Brasslazer

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Marx said
"Please," Leon said back to the redhead, resisting the urge to groan, "Don't mention it." He had never been keen on having people repay favors. They were favors for a reason, not loans after all. When Aeria made her comment about Leon releasing bug boy since he had invited the redhead, Leon shrugged. "Who said I invited him? And if he ain't comin', neither should bug boy." Leon gave her a shrug, walking past her, a small smirk on his face as he passed by. He removed his right hand from his pocket, cupping the open air. His hand flattened out and as if awaiting his cue, the dome that withheld the boy with mandibles opened up, returning to the way it once was. He turned slightly, looking at Tollnak as he spoke. "We'll probably see him tomorrow. Or... at the very least, her from him.

Alan stood up, retracting his mandibles and pulling his bandana back up. Thank god he didn't have to go with them, they were probably planning to kill him. Although the one girl had been quite an advocate to free him. Maybe she wasn't that ba-

Alan stopped himself. Don't be stupid! he thought, back to his normal, hateful self. She just wants to gain your trust so she can crush it underfoot. Bleh, women. He walked away at a brisk pace, trying not to make eye contact with any members of vanilla demon's entourage, hoping to get back to his dorm without any other meetings. Almost as if on cue to make this day one of the worst Alan had ever had, the unmistakable flare of orange hair and black shades of his roommate came walking down the path, coming nearer and nearer with each step he took. Alan lifted his hood over his head and looked away, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible.

Song Of The Void - Fantasy RP

Hypothetically, what would happen if one were to stick their genitals body part in a rift?

Magic The Gathering anyone?

cool, count me in then.

Paradise Falling

I think me and sylverblu are still in it, jut waiting for someone to respond to us

Magic The Gathering anyone?

I would like to take part in this RP no matter what really. Are we each going to be planeswalkers, or will we be able to choose from what would then be the many races available if it was any lore friendly race. Also then which planes are we including in the RP?

Watch_Dogs: ctOS Online [Watch_Dogs Interest Check]

I would be interested in doing this, but I'd like to know, would it be possible for me to have a digital trips pusher style character? I have the game, but I haven't done much story yet, just finished act 1.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Marx said "Uh..." Leon gasped, reaching out with his right hand at Alan. He opened his palm upwards and tightly balled his hand into a fist. Nothing happened. At first. A groan could be heard that echoed through the street, like that of a building falling in on itself or something experiencing tremendous pressure. Then in a sudden boom of noise, in a ring around Alan, the metal street rose up, sealing him in a dome. The dome had sealed moments before the waiter made his arrival, the blades at his wrists slamming against the barrier of metal protecting (and trapping) Alan. "Kelner, uansett hva han gjorde, bare legge til min regning!" Leon quickly said to the waiter, waving a hand to grab his attention. The waiter looked upward sharply, his metallic fangs retracting, the blades following suit. His demeanor quickly shifted back to the friendly man he was minutes early. "Oh ... Veldig godt, ha en fin kveld!" The man said, turning on his heels and walking back to the stall, a whistle coming from his lips."You idiot." Leon growled at the dome, knowing full well it was probably too thick for Alan to hear him, "I just saved your ass from becoming the next fucking side dish!" Leon walked toward the dome and put his hand against it, pausing for a moment and then giving it a knock. It was thick, but not thick enough that bug boy couldn't hear them. He looked back at the other three, "Bug boy tried to skip out on paying the bill, now it's been added to my tab. Oh, and the waiter wishes us a pleasant night. There, now we're all caught up on that..." He glanced at the dome behind him, "Now then... I could lower the barrier and let him out or we could let him chew his way out." Leon started walking away, shoving his other hand into his pocket, "I saw a place on the way here, looked like the entrance to an underground park. Might be worth checking out." He stopped and turned around, facing the ground. If they wanted him to let Alan out now, much to his disliking he'd do so.

Stuck inside the small metal dome that made Alan happy claustrophobia wasn't one of his many fears, Alan couldn't help but smile. According to the profanity filled words he could just barely hear, dome boy didn't know about his protective exoskeleton. The worst the blade waiter would've done would be a few scratches, maybe a small gash at most. And now, Alan could sit back in the calming darkness and relax, maybe eat some of his stolen food. Taking a swig of his beer, he heard a slight whirring sound as he nibbled on his rakfisk, almost like a drill. There was a pause, and then it came back, this time faster and more intense. Eventually it broke through the barrier, just in time to bring with it both the stench of vanilla and a view of a roaring fire.

"Holy shit!" He yelled, jumping back as much as was possible in such a small enclosed area, hitting his head on the top of the dome in the process. After the fire died quickly died down, he heard a small question from an unfortunately familiar voice.

"Your name?" it asked, taunting Alan with the fact that he was in it's owners control. Alan closed his eyes. He would have to act friendly, but he needed to remember that she would betray him in a second if he actually gained any feelings of friendship or, god forbid, love for this vanilla demon.

"Well, Aeria, my name's Alan, and it seems we've gotten off on the wrong foot. I'm sorry, I was just really tired on the train, and I get a little bit weird when I'm tired. Please, if you were to let me out of here, I would love to hang out and get to know you better." Alan said, in the most sincere voice he could.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

As Alan waited for his food, he glanced back to the bar, where several beers stood, two full. Another kind of fermentation, Alan enjoyed alchohol greatly, and had had plenty of it back home. Alan couldn't help but think that it was a shame someone would run up a tab like that and just leave. At the mention of tab, Alan suddenly released that he had no money to pay for the meal he was awaiting. A strong stench was coming from the kitchen, and as Alan turned his head, he saw a waiter coming out with a dish of raw, fermented trout. It was too late o turn back now, so Alan had no other choice. When the waiter put down the dish in front of Alan, Alan pulled back his bandana, extending his mandibles to a threatening position. It was just enough to surprise the waiter, giving Alan a chance to grab the rakfisk and shove it into his hoodie's pocket. He then ran away as fast as he could, taking a small detour to grab the two full beers. Just like old times. he thought, looking back to the still disoriented waiter. Out of nowhere, he flew through the air, flipping over onto his back, a beer falling out of his hand, spilling everywhere. He looked up to see a cast of familiar faces, as well as a now alchohol soaked red haired boy he had apparently tripped over. Smiling awkwardly, he looked around at the faces around him, taking a sip of the beer still in his hand.

"Hey, what a coincidence running into meeting you guys here! How ya doing?"

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

If anyone doesn't know what rakfisk is: Here's Wikipedia!

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Alan's distrustful and hateful staring was interrupted by the familiar feeling of hunger. He got up and walked out, not paying mind to his roommate "Lilith". Now where can I get something to eat? he thought, opening up his wristband's map. There were small burger-shaped icons on the hologram that seemed to be restaurants. Tapping the nearest one with his finger, he saw the name Hjem, a Norwegian place. He tapped another button and opened up their menu. Scrolling through, he saw a familiar name: Rakfisk. Alan's eye's widened and he started sprinting to the restaurant, arriving out of breath and winded.

"Hello? You guys speak English?" Alan was gesturing to the waiter, hoping to catch his attention."You know what? It doesn't matter. I would like an order of rakfisk please!" Alan grabbed a seat, his back to the bar, excited to finally try the dish he had always wanted.