@King Tai S'allll good! Somebody's gotta man the fort while I'm stuck being a wage slave.
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STATUS: @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games. 4 yrs ago
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
4 yrs ago
*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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4 yrs ago
Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
4 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
4 yrs ago
[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.
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@The Critic
She must've dozed off for a moment, jumping up when a young man started speaking to her, asking if she needed help. A nice gesture yes, but she was still uneasy around these people. "Nah, partner, I'm good. Sorry but ya scared me there a little. Name's Harley. Nice to meetcha." Harley introduced herself tipping her cowboy hat.
She must've dozed off for a moment, jumping up when a young man started speaking to her, asking if she needed help. A nice gesture yes, but she was still uneasy around these people. "Nah, partner, I'm good. Sorry but ya scared me there a little. Name's Harley. Nice to meetcha." Harley introduced herself tipping her cowboy hat.
@Nikki Moonlight
Dmitri fiddled with the lock on the car door for a bit. Damn American cars, nothing but rust buckets. It took a while, a few muttered curses, a few jiggles of his keys before the door unlocked and he sighed, "Ah, good. Now we can-"
*BANG!*
The Russian's head exploded in a spray of red mist, blood and brain splattered across the old pewter sedan. His lifeless body crumpled before the feet of the Japanese girl, his fedora slipping away...revealing the gory results.
Dmitri fiddled with the lock on the car door for a bit. Damn American cars, nothing but rust buckets. It took a while, a few muttered curses, a few jiggles of his keys before the door unlocked and he sighed, "Ah, good. Now we can-"
*BANG!*
The Russian's head exploded in a spray of red mist, blood and brain splattered across the old pewter sedan. His lifeless body crumpled before the feet of the Japanese girl, his fedora slipping away...revealing the gory results.
@Nikki Moonlight
~"Good."~ Hibana returned in a frail whisper. No emotions displayed, yet her weary heart beamed bright inside her chest. ~"Now..return to me, Aya-chan."~ She ended the call and sat her phone down, alone in the darkness of her office. Maracoli would crumble to pieces at the sight of his beloved family drawn and quartered, just like his worthless mooks had done to her advisor. An eye for an eye...
The Maracoli Family would no longer be a threat to Requiem. In fear of what may become of them and their families, they would surrender the square to Hibana and all of California and the West Coast would be under her control...nay...
Aya's control...
Aya-chan...you have made me happy. I will but smile from the flames of Hell as I see Requiem rise by your hand. Well done, Aya...well done...
My child...
"If you are ready. It's time to leave."
After the call ended, Dmitri stood from the booth of the cafe and led Aya to his car waiting in the back alley.
~"Good."~ Hibana returned in a frail whisper. No emotions displayed, yet her weary heart beamed bright inside her chest. ~"Now..return to me, Aya-chan."~ She ended the call and sat her phone down, alone in the darkness of her office. Maracoli would crumble to pieces at the sight of his beloved family drawn and quartered, just like his worthless mooks had done to her advisor. An eye for an eye...
The Maracoli Family would no longer be a threat to Requiem. In fear of what may become of them and their families, they would surrender the square to Hibana and all of California and the West Coast would be under her control...nay...
Aya's control...
Aya-chan...you have made me happy. I will but smile from the flames of Hell as I see Requiem rise by your hand. Well done, Aya...well done...
My child...
"If you are ready. It's time to leave."
After the call ended, Dmitri stood from the booth of the cafe and led Aya to his car waiting in the back alley.
@Nikki Moonlight
m.youtube.com/watch?v=uJgEGTS13x8
It was finished...
As the Russian sat in a chair watching some dumb American reality show on tv, the door swung open catching his attention. There she stood, cold, dead eyes gazing into his own full of mixed, confused emotions. He gulped slightly, never once having gazed into such eyes, the eyes of a true killer. "So it is." He mused in reply. "Good. We have one last thing to take care of before leaving for helicopter."
His phone buzzed in the pocket of his coat, startling him. He was an awful bit jumpy to be honest.
"Da?" He answered. "Mhmm. Da, I give her phone."
He didn't have to say who it was. As soon as Aya was handed the phone, her voice filled the receiver.
~"Is it done?"~
@King Tai
(Nah, it's all good. I don't stress shit like thst)
To say the least, Azuma was taken aback somewhat by that question. He glanced over to the boy, Ringo, a promising assassin, only second behind the girl Aya. "When you have had your humanity stripped away as I, there really isn't much to do...but kill for a living." His response was coarse as his graveled voice. "Ringo-san, you've been in the business long enough. You should know there is no room for remorse, for loyalty, love, for those...sappy feelings. You can kill a man and his entire family, and never lose an ounce of sleep over it. You can stab your closest friends in the back...and not once does guilt ail your stomach."
He then turned his full body to Ringo, his obsidian eyes gleaming like black diamonds, the eyes...of a cold serpent. "Which is why, Ringo-san...I have a proposition for you."
m.youtube.com/watch?v=uJgEGTS13x8
It was finished...
As the Russian sat in a chair watching some dumb American reality show on tv, the door swung open catching his attention. There she stood, cold, dead eyes gazing into his own full of mixed, confused emotions. He gulped slightly, never once having gazed into such eyes, the eyes of a true killer. "So it is." He mused in reply. "Good. We have one last thing to take care of before leaving for helicopter."
His phone buzzed in the pocket of his coat, startling him. He was an awful bit jumpy to be honest.
"Da?" He answered. "Mhmm. Da, I give her phone."
He didn't have to say who it was. As soon as Aya was handed the phone, her voice filled the receiver.
~"Is it done?"~
@King Tai
(Nah, it's all good. I don't stress shit like thst)
To say the least, Azuma was taken aback somewhat by that question. He glanced over to the boy, Ringo, a promising assassin, only second behind the girl Aya. "When you have had your humanity stripped away as I, there really isn't much to do...but kill for a living." His response was coarse as his graveled voice. "Ringo-san, you've been in the business long enough. You should know there is no room for remorse, for loyalty, love, for those...sappy feelings. You can kill a man and his entire family, and never lose an ounce of sleep over it. You can stab your closest friends in the back...and not once does guilt ail your stomach."
He then turned his full body to Ringo, his obsidian eyes gleaming like black diamonds, the eyes...of a cold serpent. "Which is why, Ringo-san...I have a proposition for you."
*Planting flag*
It wasn't much for the poor Paint horse, but in the end of days beggars couldn't afford to be choosers. At least it would keep the rain off. Harley managed to clear out a small space under a makeshift awning in the grassy lawns of the shop. Course that was after having to move some of the junk and dead bodies lying about. Thank God above she still had her ranching gloves on.
It didn't faze her much either. Death and depravity were the norms of this new world. One mangled and chewed up corpse was no different than another. Before, she would have been puking her guts out and crying at the sight of so much gore, like the first time she and her friends went and watched SAW, but now...after seeing so many dead bodies, her reaction was just a bitter sigh.
Once her buddy was settled in, she sat down on the old engine block beside him, her chocolate amber eyes falling to the ground tired and heavy.
"You reckon these people ever had families too, boy?" She asked in a frail whisper. Twas obvious at one time yes, but maybe some didn't. The horse was too busy gnawing grass to give a proper response. Harley just sighed instead. She was worn out. It had been a month long ride across the country, and wherever she roamed, so too did danger lurk.
@DriveEMOut@Oliver@Nikki Moonlight
After not getting a clear answer, Harley shrugged her shoulders and messed with her hat a little, "Well if y'all don't mind, I'll just go look fer a place to bed down Ol' Riley here. C'mon boy." The horse snorted and shook his mighty head as Harley took him by the leather reins, leading him past the group, including the strange looking girl with pink eyes. They had a name for them kind of people. Harley remembered her daddy saying it when she got in trouble for making fun of a girl like that long ago. Damn did she ever get a whipping for that. Now whst was it? Wasn't it....albino?
"Kinda like a cactus flower, huh Riley?" She whispered to the horse. Riley bucked his head up and down softly as if to agree. Harley smiled. "Yep. Real pretty to look at, but I reckon she don't want no one gittin' near her. I reckon any of these folks don't want no one gittin' near."
After not getting a clear answer, Harley shrugged her shoulders and messed with her hat a little, "Well if y'all don't mind, I'll just go look fer a place to bed down Ol' Riley here. C'mon boy." The horse snorted and shook his mighty head as Harley took him by the leather reins, leading him past the group, including the strange looking girl with pink eyes. They had a name for them kind of people. Harley remembered her daddy saying it when she got in trouble for making fun of a girl like that long ago. Damn did she ever get a whipping for that. Now whst was it? Wasn't it....albino?
"Kinda like a cactus flower, huh Riley?" She whispered to the horse. Riley bucked his head up and down softly as if to agree. Harley smiled. "Yep. Real pretty to look at, but I reckon she don't want no one gittin' near her. I reckon any of these folks don't want no one gittin' near."
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