(yeah, but not the environment though. With me and my low self esteem issues and "kill everyone" issues, the alien roleplay is going to be fun.)

(I'm not trying to be rude or imply you quit, it just gets very confusing when everyone's trying to force their own major events at once, especially if someone needs to step back to irl a bit and comes back to find they've fallen out of the story because everything moved on without them.

I'm guilty of it myself sometimes since I'm used to being the DM for groups, so throwing random stuff comes to me naturally especially if things are going on without direction.

I could get more into this but I'd rather not hog ooc or come off as pretentious because I've been rping longer than some people have been alive, lol)

"Name's Lishian." He glanced back. "Er, don't mind Nic, he tends to like flashing around his blades."

"Can I pulverize Li yet?" NIcote whispered to Astra.

*Dude no,* Astra whispered back. *because he does have a point.* she said nodded toward his blade. *like quite literally.*

NIcote sighed. "Fine....." But he knew they both knew he'd never intentionally kill LIshian. Nicote didn't kill. Even if it was mindless practically-dead zombie person.

She grinned. *Thanks* She said punching him gently in the soldier with her other hand. Lishian was too much of a zombie person already.

(I haven't even really posted here but I basically hijacked another rp currently ongoing because the person running it disappeared.
plus wolfman happened in medieval times and derailed the plotline enough to basically turn the group into a prp uh

Just saying I do it a lot accidentally

I'm letting you write your own plot, Lark. I usually just try to run with whatever comes up though, but I generally try to leave the setting alone and not railroad you into writing anything in particular)

Axel glanced at Nic's blade, down at his pocket knife, then flipped the tiny blade back down and stuffed it into his pocket. Yeah, that's not going to help me. He backed up a pace, just to keep distance.
"Look, I know how you knew I was there, so don't try and butter me up with stories about how an Intuitive killed your mom or whatever and let's just get to the point."

(I mean, I changed the air and had Katie walk towards the tallest tree nearby. I have no idea. All I know is that people say I don't have enough of it. I honestly don't know how to get it.)