Athinar

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔸 𝕆𝔽 𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕃

I'm still here. I just have nothing to really post about.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

I volunteer to drive and do the thing. Randy's job required quite a bit of travel, so he'd be a good driver.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

I really don't have an opinion, anyone is good for me.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

*Cracks knuckles and neck*
Time to be a dick again...

@Bishop

Thank you for providing an acceptable target.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

Randy Jones

Randy winked at Raissa. "We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. Iris Murdoch. I'd think that's pretty poetic." Nodding at Jervis, Randy accepted the dossiers, sitting down at a barstool, flipping through the pages with incredible speed. The author had always been a quick read, and writing had improved his speedreading.

As he read through Dolores' dossier, Randy blanched, face turning white. "Th'fuck... Sweet mother Mary, this poor girl... Died so young... And what she did..." The man set the dossiers down at the bar, and covered his face with his hand. Her story read like a Shakespearean tragedy, and ended like one. But... what she had become scared Randy. He simply couldn't conceive of someone doing what Dolores was doing in the name of 'love'. That wasn't love. That was... perversion.

Randy didn't really react to the others after that. He just thought on the poor girl, and signaled to Jervis for another beer. It appeared that he would need it. He didn't have any strong opinion on any of the girls except Dolores.

She... scared him.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

@Bishop :P

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

@Bishop _{sorrynotsorry} <3

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

Randy Jones

Randy was sitting on the couch in front of the 'television,' alternating between watching the fight and watching the other 'assassins' bicker. He was drinking what, for all intents and purposes, appeared to be a glass full of Guinness, with the ghost of a smile on his face. It was funny how the eight other Jones, after all this time, still fought like children. He supposed staying cooped up in one room for such a long time would do that to anyone, even though most of the other Jones were adults, or at least, were supposed to be. Taking a swig from his drink, Randy downed it in one go. He wished he could get drunk, but apparently undeath didn't let him. A shame, because he wished he could be drunk when everyone was talking.

Standing up, Randy stretched, and popping his back, walked towards the 'television'. The target had Nick in a bad way, and, more than likely, he'd switch out with someone who was more skilled with hand-to-hand. Probably Bill or John. And as he predicted, Nick's words came through the 'television', reverberating in Randy's chest, calling for Johnathan. Laughing as he just poofed out of the room, dropping his drink on the floor, Randy turned to Nick, who stood in front of the television, a bit on edge from just being in a fight. Raising his glass in greeting, Randy said, "Thanks for getting that arsehole out of here. I swear, that shitweasel makes me want to kill myself. Funny, innit. " Finishing the last of his glass, Randy walked up to the bar, setting the empty glass in front of Jarvis. "I'm done for now, Jarvis. Thanks for the Guinness. Been a while since I had any."

Turning to the rest of the room, Randy said, "I can assume we all enjoyed seeing dear Johnny get shot, right there? I mean, I'm glad he completed the mission, but... schadenfreude is a funny thing."

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

Working on a post in earnest. Should be done tonight.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I am really, really sorry, and this is really, really awkward. But I have more exams on Thursday, and I'm trying to be a functional human being, so I'm going to go to sleep, and finish in the morning. Sorry. I honestly thought I could get it done, but my mind conspired against me. Go ahead and post, Reaper, I'll post as soon as I wake up.