Sorry for not being able to post and communicate, guys. Lots of Responsibilities overwhelmed me all at once, but I'm hopefully back now. ^^
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@Ophidian Always go too far, because that's where you'll create the truth.
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@datadogie My score was 7. Yours?
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@Andreyich "MULTI-TRACK DRIFTING!!"
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"Thanks!", Skull Kid said gratefully to the salesman. Plucking the bread quite eagerly from the man's hand, the paranormal child sat crossed legged on the ground and dug into the loaf, or more correctly, allowed it to disappear into the shadowy orb he called his face. For the starving child, the stale bread tasted of honey and warm butter, though most of the described tastes originated from the stalfos' gluttonous imagination. Licking the flakey crumbs off the end of his fingers, Skull Kid hauled himself to his feet and held out his hand to his slender acquaintance, it had only taken him a few seconds to devour the food. "Name's Skull Kid. Your's?", he asked.
Just as the shop keeper was to greet and answer the child, or even just gasp at his infamous name, Skull Kid turned quickly on his heel as another particular wear caught his eye. "So, what were you saying? Something about 'it's hard to make ends meet?'", the Stalfos blabbered on as he picked up the outstanding item. The mask he inspected was a Zora ornament almost as gaunt as the salesman himself. It was a very familiar disguise, that jerk link had worn one just like it many years ago. By the goddesses did this craftsman have a knack for recreating masks that held a lot of nostalgia, all of these masks brought at least one memory or another to the forest child. Fitting the item over his already hidden face, Skull Kid looked back at the salesman as almost to say 'How do I look?'. Truthfully he looked extremely odd, vibrant orange eyes burning against a cool blue expression, only to be harshly complemented by a tacky green outfit. Sitting back down on the ground, the decorated Skull Kid intently waited for a response to his run-on questions.
Just as the shop keeper was to greet and answer the child, or even just gasp at his infamous name, Skull Kid turned quickly on his heel as another particular wear caught his eye. "So, what were you saying? Something about 'it's hard to make ends meet?'", the Stalfos blabbered on as he picked up the outstanding item. The mask he inspected was a Zora ornament almost as gaunt as the salesman himself. It was a very familiar disguise, that jerk link had worn one just like it many years ago. By the goddesses did this craftsman have a knack for recreating masks that held a lot of nostalgia, all of these masks brought at least one memory or another to the forest child. Fitting the item over his already hidden face, Skull Kid looked back at the salesman as almost to say 'How do I look?'. Truthfully he looked extremely odd, vibrant orange eyes burning against a cool blue expression, only to be harshly complemented by a tacky green outfit. Sitting back down on the ground, the decorated Skull Kid intently waited for a response to his run-on questions.
"Where is my super suit?!"
-Heretic, Under The Influence
-Heretic, Under The Influence
Well my original idea, was that with the Acolytes failure you would be deemed unworthy of the Inquisition and sent off planet to be mind wiped or executed, they're so interchangeable I forget. However mid transit the ship was destroyed within the warp, where you popped out of the warp there was a Rogue trader within the system that found you. And start a rogue trader game where the PCs that survived here would be able to play their PC on the Rogue trader ship if they so desired, however the Inquisition would still be after the PC/s so you'd have to watch your back. Or I could just start a new Dark Heresy game with a different story If you guys want. I'm all ears.
I personally love the idea, but I'm sadly on the edge of if I'm going to be able to continue with the RP. I've been very inactive lately (due to life and other responsibilities), so I'm thinking of leaving due to the fact I might drag down the RP with my delayed posts. Again, it is still a maybe, but I would never want to burden any RP in any way, so I have taken my removal as a consideration. Sorry for any Inconvenience guys.
11. I rest my case.
Skull Kid was somewhat surprised of how the shop keeper responded to his aerial bombardment. Casually scolding the child, and then picking up the broken replica with a soft gaze. In addition, the mask maker even called out the creature's error in believing a sane Hylian would ever sell such a dangerous relic. It really was a bizarre response, much different and more elaborate from the fleeing travelers Skull Kid usually encountered in the lost woods. This man seemed rather unique.
Stepping cautiously out of the shadows he had hidden within, Skull Kid trodded into the pale light of one of the overhanging lanterns. "Well it's blasphemy to display such a realistic reincarnation of that mask out for every heretic in Hyrule to see! Any kind of witch or moblin could just waltz in here and take it and your life from you, just because they were dumb enough to think it was the real thing!", the Stalfos child shot back, unbeknownst to the stupid correlation between the current circumstance and his witty reply.
Crossing his arms, Skull Kid waited for the Salesman to continue the time consuming argument before a rumbling came from within him. It started out as a slight purr from the boy's stomach, but then amounted to the roar of a sea lion. Skull Kid doubled over in pain as his intestines imploded in on themselves due to starvation. Little did the Mask salesman know, that Skull Kid had endured a full two weeks of continuous hunger before waiting the extra painful 3 days in his shop's roof. He was hurting, badly, and looking over at the salesman once again the adolescent creature asked, "uhh... Uhmm.. D-do you have any food?" He cringed as he voiced the words, they made him seem so damn vulnerable. But it was either eat now or die later, he thought, leaning over as the pain in his belly worsened.
Stepping cautiously out of the shadows he had hidden within, Skull Kid trodded into the pale light of one of the overhanging lanterns. "Well it's blasphemy to display such a realistic reincarnation of that mask out for every heretic in Hyrule to see! Any kind of witch or moblin could just waltz in here and take it and your life from you, just because they were dumb enough to think it was the real thing!", the Stalfos child shot back, unbeknownst to the stupid correlation between the current circumstance and his witty reply.
Crossing his arms, Skull Kid waited for the Salesman to continue the time consuming argument before a rumbling came from within him. It started out as a slight purr from the boy's stomach, but then amounted to the roar of a sea lion. Skull Kid doubled over in pain as his intestines imploded in on themselves due to starvation. Little did the Mask salesman know, that Skull Kid had endured a full two weeks of continuous hunger before waiting the extra painful 3 days in his shop's roof. He was hurting, badly, and looking over at the salesman once again the adolescent creature asked, "uhh... Uhmm.. D-do you have any food?" He cringed as he voiced the words, they made him seem so damn vulnerable. But it was either eat now or die later, he thought, leaning over as the pain in his belly worsened.
@GreenGoat It's fine I'm not expecting everyone to post in a day. I prefer to have a slower RP, as I am currently GMing three.
Wow. Three?
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“So instead this morning I have for you fine people a couple of special guests. You know I don't let amateurs take my spotlight, but these guys? Phew! Have they got it figured out! Let's give a Groose-tacular round of applause for...”
“Zant! Aaaaaand Midna!”
Zant & Midna are now freak show performers?
EDIT; @Li awww, that's too bad. Hope to see you in the future. ^^
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