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by Krytonus » Thu Feb 04, 2016 5:01 pm
The Irishman who doesn't drink, nursing a Pepsi in the corner of The Pub.
I thought I made a mistake once, but I was wrong.
by The Assorted Saharan Outposts » Thu Feb 04, 2016 5:08 pm
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by Orles » Thu Feb 04, 2016 10:44 pm
by El Fiji Grande » Thu Feb 04, 2016 11:09 pm
by The Tricolour » Fri Feb 05, 2016 5:45 am
UKCS wrote:Appears right-wing (FKBS) and it also seems French.
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by Krytonus » Fri Feb 05, 2016 10:32 am
The Irishman who doesn't drink, nursing a Pepsi in the corner of The Pub.
I thought I made a mistake once, but I was wrong.
by The Assorted Saharan Outposts » Fri Feb 05, 2016 12:08 pm
by Aidannadia » Fri Feb 05, 2016 7:50 pm
El Fiji Grande wrote:Nieman awoke to find his world upside down, literally. He lay crumpled in a corner of the train, his face pressed tight against the floor. Blood was crusted sticky from one ear all the way to his jaw. Shards of glass were on the floor. A long scrape of cut flesh sizzled with pain. He uncurled from his position to find the train a ruin. A woman lay beside him, eyes dulled by death. Blood was pooled on the ground, and murky ripples emanated rhythmically as drops of the thick red substance hit the pool. A few other men seemed hurt, some with bloodshot eyes, others with large bruises. A few seemed relatively unharmed. Perhaps they could get help. Nieman groaned. I'm alive... help He tried to get up, but only squirmed a bit. Rest for now.
by The Assorted Saharan Outposts » Fri Feb 05, 2016 8:56 pm
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by The Tricolour » Sat Feb 06, 2016 5:20 am
The Tricolour wrote:Charles, once in the streetcar, noticed the other ones who had been called down. One was a man, and one was a woman. He looked at the man in interest, as he felt bumps on his arm, looked at it, and saw numbers. He seemed to go into some sort of trance before coming back into the world. Charles looked on his arm, and indeed there were numbers on it, too. 3... 2... 0... 7. He looked on his arm for something else. Maybe this would trigger some kind of memory about who he was. Maybe he would go into a trance like that man.
UKCS wrote:Appears right-wing (FKBS) and it also seems French.
NUKE NUKE NUKE NUKE NUKE!
by New Estaris » Sat Feb 06, 2016 10:56 am
by Krytonus » Sat Feb 06, 2016 1:05 pm
The Irishman who doesn't drink, nursing a Pepsi in the corner of The Pub.
I thought I made a mistake once, but I was wrong.
by Orles » Sat Feb 06, 2016 3:54 pm
Aidannadia wrote:Zaragoza looked over at the cause of the groan: a slumped pile of flesh and bone that was rapped in some tattered mat of clothes. He checked the man's neck for a pulse; a small beat greeted his two forefingers, which brought a slight shiny sheen to his eyes. "Thank god." He said under his breath before expelling a ball of white light from his palm to shine some clarity on the situation.
"His head is cut badly, and he may have more injuries elsewhere." Zaragoza stated, pulling back the man's hair to show the gash in his skull. He ripped another section of his flannel- the shirt now consisting of merely the sleeves, upper back, and collar- and tried to dress the wound in the revealing light of his ability.
"Wait a second... how did I know I could do that? Can everyone do that?" He asked, looking around at the others for answers. "Can you all make the light?"
by The Tricolour » Sat Feb 06, 2016 6:07 pm
New Estaris wrote:James saw the other man, Charles, was it? He also felt his tattoos, and fell into a trance. Immediately afterwards, he turned almost into a bear. He snarled and conjured up the staff. He prepared for com a against him.
UKCS wrote:Appears right-wing (FKBS) and it also seems French.
NUKE NUKE NUKE NUKE NUKE!
by The Assorted Saharan Outposts » Sat Feb 06, 2016 6:56 pm
Krytonus wrote:As I checked for any nearby roads, I heard a loud "clunk" and when I turned, Kyle was waving frantically. I quickly moved over to see what he was signalling about. He was standing next to the metal. I now had a proper chance to look at the contraption. I couldn't tell what it was, but what I did see sickened me. Two legs and a torso stuck out from underneath a chunk of torn metal. I gagged. The body stank. I reluctantly crouched down to the body. It was dark, so I couldn't determine anything. I slowly moved to grip the hunk of metal. I took a deep breath, and shifted it off the head.
by Aidannadia » Sat Feb 06, 2016 9:08 pm
Orles wrote:George stared in surprise at the light floating above the man's palm. "No...I can't. But I think...perhaps we all have some sort of power. You have the light, I can be empowered by the sun and moon...is that what connects us? Is that why we're together on this train?"
He turned, looking at his companions, staring at each momentarily as if he could somehow discern their powers by sight alone. He turned back to the man with the light. "Sir. My apologies, I do not know your name. How far can you cast your light? I know that kid said he didn't see anyone else out there, but the moon has some, shall we say, effects on me. It's late enough at night now that I should be more keen, more observant, than the average man. That, combined with the light, could possibly give us a better view of the outside, and at least confirm that no one's waiting for us with a gun."
by Barboneia » Sat Feb 06, 2016 9:16 pm
by Krytonus » Sun Feb 07, 2016 6:04 am
The Irishman who doesn't drink, nursing a Pepsi in the corner of The Pub.
I thought I made a mistake once, but I was wrong.
by The Assorted Saharan Outposts » Sun Feb 07, 2016 7:38 am
by Kinky Bastards » Sun Feb 07, 2016 2:18 pm
by New Estaris » Sun Feb 07, 2016 2:43 pm
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