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by Highfort » Sun May 03, 2020 10:15 pm
by Holy Lykos » Fri May 08, 2020 5:53 am
by Giovenith » Fri May 08, 2020 8:55 pm
by Highfort » Sat May 16, 2020 11:51 am
by Monfrox » Sun May 17, 2020 12:35 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 Sylvanstreak » Thu May 21, 2020 8:01 am
by Holy Lykos » Fri May 22, 2020 4:06 pm
by Giovenith » Fri May 29, 2020 3:18 pm
by Monfrox » Thu Jun 04, 2020 11:39 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 Talchyon » Sat Jun 06, 2020 5:03 am
Giovenith wrote:The various attempts to cut away the grass proved to have largely temporary relief. The grass fell away as easily as grass could, but was replaced just as soon as it was cut, wrapping and wrapping around all it came in contact with.
The boy, or whatever it is, seemed to glide just out of reach. He observed the chaos unfold, unblinking, and without comment. Occasionally, he cracked his neck in order to direct the grass, apparently willing it to grab at that limb or knock this tool aside, making the experience difficult and threatening but not deadly, yet. It attempted to snatch at the handles of the Barber's scythes to pry them away, same with Jesse's knife. They lashed nastily at Jor, then pooled beneath the table to lift it into the air an attempt to shake him off.
It had a difficult time keeping up with Seamus, clearly not experienced in the art of leprechaun trickery. Dar noticed this in her struggle and had an idea.
"Seamus!" she called out to the little green man. "Try teleporting these people out of the grass!" She gestured towards the soldiers she was trying to free with her knife, constantly slashing away to keep some skin of theirs exposed so they wouldn't be completely lost.
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Sylvanstreak » Sun Jun 07, 2020 6:08 pm
by Highfort » Mon Jun 08, 2020 2:07 am
by Monfrox » Tue Jun 09, 2020 1:14 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 Holy Lykos » Fri Jun 12, 2020 12:32 pm
by Giovenith » Fri Jun 12, 2020 2:10 pm
by Highfort » Sun Jun 21, 2020 2:00 am
by Sylvanstreak » Sun Jun 21, 2020 10:50 am
by Monfrox » Thu Jun 25, 2020 1:11 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 Sylvanstreak » Thu Jun 25, 2020 11:30 pm
by Giovenith » Fri Jun 26, 2020 2:18 pm
by Monfrox » Sun Jun 28, 2020 3:19 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 Lancearc » Sun Jun 28, 2020 11:20 pm
Monfrox wrote:"We're here, Mr. Foster."
A door opened into the headquarters building. There were many doors, but most were never present until needed. A woman wearing a business casual style black suit walked in with the man known as Galen Foster. She was one of the more subtle employees of the Agency, with jet black hair in a neat ponytail and dull red eyes behind a pair of librarian's glasses that she minutely adjusted on the bridge of her nose. She looked around for a bit.
"It seems the team is out right now. Well, do take this opportunity to familiarize yourself with the dossier you were given regarding information on your current assignment and your teammates. I reiterate that last part: your teammates, Mr. Foster. People who will help you as you help them, so please try not to make trouble. The Agency would like to remind you that your contract and or assignment can be terminated at any point in time. Now, your room will be on the second floor near the end of the hall, room 2H. The first floor has many facilities to help accommodate us, but I'm sure you'll find everything you'll need in your room. They work like that, afterall. The rest of the team will arrive shortly, but I can answer any questions you may have now." She gave her spiel in a very matter-of-factly manner.
by Talchyon » Mon Jun 29, 2020 6:55 am
Holy Lykos wrote:Jormungand, one moment fighting for his life as the grass increasingly engulfed his lower body, soon found that the desperate clawing was making headway. He wasn't sure why, but pressed on and soon freed one of his legs and kicked himself up to a standing position. The entire world had fallen away in the rush of adrenaline, and being back on both feet he rapidly looked around to see what'd happened.
Of course, this came moments before his ears were assaulted by a sound that was ear-splitting for humans. For him, it was beyond excruciating. The hybrid let out a yelp of pain, hands immediately clasping over both of his ears as he jumped and scrambled backwards away from the source. His ears were left ringing by the acoustic trauma, but at least the flight of the crass creature had left him able to escape with the sheer terror the sound had induced tore the grass around his ankle.
The night stalker stumbled to the overturned table and sat himself down, trying to catch his breath as he watched the large mechs approach and the militia work to clear the grass and free people who'd been caught. Jor swallowed, breathing heavy as pain was starting to flare up where he'd landed and where the grass had attempted to grab and crush him. And from his ears, now too. Looked like his claws had also cut up his legs and pants in places too in the panic...
"Ah, hey Doc?" Jor tried flagging down their medic, speaking a bit loud as his hearing hadn't re-adjusted yet, "I might need a bit of help here when you got the time.. That critter threw me around something fierce. Don't think anything's broken at least. Legs feel a bit wobbly or I'd offer to help you transport people and get me checked out later."
Monfrox wrote:Brit watched Jim walk off, a lump still lodged in her chest. When he was gone, she huffed a heavy sigh mixed with anxiety and frustration. It's not your fault. She told herself as she headed off to see everyone else. She wiped the sweat that ran down her face in an annoyed grunt, only to realize it was blood from all the cuts when she pulled her hand away.
"Oh...shit..."
The thought of stitches and whatnot came to her mind as it raced and made her a bit light-headed. But she got herself under control and pushed on. Head wounds bled a lot, naturally. She wasn't going to die just yet. She approached the group and did a quick headcount. Everyone was here and still able to walk and talk for the most part, which was good.
"Alright, let's pile in and get moving. Looks like training will have to happen some other time." She paused to wipe the blood from her eyes again. "Shit...does anyone have a band-aid? Or like...fifty?"
Sylvanstreak wrote:The non-emergency wing of the hospital had less sterile white and overhangs, and more open spaces and plants. Mostly ivies, wrapped around a series of thinnish pillars holding up a relatively light roof. A service robot, done up in light pink torso and pale pearl gray treads, whirred through, watering the vines and trimming off some of the larger leaves before moving off again. Closer to the entrance’s sliding doors, where the group now clustered, hanging pots of geraniums decorated each side of the hallway.
Despite being under the dome and indoors, the Barber could still make out the wailing of the town’s siren, normally meant for warnings of incoming cicadas. No doubt the siren was Max the bartender’s way of signaling everyone.
A second robot, all white with the classic red cross on the front, bustled out, scanning arm already sweeping over the group. It moved, not toward Jor or Brit, but Seamus.
“Right this way please,” it said, somehow managing to give off a feeling of enjoying its job despite a flat, mechanical voice. Even the Barber couldn’t refrain from giving a double take at this. The medical robot was clearly malfunctioning, but what was it doing? Did it think Seamus was suffering from malnutrition? Or was it expecting normal humans only? Both? Neither? How odd.
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Giovenith » Sun Jul 05, 2020 9:57 pm
by Holy Lykos » Mon Jul 06, 2020 1:03 pm
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