@BespeckledCeph Either's cool with me. Seeing how this is freeform, there's really no need for them, but if y'all wanna make a Cs, thst's alright. ^^/
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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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I'm a human, so there.
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@Olira
Nero kept his gun aimed at her for a while, but slowly he let it return to its holster. His expression, once a grim facade of anger and murderous intent...softened somewhat. He sighed, yet his voice still carried his grit.
"Alright...you got me. You wanna know how I feel about running...like a fucking coward, that's how. There was a time, long ago, when the Erzebet Coven was feared. We ruled this fucking city! We had it all...till the fucking Malkavians started muscling in on our turf. Then the Hunters decided to go all Call of Duty on our asses, military training, technology... Heh, didn't know vampires were a threat to national security. So no, I hate running! Nero Castigione shouldn't have to run from anyone, but Mei....hate to say it, but she's gone soft. Hell, she even let a human waltz right into our home. Can you believe that shit?"
Nero...he couldn't believe he was doing this, but the woman...twas as if this strange bitch could see right through his cold, cold exterior. He slowly approached her, setting down beside her on the hood of the Impala. He pulled another cig from his jacket and lit it, taking a few puffs.
"So what is it you want?"
Nero kept his gun aimed at her for a while, but slowly he let it return to its holster. His expression, once a grim facade of anger and murderous intent...softened somewhat. He sighed, yet his voice still carried his grit.
"Alright...you got me. You wanna know how I feel about running...like a fucking coward, that's how. There was a time, long ago, when the Erzebet Coven was feared. We ruled this fucking city! We had it all...till the fucking Malkavians started muscling in on our turf. Then the Hunters decided to go all Call of Duty on our asses, military training, technology... Heh, didn't know vampires were a threat to national security. So no, I hate running! Nero Castigione shouldn't have to run from anyone, but Mei....hate to say it, but she's gone soft. Hell, she even let a human waltz right into our home. Can you believe that shit?"
Nero...he couldn't believe he was doing this, but the woman...twas as if this strange bitch could see right through his cold, cold exterior. He slowly approached her, setting down beside her on the hood of the Impala. He pulled another cig from his jacket and lit it, taking a few puffs.
"So what is it you want?"
@Olira
(Double post! Apologies)
Nero stepped out of the cabin door with a cigarillo clenched between his lips, about to light it... until he felt a bizarre yet...strangely familiar presence looming about him.
He looked up, and...
"Aww shit..."
It was her, that freaky bitch and her walking tin cans, but how the hell did they get out here? And just how the hell did they find this place?
Nero snarled under his breath, flicking the cigarillo away and brandishing his custom gold Beretta, aiming it dead on Hilda lounging across Anton's car. Of course, he was outnumbered, so he wasn't gonna make a fool of himself. He sighed, thumbing back the safety.
"You sure have a bad habit of showing up where you ain't wanted, bitch. I thought I told you, I'm not interested in what it is you're offering.
Now get outta here, you and your boys. I ain't looking for no trouble tonight, but I guess you are, giving me that look." Indeed, a look of pure malice, that same devilish grin the woman seemed to perpetually wear.
(Double post! Apologies)
Nero stepped out of the cabin door with a cigarillo clenched between his lips, about to light it... until he felt a bizarre yet...strangely familiar presence looming about him.
He looked up, and...
"Aww shit..."
It was her, that freaky bitch and her walking tin cans, but how the hell did they get out here? And just how the hell did they find this place?
Nero snarled under his breath, flicking the cigarillo away and brandishing his custom gold Beretta, aiming it dead on Hilda lounging across Anton's car. Of course, he was outnumbered, so he wasn't gonna make a fool of himself. He sighed, thumbing back the safety.
"You sure have a bad habit of showing up where you ain't wanted, bitch. I thought I told you, I'm not interested in what it is you're offering.
Now get outta here, you and your boys. I ain't looking for no trouble tonight, but I guess you are, giving me that look." Indeed, a look of pure malice, that same devilish grin the woman seemed to perpetually wear.
@Luna Amore
Mei perked up a little at the tiny peck on her cheek. It was a cute gesture, and from quite the adorable beauty no doubt. Had she not been a creature of the living dead, her own cheeks would be blushing bright at this time. She flashed a genuine smile to the human girl then took a sip of her drink, a small giggle to punctuate, "My, and here I thought you would be scared out of your mind, honey. I mean, you did just get kidnapped by a vampire after all. I would be a little more eh...terrified, if I were you." Teasingly she grinned, a slight showing of her fangs. She leaned over to Celeste and decided to return the kiss on the cheek. "But you're more than welcome. Not all vampires are heartless, bloodsucking creatures...well...unlike those damn Malkavians, but that's another story for another time. I couldn't just let a sweet and innocent girl like you get hurt honestly."
Meanwhile, the two younglings watched curiously their leader, more or less, flirting with the human.
"Oooooh~ So that's why Mei brought her here, eh?" Anton chuckled. Petra elbowed him in the side, "Eww! Get your mind out of the gutter, perv! I think Mei just wanted to keep her safe for some reason. Eh...whatever that is." Timidly she bit her bottom lip.
"Heheh~ Awww yeah, I know what reason! Mei wants a little human pet she can play with! All night long~!" Anton gave a smarmy grin. Petra sighed gruffly. Seemed she was the more mature of the two. "Guh! You are so gross, Anton!"
Shortly after, Nero walked up to Mei.
"Yo, I'm gonna check outside for a bit, maybe have a smoke before we get down to business. You cool?"
"Sure, go ahead." Mei nodded, although she found it odd Nero was stepping outside to smoke, when obviously he could have lit one up in the lounge and she wouldn't care. Her brow crinkled slightly, but her worries...they seemed to vanish when she looked in the human's dazzling eyes.
Mei perked up a little at the tiny peck on her cheek. It was a cute gesture, and from quite the adorable beauty no doubt. Had she not been a creature of the living dead, her own cheeks would be blushing bright at this time. She flashed a genuine smile to the human girl then took a sip of her drink, a small giggle to punctuate, "My, and here I thought you would be scared out of your mind, honey. I mean, you did just get kidnapped by a vampire after all. I would be a little more eh...terrified, if I were you." Teasingly she grinned, a slight showing of her fangs. She leaned over to Celeste and decided to return the kiss on the cheek. "But you're more than welcome. Not all vampires are heartless, bloodsucking creatures...well...unlike those damn Malkavians, but that's another story for another time. I couldn't just let a sweet and innocent girl like you get hurt honestly."
Meanwhile, the two younglings watched curiously their leader, more or less, flirting with the human.
"Oooooh~ So that's why Mei brought her here, eh?" Anton chuckled. Petra elbowed him in the side, "Eww! Get your mind out of the gutter, perv! I think Mei just wanted to keep her safe for some reason. Eh...whatever that is." Timidly she bit her bottom lip.
"Heheh~ Awww yeah, I know what reason! Mei wants a little human pet she can play with! All night long~!" Anton gave a smarmy grin. Petra sighed gruffly. Seemed she was the more mature of the two. "Guh! You are so gross, Anton!"
Shortly after, Nero walked up to Mei.
"Yo, I'm gonna check outside for a bit, maybe have a smoke before we get down to business. You cool?"
"Sure, go ahead." Mei nodded, although she found it odd Nero was stepping outside to smoke, when obviously he could have lit one up in the lounge and she wouldn't care. Her brow crinkled slightly, but her worries...they seemed to vanish when she looked in the human's dazzling eyes.
@Luna Amore
m.youtube.com/watch?v=3UWIN_MI7Bw
"Aww darn." Harley frowned letting her hand slip away from Natalia's shoulder. Then she smiled. "Well hey, maybe I can go get it for you, you know, if you're still busy talking to Mr. Felton here."
Felton smiled in reply standing up from his desk and gathering his things into his leather tote bag, "No, no, Miss Whitfield, I do believe me and Miss Saint Claire have already covered all we need to know about tomorrow's assignment, unless there was something you needed to ask, Harley."
"Me?" Said Harley.
She was quiet for a minute or so, contemplating her decision she would make then and there. What if she did tell Mr. Felton about that shameless whore trying to get with him? What if she told Natalia about all the mean looks the pink haired girl was giving her? Finally, she gave an answer.
"Well... I reckon I do, Mr. Felton. You see, I've been having trouble lately trying to find inspiration for my work. I want to do good in this class, and at the same time, I don't want my photos to come off as amateur, you know. I want to take pictures that'll just wow everyone! Like yours!"
Mr. Felton looked at the cowgirl, giving a warm chuckle, "And do you think I took those when I was your age? I'll admit, these days for me, it is hard to find inspiration. I mean, I'm still trying to settle things here, and I bet seeing how you're not just in a new school, but a new state altogether, it must be a challenge for you to have to adapt to a new way of life." He spoke as if from experience and as though, well in fact, he was talking to both of them.
"The point is, girls, don't stress yourselves when you can't find either the time or the place for inspiration to hit you. Let your creative imaginations flow freely. I'm sure in time you will discover that creative spark within you and let it flourish, but until then, don't let one solitary thing be the entire focus of your life. A wise man once said that life is what happens when you are busy making other plans."
He grinned then picked up his bag from the desk. "Now if you two will excuse me, I'm gonna head home real quick and check on my wife. Take care, and remember, even though you may be amateurs today, just keep at it, and eventually, you'll wow the world with your masterpieces. You both have a gift for capturing the true beauty of the world through the lens. Anywho, I'll see you both tomorrow."
"Bye Mr. Felton! Oh and thanks for the advice!" Harley hollered back. She was wearing that famous smile of hers it seemed, the one she always adorned when she was super excited. She turned to Natalia, practically bouncing on her heels, "Man, Mr. Felton is such a cool teacher!"
m.youtube.com/watch?v=3UWIN_MI7Bw
"Aww darn." Harley frowned letting her hand slip away from Natalia's shoulder. Then she smiled. "Well hey, maybe I can go get it for you, you know, if you're still busy talking to Mr. Felton here."
Felton smiled in reply standing up from his desk and gathering his things into his leather tote bag, "No, no, Miss Whitfield, I do believe me and Miss Saint Claire have already covered all we need to know about tomorrow's assignment, unless there was something you needed to ask, Harley."
"Me?" Said Harley.
She was quiet for a minute or so, contemplating her decision she would make then and there. What if she did tell Mr. Felton about that shameless whore trying to get with him? What if she told Natalia about all the mean looks the pink haired girl was giving her? Finally, she gave an answer.
"Well... I reckon I do, Mr. Felton. You see, I've been having trouble lately trying to find inspiration for my work. I want to do good in this class, and at the same time, I don't want my photos to come off as amateur, you know. I want to take pictures that'll just wow everyone! Like yours!"
Mr. Felton looked at the cowgirl, giving a warm chuckle, "And do you think I took those when I was your age? I'll admit, these days for me, it is hard to find inspiration. I mean, I'm still trying to settle things here, and I bet seeing how you're not just in a new school, but a new state altogether, it must be a challenge for you to have to adapt to a new way of life." He spoke as if from experience and as though, well in fact, he was talking to both of them.
"The point is, girls, don't stress yourselves when you can't find either the time or the place for inspiration to hit you. Let your creative imaginations flow freely. I'm sure in time you will discover that creative spark within you and let it flourish, but until then, don't let one solitary thing be the entire focus of your life. A wise man once said that life is what happens when you are busy making other plans."
He grinned then picked up his bag from the desk. "Now if you two will excuse me, I'm gonna head home real quick and check on my wife. Take care, and remember, even though you may be amateurs today, just keep at it, and eventually, you'll wow the world with your masterpieces. You both have a gift for capturing the true beauty of the world through the lens. Anywho, I'll see you both tomorrow."
"Bye Mr. Felton! Oh and thanks for the advice!" Harley hollered back. She was wearing that famous smile of hers it seemed, the one she always adorned when she was super excited. She turned to Natalia, practically bouncing on her heels, "Man, Mr. Felton is such a cool teacher!"
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@Drakey
m.youtube.com/watch?v=oIuDuz26tOY
It was something you wanted to cherish, to keep sacred in the confines of your very mind, but alas, everything feels...clouded. In the days of yore, you had a purpose, a goal set in mind. What was that, you wonder. You try to seek that goal again, but sadly, it is gone from you. Like the flickering wings of a moth, you try to catch it, but it always eludes you. The path forward now is ripe with uncertainty, as you find yourself face down in the muck and mire of a fate most unfortunate to have befallen you.
Now you must ask yourself, newly dead, dost thou tarry forth to reclaim that which you once knew?
A M E M O R Y
It was something you wanted to cherish, to keep sacred in the confines of your very mind, but alas, everything feels...clouded. In the days of yore, you had a purpose, a goal set in mind. What was that, you wonder. You try to seek that goal again, but sadly, it is gone from you. Like the flickering wings of a moth, you try to catch it, but it always eludes you. The path forward now is ripe with uncertainty, as you find yourself face down in the muck and mire of a fate most unfortunate to have befallen you.
Now you must ask yourself, newly dead, dost thou tarry forth to reclaim that which you once knew?
@Nymeria Yes, while it has some conventions, it's not entirely based on the Souls series.
@Luna Amore@Olira
m.youtube.com/watch?v=NOG6gd3O4OI
The outside, a crappy, shabby hillbilly shack in the middle of the woods, but the inside...it was so much more. Years ago, Mei had discovered this mysterious but wonderful place, she and Nero. For some reason, the cabin was an anomaly in their world, a portal that led to their swanky abode.
A smooth and somber jazz melody played over the antique jukebox in the corner as Mei, her coven, and Celeste stepped into an environment like a 1930s speakeasy, complete with a bar, crushed red velvet and polished black marble. There was even rooms upstairs where the coven made their home during the day, and each you could tell who it belonged to.
Mei sauntered up to the bar and sat down, resting her head on the cool marble with a weary sigh. A long night it had been, and not just for her.
"Go ahead. Make yourself at home." Was about the only solitary response she could give to Celeste, the first human to ever step foot into their cozy abode. "I'm gonna rest here for a bit before we get started. Anton, fix me a Red Russian, would you sweetie." (A Red Russian being blood mixed with Vodka on ice)
"Damn, boss! Tossing 'em back already?" Anton laughed hopping behind the bar. "Alright! One Red Russian on the rocks!"
While he fixed her drink, Mei turned to Celeste. The woman's look was sincere, sympathetic one might say, odd for a vampire to show such. "Hey Celeste." She spoke, her voice quiet and heavy with exhaustion.
"About...tonight. I want to apologize for dragging you into this. Had things not gone sour, perhaps we could have met on better terms...more...friendly terms. I will admit, I do find you quite attractive, but that's beside the point. I don't know what's going on, but I plan to get to the bottom of this. Anyways, you're welcome to stay here for the night. I'll make sure my brothers and sisters behave, and tomorrow, I'll have Nero take you back home. I...didn't plan on having a human mixed up in our affairs."
m.youtube.com/watch?v=NOG6gd3O4OI
The outside, a crappy, shabby hillbilly shack in the middle of the woods, but the inside...it was so much more. Years ago, Mei had discovered this mysterious but wonderful place, she and Nero. For some reason, the cabin was an anomaly in their world, a portal that led to their swanky abode.
A smooth and somber jazz melody played over the antique jukebox in the corner as Mei, her coven, and Celeste stepped into an environment like a 1930s speakeasy, complete with a bar, crushed red velvet and polished black marble. There was even rooms upstairs where the coven made their home during the day, and each you could tell who it belonged to.
Mei sauntered up to the bar and sat down, resting her head on the cool marble with a weary sigh. A long night it had been, and not just for her.
"Go ahead. Make yourself at home." Was about the only solitary response she could give to Celeste, the first human to ever step foot into their cozy abode. "I'm gonna rest here for a bit before we get started. Anton, fix me a Red Russian, would you sweetie." (A Red Russian being blood mixed with Vodka on ice)
"Damn, boss! Tossing 'em back already?" Anton laughed hopping behind the bar. "Alright! One Red Russian on the rocks!"
While he fixed her drink, Mei turned to Celeste. The woman's look was sincere, sympathetic one might say, odd for a vampire to show such. "Hey Celeste." She spoke, her voice quiet and heavy with exhaustion.
"About...tonight. I want to apologize for dragging you into this. Had things not gone sour, perhaps we could have met on better terms...more...friendly terms. I will admit, I do find you quite attractive, but that's beside the point. I don't know what's going on, but I plan to get to the bottom of this. Anyways, you're welcome to stay here for the night. I'll make sure my brothers and sisters behave, and tomorrow, I'll have Nero take you back home. I...didn't plan on having a human mixed up in our affairs."
@Drakey Really....
Nothing to stop you?
I AM THE ALL POWERFUL GM OVERLORD! MY WORD IS LAW, AND I SAY...
Neh, fuck it! Welcome! ^_^
Nothing to stop you?
I AM THE ALL POWERFUL GM OVERLORD! MY WORD IS LAW, AND I SAY...
Neh, fuck it! Welcome! ^_^
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