Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 118
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Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Sept 9, 2023 7:13:32 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/jFuywp7~png Sae attempted to watch Hilda enough to not seem like he wasn't paying attention, but also not just be looking at her constantly, and also wanted to keep an eye on the coffee machine so he wasn't standing in the way if she also wanted something to drink.
Which, she did, since she was holding a water bottle, but that wasn't a relief because he was still in the way of her getting to the ice and water dispenser. He did let out a little laugh (only slightly nervous) when she spoke. Finishing up a project.
"Aren't we all?" Sae answered, maybe only a touch miserably, getting his little paper cup and getting out of her way. "Not too much, just... ensuring everything's together for the upcoming zones." There was a reason most MMOs- all the ones he knew about, anyway- were. Uh. Linear. In that, they didn't....
Rely almost entirely on userbase decisions to know what expansion to release next. But. Um. Job security, and all that? He poured creamer in, and glanced over at Hilda. "Are- are you going? To the raid, I mean." Sae amended, anxiously. He... couldn't fathom it, really.
A whole bunch of people, battling massive legendaries or corrupted monsters- And everyone relying on you... it seemed a bit too much pressure, for him.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Sept 4, 2023 6:46:32 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/Xj9MQf5~png Sae had sent the message, put his phone away, and tried to fix this all as best he could. It... wasn't fixing. He'd get one side tucked, and then it would just ooze out the other, and it was a Sisyphean comedy of errors. But he heard the clip of heels, and looked up- Hilda, his saving grace. The only person he could ask for help with this- for two very good reasons.
The first being that they're friends. Asking anyone else meant the shame of admitting he needed help with something, but it was easier with Hilda. He gave a little laugh. "No, I just- I came up here so I figured I'd get one, and- " His grip on the pokeball shifted, and he focused the whole of his attention on keeping it enclosed.
The second reason was because of what his issue was, specifically. "I- It- It won't stay in-" He stammered, eyes flicking up to Hilda-
Another fatal mistake.
Attention diverted, whatever-it-was in the plastic pokeball chose then to attack, bursting free of one of the sides, lid sliding off with velveteen ease, something pink and plush swelling up in the fresh air.
It was a ditto plush, and it was extremely not basketball gatcha ball sized. It was, in fact, massive, and slowly becoming less vacuum sealed by the moment. It looked at Hilda with blank, dead, adorable black eyes. Sae looked like he might faint.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Sept 1, 2023 1:13:31 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/Xj9MQf5~png Sae- Sae had made several mistakes in rapid succession.
The first was- well- he knew the Rookery was going to be busy, but it was early, so he figured it might not be that busy. He mostly wanted to be somewhere quiet but available, in case he was needed for something early, and the Rookery wasn't it. But it would be to awkward to just get the SEER STAMP and instantly turn around and leave...
And, slowly, more mistakes piled together, until he was holding closed a basketball sized plastic pokeball with one hand, and furtively typing into Teams with the other.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
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Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Aug 25, 2023 22:13:13 GMT 9
S T A R [attr="class","grayed"] O N E | - Obtain Running Shoes - Complete the Catching Tutorial - Battle YOUR RIVAL (NPC) - Deliver the Package from Professor Ash - Equip 1 Pokemon in Each Skill Tree - Catch 3 Wild Pokemon - Start 2 Open Threads - Post in a Challenge Tower 3 times - Visit a Shrine - Upgrade your Tall Grass HP - Link your Application in your Mini-Profile - Make an Inventory and Link it in your Mini-Profile - Make a Journal and Link it in your Mini-Profile - Participate in a Story Quest |
| | S T A R [attr="class","grayed"] T W O | - Purchase at least 1 Tier 3 Upgrade - Hit over 100 in a Single Attack - Unlock a Core Ability - Trade 1 Pokemon (to a store or other player) - Defeat a Colossal Pokemon - Participate in an Egg Hunt - Encounter a Rare Pokemon in the wild - Form Change a Pokemon using an item or Shrine - Start 3 threads based on Route Exploration Objectives - Unlock 3 Trainer Titles - Obtain a Fishing Rod and 3 Magikarp - Change Trainer Subclass - Start a Pokemon Refresh and link it in your Mini-Profile - Use the rolling thread for a mechanical battle |
| | | - Meet 8 Major NPCs - Participate in a Raid - Encounter a Corrupted Pokemon - Give a Pokemon to a Professor (Ash or Bunya) - Exalt/Sacrifice a Pokemon at a Shrine - Meet 10 Player Characters - White Out in Battle - Visit the Everworld - Run a Scenario - Help Develop a Settlement - Obtain a strand of Legendary DNA - Join a Guild - Complete a Story Quest Line - Meet Up Offline with Another Player |
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Aug 25, 2023 22:12:35 GMT 9
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TRAINER CLASSES 00/24
TRAINER TITLES 00/30 |
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Aug 25, 2023 1:06:42 GMT 9
<Our Lord to seek the sun? Pray tell-> It's the espeon, head canted to the side as she crossed back onto the stage, tail flicking at Pignite as she passed. <He seeks not son, not blood-of-blood, but far more mount'nous land. He seeks the sons instead.> Facts arrayed, she huffed, turning forwards- a gleam of movement catching her eye. She slunk from the stage quick as she could, letting the Zubat and Pumpkaboo scamper in next, reaching with psychic energy to divert the misplaced sandbag.
She squinted up at Kazuki, and growled. What a little despot!
The two, naturally, began yammering. <But wait!>
<For warmest light? Is not the warmest light not sun- nor son- but flame? Unyielding but yet violent- Hark! Is not a flame yet here?>
The pumpkaboo shook their head <A flame? Perhaps a fling.>
<Ah, flung from high.>
<On high is where we'll rest, least once we've had a flame.>
<To spark this love?> Zubat asked, fluttering a bit eagerly.
<Ah, nay- to spark the greens of height- for what is height but solo love?>
<A thing to say when you don't fly.>
Blackthorne crossed back onstage, waving his hands as if to clear the air of bad smoke. "To burn? Why yes, tis I who burns- For want of shade. This heat is dreadful, cruel." He said, squinting up at the stage lights, and showily trying to fan himself with his own coat. "And how am I to find a courtship here? For want of any not of my own house estate?" Blackthorne gestured at the espeon beside him, who scrunched her face, and then towards the zubat and pumpkaboo still gossiping in the distance.
<'Tis fine a day my Lord-- p'raps we walk the garden?> She suggested, ears twitching a bit <There might yet be some of your own station, and yet free to chase and want.>
{Prompts}Espeon - give a speech - act without orders
Zubat - describe a visually dazzling move - engage in distracting banter
Pumpkaboo - attempt to conceal yourself - make yourself the center of attention
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Jun 20, 2023 11:03:55 GMT 9
Blackthorne offered the twin players a mysterious smile- Their looks of surprise had been... gratifying to see. He didn't often like startling or surprising others- he wasn't fond of jump scares, or similar pranks- but... maybe he could try it once in a while, as a treat.
He turned to glance over at the other as she spoke, looking at her with unabashed interest. He... had no idea what was going on, with this cult and their activities. And that was exciting. He listened to her, nodding gently. At her behest, Blackthorne moved to the spare cloaks, pulling one on as easily as he would get dressed in the morning. As predicted, it was perfectly his size- the magic of video games.
Blackthorne moved to join the other cultists, quietly releasing one of his new companions- a little espurr, kept from becoming soaked only due to the brief grace of his own class. The espurr tumbled forwards, joining the ring of chanting pokemon. They did not speak, but only held up their nubby arms, joining the chant in spirit.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Jun 16, 2023 0:32:42 GMT 9
Blackthorne remained where he was, watching the proceedings with half-lidded eyes. Flipping the script back onto Mom was... smart. He wasn't sure if it'd count for the backstory requirement, though. It was interesting, though- was this story a mix of his and Killian's? Other players? Some of the coders? Shaking away the possibilities of ethically-used AI, he glanced at the message the other player had sent.
At the mention of a particularly lonesome and sad Christmas- which, Sae had to admit, hurt- Blackthorne rose to his feet with a sigh. "Enough of this." He said, even and solid as a crisp marble floor. "What happened to you was not your fault." He let the sentence hang, turning his face away to pause- before looking back at their Mother.
Blackthorne's eyes were bright- Empathy, pity, anger, resentment, guilt, resignation. "But what you continue to do is. And we- We are not here to placate you, to give you the support you do not get from your parents- the support you fail to give us." Blackthorne shook his head, voice falling to a mutter. "Why do you think we stayed away for so long? It is no quick or simple process to attain a lordship, and yet, that is but one more thing..."
He raised his voice again. "We are not here to absolve you, Mother. Only you, and whichever Legendary you cleave to for support and salvation, can do that."
There was only silence for a few minutes, Blacthorne unyielding before their Mom pushed herself up from the table, rushed out an "Excuse me," and left the room.
Blackthorne let out a slow sigh, and sat back down, suddenly feeling quite tired.
It wasn't long, though, before their Mom returned, two boxes in her hands. "Here you both are. I- your father always wanted you to have these, when you were old enough..."
Blackthorne took one of the boxes, ensuring Killian had the other. "Thank you," He murmured, quiet and respectful. Good shoes were not a substitute for misplaced years- but they were a start, at least.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Jun 8, 2023 1:14:53 GMT 9
Blackthorne enjoyed walking the dark streets of Briarbane. It was a bit easier to focus on the gothic aspects of the gothic-western settlement. Like the ominous black wrought iron fountain, or...
Or the Church of the Ceaseless Downpour, which was the only other gothic thing. Blackthorne looked up at it- and frowned. There was no dark storm battering the black stone, no lightning or thunder at all. The sky above the Church was.... amicable.
So where had the storm gone?
The answer was apparant when he got to the sign. The priesthood had caled it within for service. Interesting- and question answered... but curiosity not sated. Blackthorne glanced up at the Church, again, and made his way up the hill.
He did not hesitate as he stepped through the doorway, feeling the rush of cold rain instantly against his hair and clothes. Blackthorne was grateful, then, Regent was safe in her pokeball.
Still, the rain was soothing, and with a straight back and confident, lazy smile, all manner of dress was intentional, and alluring- particularly if you were a Swimmer in a downpour. "Well," He purred, eyes flicking first to Saint, and then Kallisto. "A wondrous downpour to you both. Has fate herself led you here, hmm?"
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on Jun 3, 2023 4:28:33 GMT 9
The other man's- Killian's- response did manage a snort out of him, one he tried to smother. It was undignified, after all. He slipped into the kitchen with Mom- There wasn't much to help with, the lunch being sandwiches and chips, but he could, at the very least, carry the plates over to the table.
He could have simply texted a reply to Killian- I'm here for the tutorial, just like you!- but that wasn't very fun, now, was it? And disingenuous to who he was- Sae was there to get shoes and leave. Lord Blackthorne?
Blackthorne gave Killian a prim smile, and turned his attentions back to their mom. "Ah, mother- I trust this wasn't just about lunch? You said you'd gotten something for- us?"
"Right- but that can wait until after we've eaten." She said, clapping her hands a bit- and hurriedly gesturing for them to "Sit! Eat up- I hope you both like it."
Blackthorne finally sat, reclined regally in his chair, and opting to not eat. It felt- it felt like the sort of thing a pretentious person like Blackthorne would do. He did sip at an ice water, though- to make it clear he was participating, just not hungry at the moment. Mom noticed him, and shook her head. "Oh, Killian-" She paused, looking at him, now. "Are you not hungry, either...? Do you not like it?"
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 31, 2023 2:41:01 GMT 9
Blackthorne was tired. Raid prep was starting, which meant.... overtime, which was great for his wallet! But not his... uh, anything else. He'd carved out a little hour to log in, and sought out something... easy. On rails. Like- the tutorial quest, which he had been unintentionally ignoring.
Yawning, he followed the streets to mom's house, knocing on the door in lieu of just- barging in. Darien Blackthorne had standards.
"There he is- come in, dear, it's open!"
Now having a Formal Invitation, Blackthorne stepped into the home, stopping once he noticed the other trainer. It was strange- Sae would have been petrified. Blackthorne offered a winning smile and extended his hand. "Killian- my, it has been ages, hasn't it? You must not recognize me-" He gave a little, entitled huff. "I am Lord Darien Blackthorne, but 'Your Lordship' will suffi-"
"Darien!" Mom finally came out from the kitchen, hands on her hips as she looked up at Blackthorne. "You can't make your brother call you something so ridiculous!" She sighed, and looked between them. "Come help- lunch is almost ready." She turned, and bustled back into the kitchen.
Blackthorne frowned, watching her go, and shook his head. "Should one not be addressed by their rank and title? Have we really fallen so far?" Clearly displeased, he followed Mom into the kitchen- but not before typing a message into the chat.
Welcome to UNOVR! Let me know if you have any questions, and I'll do my best to help. You can reply by bringing up your UI- fold your hands open like a book- and tap the speech bubble in the corner.
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 29, 2023 6:41:15 GMT 9
Blackthorne sat on the edge of the theater's stage, looking at his pokemon. Some of them- some he adored. Regent? A delight. If he weren't on a stage, he would say the best mugging that had ever happened to him. His zubat and pumpkaboo? Wonderful. The little espurr? A baby, nearly falling over under the weight of their cravat.
The burmy he'd received from the tree?
Blackthorne sighed, pulling out the little pokeball, and stared at it. He didn't... like it. Mothim was... fine, but not quite suiting the aesthetics he was going for. Maybe he could trade it for something else?
He could go to one of the shops, or... He could roll the dice a little. Blackthorne waffled, and then quickly went through the ui prompts before he could change his mind again.
blackthorne offers burmy
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 19, 2023 10:56:06 GMT 9
#s://i~imgur~com/jFuywp7~png Sae loitered at the coffee-slash-cocoa-slash-hot water machine. It always felt like it took a while, but this late? With no one else here? It was taking years. He leaned against the counter, trying to mostly focus on his spotify playlist, and not the condition of the sky outside. The condition being.... way too dark. He hated driving home in the dark, but... What was there to do about it now?
Aside from putting a hammock up in his cubicle like a certain modeller.
And over the music he heard one of the doors click open. Sae whirled, eyes wide. Who could be coming in this late? There wasn't anyone here, right? Even the cleaning crew had left hours ago-
"Hilda," He breathed out, an exhausted relief bleeding into his voice. His heart was going to pound out of his chest. "I- I thought- Um, that there wasn't... an- anyone else working. Um. This late." There shouldn't be anyone else here this late? Right? Other people had good time management skills. And didn't have as much of a workload. Or were more stringent about their hours. Or had lives...
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 18, 2023 12:11:55 GMT 9
A FREEFORM BATTLE, HELD TO TEST THESE MEN
The curtains were closed, the lights dim. The crowd had gone silent, soft murmurs underneath. Slowly, the curtains parted-
The scene was one of a ballroom, with tall windows and ornate filigree. Sprawled in the high-backed chair to the side was Blackthorne, expression looking very fully like discontent.
In the silence, he picked himself off the throne, moving towards the center of the stage. "Pray- is it not the drive of man to seek out love and light, and claim it where he can?" Standing under the spotlight, he gave the crowd a helpless shrug. "And yet, 'tis not the nature, when sought, for the love to flee? And yet we seek it still..." He opened his hands helplessly, again, moving to cross behind his pumpkaboo, who squinted up at the lights. "Should not we reach for richness, for the grounding earthly pleasure? Lo- should not we reach true skyward, grasping for the light of those divine?" There, Blackthorne swept upwards, to his zubat- and then again towards the crowd. "And should we settle for a lifetime lonesome, without loving touch or aid?" With those words, the espeon appeared in a rush of glittering sparkles, charming and brilliant.
Blackthorne sighed, a hand curling over his heart. "And so it is that love will doom us- me," He corrected, looking plaintively over the crowd. "I wish you all to understand, and see." He bowed, dipping backwards closer to rhe curtains, to obscure himself from the crowd's sight- and give way to the second lead.
- give a speech - describe a visually dazzling move - attempt to conceal yourself Espeon, zubat, pumpkaboo
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Lord Darien Blackthorne
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 118
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Sae Endicott
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 72
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Post by Lord Darien Blackthorne on May 14, 2023 1:02:56 GMT 9
Blackthorne hated this, actually. The wobbly patrat stack, the awful trenchcoat. Having to see Kazuki again. It was all kind of a disaster. With a silly flourish, he lets out the zubat, which squeaks and spins in a little circle before honing in on the patrat. "Take them out! Use leech life!" He called.
The zubat ambled forwards, flapping as hard as he could to stay up, and shot a tiny little spine at them, which embedded itself uselessly in their trenchcoat. The patrat did not notice, however, and one squealed as if he had been Giga Canon'd.
Zubat grinned brightly at Blackthorne, looking for approval.
zubat used leech life Prompt 42: [Tower]0|qiLTjW1d50 1d50
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