The Outlook

[dragonrazor]

The dark figure in the ravenblack chair, sitting nigh the wolf, raised an eyebrow at the appearance of a newcomer to the Outlook. He shrugged, and went back to his conversation with the Vulfen one, and grinned. "That reminds me. What do you know of the character Krystal Sky from Starfox?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Maybe because you limit the types of characters you are willing to write/play with? I know for myself that I much prefer making up my own person instead of trying to fit a pre-rendered person (unless their back story and motivations intrigue me~like Dawn or Miki)

That's why I tend to do anticanon threads so often. That way people can fill in the character as they see fit. But they usually just see the image and character basics and assume that they won't be able to do the thread.

 

[M2VIIDS]

~He looks up from his laptop, and then sees the woman waving towards him, before looking down at his laptop, quickly typing up something, and mouthing words under his breath, and then, seeming to silently swear as the computer, he closes it, and lays it next to the sink and walking over to this new person. With a bemused look in his crystalline, cold, and icy blue eyes, he offers her his hand, his skin a few shades darker than beige, but nowhere near tanned. His reddish hair falls over his eyes, barely obscuring them from view, before he pulls his hand back, and dropping to a knee, quickly lunging his hand at her wrist, and pulling it towards his face, pressing his lips against her hand. Or so was intended. His awkward newb-ness made him fail hard. He jerked her hand towards his head, causing her to smack him from his own attempt to be a lady's man, and then the resulting suprise and shock ending with him lying on his back in the kitchen, slightly dazed.~ "It's a pleasure... To meetcha. ~He lets himself collapse, while narrating his actions, and making himself unconscious.~" ~He lies on the ground, presumably dead, before suddenly shooting up, and remembering that he was a newb.~ "A newb who's asleep is just food for a l33t." ~He recites his fail rhyme from memory, and then grins, as if dazed, towards the woman.~ "Steele... Dave Steele..." "Well, not really, that's just an alias, but it's nice ta' meet you blokes anyways."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

That's why I tend to do anticanon threads so often. That way people can fill in the character as they see fit. But they usually just see the image and character basics and assume that they won't be able to do the thread.

Ah, well then you have come to the crux of the matter all on your own, my dragon friend. a wide grin And of course some people just don't KNOW the characters.

~He looks up from his laptop, and then sees the woman waving towards him, before looking down at his laptop, quickly typing up something, and mouthing words under his breath, and then, seeming to silently swear as the computer, he closes it, and lays it next to the sink and walking over to this new person. With a bemused look in his crystalline, cold, and icy blue eyes, he offers her his hand, his skin a few shades darker than beige, but nowhere near tanned. His reddish hair falls over his eyes, barely obscuring them from view, before he pulls his hand back, and dropping to a knee, quickly lunging his hand at her wrist, and pulling it towards his face, pressing his lips against her hand. Or so was intended. His awkward newb-ness made him fail hard. He jerked her hand towards his head, causing her to smack him from his own attempt to be a lady's man, and then the resulting suprise and shock ending with him lying on his back in the kitchen, slightly dazed.~ "It's a pleasure... To meetcha. ~He lets himself collapse, while narrating his actions, and making himself unconscious.~" ~He lies on the ground, presumably dead, before suddenly shooting up, and remembering that he was a newb.~ "A newb who's asleep is just food for a l33t." ~He recites his fail rhyme from memory, and then grins, as if dazed, towards the woman.~ "Steele... Dave Steele..." "Well, not really, that's just an alias, but it's nice ta' meet you blokes anyways."

Hysterical giggling at this man's awesome introduction. I stand up and move to stand over him~five feet of muscular curves and browness. He jumps up with some sort of nonsensical rhyme which makes me lose my composure ALL over again. Finally, I swallow the hiccups and return his intro with my own.

I am the resident wolfling~flirty, mean, and rambunctious. Most people call me Luna.

A head jerk toward dragon kin Cept for him~ He calls me Vulfen.

Tis a real pleasure to make your acquaintance!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Pleasant weariness begins to set in after a while of splashing and playing. It's an odd sensation, part exhilaration, part fatigue, part tranquility. Mother Ocean has a way of taking away the stress of pent up emotions for me.

Slowly I wade ashore, walking nude to the small clump of cloth that is my sundress. Shaking the sand out of it, I slip it on over wet hair, pulling the long ropy strands out and wringing the excess sea water out of my tresses. Fingers serve a rough comb, getting most of the tangles out, but I know I'll need a brush soon. For now, I tuck the auburn locks behind delicately pointed ears, and make my way to the patio of the Outlook.

Climbing the stairs, I spot the welcome form of the sweetest wolf woman I've ever met engaged in discussion with a new face I've not seen before. Not wanting to interrupt, I settle for a small wave and a smile instead of the usual hug as I make my way to the bar for a tall glass of sangria.

I spot Dragon and smile, listening to his discussion as I sip my wine.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The pert redhead returns from the other world and saunters into the Outlook.

*blows Dragon a kiss. Smiles at Miss Luna softly and orders a drink from the cutie waiter of before, admiring anew the retreating scenery*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Pleasant weariness begins to set in after a while of splashing and playing. It's an odd sensation, part exhilaration, part fatigue, part tranquility. Mother Ocean has a way of taking away the stress of pent up emotions for me.

Slowly I wade ashore, walking nude to the small clump of cloth that is my sundress. Shaking the sand out of it, I slip it on over wet hair, pulling the long ropy strands out and wringing the excess sea water out of my tresses. Fingers serve a rough comb, getting most of the tangles out, but I know I'll need a brush soon. For now, I tuck the auburn locks behind delicately pointed ears, and make my way to the patio of the Outlook.

Climbing the stairs, I spot the welcome form of the sweetest wolf woman I've ever met engaged in discussion with a new face I've not seen before. Not wanting to interrupt, I settle for a small wave and a smile instead of the usual hug as I make my way to the bar for a tall glass of sangria.

I spot Dragon and smile, listening to his discussion as I sip my wine.

"Good-Evening, Milady Thyri. How was your day?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Two scents capture my attention and I turn slightly to wave hello to Cait and Thyri.

 

[dragonrazor]

Ah, well then you have come to the crux of the matter all on your own, my dragon friend. a wide grin And of course some people just don't KNOW the characters.



Hysterical giggling at this man's awesome introduction. I stand up and move to stand over him~five feet of muscular curves and browness. He jumps up with some sort of nonsensical rhyme which makes me lose my composure ALL over again. Finally, I swallow the hiccups and return his intro with my own.

I am the resident wolfling~flirty, mean, and rambunctious. Most people call me Luna.

A head jerk toward dragon kin Cept for him~ He calls me Vulfen.

Tis a real pleasure to make your acquaintance!

Yes, well. And yes, it amuses me.

Pleasant weariness begins to set in after a while of splashing and playing. It's an odd sensation, part exhilaration, part fatigue, part tranquility. Mother Ocean has a way of taking away the stress of pent up emotions for me.

Slowly I wade ashore, walking nude to the small clump of cloth that is my sundress. Shaking the sand out of it, I slip it on over wet hair, pulling the long ropy strands out and wringing the excess sea water out of my tresses. Fingers serve a rough comb, getting most of the tangles out, but I know I'll need a brush soon. For now, I tuck the auburn locks behind delicately pointed ears, and make my way to the patio of the Outlook.

Climbing the stairs, I spot the welcome form of the sweetest wolf woman I've ever met engaged in discussion with a new face I've not seen before. Not wanting to interrupt, I settle for a small wave and a smile instead of the usual hug as I make my way to the bar for a tall glass of sangria.

I spot Dragon and smile, listening to his discussion as I sip my wine.

*inclines head in a nod*

The pert redhead returns from the other world and saunters into the Outlook.

*blows Dragon a kiss. Smiles at Miss Luna softly and orders a drink from the cutie waiter of before, admiring anew the retreating scenery*

Evening.

 

[M2VIIDS]

"It is?" ~He sounds dreamy, dozed-off, and tired, as if he were moving through a dream. Then, reality sets it.~ "Wait, what?!" ~He exclaims at the woman's rather normal introduction, mouth agape as possible, eyes forced open, pupils dilating into small, panicked, almost crazy-looking dots. He takes his red hair in fistful clumps, before throwing his head back towards the sky, and letting out a desperate shriek. Then, he simply lets himself slump, noticing what he assumed were other regulars. He waved at them, before sighing contently.~ "Well, my over-the-top-ness has earned me the privilege of hearing the beautiful laughter or yet another maiden..." ~He smiles up at the more experienced peoples, before laughing sheepishly, and then pulling himself out of his post, and then pointing at "Thryi"s post, and then asking a question like a child in kindergarten, his immaturity shining right through, next to his misfortune and "different" brand of humor.~ "How do I make my words Italicized?"

 

[dragonrazor]

"It is?" ~He sounds dreamy, dozed-off, and tired, as if he were moving through a dream. Then, reality sets it.~ "Wait, what?!" ~He exclaims at the woman's rather normal introduction, mouth agape as possible, eyes forced open, pupils dilating into small, panicked, almost crazy-looking dots. He takes his red hair in fistful clumps, before throwing his head back towards the sky, and letting out a desperate shriek. Then, he simply lets himself slump, noticing what he assumed were other regulars. He waved at them, before sighing contently.~ "Well, my over-the-top-ness has earned me the privilege of hearing the beautiful laughter or yet another maiden..." ~He smiles up at the more experienced peoples, before laughing sheepishly, and then pulling himself out of his post, and then pointing at "Thryi"s post, and then asking a question like a child in kindergarten, his immaturity shining right through, next to his misfortune and "different" brand of humor.~ "How do I make my words Italicized?"

Click the italicized I just above the text entry box in the Reply To page.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Good-Evening, Milady Thyri. How was your day?"

Not a bad day at all, Cait. And I'm getting an idea for a story. I take it as a good sign that maybe this lull I'm in will be over soon.

I'm glad to see you again, Cait. Did you have a good day?

Hello Luna. Hi Dragon.

*Nods politely, but shyly to the graceful newcomer.*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"It is?" ~He sounds dreamy, dozed-off, and tired, as if he were moving through a dream. Then, reality sets it.~ "Wait, what?!" ~He exclaims at the woman's rather normal introduction, mouth agape as possible, eyes forced open, pupils dilating into small, panicked, almost crazy-looking dots. He takes his red hair in fistful clumps, before throwing his head back towards the sky, and letting out a desperate shriek. Then, he simply lets himself slump, noticing what he assumed were other regulars. He waved at them, before sighing contently.~ "Well, my over-the-top-ness has earned me the privilege of hearing the beautiful laughter or yet another maiden..." ~He smiles up at the more experienced peoples, before laughing sheepishly, and then pulling himself out of his post, and then pointing at "Thryi"s post, and then asking a question like a child in kindergarten, his immaturity shining right through, next to his misfortune and "different" brand of humor.~ "How do I make my words Italicized?"

She looks at Thyri with a slightly arched brow, "Another new one, hm?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Not a bad day at all, Cait. And I'm getting an idea for a story. I take it as a good sign that maybe this lull I'm in will be over soon.

I'm glad to see you again, Cait. Did you have a good day?

Hello Luna. Hi Dragon.

*Nods politely, but shyly to the graceful newcomer.*

"Ahhh, your muse is waking," she smiled, taking her glass from the waiter in shorts, smiling her thanks,"we can but hope for you, Milady."

 

[dragonrazor]

Not a bad day at all, Cait. And I'm getting an idea for a story. I take it as a good sign that maybe this lull I'm in will be over soon.

I'm glad to see you again, Cait. Did you have a good day?

Hello Luna. Hi Dragon.

*Nods politely, but shyly to the graceful newcomer.*

Evening.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Evening.

*tags the Dragon and moves toward her other storyline*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Ahhh, your muse is waking," she smiled, taking her glass from the waiter in shorts, smiling her thanks,"we can but hope for you, Milady."

Yes, I am hoping inspiration will be the prelude to motivation. For now I'll add the idea to my idea thread for safekeeping, and when the mood strikes, I'll find the writer to help me do it justice.

 

[M2VIIDS]

Still rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, he blushes at the elegant woman's attention, before turning back and bowing, shoving his head into the floor and breaking the linoleum of the kitchen itself, blood trickling down his head where his skull had shaved a few pieces off of a white square, and where cracks now decorated the floor natural as black women singing Christian songs in a Muslim mosque that was located in Antarctica.

"It's an honor to meet all of you!" He looked up, with serious and respectful eyes, turning to each person individually, and acknowledging them.
"Dragony!" He flashed a serious glare at who he thought was the only other guy in fifty miles. "I'm glad that I'm not alone in this bizarre paradise."
"Wolfy!" He looked at her, and his face softened, before he smiled, eyes closed, and his voice sincere and serious. "You've got a beautiful laugh, and I'd love to keep listening to it..."
"Thyri..." He laughed sheepishly, painting a pink hue across his cheeks with the brush of simplistic embarrassment, before turning towards her. "Sorry to have made such a lame impression with my question. You seem to be a nice, interesting person. You've obviously got patience, so you've at least earned my respect with that."
"And as for you..." He faced the person who he felt was insulting his newb-icity with her comment, and gave her a glare with his icy eyes ferocious enough to make a puppy cry. "Yes. I'm new."

He seemed calm after that, and proceeded to type on his laptop again, listening for other people to comment on his more serious self.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Still rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, he blushes at the elegant woman's attention, before turning back and bowing, shoving his head into the floor and breaking the linoleum of the kitchen itself, blood trickling down his head where his skull had shaved a few pieces off of a white square, and where cracks now decorated the floor natural as black women singing Christian songs in a Muslim mosque that was located in Antarctica.

"It's an honor to meet all of you!" He looked up, with serious and respectful eyes, turning to each person individually, and acknowledging them.
"Dragony!" He flashed a serious glare at who he thought was the only other guy in fifty miles. "I'm glad that I'm not alone in this bizarre paradise."
"Wolfy!" He looked at her, and his face softened, before he smiled, eyes closed, and his voice sincere and serious. "You've got a beautiful laugh, and I'd love to keep listening to it..."
"Thyri..." He laughed sheepishly, painting a pink hue across his cheeks with the brush of simplistic embarrassment, before turning towards her. "Sorry to have made such a lame impression with my question. You seem to be a nice, interesting person. You've obviously got patience, so you've at least earned my respect with that."
"And as for you..." He faced the person who he felt was insulting his newb-icity with her comment, and gave her a glare with his icy eyes ferocious enough to make a puppy cry. "Yes. I'm new."

He seemed calm after that, and proceeded to type on his laptop again, listening for other people to comment on his more serious self.

She merely sipped her drink, quirked a brow slightly, watching the noob in amusement.

"Don't get your boxers in a knot, dear. I'm still relatively new myself. Are you always this theatrical?" That look in his eyes might well make a baby, a kitty or a puppy cry but she wasn't any of those things.

 

[dragonrazor]

*tags the Dragon and moves toward her other storyline*

*tags back*

 

[dragonrazor]

Still rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, he blushes at the elegant woman's attention, before turning back and bowing, shoving his head into the floor and breaking the linoleum of the kitchen itself, blood trickling down his head where his skull had shaved a few pieces off of a white square, and where cracks now decorated the floor natural as black women singing Christian songs in a Muslim mosque that was located in Antarctica.

"It's an honor to meet all of you!" He looked up, with serious and respectful eyes, turning to each person individually, and acknowledging them.
"Dragony!" He flashed a serious glare at who he thought was the only other guy in fifty miles. "I'm glad that I'm not alone in this bizarre paradise."
"Wolfy!" He looked at her, and his face softened, before he smiled, eyes closed, and his voice sincere and serious. "You've got a beautiful laugh, and I'd love to keep listening to it..."
"Thyri..." He laughed sheepishly, painting a pink hue across his cheeks with the brush of simplistic embarrassment, before turning towards her. "Sorry to have made such a lame impression with my question. You seem to be a nice, interesting person. You've obviously got patience, so you've at least earned my respect with that."
"And as for you..." He faced the person who he felt was insulting his newb-icity with her comment, and gave her a glare with his icy eyes ferocious enough to make a puppy cry. "Yes. I'm new."

He seemed calm after that, and proceeded to type on his laptop again, listening for other people to comment on his more serious self.

Just call my Raven for now.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Yes, I am hoping inspiration will be the prelude to motivation. For now I'll add the idea to my idea thread for safekeeping, and when the mood strikes, I'll find the writer to help me do it justice.

She gave Thyri an amused look, "My well has dried up. Ideas abound, they just won't make themselves known so I can store them in the laptop."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*tags back*

"Damn, Dragon. That was quick."

 

[M2VIIDS]

Damn straight you're not a kitten. You're nowhere near cute enough.

As soon as he realized he wasn't actually saying that, but rather, thinking it, he repeated himself for the girl to hear, fingertips dancing over the keyboard, typing up, and for some reason or another nearly never stopping, as he then closed the laptop shut, and turned to face the girl, grinning. "And no, I'm not always this theatrical. To be honest, I prefer to be more of a dumbass than a drama geek, so, if you'll thank me to kindly speak in Shakespearean terms, I'm glad to meet you, Katherina. From now on, I think you should call me Petruchio." He looked up towards everyone else. "Ten points to anyone who knows what that's from."

He nodded at Raven's comment with rather impassioned response. It was hard to tell if he was even really paying attention at this point. He was... But he was busy confusing himself in his quest to understand how "actuators" worked.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Damn straight you're not a kitten. You're nowhere near cute enough.

As soon as he realized he wasn't actually saying that, but rather, thinking it, he repeated himself for the girl to hear, fingertips dancing over the keyboard, typing up, and for some reason or another nearly never stopping, as he then closed the laptop shut, and turned to face the girl, grinning. "And no, I'm not always this theatrical. To be honest, I prefer to be more of a dumbass than a drama geek, so, if you'll thank me to kindly speak in Shakespearean terms, I'm glad to meet you, Katherina. From now on, I think you should call me Petruchio." He looked up towards everyone else. "Ten points to anyone who knows what that's from."

He nodded at Raven's comment with rather impassioned response. It was hard to tell if he was even really paying attention at this point. He was... But he was busy confusing himself in his quest to understand how "actuators" worked.

"Taming of the Shrew." She smirked and got up from her recliner and headed for the stairs that would take her to the beach.