyone. :)

This is a game I'm going to call the "Positivity Game"!

How do you play? Leave a positive comment about someone else you know in Genessia. Other people can then reply to your comments to let you know what they think of you. Keep it positive and honest! If you make things up or are dishonest it won't mean as much, but a meaningful statement can really help someone feel good on a rough day. If you make someone else smile or feel good about themselves, then you win.

Let's get started everyone!

(P.S. Don't be mean- this is a positivity game, if you say something mean, I'll block you from the post and you'll be disqualified from the game!)
 
 
Karla
10 September 2016 @ 09:48 pm
[Action: Holodeck'd]

[A session of training just like all the rest. Karla spars with a bunch of illusionary swordsmen, parrying their blows with her blade seamlessly, as if it were a dance. That was about all she was doing, however; she wasn't actually trying to land a strike. Nor were they trying to strike her.

When the exercise ended, the scene faded, leaving her standing in an empty room. Karla looks down at her blade, almost in disappointment. The swordplay just isn't giving her any satisfaction. Not that it ever did. She isn't improving with her training; she's only keeping her skill from withering. She had only one reason for keeping up the sword, and that reason just doesn't exist in Genessia. She looks up again...how appropriate that she's standing in a room that's as empty as her heart.]


[Action: Colosseum]

[Training in the Attleton Colosseum isn't much different from Holodeck'd. The only difference being that her opponents were real, and not nearly as challenging as the Holodeck'd. After claiming her victory there, Karla takes a moment to ponder in the center of the arena, her face blank. There's no satisfaction here either, so she'll turn and begin to leave. Catch her on the way out, or just outside?]
 
 
Jarlaxle Baenre
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[That... that's it? Just a? Just... a. Well okay then that's not so-]

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[... So what the fresh hell is going on here? Right when it seems it might be over-]

peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers

she sells seashells by the seashore

Mumphry's Magical Macguffins


[Okay. Well now they must be done-]

.゚☆(ノё∀ё)ノ☆゚.

[RIGHT. WELL. Finally the feed clicks on, and reveals Jarlaxle's grinning face, in all it's dark and eye patched glory, charming and debonair.]

Good day, sirs and ladies!

I cannot say I did expect such a trip this evening, but then I cannot say the sight is too terribly unwelcome, at least for the moment.

What strange world have I awoken in, I cannot say for sure, I've never been in such an odd city in all my years, but to say that is such a novelty, I cannot find enough ire to protest it.

Indeed with this, I have no idea what this device does or is, but as I can see it repeating my words and face at me, I find no immediate issue with it. I have, however, noticed that there are but yet more of you speaking through this odd device.

Please do feel free to enlighten me as to how this works.

But do allow me to introduce myself, I am Jarlaxle, and it is delightful to, indirectly at least, meet every last one of you. I do so dearly hope to truly meet you all face to face.