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by Fvaarniimar » Mon Nov 02, 2015 12:13 am
by Highfort » Mon Nov 02, 2015 6:01 am
by Monfrox » Mon Nov 02, 2015 12:54 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Northwest Slobovia » Tue Nov 03, 2015 5:34 pm
Monfrox wrote:"I mean, I was always a fuck up. I've got a track record of not learning things until I screw it up, and if that's the tone I'm setting for my time here then I might as well just go fuckin' hide in my room and not get in the way when things go down. I mean...I'd like to help, and I want to do my part and show that I can pull my own weight, but I don't think that's going to be possible. God, what was I even thinking? Yeah sure, be a part of the medical team when I can't even stand the sight of my own blood..."
Northwest Slobovia wrote:Amanda polished off her eggs, washed them down with coffee, and refilled her mug from the coffee pot, leaving it almost empty. Margaret bustled over to replace it, and Amanda caught her eye. "Do you mind if we ask you a few questions? We'll need to find our way in this world, and we'll need some idea of how to start."
by Fvaarniimar » Tue Nov 03, 2015 7:53 pm
Cer wrote:He had almost gained them when a small girl nearly trotted into him. The Astartes came to a halt and bowed his knees to set the cabinet down.
"Hey girly, watch out. Might have been squashed," he wiped his forehead with a wrist. "Anyone else coming up with you? Don't want to squash them, either."
by Monfrox » Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:29 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Swith Witherward » Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:58 pm
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Zarkanians » Tue Nov 03, 2015 10:31 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:THE PONY AND THE DAEMON... AND CATRAIN ARKAY
Professor Plum. It was true. It always seemed to be him. Rache chuckled as he opened the door for Willow.
They had just stepped foot into the lobby when Volker sounded the alarm. No, nothing fierce was attacking. The tunnel to the chandelier was obviously blocked. The fixture swung violently, then shuddered, and finally grew still.
"Hans! Hans, would you mind?"
Rache signed. Of course he minded. He always did. Hans wouldn't, however, and so he gestured towards the desk with a sharp tick of his head to indicate that they had a minor stop before seeking Klaus. The Daemon's host swept the coffee cup off the desk, then spoke loudly enough to the front desk cultist to be heard by the idiots inside the chandelier.
"See this? It's a gate. Repeat it."
Volker blinked at the cup. "It's a gate."
"Good, now you better duck, because if you don't, whoever needs to come through is going to slam into you." Rache's lips twisted into a fiendish smile as he handed the cup to the cultist. "And it's going to hurt. Very, very badly."
And since Volker suddenly found himself wondering just how badly it could hurt... it became so. The cup in his arms shuddered, and a second later a body flew out of it, smacking him squarely in the face. The pair tumbled backwards, and Volker's back painfully slammed into the desk, knocking the wind from his lungs with a mighty OOF! Both cultist and newcomer slowly slid down the desk's front, and then crumpled onto the floor.
"My kidneys," the former Nazi wheezed, tears forming in his eyes as he clutched at his back.
The new Resident didn't seem too badly off. In fact, he wouldn't have felt a thing, being fast asleep during his journey here. He also wasn't terribly large. Rache regarded him, taking note of his goggles and slumbering snores. The Daemon's host nudged him with a boot tip to break the spell. Poor Catrain would awaken to find himself in a place far from home, and a place that was a thousand times more strange than his weirdest dreams.
"Right, all yours. Make sure he signs the lease," Rache quipped as Volker extracted himself from under Catrain.
"Shall we?" Rache gestured towards the stairs.
by Fvaarniimar » Tue Nov 03, 2015 11:00 pm
by Giovenith » Wed Nov 04, 2015 2:38 am
by The BranRiech » Wed Nov 04, 2015 5:39 am
Swith Witherward wrote:TEEN CLUB
Time had passed, and Marcus was feeling rather guilty for not going with the lizard and representative. He kept an ear on the conversation, however, and was was as surprised as Giovenith when Drova stated that he was seeing Torii. The girl had never mentioned it to him, so it must be a recent development.
Likewise, Myra was a bit perplexed. It was only a few short hours ago that Torii was trying to sort her thoughts, and had decided that a relationship wasn't the right thing right now. She'd focus on her stuff instead. Of course, a few hours ago none of them realized both sisters would have to leave. Maybe Torii had asked him to be her boyfriend after the announcement? That was possible.
She drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, perching her chin on top. This was in interesting development indeed. She waited for Drova to answer Nick.
Marcus stopped strumming the guitar. He'd always thought of Drova as a spoiled crybaby, or else a pompous ass - not being privy to private conversations that would have convinced him otherwise, he held his verdict in check and simply assumed Drova to be annoying. He felt his ire building now. What did he mean by "I almost feel like I'd rather have said no to her"? What the fuck was that? What. The. Fuck. Was. That? He'd rather reject the girl than suffer any sorrow. Selfish prick.
You know what? Fuck that shit.
Marcus put down the guitar and did what any sensible guy would do upon finding out his best tomboy friend was just some object to a stupid guy. His organic hand balled into a fist as he crossed the room.
"You fucking selfish bastard. Fuck you for fucking with her emotions," came the low growl. The punch that followed was backed by muscles honed from years of sweating over the forge and moving quickly to avoid molten splash, and he slammed the fist forward with every intention of popping the sweet prince in his sour face.
Myra squealed and slapped her hands to her mouth as she watched the usually-passive teen lose his cool.
by Primordial Luxa » Wed Nov 04, 2015 8:48 am
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Giovenith » Wed Nov 04, 2015 4:55 pm
by Chedastan » Wed Nov 04, 2015 7:56 pm
by Highfort » Wed Nov 04, 2015 9:06 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Wed Nov 04, 2015 9:20 pm
Monfrox wrote:"Well I told you what was on my mind like you asked so what do you want me to do?"
by Monfrox » Wed Nov 04, 2015 11:28 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Cerillium » Thu Nov 05, 2015 8:28 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by The BranRiech » Thu Nov 05, 2015 8:40 pm
by Zarkanians » Thu Nov 05, 2015 9:14 pm
Cerillium wrote:LOBBY
"My kidneys are in hell," Volker wheezed back words studded by his Berliner accent. "But this not hell. It's - well, I don't know where it is."
He rose and offered his hand to Cat. "Up you get. And you are not dead. You've come because you've come, and you've arrived because you arrived. Now you need to sign the lease. If you don't, you can sleep in the lobby for a night or two, but then I'll turn you out as a vagrant."
Volker's voice dropped to a whisper, "I didn't have time to check the list to see what your name is."
by Chedastan » Thu Nov 05, 2015 11:09 pm
Cerillium wrote:DINING ROOM
Jalo's ears laid back in annoyance. Who was this General Romulus to tell him what his village should and shouldn't do? Here sat a Gatejumper with all the answers to questions that weren't even important. The centaur snorted in disgust.
"Now see here," he rose to stamp a front hoof. "I think we know a tad more about the Fiends than you do. We've endured them longer. We are quite safe provided we remain inside. Our existence isn't yet compromised."
The centaur's hoof tamped again as contempt threatened to blanket his good senses. "You say that, either way, people were doomed to die anyway in the coming events. You, sir, might be doomed to die. We, sir, are not. You say that the survivors can remain in the building as the Fiends are lured away from the area? You mean, the non-combatants can remain in the Building, as we did a little while ago, while those with weapons and experience drive off the Fiends? Yes, that could work. Be our guest. Find a way to drive them away. They've never been seen near the city, but perhaps you might persuade them? Herding them like that would require the ability to outrun them, which will take vehicles. Lots of vehicles, given the River of Fiends. The vehicles will have to be armored to survive the Fiends, since they will try to attack the vehicles." His tail swished. "Perhaps the general can pull an armored division from his ass? I surely can't. We have three vehicles total in our village, and the blacksmith would be loathe to part with them. And when the city comes knocking with all their might to take our hides for setting monsters upon them, you can be the first to step forward and claim the action."
by Giovenith » Thu Nov 05, 2015 11:42 pm
by Swith Witherward » Fri Nov 06, 2015 1:58 am
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Fri Nov 06, 2015 5:17 am
by Fvaarniimar » Fri Nov 06, 2015 12:51 pm
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