BigPapaBelial

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Howdy, our buzzy friend contacted me said there is an RP here that I may be interested in. And after taking a look through it I may well be. So just putting my name in the hat.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

"Ranger Krait to Dispatch, send extr..." That's about as far as he got. Before an earth quake? No Wasteland who is getting to her feet doesn't seem affected. But that sure as hell doesn't stop the shakes, shivers and rolls from hitting him. The cracks and fissures in the ground throwing off his balance. So much so he has to lower his gun and his center of mass to regain some kind of balance. Then he sees something whizzing through the air. He ducks to the side, then feels and hears a ping! His walkie talkie spinning free of his hand. Training kicked in. Though it takes him a little bit to choose the best option. You can always de-escalate. But well magic was used and he was technically attacked. He chooses the best for the moment...

The words out of his mouth are, "Shinra Forces under attack!" And up comes the Winchester. That impromptu smoke screen kicked up by the fellow in the car sure made things harder, but he quickly unleashed two rounds into the smoke. No report back of something getting hit. Wasteland calmly striding through the smoke. With a bark she turns Lex's attention, "What...oh sonuva!" He races towards the trio heading for the bike cops.

"Freeze!" He shouts and snaps a third round off towards the trio and the bikes as they are suppressing the bike cops. "Stop where you are! This is only going to get worse!" He snaps off another shot, then motions to Wasteland, making a sort of cupping gesture with his free hand. the big gnarly looking canine beast gets a mean look on it's muzzle. Then with a push it's barreling after them. Snarls and blasting barks as it races after the rebel trio. Closing with them and the bikes. At the same time that Lex sends shots their way from his tooled down carbine, "Last warning! Stop in the name of Shinra!" Distantly Lex can ear the steady beat of chopper blades, did command get his half call for help?

Avatar: Order of the White Lotus

So uh hi. I am just wondering if there is any room left over here? I could try and come up with an Earth Bender if there is any room.

Starline - A Sci-Fi Tabletop-esque Rp for Non-Tabletop Players!

So is this not going anywhere?

Man-Things! (Skaven Roleplay)

So this didn't go anywhere huh? That's too bad. Would have loved to try this out.

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

Mistihkoman had thought his chances slim to none. Barely able in fact. So as the cards turned his elation rose. It couldn't be, another two card. A Spade, to add to his clubs and diamonds! A three of a kind, he remembered the man at Fort Edmonton tell him this is a good hand. He looked about the table, it's incredible. He won? He won. A big smile crosses his face, "Ah! Good medicine indeed. So much good medicine." He laughs softly and nods sagely. Indeed the time had come to lay down and he had laid it down the finest. Impressive really as he thought he had no chance. As he's about to voice his joy though, well things change.

As Logan reaches for the pot sounding quite put out Mistihkoman watches then his own ire burns brightly. They had taken his rifle, and bow and rifle butt club upon entering the saloon, but had failed to take his knife and tomahawk which were hidden inside his vest. As Logan extends his hands with that red faced look on his face Misithkoman moves. The tomahawk flits out and slams into the table top right between Logan's middle and ring fingers, missing his hand by mere hairsbreadths. He then whispers, "Do you know why they call me Big Knife?" And from the other side of his vest a hunting knife 40 centimetres long (1.3 foot), with a 10 centimeter wide (.3 foot) blade. It's a helluva a thing to see. Almost like the infamous bowie knife of James Bowie fame. He looks at Logan, his other hand still on the tomahawk handle, "I am a Hunter. And a Scout. And in battle these two professions make for fine bladework, Mr. Logan." His dark eyes glinted as he rose to his feet, he's a squat powerful figure, but with those two weapons he towers at the moment.

He grins, "You have Bad Medicine, Mr. Logan. It poisons your mind and heart." The dull glint of the blade in the Native man's hands almost like a dull star in the night sky. He raised it and pointed the hooked tip at Logan, "I would be glad to cut it from you if you wish." He turned the blade slightly the cutting edge of the blade catching the lamp light, "Come now white man. Continue your angry movements, so I may call on Omantiou as my witness to guide my hand."

Translations and Concepts

Omantiou = Alternatively Oymantiou, Great Spirit, Great Ancestor Spirit, God

The Cree People did not worship a single god, though there was a "greater" spirit they venerated. They did venerate a plethora of spirits in the world. Trees, beasts, bugs, wind, water. All things have a spirit to them. And the Crees would pay homage and prayer to the spirits in times they believed it was needed. Praying to the spirit of a animal as they hunted it. Praying to a river so it would be calm as they crossed it. Praying for rain or wind in times of need. But Oymantiou is the Great Spirit, the Great Ancestor of all who created the world and would be referenced in all moments of Prayer and would be called out to in times of tension.

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

Hah!

I'm sorry that's hilarious.

But okay then. Somehow.

Well I wanna see this post now.

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

go right ahead

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

I went in there too and I didn't have the option to roll either. Was too lazy at the time to say anything though...yeah sorry.

Starline - A Sci-Fi Tabletop-esque Rp for Non-Tabletop Players!

Hmmm interesting. Is this still on the "table"? Because I'd be willing to give it a try.

I may actually already have an idea for a character forming.