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@mattmanganon
Taivas picked up Dotty and started following Tarzan. “Idiot.” He muttered to the girl while keeping an eye out for that jaguar. “So what was that thing that attacked us?” He asked Tarzan, whom he assumed knew what that animal attacked him was. A little part of him felt he had encountered that animal before.
“That Sabor. Been trying kill me since me baby.” Tarzan said while swinging from tree to tree. Taivas shook his head, swinging one hand, keeping Dotty close to his body. The three moved from tree to tree before finally settling on the ground.
“So that thing has it out for you eh. Why haven’t you just hunted it down and killed it?” Taivas was confused about why Tarzan hadn’t killed Sabor earlier.
The half naked man just shrugged his shoulders. Telling Taivas that he tried but could not because of how quick Sabor was. “Looks like I’ve had to do the job for you. Could be nice to have a jaguar rug in the ship.” Taivas said, chuckling softly. When they finally reached the tent, Tarzan was the first to enter. A few moments later, a tall man sporting a mustache carrying a double-barreled shotgun walked out of the tent. Glaring at Taivas, who was still carrying Dotty. Taivas followed Tarzan inside.
Taivas noticed a woman wearing a yellow dress. The woman was fumbling with what looked like a projector. She turned to face Taivas, smiling softly. “Hello, you must be the people Tarzan told me about. My name is Jane. “ She walked over, holding out her hand for Taivas to shake.
The blonde teenager shook her hand before speaking. “So I heard from Tarzan that you had seen my friends. When did you see them? And what did they do here?” He asked Jane showing her a picture of his friends.
“I did see them, but they weren’t here long since they couldn’t find you here. But I do remember they thought you could have gone to some place with a collisum. I’m sorry i couldn’t be much help.” Jane said sadly while returning the locket. "Although there was someone else looking for you. A man in a black cloak wielded some strange key shaped weapon.
“Damn it.” Taivas kicked over a nearby table, scaring Jane. But the mention of the other person did spark his interest. The memory of the old man from before came into his mind. Was it the old man. Why was he looking for him. “Tsk, thanks.” He said sarcastically while putting the locket back around his neck. “Looks like we're gonna have to go looking someplace else.” Of course, as soon as he said this, a large female gorilla came running into the tent.
Speaking some sort of strange langauge Taivas couldn't understsnd. Kala, the large female gorilla was looking quite distressed. Tarzan quickly moved to comfort Kala. When asked by Jane what what was going on, Tarzan mentioned his friend Terk was being chased by some shadowy creatures.
“Shadowy reatures?” Taivas thought the creatures from before might have infested this world as well. “Sounds like we got a big problem on our hands. I know how to deal with these things; i can help but for a price.”
“Well, I could give you some items and money if you help Terk.” Jane said, sounding conflicted about whether she should even give Taivas anything. He was a stranger to her. But if he had experience dealing with these creatures, perhaps he could save Terk.
“Here, make sure this idiot doesn't get into more trouble. ” Taivas handed Dotty over to Jane while leaving with Tarzan to save Terk.
Taivas
Taivas picked up Dotty and started following Tarzan. “Idiot.” He muttered to the girl while keeping an eye out for that jaguar. “So what was that thing that attacked us?” He asked Tarzan, whom he assumed knew what that animal attacked him was. A little part of him felt he had encountered that animal before.
“That Sabor. Been trying kill me since me baby.” Tarzan said while swinging from tree to tree. Taivas shook his head, swinging one hand, keeping Dotty close to his body. The three moved from tree to tree before finally settling on the ground.
“So that thing has it out for you eh. Why haven’t you just hunted it down and killed it?” Taivas was confused about why Tarzan hadn’t killed Sabor earlier.
The half naked man just shrugged his shoulders. Telling Taivas that he tried but could not because of how quick Sabor was. “Looks like I’ve had to do the job for you. Could be nice to have a jaguar rug in the ship.” Taivas said, chuckling softly. When they finally reached the tent, Tarzan was the first to enter. A few moments later, a tall man sporting a mustache carrying a double-barreled shotgun walked out of the tent. Glaring at Taivas, who was still carrying Dotty. Taivas followed Tarzan inside.
Taivas noticed a woman wearing a yellow dress. The woman was fumbling with what looked like a projector. She turned to face Taivas, smiling softly. “Hello, you must be the people Tarzan told me about. My name is Jane. “ She walked over, holding out her hand for Taivas to shake.
The blonde teenager shook her hand before speaking. “So I heard from Tarzan that you had seen my friends. When did you see them? And what did they do here?” He asked Jane showing her a picture of his friends.
“I did see them, but they weren’t here long since they couldn’t find you here. But I do remember they thought you could have gone to some place with a collisum. I’m sorry i couldn’t be much help.” Jane said sadly while returning the locket. "Although there was someone else looking for you. A man in a black cloak wielded some strange key shaped weapon.
“Damn it.” Taivas kicked over a nearby table, scaring Jane. But the mention of the other person did spark his interest. The memory of the old man from before came into his mind. Was it the old man. Why was he looking for him. “Tsk, thanks.” He said sarcastically while putting the locket back around his neck. “Looks like we're gonna have to go looking someplace else.” Of course, as soon as he said this, a large female gorilla came running into the tent.
Speaking some sort of strange langauge Taivas couldn't understsnd. Kala, the large female gorilla was looking quite distressed. Tarzan quickly moved to comfort Kala. When asked by Jane what what was going on, Tarzan mentioned his friend Terk was being chased by some shadowy creatures.
“Shadowy reatures?” Taivas thought the creatures from before might have infested this world as well. “Sounds like we got a big problem on our hands. I know how to deal with these things; i can help but for a price.”
“Well, I could give you some items and money if you help Terk.” Jane said, sounding conflicted about whether she should even give Taivas anything. He was a stranger to her. But if he had experience dealing with these creatures, perhaps he could save Terk.
“Here, make sure this idiot doesn't get into more trouble. ” Taivas handed Dotty over to Jane while leaving with Tarzan to save Terk.
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3 days ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lugubrious
Harry had found money; it would be enough to buy supplies or a drink or two. The items he did find were some discarded clothing, old weapons, and bottles of alcohol. Putting these items into his plastic bag. He could sell the clothes and bottles for money. He knew he would need the cash, so any income was welcome. After some dumpster diving, he slowly got out of the dumpster. He turned his attention towards the red-haired woman. He gave her another wink and some finger guns.
Walking away and towards the Friendly Arm. Finding a seat on the bar stool. Getting some looks from the other patrons. Most of them were covering their nose. Harry’s smell was the same as before he went dumpster diving. Pulling out some loose coins before ordering a Squeck Juice. Taking the mug, he studied the drink and even smelled the contents. Taking a small chug, feeling the burning liquor run down his throat.
“It feels so good to get a drink in you eh, Harry.” Electro-Chemistry commented.
Harry took his time finishing his drink before heading to find Morris. Walking to the back of the bar. This section of the bar was smoky and smelt like alcohol. Or perhaps that was just him. Eyeing the different tables, deducing which one Morris would be seated in. Noticing him since he was dressed like a town guard.
“With all of these weirdo’s around, I must be on drugs or going through a psychotic hallucination.” Harry thought to himself.
“A man bun, he must be a pansy fuck boy.” Endurance said with disdain in his voice.
“Never seen a man bun on a cop before. Must be some sort of fashion statement It currently wouldn’t be allowed in the RCM." Esprit de Corps injected, sounding confused.
“Hello my name is Detective Harry Dubois. I am investigating the missing children in town. And i was told by Bardon you could help me with my investigation. So, what do you know is going on lately? And can you tell me more about Heismay and Curien Mansion.”
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Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Martira, Old Castle Town
Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Martira, Old Castle Town
Harry had found money; it would be enough to buy supplies or a drink or two. The items he did find were some discarded clothing, old weapons, and bottles of alcohol. Putting these items into his plastic bag. He could sell the clothes and bottles for money. He knew he would need the cash, so any income was welcome. After some dumpster diving, he slowly got out of the dumpster. He turned his attention towards the red-haired woman. He gave her another wink and some finger guns.
Walking away and towards the Friendly Arm. Finding a seat on the bar stool. Getting some looks from the other patrons. Most of them were covering their nose. Harry’s smell was the same as before he went dumpster diving. Pulling out some loose coins before ordering a Squeck Juice. Taking the mug, he studied the drink and even smelled the contents. Taking a small chug, feeling the burning liquor run down his throat.
“It feels so good to get a drink in you eh, Harry.” Electro-Chemistry commented.
Harry took his time finishing his drink before heading to find Morris. Walking to the back of the bar. This section of the bar was smoky and smelt like alcohol. Or perhaps that was just him. Eyeing the different tables, deducing which one Morris would be seated in. Noticing him since he was dressed like a town guard.
“With all of these weirdo’s around, I must be on drugs or going through a psychotic hallucination.” Harry thought to himself.
“A man bun, he must be a pansy fuck boy.” Endurance said with disdain in his voice.
“Never seen a man bun on a cop before. Must be some sort of fashion statement It currently wouldn’t be allowed in the RCM." Esprit de Corps injected, sounding confused.
“Hello my name is Detective Harry Dubois. I am investigating the missing children in town. And i was told by Bardon you could help me with my investigation. So, what do you know is going on lately? And can you tell me more about Heismay and Curien Mansion.”
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8 days ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lugubrious
Harry was listening to Bardon’s answer with some intensity. His hand was placed on his dimpled chin, rubbing it. He was taking in what clues Bardon was giving him. He wondered how the kids were being kidnapped even though they were secured behind the wall. However, perhaps Heismay had breached the wall somehow to sneak inside. “Could there be a hole or breach in the wall where Heismay could sneak into the city?” He asked as the young knight came back with his request.
“Ask him about his ears.” Inquired Suggestion.
“Also, why do you have pointy ears? Are you some sort of cosplayer?” Harry asked.
Although it wasn't what he requested, it would do for now. He took the items and placed the notebook and quill on a nearby table. Quickly jotting down what Bardon had said about the investigation.
“But it looks like you're not quick enough; your handwriting is just chicken scratch. How the hell are you supposed to read this?” Hand/Eye Coordination said, sounding confused while trying to read Harry’s handwriting.
“Thank you for helping with the investigation. I will speak to Morris and see what he knows,” Harry said, putting away the notebook, quill, and inkwell in his plastic bag. The thought of getting some alcohol at the Friendly Arm sounded quite interesting.
“A good drink or two would loosen you up a little, and help lubricate your mind.” Electro-Chemistry said while Harry made his way out of the guard’s barracks.
Harry kept an eye on everyone in the plaza, wondering if he should question them. However, questioning everyone couldn’t hurt. Someone might know something. But perhaps he could ask them after he spoke to Morris. Walking to the Friendly Arm but not before giving the red haired woman a wink and a smile. He stopped momentarily to search the garbage for money or anything he could sell for cash. Whatever he could find, he would either put in his plastic bag or stuff into his pockets.
At the Friendly Arm, he made his way toward the bartender. “Hello, barkeep, my name is Detective Harry Dubois. I am investigating the missing children, and I am looking for Morris. Do you know where he is?” He leaned on the bar table. “And what is your cheapest drink?” He added, feeling his hands starting to shake.
“You do have that bottle in your coat pocket. See if there’s any liquor.” Electro-Chemistry suggested that Harry fish for the wine bottle. Pulling out the bottle and being disappointed there was a little bit inside. Harry opened the top and downed the pitiful morsel inside the bottle. Putting the cap back on before placing it inside his jacket pocket.
Word Count: 447
Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Martira, Old Castle Town
Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Martira, Old Castle Town
Harry was listening to Bardon’s answer with some intensity. His hand was placed on his dimpled chin, rubbing it. He was taking in what clues Bardon was giving him. He wondered how the kids were being kidnapped even though they were secured behind the wall. However, perhaps Heismay had breached the wall somehow to sneak inside. “Could there be a hole or breach in the wall where Heismay could sneak into the city?” He asked as the young knight came back with his request.
“Ask him about his ears.” Inquired Suggestion.
“Also, why do you have pointy ears? Are you some sort of cosplayer?” Harry asked.
Although it wasn't what he requested, it would do for now. He took the items and placed the notebook and quill on a nearby table. Quickly jotting down what Bardon had said about the investigation.
“But it looks like you're not quick enough; your handwriting is just chicken scratch. How the hell are you supposed to read this?” Hand/Eye Coordination said, sounding confused while trying to read Harry’s handwriting.
“Thank you for helping with the investigation. I will speak to Morris and see what he knows,” Harry said, putting away the notebook, quill, and inkwell in his plastic bag. The thought of getting some alcohol at the Friendly Arm sounded quite interesting.
“A good drink or two would loosen you up a little, and help lubricate your mind.” Electro-Chemistry said while Harry made his way out of the guard’s barracks.
Harry kept an eye on everyone in the plaza, wondering if he should question them. However, questioning everyone couldn’t hurt. Someone might know something. But perhaps he could ask them after he spoke to Morris. Walking to the Friendly Arm but not before giving the red haired woman a wink and a smile. He stopped momentarily to search the garbage for money or anything he could sell for cash. Whatever he could find, he would either put in his plastic bag or stuff into his pockets.
At the Friendly Arm, he made his way toward the bartender. “Hello, barkeep, my name is Detective Harry Dubois. I am investigating the missing children, and I am looking for Morris. Do you know where he is?” He leaned on the bar table. “And what is your cheapest drink?” He added, feeling his hands starting to shake.
“You do have that bottle in your coat pocket. See if there’s any liquor.” Electro-Chemistry suggested that Harry fish for the wine bottle. Pulling out the bottle and being disappointed there was a little bit inside. Harry opened the top and downed the pitiful morsel inside the bottle. Putting the cap back on before placing it inside his jacket pocket.
@AwesomeZero5 @Randomguy @vietmyke @shylarah
Unfortunately, I think I will have to end this roleplay since I can't think of any intersting plots for you guys. I apologize for being such a terrible DM. I want to thank you all for participating in this roleplay with me.
@Dyelli Beybi
Helmut sat with the others inside the club. Occasionally, he was sipping from the glass of orange in front of him. He still couldn’t shake off the dread from this case. But he felt they were not getting any closer to solving this case. “Well, from me and fräulein Nicola found in the asylum, we got some insight into the killer’s psyche. He told us that the killer has some sexual frustration and would take these frustrations out on women. However, we didn’t get many clues from the warden. But our investigation from the graveyard provided more fruitful. From what clues we could get from the local grave keeper, A man named Schmidt might have some connection to the case. But unfortunately, he can’t answer any questions since he’s dead. But we could get some clues if we go to the morgue. Or just looking around the police station.” Helmut was nervously fiddling with his glass.
Again, the blonde man felt he was contributing nothing to the investigation. With what clues he had, finding the killer was meaningless. Helmut hoped Nicola, Rudy, or Aleyn could give Temple some good news.
Helmut Kürten
8pm, Saturday 3 November 1923, The Cabaret Club
Helmut sat with the others inside the club. Occasionally, he was sipping from the glass of orange in front of him. He still couldn’t shake off the dread from this case. But he felt they were not getting any closer to solving this case. “Well, from me and fräulein Nicola found in the asylum, we got some insight into the killer’s psyche. He told us that the killer has some sexual frustration and would take these frustrations out on women. However, we didn’t get many clues from the warden. But our investigation from the graveyard provided more fruitful. From what clues we could get from the local grave keeper, A man named Schmidt might have some connection to the case. But unfortunately, he can’t answer any questions since he’s dead. But we could get some clues if we go to the morgue. Or just looking around the police station.” Helmut was nervously fiddling with his glass.
Again, the blonde man felt he was contributing nothing to the investigation. With what clues he had, finding the killer was meaningless. Helmut hoped Nicola, Rudy, or Aleyn could give Temple some good news.
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