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"Kat"

The man glanced up at the sound of the woman's voice answering his question as to her name and raised a quizzical eyebrow to the redhead standing in front of him. "No other name?" 'Kat' shook her head, the slightly kinky curls crinkling against her face as she smiled, a beautiful smile that lit up her face.

"None that matter anymore"

Blink? Well his job was not to question why but merely do or die. He had a job to do and he would do so to the best of his ability. He glanced up again after writing her name down and tried to smile comfortingly but it was rather difficult to do since it wasn't something he was good at. Straightening up, he slid his fingers around, the cuff of his shirt, tugging on the edge and bringing it down around the wrist before swinging a hand wide, motioning her to sit down in the chair across from him. He really hated this part of the job but it would do for now. Quirking an eyebrow he watched the woman squirm slightly in the seat as she tried to get comfortable, tho even once settled, she seemed constantly in motion still, her foot tapping, her foot fidgetting, it was rather nerve wracking so he blurted out, trying to get to the point.

"Why are you here?"the emerald eyes that met and pierced his own gaze looked at him as if questioning everything he was or would be. but the smile that quirked her lips gave none of that away. "Philoshpical aren't we?" laughing a slightly husky belly laugh that threw him off guard once more "why are any of us here.... you sure you don't want to know something simpler, you could ask me "WHAT... is your name?, WHAT... is your quest?, WHAT... is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?" Laughing at the joke that for some odd reason he didn't get, 'Kat' shrugged it off and moved on "I'm here right now since Josh wants an interview type thing for his guild so I decided to insert you in here to make it easier for me to type it out RP style."

"Wha..?"

The man truly did not get it, his sole existence merely validated her own, as it should be ...she was after all a redheaded female and therefore a supreme specimen of what was good with the world. Watching as the nameless man began giving her odd little looks, she crossed her left ankle over her right as she leaned on the chairs arm, her fingernails tapping restlessly on the hard material waiting for the odd man she had created to get on with it so she could send it to Josh and be done with it, nto that she wouldn't enjoy doing it, she was just a bit impatient.

Finally he seemed to get his act together, coughing rather loudly before addressing her "alright then" he started slowly as if talking to a slight dimwit. "So...umm Kat?, how long have you been roleplaying?" She knew the questions after all she had been teh one to copy them from Josh's page and put them below where she was typing so she could reference them, still it was amusing to see how her brain imagined the little man before it saying them to her. Smothering a laugh, she answered the question with as much of a serious answer as she was capable of giving. "I've been roleplaying for 7 years, in the most technical of senses." she began " Mostly table top, but about 6 months or so , give or take a day, I had a friend drag me form my nice little niche in the art requests forum over to Barton Town on Gaia" relaxing against the back of the seat as she reminsiced, not even noting the interest finally shimmering in the interviewer's eyes. After all, he was only a figment of her imagination.

"I was horrible at first, making at most a 5 line post, but for some strange reason people were still drawn to my characters. I'm still not really sure why. I mean they had a in depth back ground but their playout was seriously lacking" The woman shuddered in horror at what used to be. "That lasted all of three months or so, till my birthday" a real smile quirking across her lips at the fond memory "Out of boredom I decided I would have a 'quest' for my birthday, but nothing simple like a OMG hat or a devils' tail oh no.." a light laugh escaped her throat " I wanted kisses, textual ones to be sure but still amusing nontheless" Her fingers went to her lips as if remembering a rather fond 'kiss'. "Josh, or themightyjello as I knew him then made this elaborate OOC RP post describing finding me through using my IP address and other rather elaborate measures just to give me a kiss for my birthday, it was then that it dawned on me that I wasn't giving my RPing, at least on Gaia my full effort, so while I didn't really drop off on posting I did observe his few and rare IC posts as well as others"

'Kat' grinned again, a large almost chesire cat grin before finishing "I decided to view my IC posts like my writings and put as much depth and detail into them as possible, tho my views on things were more emotional than descriptive though they did both, or at least I like to think so" laughing softly, the sound like warm honey as she continued, the laugh hanging in the air "I've been told I would make a good romance novelist..one like Nora Roberts or the like"

Without even a glance at the figment of her imagination,sitting across from her she moved onto the next question, not wishing to deal with is obnoxius attitude, where in her mind had she pulled him from, probably the a*****e part that her 'Grayson' character was a part of, a remeinder of all the asses she had met in her life. Tho this was was just tedius to begin with, oh well another part of her brain to scrutiny later when she had time. "roleplaying for me is so very enticing on so many levels, I could go on about it for days...but I won't" her hand brushing through the burnished gold locks of hair "mostly cause I know how slow of reader Josh is and I'm trying to keep this as concise as possible while still making for a good read."

Pushing her elbow off of the arm she had been leaning on, 'Kat' laid her hands down, one on each of her knees as she looked right at the 'interviewer' she had created to help her with this little post. This was turning out to be rather fun, not like the rather drudgery she had envisioned when Matt had come up with his little RP requirement fo rhis guild."tho i have this to say to Josh, who should be reading this at some point, for me this question and the next really tie intogether. So I will be addressing them as such, going back and forth between the two, just so he can't accuse me of skipping a question..." laughing again "Not that he would, it's really just to clarify for anyone really, who might read this later."

"Anyways, back to the interview, roleplay is life, not just in the sense of the geeks in the darkened rooms, rolling dice and hoping for the best while hoarding the treasure fromt heir team mates, tho it does encompass that as well. Roleplay is life for the simple fact that in every facet of life we are playing a part, wether it be a mother, son, sister, boss, friend. It's a role and we are actors" She rather liked the analogy and was really pleased that she finally got to use it, it wasn't really hers, affter all even shakesphere the crude philanderer, had once said, 'the world was a stage and all the people merely actors' or something of that nature..well she was pretty sure it was 'The Bard' who had said it. But no matter back to the task at hand.

"It is this burning desire within our chest, to get out and express the bits of our personality that don't get enough to take them out and excercise them so we don't keep them bundled up so tightly that one day they exploded and not in the jello squishy good way but develop into true personalities that begin to take over our life." She wasn't really sure if she was making herself clear or not, but then again if her imagination couldn't understand her then there was little hope for the rest of the world.

Then again, said imagination was simply sitting there staring dully at her since she didn't really need him anymore if she ever really had."So anyways...we bring out this personalities to see how they intereact with other peoples characters, maybe justifing for ourselves in some small way that our existence has meaning and we aren't on an empty stage playing only to the Master's fiddle merely for their amusement." She leaned her head back, pressed the curve at the back of her neck to her spine as she stretched her arms above her head enticingly, her hands clasped to keep from overextending herself. She wasn't sure who she was trying to entice but it was such a nice adjective and described what most men thought of women stretching was like so she went with it.

"That at least is what attracts me to roleplaying and makes it so enticing to do, an outlet for all these bit of my personality...well that and to work out little emotional problems about myself that I need to deal with, much like the one I'm doing now, elsewhere on Gaia. Most people who know me know what that one is about, even if they don't 'get' it all that well." the green eyes flickered uncertainily for a moment "Well I suppose that theory isn't really that seldomly addressed but it is a fairly deep rooted phychological issue, then again it could simply be my ego talking and telling me that"

Finally as she wound down, the almost nonexistant personality that was 'supposed' to be interviewing her perked up and smiled, tho his smile was that this thing was almost over and he could go on and go back into her brain and not have to deal with her absent mindness.He was convinced that was all he was now, a figment of her imagination or he would have shot himself out of tedium from listening to her answer question he somehow already knew her answers to. "Alright 'Kat', almost done now. Only a few more questions to go."

A tired look came into her eyes, did even her own imagination think her such a dullard, as to have to tell her repeatedly what she already knew. Perhaps she needed to find something to do other than bring personalities to life after all. No, that couldn't be in, it was her own form of stress relief. The woman yawned and glanced down at the transcript of this 'interview' and corrected a few minor typos before nodding that she understood and was actually grateful herself that this was almost over.

"Well since you already know the questions why don't you just go ahead and I'll sit here and do nothing as usual it seems" it was becoming painfully obvious she thought even less of him, then he did of her. She began simply enough, merely wanting to get this over with "When roleplaying, my character are an extension of myself, not directly or even really indirectly, but over time they morph into something that is just like a sliver of my personality, part of me, yet their own sperate entity. I don't plan it but everything I set up as a basis ends up working for the greater overall scheme and is a bit frighteneing as to how well I planned it out, though it was unintentional." Glanicng over at the figment before her "I have you to thank for that, I may not know my own mind but you do enough that everything turns out alright in the end, if you will pardon the bad pun" making a reference to certain persons effforts at forcing a post out.

"The role I take is one I'm used to taking in real life. Not a leader persa but not a follower. I'm not the obvious leader anyways. I'm the person others take their cues from. " She frowned a little "That sounds so egotisical, I don't mean to be it's simply what I've observed. I try and make people think things through a bit more than they are used to, and while I'm generally a nice person I will let them know if something majorly bothers me. Although...at the same time I'm fairly laid back, tho with an intense personality." She yawned slowly, glancing at the time and wondering where TMJ was with that post he was working on, before deciding it didn't matter, it gave her a chance to finish this thing."I tend to not have issues with most things people do with thier characters, agreeing completely with that catch 22 phrase of Josh's, you can do anything you want as long as someone doesn't stop you from doing it. If I have an issue I'll bring it up but unless it's just too far fetched to be even remotely believeable, I will simply discuss it with the person so I can understand it better."

That was it really, the end of the actual questions. She stood up and yawned again before walking over the two steps that seperated her from the interviewer . Bending down over him, she smiled "I bet you want to go back inside my head" watching as he nodded meekly. Her voice softened as she leaned down further to whisper into his ear "tough s**t" her right hand, hooking into a fist and and slamming it upside his head, knocking him out cold, the punch having slapped him upside the temple hard enough to give him a ringer of a headache when he awoke if she allowed him to awake that was.

She straightened and brushed her clothing before pivoting on one heel, before she stopped cursing "Damn and Double Damn, I forgot the catch phrase" pausing over the submit button on her PM box. She then laughed "No, I guess I didn't" then pressing the button to send it to the wiggly one, hoping it was good enough for a after midnight effort. "and yes Josh, I read and understand the rules.......and think that 3 is a very sexy number" giving a small wink at the fake out of pressing the submit button.

Yes, I think I'll try out for your team, or whatever this is, you maniacal little monkey, you. domokun

"I have read and understand the rules... and think that 3 is a very sexy number." domokun

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1. My name? I - am - BATMAN! scream ... but most people call me Max. ninja


2. I quest to unite the people of all the third-world countries under one flag of persecution and hatred. We shall purge the land of the infidels- those who do not accept our bicostal canibalistic belief-system -and impose our uniform society on that of the world! ... but those damn Canadians might have beat us to the punch. stare


3. Weasley eyes darted back and forth behind a pair of dark aviator glasses as Maxi the Pad slowly backed his way into a corner, a semi-circle of men in black suits slowly closing in about him. With a 'blur'- he figured he was pretty damn fast -of furious motion, he busts out a couple of green apples from beneath his Yank's hat and starts pelting them, screaming at the top of his voice.

"You'll never know the location of the Jade Monkey! Never!" scream

Snorting quietly in discontent, the men in black suits cover their important areas- nuts and face -and keep on advancing. They were just apples, after all. One dude, the leader of the pack, steps forward and takes a swipe at Max with a fountain pen, snarling.

"Damnit, boy, we're the IRS! Is your father home?"

Recognizing the obvious trick for what it was, Max- the number one Feeble Force member ( mrgreen ) -busts out a 15th century broadsword from midair and decapitates the agents of evil, effectively ending their reign of terror. With the threat against the world successfully subdued, he sits down in his corner and begins braiding the hair on one of the heads, using his powers of Feeble doom to shrink the dome- voodoo-style.

"Hm... RPing? A year or two, I guess. Funny you should ask that, Mr. Decapitated-shrunken-head. I heard that you voodoo folk usually just talk about alligator testicles and things of the sort."

He then mouthes the word 'what?' and leans down, putting the shrivveled head's mouth to his ear, as if listening to a secretive whisper. Maximus nods slyly and glances about, a sneaky grin playing across his face.

"Ah, you are a wily one, my friend. Only you would ask me a question like that... and that is why you must die! ... but before your death, I guess I should tell you that the sheer insanity and chaos of RPing appeals to me- guess why."

Using his magical fire breathe- yes, he does have it -Maxi the Pad roasts the head to a little crisp, then feeds it to a pig which had wandered nearby. Flipping off the ground and landing on his head, cracking a few vertebrae in the process, he crosses his arms and strokes his chin, making ponderous noises. Ponderous noises, you ask? Yes, ponderous noises. It is a mix between an overweight bear named after fecal matter, and a disgruntled cow- obviously.

"A horse is a horse, of course, of course...? What kind of crap is that!? The number one rule of role playing is that nothing is as it seems! Therefore... the horse is a BOMB! Run!" gonk

Max's legs begin turning furiously in the air as he tried his darndest to get away from the impending equine explosion, but to no avail? No avail? Not in his mind, thank you! He was MILES away, so he stopped turning his legs, and took up the ponderous position again. Let's not go back into the whole ponderous thing, aight?

"I don't have a role in role playing! I'm the fuggin' comic relief! ...and the occassional lova, if the mood strikes me. I'm just a snuggly-assed bear, baby."

The source of the questions he was answering was unseen, but one could only guess that there was some banevolent laundry list nearby supplying him with all the information he needed. Maximus fealt a slow ache in his chest begin to build, and his eyes snapped open wide! - eek . Before what he knew was coming came, he shouts at his credo to the world! Making his mark on the earth for the rest of time!

"s**t HAPPENS WHEN YOU PARTY NAKED!" scream / blaugh

... he imploded.

Name:Iris Silver

Quest: To learn how to Rp and have fun at the same time.

The newsroom was packed, or so Iris would like to believe. When push comes to shove she always finds herself in the front but not today, the spotlight was on her. A tall man dressed in a formal gray coat approached her with a dazzling smile and graceful voice. He spoke to her, asking her questions with the same solemn smile.

"So Iris eh? It's a pleasure to meet you. Why don't you tell us about yourself and why you are so interested in this 'RP' thing."

A bright smile brimmed across Iris face as she started to speak, answering every question that came to mind, even the unspoken ones. "Well Roleplay has always caught my interests. I've been at it for a good 7 monthes now, on and off. Roleplay allows me to express myself and to tell a story about a character. Of course this character more often times represents me *victory sign* and allows me to embrace a world that I couldn't do in reality."

Iris fell back into the seat behind her that she didn't notice was there. All the commotion and tense air around her must have caused her to be near-sighted. Of course this only brought a giggle from the handsome interviewer as he continued his questions.

"Hehe, quite interesting. But why do you think so many people go into this 'RP' thing?"

From under her dark banes Iris watched him, a gentle gaze he portrayed as she continued to answer. "Well you see, people tend to feel trapped or unable to embrace the greater things in life. So they go into a fantasy world to express their feelings through characters that they can control in any way they want. Of course this isn't always a good thing. Not all people want to 'express' themselves appropriately in this fantasy world we create. Perhaps this is why guidelines were created. Funny how even here we have rules, just like in real life. But all in all, it is a way to search for freedom, a freedom that is in our minds."

An idle hand scarched the back of the man's head trying to decipher what Iris had just said. "Alrighty. Where do you tend to go in these 'RP' of yours? And does your character always play the Hero? I bet in many of them, everyone wants to be one."

Iris crossed her leg and attempted to press out any crease she found in her skirt, not giving any direct eye contact towards the man. "I go anywhere the wind takes me so to speak. I have no preference in where I rp, as long as it's with a nice community. Even though it gets rather boring with everyone trying to be the hero, I don't see it as being bad at all. It's good that everyone tries to strive for the best. My character tends to move RP's that aren't really going anywhere by throwing more plot in. More than often, RP gets 'stuck' because everyone is waiting for everyone else to make a move. Unfortunately my characters always end up on the short end but that doesn't mean I'm not trying to take the lead. The style I take while RP either lightens the mood of the RP or at least make someone smile. I always want to bring a smile or two for everone." blaugh

Tap Tap Tap

"Wait's whats going on? Why is everyone getting dark?"

Just then a harsh voice shot at her, a voice of authority, a voice of a .. teacher. "Are you sleeping again young lady? If I catch you one more time..."

Just as her words rolled off her tongue, Iris was already in another world, in another dream~