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Are we going to keep to a strict post order? Or is it post at least once between each GM post?
I wasn't implying on leaving anyone behind. Nor was I trying to be mean. >.< I sowwy.
He said to pass over him and he was fine with it. I don't understand why we should halt the RP for a single person when there are seven others wanting to enjoy the roleplay, when the person specifically said that he doesn't mind being passed for the first round... Is that a bit too selfish?
Esailia rubbed her forehead again as she turned the corner into a less tasteful part of town. She had long since scared away thugs that dwelled here before with a few hallucinations after abusing their drugs. She headed down the alley, listening to this girl chatter away. As Esailia unlocked and slipped into a doorway near the end of the alleyway, she finally decided to respond. Tossing the bag onto the counter, she rushed to her sleeping mat, taking a seat and folding her legs under her. Centering her mind, she focused in on the small kitten she had back in the states...
~I've had enough of this. You're putting us all at risk. Of course they can hear you, you nit. Stop broadcasting like a radio, they can find others by tracing where you're sending your messages. There is a place, but if and when we meet, you MUST stop blanketing the area with psychic shouts.~
Esailia kept her mind on that kitten as she continued.
~To close the link between us, center your mind on something simple. it is best if it is something you're emotional attached to. Then speak through it to me. Doing this will make our link solid and hard to break into.~
~I've had enough of this. You're putting us all at risk. Of course they can hear you, you nit. Stop broadcasting like a radio, they can find others by tracing where you're sending your messages. There is a place, but if and when we meet, you MUST stop blanketing the area with psychic shouts.~
Esailia kept her mind on that kitten as she continued.
~To close the link between us, center your mind on something simple. it is best if it is something you're emotional attached to. Then speak through it to me. Doing this will make our link solid and hard to break into.~
Sunday? Uhm....why Sunday?
I was for a bit, but it was only in the first or second chapter of the roleplay.
Thank you, both of you. I'm a touch out of practice for forum posting, but I'm glad I can make a good first impression.
Posted! ^_^
The Nekomata that the Ebolorians took from their homeworld are skilled, but they never fought against guns. So even with knowing how to strike with precision and work together to take down bigger prey with ease, they can't dodge bullets and their strategies haven't adapted for guns.
.....yet.
The Nekomata that the Ebolorians took from their homeworld are skilled, but they never fought against guns. So even with knowing how to strike with precision and work together to take down bigger prey with ease, they can't dodge bullets and their strategies haven't adapted for guns.
.....yet.
In another alleyway, three sets of yellow eyes had been watching after hearing the gunshot. They glared as the guards began to punish the woman for her bravery, about to jump in, before she was already saved by others. But that didn't stop the three Nekomata hunters from dashing out of the shadows to seek revenge for the child's murder. As they burst from the crowd, one of the guards yelled a warning, causing the Ebolorian with the gun to turn his aim to the new threat, letting loose a few shots.
It was not enough to deter the vengance driven hunters. One went down as he took a bullet through the chest, and the other two split off, flanking the guards and putting their claws to use. Even if the guards' armor was built against blades and slashing, the hunters weren't trained in swordplay. They struck to maim, and if given the opening, to kill with a stab or slash. They worked in tandem, using a distraction strategy. The ones they were running at were not their main targets. THe guards raised their melee weapons, only to have the Nekomata fly by, slashing at a leg or arm before jumping onto the opposite guard's back, aiming for the back of the neck.
But as they dashed between the Ebolorians, the one with the gun took aim, firing again, taking another through the head just before he could strike. He was about to aim for the last one when a sound yipped over the din of the excitement. The hunter dropped off the guard and zigzagged away into the crowd, disappearing.
A cloaked, short woman stepped from the gathered crowd, hands raised. She approached slowly, making sure all three guards saw her before stating in broken Ebolorian "No more death. Leave punishment to me. You killed two. You lost none. Good hunt. May we collect our dead?"
Her cloak and the fact she claimed the dead hunters as her own gave her identity away. Alonare, Matriarch of the Nekomata. It would be hard not to at least know of her, given she had made a name for herself, inside the arena and out.
She held her ground before the three guards, and if they glanced around at the crowd as she spoke, they'd note quite a few pointed feline ears in the crowd now...
It was not enough to deter the vengance driven hunters. One went down as he took a bullet through the chest, and the other two split off, flanking the guards and putting their claws to use. Even if the guards' armor was built against blades and slashing, the hunters weren't trained in swordplay. They struck to maim, and if given the opening, to kill with a stab or slash. They worked in tandem, using a distraction strategy. The ones they were running at were not their main targets. THe guards raised their melee weapons, only to have the Nekomata fly by, slashing at a leg or arm before jumping onto the opposite guard's back, aiming for the back of the neck.
But as they dashed between the Ebolorians, the one with the gun took aim, firing again, taking another through the head just before he could strike. He was about to aim for the last one when a sound yipped over the din of the excitement. The hunter dropped off the guard and zigzagged away into the crowd, disappearing.
A cloaked, short woman stepped from the gathered crowd, hands raised. She approached slowly, making sure all three guards saw her before stating in broken Ebolorian "No more death. Leave punishment to me. You killed two. You lost none. Good hunt. May we collect our dead?"
Her cloak and the fact she claimed the dead hunters as her own gave her identity away. Alonare, Matriarch of the Nekomata. It would be hard not to at least know of her, given she had made a name for herself, inside the arena and out.
She held her ground before the three guards, and if they glanced around at the crowd as she spoke, they'd note quite a few pointed feline ears in the crowd now...
yes. I saw the watermark. I just hope the artist isn't angry over the use of such a lovely piece of art in a roleplay.
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