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@Kimchi
'Twas an interesting text about the unrealistic standards some people have for their wife in addition to the duties some of them are expected to fulfill. In short, it was gud shit fam. However, if the goal of the whole thing was to show the troubles of all wives I could argue that not all wives that must go through this exactly, but i digress. Gud shit fam.
'Twas an interesting text about the unrealistic standards some people have for their wife in addition to the duties some of them are expected to fulfill. In short, it was gud shit fam. However, if the goal of the whole thing was to show the troubles of all wives I could argue that not all wives that must go through this exactly, but i digress. Gud shit fam.
Donovan Vrach
"Woah!" Being glomped from behind by Bel, a surprised Donovan gave a light chuckle that weakened as he noticed Bel distracted by something still. What's she thinking about? Returning to reality, he nodded in acknowledgement of his acquaintance's name before some guy who looked like he ran a mile entered the arcade, and the gang leader asked for a word with him too. Once out of Bel's embrace, the albino boy went to go tie his shoes and pick up his books, getting closer to the whole gang in the process. The orange-haired boy, the guy who just entered the arcade, some blue-haired man, and the leader of the gang had their conversation, and Donny learned some things; the most pressing piece of information being there is a war happening on Deep Ground as they speak. It was probably no odd coincidence that Bel was out the door by the time Donovan returned to his original spot. If there was a time that people would be grateful for help it'd be now. Turning to Alex, the albino boy cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry, but I gotta go! I'll see ya around," Donovan said as he rushed out, stopping just outside the door, "and wreck you at Dance Dance Revolution next time!"
He had to get online NOW. Examining his surroundings, the albino saw three people looking like they were napping over at a table, two of which he had seen in the arcade talking with the gang leader. The wannabe hero knew that they weren't sleeping, well... they could be sleeping, but that's irrelevant. Walking all the way to his house would take too long, he had to do this as soon as possible. Donovan sat down in the closest empty chair and got comfy before focusing on finding the network that would put him into the game.
Time for glory and salvation!
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Welcome, Nostradamus
Black City. Nostradamus jolted to the closest possible cover while his meager trading tent was blown away by turret fire. With the structure proving cover despite the devastating power of the turrets, his main concern shifted to helping anyone who wasn't killed yet and avoiding the immediate threat. "What the fuck's even happening..."
"Is somebody there?"
The plague doctor gazed around squinty-eyed trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. The building was just across the street. Just across the street. After taking a deep breath he sprinted to the structure housing who he presumed was an injured player. The turrets seemed to be distracted by something, luckily. Unsheathing his knife for a moment, Nostradamus shattered a window before hopping in.
"Whoever made that noise, ya have any health potions!"
It was his time to shine. He walked up the steps to the second floor and saw a low level Outlaw Ranger resting against a wall that seemed like it'd be coming down soon if the turrets gave it any more attention.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help," the doctor said as he cautiously walked over to the injured person. "I'll heal you then we'll find you a vehicle so you can get the hell out of here. Why are you alone here?"
"Turrets took out my party and pinned me here. Some Outlaw debuffed me so I can't move that fast till I get fixed up."
Nos used Bandage on the Ranger until his health reached 100%. The stranger gave a nod and smile as thanks before aiming his handgun at the medic's head. Grabbing the attacker's wrist, he forced the gun away from himself before swiftly unholstering his sawed-off shotgun and aiming it at the now pinned Outlaw.
"I'm sorry, but you've forced my hand."
Nostradamus unloaded a whole entire shotgun full of shells into his face, splattering the avatar's brain matter onto what remained of the wall. Alas, all the healing was for nothing. Helping people may not always be the easiest path, but it was a path worth taking. Hopefully it'd end differently with the next person he tries to help. Reloading his shotgun, Nostradamus got ready to leave once more to find players in need of a medic.
@Kimchi
I'll read it in a bit.
I'll read it in a bit.
Les do et. 
Keith Kratz
I don't blame her. Keith noticed the glance the dullahan gave him before choosing to interact with the new handler instead, and he fully understood why nobody would want to talk to a creature like him. Standing there quietly, he simply eavesdropped on the others exchanges, noting their tone, diction, as well as the rest.
"Well, we're supposed to be headed out already, but I suppose you and that Keith guy are the only ones who follow orders."
Oddly, the wendigo felt a sense of pride once he heard his master's words. He could follow orders! Even though the man was part of the same organization and species that degraded him, he valued those words.
"So you used to be a biker of sorts eh? Not exactly what I was hoping or looking for in a covert operations unit, but I guess it's better than a stripper and a hippie."
Being the only one not complained about in a group of supernaturals only served to please him further, but nobody would be able to tell from his expression. Regardless, Lavena's insistence that they not be underestimated caused him to feel a little hidden joy as well. However, the contact between Kit and Venus caused his face to noticeably shift as well; he didn't trust her, especially not with Kit's life. The wendigo knew all too well of the brutality supernaturals—in addition to humans—were capable of, so he chose to keep an eye on her, just out of the necessity to keep his brother safe. Now supposed to be entering another helicopter, the creature responded to Kit's wave with his own awkward gesture before hurrying in and seating himself. Time to continue his eavesdropping.
"He's a good guy. I know he may appear a bit...ah, shocking, but you can trust him."
The kinds remarks followed with a pat on the knee caused Keith to beam a toothy grin. No matter what happens, Kit must survive these four yea—"Let's all introduce ourselves and I hope that we all will get along swimmingly." Thoughts and eavesdropping interrupted, he gave the whole group a once over before clearing his throat.
"Hey... I'm Keith," the wendigo said with a voice emulating that of a human male around college age.
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