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by The BranRiech » Wed Mar 19, 2014 8:42 pm
by Torsiedelle » Wed Mar 19, 2014 8:46 pm
by Monfrox » Wed Mar 19, 2014 8:59 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 Morlodania » Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:05 pm
Gallade wrote:My Little Morlo, Abduction is Magic~
by Torsiedelle » Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:06 pm
by Swith Witherward » Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:16 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Slithering slowly from the Clinic, first came Toscha, followed by a bedraggled-looking Kei. They shared no words together, only a curt nod from one to the other, and both went their seperate ways. Kei was off to hang out in her room and meditate, while Toscha was ready for the day. He wanted to forget, more than anything, to forget the horrors of the previous events he had to fight through.
He slithered awkwardly up the stairs and into the dining room to find something to munch on.
Meanwhile, Drova and Yuna were starting to stir, both were back in their room.
Yuna took her shower, and then let Drova take his while she dressed for the day. Figuring she wanted dearly to get back into her routine, she went to a drainpipe in their kitchenette, and shouted a name.
"Will."
--
The bomb-shelter door slid open, and stayed there, showing that anyone who wanted, was free to drop by if they so chose. The Nikanors were busy putting a fresh-coat of paint on the walls, and the whole thing looked like a mess so far, with newspaper spread all over. Tolya was being kept in Rachelle's room at the moment with his sister, and Rylli was making quick breaks to check on them between painting.
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by Monfrox » Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:25 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 Giovenith » Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:38 pm
by Torsiedelle » Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:40 pm
Monfrox wrote:Flint racked her brain for information as she studied the girl. She certainly looked familiar, and she heard her name before, but where? It took a few seconds for it to click, but she snapped her fingers. "Ah! Da! Tora, was it? Привет! Как дела? Faring well, da?" Flint smirked at her, finally recognizing the girl for the one whose apartment she rummaged through once before. She'd never tell her she did it, at least not until she was comfortable telling her.
by The BranRiech » Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:43 pm
by Swith Witherward » Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:56 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"I'll just try la-"
Nevermind, getting sucked through psychedelic pipes usually trailed off whatever you were saying, and Yuna was no different. She was deposited on the bed, and she looked over to see Will sitting there, relieved that some other Cultist wasn't going to be the one to greet her. "Hiya, Will." She huffed, a bit taken aback by the impromptu journey she just took through time and/or space.
"Well, you already know most of it, then, we got in a fight, fought with eachother afterwards, and now aren't. I just figured I haven't been back for training recently, and I . . . Well I want to keep going."
She blushed at the compliment, and filed it away in her mind.
★ 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 Factory of Spike » Wed Mar 19, 2014 11:31 pm
by Altito Asmoro » Thu Mar 20, 2014 2:05 am
by Primordial Luxa » Thu Mar 20, 2014 7:47 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 Monfrox » Thu Mar 20, 2014 9:15 am
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 Torsiedelle » Thu Mar 20, 2014 12:35 pm
Monfrox wrote:"Нуууу.......I guess. I was going to find new jacket and maybe undershirt too." Flint looked down at the numerous holes in her clothes, not to mention the large bloodstains around her pants. She looked like she was having a very intense time of the month. "Maybe new jeans would be appropriate." She muttered.
by Germanic Templars » Thu Mar 20, 2014 3:03 pm
by Mandicoria » Thu Mar 20, 2014 4:03 pm
by Tiltjuice » Thu Mar 20, 2014 4:09 pm
Mandicoria wrote:It was early in the day, the apartment of Mandi Corrin, a new arrival to Bielefeld, was extremely cold. The type of cold that would make one see their own breath. The air conditioning never worked properly for poor Mandi, probably because the Mandicorian Government always gives below average conditions in their sponsored apartments. Mandi woke up in a frightened state, another nightmare about the war.
You see, Mandi served in the 55th Mandicorian-Scandavian War, one that many would call meaningless. Both nations adressed any comments stating that as foreign propaganda. What was the controversial casus belli? A Mandicorian military commander strangled a Scandavian over a "Hello Kitty" bag. Although he is a rather well-educated individual, Mandi believed that that bag was a legitimate cause of war. His experiences in the war caused him to start getting nightmares almost every night, and extreme emotional breakdowns.
Once he got up, he took as sip of water and looked into a mirror. "Today will be a good day, Mandi. Remember what you say, and you'll be fine." he said as he looked his reflection in the eyes. Suddenly his reflection appeared to be moving on its own "Sure, you will, try remembering that when you see Scandi. Moron." His reflection told him.
"You're not real. Not real at all...." Mandi sighed
"Whatever."
And with that, his reflection went to normal, Mandi just sighed and walked over to his drawer and pulled out his clothes to the day. As he got dressed, he thought if he should try seeing what the Government of Bielefeld is up to, or just slack off and chat with his friends back home, he chose to actually get work done this time. Once he got dressed he grabbed his water bottle and walked out, looking out into the hallways of the apartment complex he grew worried of Scandi being in the same area as him.
by TotallyNotEvilLand » Thu Mar 20, 2014 4:19 pm
by Fraire » Thu Mar 20, 2014 4:30 pm
by Giovenith » Thu Mar 20, 2014 4:55 pm
TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:Cerril woke up in his bed, a loud yawn escaping his mouth as he threw himself up and looked around. "I had the dumbest fuckin' dream last night..." He said to himself before leaving the bed and throwing on his usual green war skirt. As he tightened the knot holding the thing together, he brushed his fur and headed out to the lobby, looking around before grinning. "Anyone mind calling me when a royal entourage gets here? I'm expecting my son soon."
by TotallyNotEvilLand » Thu Mar 20, 2014 4:58 pm
Giovenith wrote:TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:Cerril woke up in his bed, a loud yawn escaping his mouth as he threw himself up and looked around. "I had the dumbest fuckin' dream last night..." He said to himself before leaving the bed and throwing on his usual green war skirt. As he tightened the knot holding the thing together, he brushed his fur and headed out to the lobby, looking around before grinning. "Anyone mind calling me when a royal entourage gets here? I'm expecting my son soon."
"Good morning, Cerril," Willow greeted off-handedly, words muffled by a mouthful of Giovenith's clothing as he pulled the girl up to a sitting position. The teen growled but didn't protest, rubbing her eyes and trying to adjust them to the light. She almost fell over back asleep, but was quickly caught by the pony. "Your son? Kind of handling my own 'child' right now."
Willow had gone through the trouble of waking Giovenith enough (way too many) times to know that it was equivalent to trying to wake up a six year old. At least during the times in a normal setting she was less cranky, as being passed out on the floor presumably all night had clearly made her. He wondered if it would have been appropriate to try to rouse any of the other teens possibly in the lobby as well (he already only felt vaguely responsible for Giovenith by virtue of living with her).
by Mandicoria » Thu Mar 20, 2014 5:09 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:-snip-
by Giovenith » Thu Mar 20, 2014 5:18 pm
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