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Starday Wishes / Re: Congratulations aabicus (LettuceBacon&Tomato)!
« on: February 27, 2025, 09:27:53 PM »
Happy belated Starday!
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LBT Fanart / Re: Aviator Petrie sketch
« on: November 14, 2024, 09:40:57 PM »
Awesome!
I love the idea of the dinosaurs dressed in appropriate clothing!
And Petrie in early 20th century aviation outfit is perfect!
I love the idea of the dinosaurs dressed in appropriate clothing!
And Petrie in early 20th century aviation outfit is perfect!
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1988 Theatrical Release / Re: Ask questions about the original LBT script - Stu Krieger writer AMA
« on: November 14, 2024, 06:09:31 PM »
Also, I have some other questions.
What is your opinion on the inclusion of a friendly carnivore in Land Before Time II?
Was it planned at any time to include a friendly carnivore in the original film?
Was there anything in the film that you wish you could have removed or redone?
What is your opinion on the inclusion of a friendly carnivore in Land Before Time II?
Was it planned at any time to include a friendly carnivore in the original film?
Was there anything in the film that you wish you could have removed or redone?
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1988 Theatrical Release / Re: Ask questions about the original LBT script - Stu Krieger writer AMA
« on: November 13, 2024, 07:55:08 PM »
Hello, Mr. Krieger.
I have two questions.
For The Sharptooth, I've seen debates over his characterization, whether he was a serial killer in dinosaur form, an animalistic predator, or a force of nature in the shape of a dinosaur. How did you interpret The Sharptooth?
What was your inspiration behind this movie?
I have two questions.
For The Sharptooth, I've seen debates over his characterization, whether he was a serial killer in dinosaur form, an animalistic predator, or a force of nature in the shape of a dinosaur. How did you interpret The Sharptooth?
What was your inspiration behind this movie?
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: October 10, 2024, 01:31:24 PM »
(Myaardi)
Deimos loaded his .50 caliber sniper rifle with explosive ammunition. They looked just like standard ammunition except the tips had a barely visible blue aura. As these cartridges were manufactured in the industrial sector aboard Spire, they were charged to have an explosive punch similar to that of a hand grenade. Of course, this would not have been possible Mr. Bigmouth and Twilight Sparkle's work, research on some old spells that were used at the Battle of Surf Point, and as the rare materials harvested from Weyard.
"We're all ready," Deimos said.
"Excellent," Mr. Bigmouth said, starting up the engine and pulling out onto the streets of the castle town. Kire was flying overhead with his Daybreak spear in hand.
In several minutes, they were out on the plains. Deimos was scouting the area through a set of electrobinoculars that he had stolen from one of the Dreadzone arenas. "So far, I'm seeing nothing."
Mr. Bigmouth was focused on driving. The Saurolophus scanned the areas as he drove. All he could see were rolling green plains populated by various woodland creatures and birds. A few lakes broke up the monotony. He could also see some houses floating on islands supported by clouds up in the sky. The repulsorsled had scanning equipment, but it was packed away.
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(Pottermore)
"In that case," Captain Carson said. "I will shortly be excusing myself to gather up some volunteers." She grabbed one of the signup sheets and started writing the information down. The scouting mission was framed as a research expedition to the western forest to study the ecosystem and to gather some of the wood for the next lesson. As an incentive, those who volunteered were rewarded with ten extra points to their house (per volunteer) as well as five points extra credit on the next exam. Of course, she did make it very clear that only students enrolled in her class and had high grades in Defence Against Dark Arts were permitted to volunteer.
Once that was done, she left the room and made her way back down to her classroom, where she pinned the sign up sheet on the door.
Deimos loaded his .50 caliber sniper rifle with explosive ammunition. They looked just like standard ammunition except the tips had a barely visible blue aura. As these cartridges were manufactured in the industrial sector aboard Spire, they were charged to have an explosive punch similar to that of a hand grenade. Of course, this would not have been possible Mr. Bigmouth and Twilight Sparkle's work, research on some old spells that were used at the Battle of Surf Point, and as the rare materials harvested from Weyard.
"We're all ready," Deimos said.
"Excellent," Mr. Bigmouth said, starting up the engine and pulling out onto the streets of the castle town. Kire was flying overhead with his Daybreak spear in hand.
In several minutes, they were out on the plains. Deimos was scouting the area through a set of electrobinoculars that he had stolen from one of the Dreadzone arenas. "So far, I'm seeing nothing."
Mr. Bigmouth was focused on driving. The Saurolophus scanned the areas as he drove. All he could see were rolling green plains populated by various woodland creatures and birds. A few lakes broke up the monotony. He could also see some houses floating on islands supported by clouds up in the sky. The repulsorsled had scanning equipment, but it was packed away.
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(Pottermore)
"In that case," Captain Carson said. "I will shortly be excusing myself to gather up some volunteers." She grabbed one of the signup sheets and started writing the information down. The scouting mission was framed as a research expedition to the western forest to study the ecosystem and to gather some of the wood for the next lesson. As an incentive, those who volunteered were rewarded with ten extra points to their house (per volunteer) as well as five points extra credit on the next exam. Of course, she did make it very clear that only students enrolled in her class and had high grades in Defence Against Dark Arts were permitted to volunteer.
Once that was done, she left the room and made her way back down to her classroom, where she pinned the sign up sheet on the door.
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Role Play Discussion / Re: Insane Cafe 4
« on: October 10, 2024, 01:34:03 AM »
The Chrono team might make it to the Dragon Reservation before the others. Remember, it's a huge place, so all three teams (the Ministry of Magic Team, Stripetail's dragons, and the Chrono team) may not meet immediately.
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Role Play Discussion / Re: Insane Cafe 4
« on: September 08, 2024, 10:11:23 PM »
The TVTropes page for this hasn't really been updated in a while.
But perhaps Stripetail decides to loop in Captain Carson to what the Chrononauts are doing?
But perhaps Stripetail decides to loop in Captain Carson to what the Chrononauts are doing?
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: September 08, 2024, 12:58:26 AM »
(Ministry of Magic - Pottermore)
"At once, Prime Minister," the department head said. He tossed some floo powder into the fireplace, said the name of his office and stepped into the flames.
He emerged from the fireplace and back in his own office. Auror Smythe was still there, seated in one of the wooden chairs facing his desk. "Auror Smythe," he said, dusting some soot off his robes. "I have a new assignment for you."
The aforementioned Auror looked up. "What is it, Sir?" he asked.
"You will be heading back to the Innse Gall Dragon Reserve and you will collect any and all evidence pertaining to the keeper and his...passing."
A brief look of fear crossed his face as he recalled how the interlopers made mincemeat of the Aurors and even some of the dragons. "But Sir, the interlopers are exceedingly powerful."
"Fear not. We will be reinforcing the reserve with hit wizards as well some Ministry trained security trolls. You and your fellow Aurors will be be arriving via portkey. Now then, I suggest you get prepared."
Auror Smythe sighed. "Yes, Sir." He then exited the room.
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(Pottermore - Hogwarts)
Ms. Swimmer did so. She took a bite of the brown bread and drank some of the very strong tea, scrunching her muzzle at the taste. "Thank you," she said. "Though the tea is a bit strong."
"Pottermorians traditionally put sugar and milk in it," Captain Carson said. "But onto more pertinent topics. In addition to what the others had said they will be investigating, I will be taking some of my students to investigation the western forest."
Ms. Swimmer nodded. "I see. Now then, what will my role be?"
"It would look very suspicious if all the visiting professors went on a field trip simultaneously."
"So I stay behind?"
Captain Carson nodded. "Remember, we also want to keep tabs on what the student body and other faculty are up to as well as their opinions. Who knows, with less of the visiting professors, some of the students might voice opinions that they wouldn't otherwise dare to voice."
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(Pottermore - Knockturn Alley)
Even with the heightened security restrictions and Auror patrols, Knockturn Alley was still as unsafe as it ever was with merchants selling items of dubious legality and quality.
And that was where one of Chong's Muggle associates was attempting to pawn off some Fireball eggs stolen from the Innse Gall Dragon Reserve.
Primrose Myrrdin looked at the mysterious person standing in front of her counter inside Myrrdin's Miscellany. The inside of the shop had a variety of used goods ranging from potion brewing supplies to brooms. The person wore a set of mirrored sunglasses, a full-body cloak and a scarf that covered their face. "Do you accept new goods?" The voice was unusual, sounding heavily distorted. Perhaps it was a new spell she didn't know about.
Primrose adjusted her glasses. "Do you see what I'm selling?" she replied, gesturing to a rack of old cauldrons in the back. "If it's usable, I'll pay a fair price for it."
"Well, I have something that I think you'll greatly enjoy." They looked at the windows and the door. "I'd rather show you in a more private area though."
Primrose nodded and flipped the sign on the door to read "closed" and then headed to the crowded backroom with the Muggle in tow. The backroom had some items that were clearly less than legal with controlled potion brewing ingredients and some enchanted Muggle items being the most obvious.
"It had better be something good," Primrose said tersely, glaring at Chong's associate.
The Muggle said nothing but carefully removed a Fireball egg from under their cloak.
Primrose's eyes widened as she gently held the egg. It was warm, almost hot to the touch and the brilliant red egg with the golden speckles were the identical match for the eggs. "A Cathayan Fireball egg?" she asked. The egg shells of this particular dragon variety were commonly used in Cathayan wizardry and had recently become in vogue among Pottermorian Magicfolk. Indeed, demand was so high that legally acquired Cathayan Fireball egg shells (via scavenging from nests after the eggs have hatched) wasn't enough to keep up with the demand. That and some particularly fastidious Wizards wanted whole Cathayan Fireball eggs.
The cloaked figure tilted their head but spoke. "That's the name of it? How much?"
"How many?"
"Six," the cloaked figure replied. "Six thousand galleons for all of them."
Primrose shook her head. "Two thousand."
"Fine, five thousand."
"These are rare, but not that rare! 2,500!"
The figure shook their head. "Getting these was dangerous. I expect that myself and my men be compensated appropriately for it. 4,500!"
"3,000!"
"3,500!"
"3,250! That's my final offer!" Primrose said, crossing her arms.
The cloaked figure nodded. "Deal." They pulled out the six eggs from under their cloak and Primrose handed them a cloth satchel. They opened it and counted up the money. Satisfied they had received their accurate payment, they nodded and pocketed the the satchel. "Pleasure doing business with you."
They then left Myrrdin's Miscellany, flipping the sign to read open on their way out.
Primrose hid the eggs under some loose papers to keep it away from prying eyes.
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(Myaardi)
Deimos nodded as he climbed on the back of the repulsorsled. Mr. Bigmouth took the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Do you have any recommendations on where to begin?" Mr. Bigmouth asked, checking the parameters of the sled's engines and repulsorlifts.
Kire gently landed on the back. "We can look at the plains. Given its flat area, it's likely he's built up a mine or refinery there."
"Well, that's good enough. All ready?"
(OOC - Cathay = China)
"At once, Prime Minister," the department head said. He tossed some floo powder into the fireplace, said the name of his office and stepped into the flames.
He emerged from the fireplace and back in his own office. Auror Smythe was still there, seated in one of the wooden chairs facing his desk. "Auror Smythe," he said, dusting some soot off his robes. "I have a new assignment for you."
The aforementioned Auror looked up. "What is it, Sir?" he asked.
"You will be heading back to the Innse Gall Dragon Reserve and you will collect any and all evidence pertaining to the keeper and his...passing."
A brief look of fear crossed his face as he recalled how the interlopers made mincemeat of the Aurors and even some of the dragons. "But Sir, the interlopers are exceedingly powerful."
"Fear not. We will be reinforcing the reserve with hit wizards as well some Ministry trained security trolls. You and your fellow Aurors will be be arriving via portkey. Now then, I suggest you get prepared."
Auror Smythe sighed. "Yes, Sir." He then exited the room.
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(Pottermore - Hogwarts)
Ms. Swimmer did so. She took a bite of the brown bread and drank some of the very strong tea, scrunching her muzzle at the taste. "Thank you," she said. "Though the tea is a bit strong."
"Pottermorians traditionally put sugar and milk in it," Captain Carson said. "But onto more pertinent topics. In addition to what the others had said they will be investigating, I will be taking some of my students to investigation the western forest."
Ms. Swimmer nodded. "I see. Now then, what will my role be?"
"It would look very suspicious if all the visiting professors went on a field trip simultaneously."
"So I stay behind?"
Captain Carson nodded. "Remember, we also want to keep tabs on what the student body and other faculty are up to as well as their opinions. Who knows, with less of the visiting professors, some of the students might voice opinions that they wouldn't otherwise dare to voice."
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(Pottermore - Knockturn Alley)
Even with the heightened security restrictions and Auror patrols, Knockturn Alley was still as unsafe as it ever was with merchants selling items of dubious legality and quality.
And that was where one of Chong's Muggle associates was attempting to pawn off some Fireball eggs stolen from the Innse Gall Dragon Reserve.
Primrose Myrrdin looked at the mysterious person standing in front of her counter inside Myrrdin's Miscellany. The inside of the shop had a variety of used goods ranging from potion brewing supplies to brooms. The person wore a set of mirrored sunglasses, a full-body cloak and a scarf that covered their face. "Do you accept new goods?" The voice was unusual, sounding heavily distorted. Perhaps it was a new spell she didn't know about.
Primrose adjusted her glasses. "Do you see what I'm selling?" she replied, gesturing to a rack of old cauldrons in the back. "If it's usable, I'll pay a fair price for it."
"Well, I have something that I think you'll greatly enjoy." They looked at the windows and the door. "I'd rather show you in a more private area though."
Primrose nodded and flipped the sign on the door to read "closed" and then headed to the crowded backroom with the Muggle in tow. The backroom had some items that were clearly less than legal with controlled potion brewing ingredients and some enchanted Muggle items being the most obvious.
"It had better be something good," Primrose said tersely, glaring at Chong's associate.
The Muggle said nothing but carefully removed a Fireball egg from under their cloak.
Primrose's eyes widened as she gently held the egg. It was warm, almost hot to the touch and the brilliant red egg with the golden speckles were the identical match for the eggs. "A Cathayan Fireball egg?" she asked. The egg shells of this particular dragon variety were commonly used in Cathayan wizardry and had recently become in vogue among Pottermorian Magicfolk. Indeed, demand was so high that legally acquired Cathayan Fireball egg shells (via scavenging from nests after the eggs have hatched) wasn't enough to keep up with the demand. That and some particularly fastidious Wizards wanted whole Cathayan Fireball eggs.
The cloaked figure tilted their head but spoke. "That's the name of it? How much?"
"How many?"
"Six," the cloaked figure replied. "Six thousand galleons for all of them."
Primrose shook her head. "Two thousand."
"Fine, five thousand."
"These are rare, but not that rare! 2,500!"
The figure shook their head. "Getting these was dangerous. I expect that myself and my men be compensated appropriately for it. 4,500!"
"3,000!"
"3,500!"
"3,250! That's my final offer!" Primrose said, crossing her arms.
The cloaked figure nodded. "Deal." They pulled out the six eggs from under their cloak and Primrose handed them a cloth satchel. They opened it and counted up the money. Satisfied they had received their accurate payment, they nodded and pocketed the the satchel. "Pleasure doing business with you."
They then left Myrrdin's Miscellany, flipping the sign to read open on their way out.
Primrose hid the eggs under some loose papers to keep it away from prying eyes.
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(Myaardi)
Deimos nodded as he climbed on the back of the repulsorsled. Mr. Bigmouth took the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Do you have any recommendations on where to begin?" Mr. Bigmouth asked, checking the parameters of the sled's engines and repulsorlifts.
Kire gently landed on the back. "We can look at the plains. Given its flat area, it's likely he's built up a mine or refinery there."
"Well, that's good enough. All ready?"
(OOC - Cathay = China)
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: August 31, 2024, 12:37:43 AM »
(Pottermore)
Captain Carson nodded as she ate her Cymreig rarebit. "Well, that sounds like a good place to start. However, I highly doubt I can bring my students to the dragon reserve." She then turned to both Skylands, Young Spyro, and Cynder . "Perhaps you three could go there? I'll take some of my students to investigate the western forest. Who knows, Chong's forces may have already taken some of the trees."
It was then the door opened. "I'm sorry I'm late," Ms. Swimmer said. "But I had some class related matters to attend to. Now then, what's on the agenda?"
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(Myaardi)
Mr. Bigmouth was preparing the supplies for an exploration mission. The repulsorsled was stocked up with weapons, exploration gear and other potentially useful items. In particular, the Dwarf Fikod had proven to be quite helpful, selling him explosives. Deimos was busy checking his rifle.
He then turned to Ratchet and his crew. "So, is everyone ready?"
It was then that Kire approached, his signature Daybreak javelin in hand. "Do you mind if I join? I know this planet better than anyone."
"Not at all." Mr. Bigmouth also checked his messenger back to ensure he had adequate supplies on hand. His rifle was laying on the repulsorsled.
Captain Carson nodded as she ate her Cymreig rarebit. "Well, that sounds like a good place to start. However, I highly doubt I can bring my students to the dragon reserve." She then turned to both Skylands, Young Spyro, and Cynder . "Perhaps you three could go there? I'll take some of my students to investigate the western forest. Who knows, Chong's forces may have already taken some of the trees."
It was then the door opened. "I'm sorry I'm late," Ms. Swimmer said. "But I had some class related matters to attend to. Now then, what's on the agenda?"
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(Myaardi)
Mr. Bigmouth was preparing the supplies for an exploration mission. The repulsorsled was stocked up with weapons, exploration gear and other potentially useful items. In particular, the Dwarf Fikod had proven to be quite helpful, selling him explosives. Deimos was busy checking his rifle.
He then turned to Ratchet and his crew. "So, is everyone ready?"
It was then that Kire approached, his signature Daybreak javelin in hand. "Do you mind if I join? I know this planet better than anyone."
"Not at all." Mr. Bigmouth also checked his messenger back to ensure he had adequate supplies on hand. His rifle was laying on the repulsorsled.
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: August 25, 2024, 08:16:56 PM »
Captain Carson nodded. "Excellent. For obvious reasons I want any of the students accompanying me to be capable of defending themselves. Now, I have to be discreet when asking about their martial skills," she said. "So far, I thought maybe looking at their Defense Against Dark Arts skills would be reasonable proxy."
Some House Elves had prepared a tray of appetizers to be shared consisting, consisting of parched peas, potted shrimp and sourdough bread, and Cymreig rarebit. A few other House Elves prepared butterbeer as well as hot tea with lemon, sugar and milk available to taste.
"Thank you," Captain Carson said, when the tray had been placed.
(OOC - Cymru is the Pottermore counterpart of Wales. Cymreig = Welsh.)
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The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement emerged from the fireplace in Prime Minister Fudge's office. "Prime Minister Fudge," he said. "The situation is far worse than we had previously thought. The only survivor of the investigation team is Auror Smythe. From the keeper's notebook he recovered, it appears these dragon hunters — likely Chong's forces — had made multiple incursions into Innse Gall Dragon Reservation. So far, a clutch of Cathayan Fireball eggs had been stolen, and a Common Cymru Green and an Ironbelly had been killed and butchered. But it's likely the toll might be higher since the notebook has no recent entries. I fear the keeper was another victim of Chong."
Some House Elves had prepared a tray of appetizers to be shared consisting, consisting of parched peas, potted shrimp and sourdough bread, and Cymreig rarebit. A few other House Elves prepared butterbeer as well as hot tea with lemon, sugar and milk available to taste.
"Thank you," Captain Carson said, when the tray had been placed.
(OOC - Cymru is the Pottermore counterpart of Wales. Cymreig = Welsh.)
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The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement emerged from the fireplace in Prime Minister Fudge's office. "Prime Minister Fudge," he said. "The situation is far worse than we had previously thought. The only survivor of the investigation team is Auror Smythe. From the keeper's notebook he recovered, it appears these dragon hunters — likely Chong's forces — had made multiple incursions into Innse Gall Dragon Reservation. So far, a clutch of Cathayan Fireball eggs had been stolen, and a Common Cymru Green and an Ironbelly had been killed and butchered. But it's likely the toll might be higher since the notebook has no recent entries. I fear the keeper was another victim of Chong."
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Role Play Discussion / Re: Insane Cafe 4
« on: August 24, 2024, 08:19:50 PM »
So, how could Gungrave's characters interact with mine?
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: August 19, 2024, 12:52:49 AM »
(Myaardi)
Stripetail's message had reached the meeting room where Deimos and the rest of the crew were located, courtesy of one of the enchanted communications crystals.
"All right," Deimos said. "It seems we're going to be getting reinforcements from Stripetail and Captain Carson."
Mr. Bigmouth took a sip of his fruit juice. "Do we have an estimated time of arrival?"
Deimos shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. However, he has ordered us to scout for Chong's logistics train and disrupt it if possible."
Mr. Bigmouth drained the rest of his juice. "I presume that involves us destroying his mining camps and the like?" the Saurolophus asked.
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(Pottermore)
"I did indeed," Captain Carson said, taking a seat. "I do apologize for the odor." She then listened to Stripetail speak. "Commander, if I may," she said. "We only have so many of us present and while the Spirarian crew would definitely be of assistance, there's the simple fact that they are under a curfew in Esbenshire and there is substantial prejudice against non-Magicfolk.
She then continued. "However, I can assist by having my students and I perform recon missions under guise of research and field trips."
Stripetail's message had reached the meeting room where Deimos and the rest of the crew were located, courtesy of one of the enchanted communications crystals.
"All right," Deimos said. "It seems we're going to be getting reinforcements from Stripetail and Captain Carson."
Mr. Bigmouth took a sip of his fruit juice. "Do we have an estimated time of arrival?"
Deimos shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. However, he has ordered us to scout for Chong's logistics train and disrupt it if possible."
Mr. Bigmouth drained the rest of his juice. "I presume that involves us destroying his mining camps and the like?" the Saurolophus asked.
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(Pottermore)
"I did indeed," Captain Carson said, taking a seat. "I do apologize for the odor." She then listened to Stripetail speak. "Commander, if I may," she said. "We only have so many of us present and while the Spirarian crew would definitely be of assistance, there's the simple fact that they are under a curfew in Esbenshire and there is substantial prejudice against non-Magicfolk.
She then continued. "However, I can assist by having my students and I perform recon missions under guise of research and field trips."
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: August 16, 2024, 04:54:09 PM »
(OOC - I thought Ratchet was on Myaardi?)
Thankfully, Captain Carson's office hours were finished just as Stripetail had called her. She made her way to the exchange staff room.
Or at least attempted to. Peeves had thought it amusing to land a direct hit with a dungbomb on her, but as she had to meet with Stripetail on a tight schedule, she could not simply change into fresh clothing or wash up.
Of course, Argus was now chasing after Peeves and tearing into him for hassling a visiting professor.
Captain Carson decided to shed her outer robe and conical hat, leaving them on a table. Even so, the scent of the dungbomb still lingered on her. She then entered the room and took a seat.
Thankfully, Captain Carson's office hours were finished just as Stripetail had called her. She made her way to the exchange staff room.
Or at least attempted to. Peeves had thought it amusing to land a direct hit with a dungbomb on her, but as she had to meet with Stripetail on a tight schedule, she could not simply change into fresh clothing or wash up.
Of course, Argus was now chasing after Peeves and tearing into him for hassling a visiting professor.
Captain Carson decided to shed her outer robe and conical hat, leaving them on a table. Even so, the scent of the dungbomb still lingered on her. She then entered the room and took a seat.
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: August 14, 2024, 02:18:24 AM »
(Pottermore - Innse Gall Dragon Reservation)
Auror Smythe exited the hut and apparated to where he last saw the team leader. Only to be confronted with the smoldering remains of the armed dune buggy and the empty repulsorsled. And more distressingly, a smoking crater with no signs of either the interlopers or the remaining Aurors.
He looked around and then cast the Human-presence-revealing Spell. His stomach sank as he realized that there was no Human presence anywhere. Sighing, he apparated back to the keeper's hut. It was then he wondered if these dragon hunters had made multiple incursions into the reserve.
He checked one of the logbooks and gasped. They had visited the reserve multiple times, with one visit resulting in a clutch of Cathayan Fireball eggs being stolen. The last entry in the logbook was made several days ago and the keeper had reported that someone had killed a Common Cymru Green dragon with what appeared to be multiple Bombarda Maxima spells.
The fact that the last entry was several days ago and that he could not find the keeper, made Auror Smythe consider the horrifying possibility that the interlopers had killed the keeper as well. Seeing as there was nothing left, he grabbed the notebook, relit the fire and threw floo powder into it.
Shouting out the name of his destination, Auror Smythe entered the campfire and emerged in the office of the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
"Chief Auror," Auror Smythe said. "I have grave news to report. It appears that the interlopers had escaped, and in the process killed the rest of my team. And...well, there's this..." He placed the notebook in front of the department head. "The keeper has made no other entries beyond this, contrary to the standard protocols. I fear they may also have fallen victim to the dragon hunters."
The department head scowled as he browsed through the notebook. "This is more serious than I thought. I shall alert Minister Fudge at once. Dismissed."
Auror Smythe dipped his head and exited the room as the department head prepared to meet with Minister Fudge via floo network.
Auror Smythe exited the hut and apparated to where he last saw the team leader. Only to be confronted with the smoldering remains of the armed dune buggy and the empty repulsorsled. And more distressingly, a smoking crater with no signs of either the interlopers or the remaining Aurors.
He looked around and then cast the Human-presence-revealing Spell. His stomach sank as he realized that there was no Human presence anywhere. Sighing, he apparated back to the keeper's hut. It was then he wondered if these dragon hunters had made multiple incursions into the reserve.
He checked one of the logbooks and gasped. They had visited the reserve multiple times, with one visit resulting in a clutch of Cathayan Fireball eggs being stolen. The last entry in the logbook was made several days ago and the keeper had reported that someone had killed a Common Cymru Green dragon with what appeared to be multiple Bombarda Maxima spells.
The fact that the last entry was several days ago and that he could not find the keeper, made Auror Smythe consider the horrifying possibility that the interlopers had killed the keeper as well. Seeing as there was nothing left, he grabbed the notebook, relit the fire and threw floo powder into it.
Shouting out the name of his destination, Auror Smythe entered the campfire and emerged in the office of the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
"Chief Auror," Auror Smythe said. "I have grave news to report. It appears that the interlopers had escaped, and in the process killed the rest of my team. And...well, there's this..." He placed the notebook in front of the department head. "The keeper has made no other entries beyond this, contrary to the standard protocols. I fear they may also have fallen victim to the dragon hunters."
The department head scowled as he browsed through the notebook. "This is more serious than I thought. I shall alert Minister Fudge at once. Dismissed."
Auror Smythe dipped his head and exited the room as the department head prepared to meet with Minister Fudge via floo network.
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: August 12, 2024, 08:48:25 PM »
Auror Smythe tossed some Floo powder into the still burning fire at the keeper's hut. The flames instantly turned green and he shouted out his destination, which happened to be the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's office.
There, he saw the Wizard in question, a slender man with a neatly groomed mustache and dressed in the classical conical hat of Magicfolk as well as the robes of an Auror, with a distinctive golden emblem that indicated his high rank.
"Auror Smythe, what do you have to report to me?" the department head asked.
"Sorry to bother you, Chief Auror, but we require reinforcements to apprehend some poachers we found at the Innse Gall Dragon Reservation," Auror Smythe replied.
"I will have some dragonologists from Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures accompany you, if that's what you are asking." The man sighed. "Sadly, we probably can't press charges since the dragons likely got to them."
"Well, the reinforcements I am asking for are some Hit-Wizards."
The department head scowled. "For what? Body retrieval? Besides, our Hit-Wizards are stretched thin as they're enforcing curfews and stamping out Pinkstone activity."
Auror Smythe sighed. "No, for apprehending them. They're killed and butchered a Ironbelly."
"Why didn't you say so earlier!? Right, I'll send over a small squad of five right now."
"Thank you, Chief Auror." Auror Smythe then pulled his head out of the fireplace and brushed some soot out of his hair. He only hoped the delaying action with the team leader and the rest of the squad hadn't cost them all their lives. After all, anything capable of killing and butchering a full-grown Ironbelly was extremely powerful and dangerous.
There, he saw the Wizard in question, a slender man with a neatly groomed mustache and dressed in the classical conical hat of Magicfolk as well as the robes of an Auror, with a distinctive golden emblem that indicated his high rank.
"Auror Smythe, what do you have to report to me?" the department head asked.
"Sorry to bother you, Chief Auror, but we require reinforcements to apprehend some poachers we found at the Innse Gall Dragon Reservation," Auror Smythe replied.
"I will have some dragonologists from Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures accompany you, if that's what you are asking." The man sighed. "Sadly, we probably can't press charges since the dragons likely got to them."
"Well, the reinforcements I am asking for are some Hit-Wizards."
The department head scowled. "For what? Body retrieval? Besides, our Hit-Wizards are stretched thin as they're enforcing curfews and stamping out Pinkstone activity."
Auror Smythe sighed. "No, for apprehending them. They're killed and butchered a Ironbelly."
"Why didn't you say so earlier!? Right, I'll send over a small squad of five right now."
"Thank you, Chief Auror." Auror Smythe then pulled his head out of the fireplace and brushed some soot out of his hair. He only hoped the delaying action with the team leader and the rest of the squad hadn't cost them all their lives. After all, anything capable of killing and butchering a full-grown Ironbelly was extremely powerful and dangerous.
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: August 12, 2024, 02:12:36 AM »
(Pottermore - Hogwarts)
Captain Carson followed Headmaster Dumbledore to the exit of his office. She then headed down the stairs to her assigned office. Inside were a group of students who didn't quite understand her lecture on crystal structure and the importance of them in wandcrafting materials. "I apologize for the delay, but Headmaster Dumbledore wished to speak to me. Now, shall we get started?"
A girl with the crest of Ravenclaw on her robe raised her hand. "Professor Carson, I'm not entirely understanding what you mean when you say defects need to be introduced into the crystals so they can be magically active?"
"While they are termed 'defects'," Captain Carson said, drawing a representation on the blackboard. "They are actually regularly spaced locations in the crystal structure where a molecule has been replaced. Think of wall of a thousand square tiles where every fifty tiles is replaced by a hexagon. In a case like that, you'd see that the introduction of that hexagon disrupts the pattern, leaving a different sized gap between the surrounding tiles as compared to the squares. It's the same principle. By replacing those molecules, we can introduce gaps in atomic structure of the crystal. Those gaps are what allows magical energy to be trapped and focused."
"Oh, I get it now," the girl said.
"Um, Professor Carson," a Hufflepuff boy asked, holding up what looked like a black lump of glass. "I was working on last week's homework assignment to produce a diamond wand core and I'm not sure what happened."
Captain Carson then turned to the rest of the students. "Now, this is common misstep with first-time enchanters. I would like you all to pay attention." She then turned to the boy. "Now then, please walk us through what happened."
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(Pottermore - Innse Gall Dragon Reservation)
One of Chong's division commanders was overseeing a tiny group of three vehicles — two repulsorsleds and a simple armed dune buggy — in the remote archipelago of the dragon reservation.
Currently, one of the sleds contained the remains of an Ironbelly dragon. Killing it was not an easy task, costing the lives of five soldiers and resulting in the destruction of one of the dune buggies. But in the end, one of Chong's men had killed it with two anti-tank rockets. Butchering the dragon proved to be a much easier task, with the dragon's steel-hard scales providing no resistance to plasma pole cutters designed to cut through thick starship hulls.
"All right, men," the division commander said. "Chong wants at least two dragon carcasses. I think we—"
Several pops were heard as the Aurors had apparated in. They had easily located Chong's dragon hunting team thanks to the Human-presence-revealing Spell.
"Make a run for it!" the division commander ordered, climbing aboard the empty repulsorsled. The trio of vehicles sped off
A Stunning charm narrowly missed him. He tossed down a smoke grenade, producing a huge plume of choking white smoke that concealed his group.
The lead Auror Vanished the smoke grenade. He suspected they were Muggles, but there was no way a group of Muggles could have killed and butchered a Ironbelly. "Auror Smythe!" he barked. "Get back to the hut and alert Minister Fudge that we have found the interlopers in Innse Gall Dragon Reservation! Have them send Hit Wizard back up! The rest of you, we'll try to delay them!"
Auror Smythe nodded and with a pop, he disapparated back to the keeper's hut. The others congregated around the lead Auror and waited for his signal to apparate.
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(Pottermore - Esbenshire)
The street fight had finally been quelled with arrests and injuries on both sides. Esbenshire Stones and Scrying came out with every window smashed, but nothing had been stolen.
While they were open for business, the curfew was approaching and Nick would have to hurry if he didn't want to get arrested by the overly touchy Aurors.
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A booming voice echoed through the streets outside the Burning Wick. "Attention, the riot has been dispersed. You may now continue your daily activities. Be warned that a curfew is in effect and all non-Ministry personnel are to be off the streets in an hour."
"An hour!?" someone complained. "That's not enough time to get my potion ingredients!"
"Blame those bloody Pinkstone w------s," another person replied, slamming down their pint of lager.
Captain Carson followed Headmaster Dumbledore to the exit of his office. She then headed down the stairs to her assigned office. Inside were a group of students who didn't quite understand her lecture on crystal structure and the importance of them in wandcrafting materials. "I apologize for the delay, but Headmaster Dumbledore wished to speak to me. Now, shall we get started?"
A girl with the crest of Ravenclaw on her robe raised her hand. "Professor Carson, I'm not entirely understanding what you mean when you say defects need to be introduced into the crystals so they can be magically active?"
"While they are termed 'defects'," Captain Carson said, drawing a representation on the blackboard. "They are actually regularly spaced locations in the crystal structure where a molecule has been replaced. Think of wall of a thousand square tiles where every fifty tiles is replaced by a hexagon. In a case like that, you'd see that the introduction of that hexagon disrupts the pattern, leaving a different sized gap between the surrounding tiles as compared to the squares. It's the same principle. By replacing those molecules, we can introduce gaps in atomic structure of the crystal. Those gaps are what allows magical energy to be trapped and focused."
"Oh, I get it now," the girl said.
"Um, Professor Carson," a Hufflepuff boy asked, holding up what looked like a black lump of glass. "I was working on last week's homework assignment to produce a diamond wand core and I'm not sure what happened."
Captain Carson then turned to the rest of the students. "Now, this is common misstep with first-time enchanters. I would like you all to pay attention." She then turned to the boy. "Now then, please walk us through what happened."
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(Pottermore - Innse Gall Dragon Reservation)
One of Chong's division commanders was overseeing a tiny group of three vehicles — two repulsorsleds and a simple armed dune buggy — in the remote archipelago of the dragon reservation.
Currently, one of the sleds contained the remains of an Ironbelly dragon. Killing it was not an easy task, costing the lives of five soldiers and resulting in the destruction of one of the dune buggies. But in the end, one of Chong's men had killed it with two anti-tank rockets. Butchering the dragon proved to be a much easier task, with the dragon's steel-hard scales providing no resistance to plasma pole cutters designed to cut through thick starship hulls.
"All right, men," the division commander said. "Chong wants at least two dragon carcasses. I think we—"
Several pops were heard as the Aurors had apparated in. They had easily located Chong's dragon hunting team thanks to the Human-presence-revealing Spell.
"Make a run for it!" the division commander ordered, climbing aboard the empty repulsorsled. The trio of vehicles sped off
A Stunning charm narrowly missed him. He tossed down a smoke grenade, producing a huge plume of choking white smoke that concealed his group.
The lead Auror Vanished the smoke grenade. He suspected they were Muggles, but there was no way a group of Muggles could have killed and butchered a Ironbelly. "Auror Smythe!" he barked. "Get back to the hut and alert Minister Fudge that we have found the interlopers in Innse Gall Dragon Reservation! Have them send Hit Wizard back up! The rest of you, we'll try to delay them!"
Auror Smythe nodded and with a pop, he disapparated back to the keeper's hut. The others congregated around the lead Auror and waited for his signal to apparate.
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(Pottermore - Esbenshire)
The street fight had finally been quelled with arrests and injuries on both sides. Esbenshire Stones and Scrying came out with every window smashed, but nothing had been stolen.
While they were open for business, the curfew was approaching and Nick would have to hurry if he didn't want to get arrested by the overly touchy Aurors.
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A booming voice echoed through the streets outside the Burning Wick. "Attention, the riot has been dispersed. You may now continue your daily activities. Be warned that a curfew is in effect and all non-Ministry personnel are to be off the streets in an hour."
"An hour!?" someone complained. "That's not enough time to get my potion ingredients!"
"Blame those bloody Pinkstone w------s," another person replied, slamming down their pint of lager.
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The Welcome Center / Re: Just happy to be here.
« on: July 28, 2024, 11:08:58 AM »
Welcome, to the Gang of Five!
The Role playing section is the most active area of the forum. Feel free to ask around for recommendations or to even start your own RPs.
The Role playing section is the most active area of the forum. Feel free to ask around for recommendations or to even start your own RPs.
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: July 25, 2024, 10:32:07 PM »
(Esbenshire)
The Burning Wick was a small Esbenshire tavern that catered mostly to magicfolk. Though with Wittenweld's proclamation, it had opened its doors to Muggles as well. Though under strict scrutiny from the Aurors.
"First time here?" one of the bartenders asked, upon noticing Nick's Spirarian badge. "Would you like anything to eat or drink while we wait out the fight?"
"Bombarda Maxima!" The building shuddered as someone in the nearby closed off street had cast the Bombardment spell.
A young woman brushed some dust off her robes. Complicating things in Esbenshire, Muggles tended to dress like Magicfolk and vice versa to cause trouble to the Aurors.
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(Hogwarts)
"The cemetery will have to wait. I doubt they're going to allow anyone not associated with the Ministry near an active crime scene," Captain Carson said. "But I can start an investigation on that wood." She then checked her watch. It was technically the end of the day, but she still had office hours.
"Headmaster Dumbledore," Captain Carson said. "I thank you for the efforts to assist us. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have office hours."
She then got up and exited the Headmaster's tower.
The Burning Wick was a small Esbenshire tavern that catered mostly to magicfolk. Though with Wittenweld's proclamation, it had opened its doors to Muggles as well. Though under strict scrutiny from the Aurors.
"First time here?" one of the bartenders asked, upon noticing Nick's Spirarian badge. "Would you like anything to eat or drink while we wait out the fight?"
"Bombarda Maxima!" The building shuddered as someone in the nearby closed off street had cast the Bombardment spell.
A young woman brushed some dust off her robes. Complicating things in Esbenshire, Muggles tended to dress like Magicfolk and vice versa to cause trouble to the Aurors.
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(Hogwarts)
"The cemetery will have to wait. I doubt they're going to allow anyone not associated with the Ministry near an active crime scene," Captain Carson said. "But I can start an investigation on that wood." She then checked her watch. It was technically the end of the day, but she still had office hours.
"Headmaster Dumbledore," Captain Carson said. "I thank you for the efforts to assist us. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have office hours."
She then got up and exited the Headmaster's tower.
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Random Role Play / Re: Adventures In ToonWorld
« on: July 25, 2024, 10:18:44 PM »
"Excellent, Lord Stripetail," the first process server said. "The police are currently searching records of auction houses to see if any one else had received your artifacts, either intentionally or accidentally. They'll keep you posted on any recent updates. Now then, my partner and I bid you farewell."
He got up and then exited the room.
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As Blammo was incarcerated (at least to everyone's knowledge), Pfish, Chip, and the DZ were busy sweeping the Village for any explosives.
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Blammo had entered Gabriel's RV/base. Currently, it was located at the outskirts of Neo Gotham, in an abandoned factory. Thanks to the work of her Weasels as well as the RV's active camo system, it looked just like one of the factory's old box trucks that the company had left behind.
"So where's Inque?" one of the Weasels asked.
Gabriel was taking stock of the supplies and equipment located inside a closet that should not have fit inside the RV. "She's...acquiring supplies for us. A demonstration of the lethal powers of Dip and a bit of extra creds convinced her to continue working for us after the debacle that was her attempt at killing Stripetail and Batman." She sighed. "Thankfully, we had a lucky coincidence where his artifacts were stolen. That'll keep him busy."
Blammo's smile never left his face, even when one of the Weasels tossed him his old clown outfit. The clown began spinning and soon, his clothing had been changed. Wordlessly, he looked at Gabriel.
"Yes, Blammo," she said. "You can continue your demolitions."
He got up and then exited the room.
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As Blammo was incarcerated (at least to everyone's knowledge), Pfish, Chip, and the DZ were busy sweeping the Village for any explosives.
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Blammo had entered Gabriel's RV/base. Currently, it was located at the outskirts of Neo Gotham, in an abandoned factory. Thanks to the work of her Weasels as well as the RV's active camo system, it looked just like one of the factory's old box trucks that the company had left behind.
"So where's Inque?" one of the Weasels asked.
Gabriel was taking stock of the supplies and equipment located inside a closet that should not have fit inside the RV. "She's...acquiring supplies for us. A demonstration of the lethal powers of Dip and a bit of extra creds convinced her to continue working for us after the debacle that was her attempt at killing Stripetail and Batman." She sighed. "Thankfully, we had a lucky coincidence where his artifacts were stolen. That'll keep him busy."
Blammo's smile never left his face, even when one of the Weasels tossed him his old clown outfit. The clown began spinning and soon, his clothing had been changed. Wordlessly, he looked at Gabriel.
"Yes, Blammo," she said. "You can continue your demolitions."
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Random Role Play / Re: Insane Cafe 4: The Insane Frontier
« on: July 21, 2024, 11:58:18 PM »
(Dumbledore's Office)
Captain Carson nodded. "That would be appreciated, Headmaster," she replied. At the mention of the forest, she then turned to Stripetail. "Commander, do you think we should send a team over to investigate the forest and the cemetery?"
Inwardly, she sighed. While recon and intel gathering could reasonably be covered under "lesson research and planning activities", more...direct means of stopping Chong — whether it was attacking one of his groups or destroying his resources or satellite bases — most certainly would not be covered under that. Hopefully, she could find a way to engage in kinetic action against him without compromising her cover and pissing off the Ministry of Magic.
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(Esbenshire)
"Sir," one of the Aurors said to Nick as he tried to make his way to Ebinshire Stones and Scrying. "There's currently a riot we're trying to break up on this street. I'm going to have to ask you to move along as this street is closed."
Captain Carson nodded. "That would be appreciated, Headmaster," she replied. At the mention of the forest, she then turned to Stripetail. "Commander, do you think we should send a team over to investigate the forest and the cemetery?"
Inwardly, she sighed. While recon and intel gathering could reasonably be covered under "lesson research and planning activities", more...direct means of stopping Chong — whether it was attacking one of his groups or destroying his resources or satellite bases — most certainly would not be covered under that. Hopefully, she could find a way to engage in kinetic action against him without compromising her cover and pissing off the Ministry of Magic.
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(Esbenshire)
"Sir," one of the Aurors said to Nick as he tried to make his way to Ebinshire Stones and Scrying. "There's currently a riot we're trying to break up on this street. I'm going to have to ask you to move along as this street is closed."