Bombardier

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

@Stekkmen

Got some stuff to dew but I'll post, eventually.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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No Escape: Hit Squad

Keith Kratz

Keith considered his brother's stealth idea, figuring he could do it he wanted to, but he didn't want to. Doing so would mean separation from the group and by extension being alone. Not to mention, being unable to protect Kit if the need ever arrived. Fortunately, any worry was partially relieved by their handler's assurance that their cover story would be enough to get the wendigo through.

The helicopter finally landed with some commandos immediately approaching them with caution. The creature eyed all of them briefly then licked his lips with his long inhuman tongue. Well, it was time to hear the babysitter explain to the guards why they were there.

Any comfort vanished with the reveal that their cover involved a supernatural trafficking. Living, breathing beings were being traded around as if it were nothing. The guard's response to their new handler only confirmed its existence and served to further frustrate Keith. How could they defend a man who treated people like Kit as if they were less than human? Why? At this point his eyes were flickering with rage as he stared at the guards. He wanted to kill them. Cut them up. Devour them. He could do it right now. He could... he couldn't. He'd get blown to bits and nothing would get accomplished, for guards could be replaced.

The wendigo moved along when asked, any tension in the air around him no longer there. Keith simply leaned in and whispered something to the squad.

"I'll keep to the shadows... y'all go on ahead."

Dear Anonymous [Invite Only]

September 4th, 2015 || Day One || Darius Blake Moggs

Still skating, Darius' phone vibrated in his pocket, so he whipped it out to see Kenzi and Danera were down to hang. A signature wicked smirk materialized on his face. Today was gonna be fun.

From: Darius
L i t. I'll be waitin.

His eyes twinkled, a smirk became an overjoyed smiled, and all of his face brightened, for sanctuary was within his vision. It was beautiful. Just looking through the crystal clear windows of the glass front, Darius saw enough cakes, donuts, and cookies to stuff his face with that it almost brought a tear to his eye. Pretty pink and white tiles reflected off the heaven-like lighting of the store, but the pink and white seats overshadowed the floor that Darius would willingly eat baked goods off of. Pink booths and chairs, white tables, and most noteworthy, a white cylinder. It refused to be like the rest of the seats. There was no cushioning, no back support! People may look at it and ask why? Why would such a poor excuse for a chair exist? Darius could only imagine the chair would look back, a blank expression on its face, and tell them that it didn't care about their approval before flipping them off with its nonexistent chair hands.

Darius finally opened the door after standing there and looking inside for almost a minute, smiling the whole time. The bell that rang whenever someone entered lost its purpose, for the employees working there noticed the teenager long before he actually walked inside. Excitement peaked, the boy walked up to them and examined their goods before picking what he always did: Lotus Flower cookies. The employee wasn't surprised; those cookies were usually all that kid got. Grabbing the bag they handed him, the rebel actually paid for the cookies and sat himself into a booth where he simply ate his cookies, made what almost sounded like moans while eating them, and stared at the white chair.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Nostradamus

The plague doctor's eyes darted around looking for the player who called out to him until his eyes focused on a hooded man wearing a gas mask. Itching to go for his shotgun after the annoying ordeal with the Outlaw, his hand twitched for a couple seconds before he raised it and waved to the hooded man; it wouldn't be very heroic to shoot at some strangers for no reason. This path was worth taking.

"Howdy! That'd be because I am a healer," Nostradamus said as he approached the war machine with his hands up, doing his absolute best to not get shot to shit. "Well, good thing we found each other because I'm here to help, just lead me to where you need me."

He hopped into the war machine. "So... I'm Nostradamus," the plague doctor stuck his hand out for the gas-mask wearer to shake. After Drauni introduced himself he would prepare himself to go back into the battlefield.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

Hooray! The more the merrier. Especially when it come's to murder.

Don't quote me on that.

@Stekkmen

Sorry.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

Coy hopped up with joy after Maja said he would get to drive during this mission. If there was something Nobody was good at it was drive-bys, especially when he was the one in control of the vehicle. The thing that stopped his jovial jumping was the need to pay attention to Maja as she explained her plan: kill the construction workers; well, they should use stealth till detected or till they hear the code word, but that was the general gist of it. The ski-mask wearer simply raised and lowered his head to signify he was down with her plan. Having excitedly hopped into the van, Nobody turned on the car, lowered the window, and started bouncing in his seat. He simply gave a nod to Miles' plan to figure out what they're dealing with before striking.

"... ..."

Part of his upper body outside the car, he gestured for Miles' to hop in with gun in hand before sticking his head in and placing his mostly empty hands on the wheel. Their enemies wouldn't wait forever. "...!" He almost forgot! Coy placed the kazoo into his mouth and attempted to toot some hype music. What came out of the kazoo was just a series of wretched sounds and spit, but it sounded pretty fucking awesome to Nobody. It was time to go!

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

His sideways nod showed some disagreement with Miles' statement. Taking out a slip of paper and a pen, he scribbled something down rather awkwardly before showing him the messy writing. Always be on guard, never underestimate them. He placed it back into his pocket.

Coy poked Maja on the shoulder, wanting to get her attention, then pointed at himself and stuck his hands out straight in front of him to make driving motions, clearly wanting to be the one to drive. He was a good driver, and he knew it. Almost acting as if his fellow assassin was his mother who wouldn't get him something he wanted, the assassin clasped his hands together and got on his knees to beg her.

"... ...?"

Head previously bowed, Nobody looked up and, even though you couldn't see his eyes, gave the best puppy dog stare he could while wearing a ski mask. All of his gestures just screamed in desperation 'Pleeeaaaassssseeeeee'

The Tales of Winding

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

Grinning undetectably, Coy gave a thumbs up when Maja approved of his kazoo plan, and he followed up with removing his kazoo for a moment to stick his tongue out at Miles as his fellow assassin suggested sunglasses to him. On the other end, Miles seemed annoyed with him.
"For someone who makes a point to be inconspicuous, you're very much not."
Putting his tongue back into his mouth, Nobody placed the kazoo back into its original place and snapped his head into Miles' direction, expression and intent concealed by the mask, and left his gaze there for around 20 seconds. He just listened intently to Maja's intel. It was only after she mentioned going to the vans that Coy finally moved in the form of a nod before following her.

Nobody started to gear up, placing his sheathed machete on the inside of his coat, lifting up his pants leg to see if his sawed-off shotgun was still there—as if it could have scurried off, in addition taking a silenced machine pistol out of his bag. After pounding his knuckle into his open hand a couple of times along with stretching, he looked at Maja and gave a confident nod. The silent assassin was ready to fuck shit up.