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I like the idea of the necromancer one! Humorous RPs are the best! Consider me interested.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Elf and Rogue? That is certainly different. Now, if you wish to engage in jolly cooperation, what type of fantasy world are you into? High-Low, technological level, etc... World building can certainly be fun.
Fuck, why can't we just have a Shrine City strip club? I can just conjure up some chicks for myself and win the game.
We should probably edit our sheets lol
But, @Bozo, are you arresting him?
Or is Oliver?
His ol' buddy, ol' pal?
Especially after... 'Nam?
#NeverForghettiVietnam201X
PS: Ollie and Shou really need to be war veteran brothers in arms.
Make it a thing. Served in Iraq, went to college. Went our separate ways.
Shou loved teaching a man, then giving him a test.
But Oliver...
He gave them the test, that taught them the lesson.
Often times the hard way.
That's it, Shou is getting arrested because of OOC reasons being taken ICly. gg no re have fun in prison
Posted. *Rubs hands together*
The lights of Shrine Junction flew by as Oliver sped down the highway, a lit cigarette in his mouth, the smoke trailing from his lips and catching freedom through the cracked window of his car. He glanced to his side, eyeing the empty coffee cup in the holder next to him. He had to admit, Mochavine made some damn good coffee. It had been some time since he had left the shop, heading back to his apartment/office feeling quite energized. Yet, the quiet was boring. Perhaps there was something decent on the radio?
He pressed the on button.
The radio came alive, the quality of the sound crisp and clear. As expected, after all. This was a fucking expensive car.
Hi Shine city, Nick here. Um it's 9:15 Saturday night, I'm sure a lot of you have dates....and well check out Club LUSH, good music...Good DJs, really good DJs.....oh Ryyva is back, she's real pretty, check out her guitar skills. I also heard we have an ex-detective or something, his name is uh, one second....Oliver J Holland charming handsome type, and mysterious as well, watch out ladies....
A standard broadcast, he reckoned. But something perturbed him. How the hell did this guy know who he was and what he did? He didn't exactly keep himself high profile, nor did he advertise his services. He helped the Japanese Government mostly, with the occasional monotonous case that the Police Department didn't feel like handling.
This "Nick" individual was going to have to answer some questions. The first thing Oliver had to do to accomplish that was to find him.
He knew just where to look.
With a quick screech of the tires and a spin of the wheel, he had made a full U-Turn and was heading back down the freeway towards the City's most lucrative nightclub.
....Arrival.
The place looked busy enough, evident by the long line out front with the occasional drunk passerby staggering past.
Luckily, he found a parking space, parallel parking right out near the front. He stepped out into the chilly December air and looked at his watch.
9:19 PM.
Strolling up to the entrance, he disregarded the line completely, ignoring the boos and jeers tossed his way as he skipped ahead to the front. No matter, official business trumped pleasure any day.
It was a good thing Oliver looked the part. Black raincoat, gloves, fedora, nice suit...the usual.
"Time for you to get a watch asshole."
Hmph, people these days.
On his way there, he passed by some kid in glasses, followed by some brunette dame who poked his back.
"Lady's right. It's 9:19." He stated flatly, tossing his cigarette to the side before lighting another one.
Such a bad habit. But so good.
"Waiting in line sucks, right? Wish you could just go to the front? He asked, motioning towards the front entrance. "Well, who knows. Maybe some day."
He went ahead to the front entrance, letting the bouncer size him up before reaching into his coat pocket. He flashed a badge, showing him to be an assistant with the Shrine City Police Department.
"I'm on assignment, and I'd appreciate if I had your cooperation. Mind if I go in?"
He pressed the on button.
The radio came alive, the quality of the sound crisp and clear. As expected, after all. This was a fucking expensive car.
Hi Shine city, Nick here. Um it's 9:15 Saturday night, I'm sure a lot of you have dates....and well check out Club LUSH, good music...Good DJs, really good DJs.....oh Ryyva is back, she's real pretty, check out her guitar skills. I also heard we have an ex-detective or something, his name is uh, one second....Oliver J Holland charming handsome type, and mysterious as well, watch out ladies....
A standard broadcast, he reckoned. But something perturbed him. How the hell did this guy know who he was and what he did? He didn't exactly keep himself high profile, nor did he advertise his services. He helped the Japanese Government mostly, with the occasional monotonous case that the Police Department didn't feel like handling.
This "Nick" individual was going to have to answer some questions. The first thing Oliver had to do to accomplish that was to find him.
He knew just where to look.
With a quick screech of the tires and a spin of the wheel, he had made a full U-Turn and was heading back down the freeway towards the City's most lucrative nightclub.
....Arrival.
The place looked busy enough, evident by the long line out front with the occasional drunk passerby staggering past.
Luckily, he found a parking space, parallel parking right out near the front. He stepped out into the chilly December air and looked at his watch.
9:19 PM.
Strolling up to the entrance, he disregarded the line completely, ignoring the boos and jeers tossed his way as he skipped ahead to the front. No matter, official business trumped pleasure any day.
It was a good thing Oliver looked the part. Black raincoat, gloves, fedora, nice suit...the usual.
"Time for you to get a watch asshole."
Hmph, people these days.
On his way there, he passed by some kid in glasses, followed by some brunette dame who poked his back.
"Lady's right. It's 9:19." He stated flatly, tossing his cigarette to the side before lighting another one.
Such a bad habit. But so good.
"Waiting in line sucks, right? Wish you could just go to the front? He asked, motioning towards the front entrance. "Well, who knows. Maybe some day."
He went ahead to the front entrance, letting the bouncer size him up before reaching into his coat pocket. He flashed a badge, showing him to be an assistant with the Shrine City Police Department.
"I'm on assignment, and I'd appreciate if I had your cooperation. Mind if I go in?"
Hire Oliver and he'll do it.
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