@King Cosmos want to make a post before me? Otherwise I'll write on Thursday.
Habibi359
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STATUS: Little bit of work, little bit of studies, little bit of hobbies. Things are going quite decently indeed 8 yrs ago
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Little bit of work, little bit of studies, little bit of hobbies. Things are going quite decently indeed
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8 yrs ago
All the burden on my shoulders has been put aside for now, and when I have to pick them up again, I take it happily as this time I have someone to help me.
8 yrs ago
I finally participated in writing contest. Naturally, I lost. But I enjoyed it a great deal. In other news, soon a bachelor.
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8 yrs ago
Soon it's summer and soon I'm enjoying holidays.
Bio
They called me Habibi when I played World of Warcraft. I enjoyed the nickname.
I also enjoyed playing it. Reading the lore, raiding, eventually playing in RP-servers and making quite many stories there. From there my interest to roleplaying rose. I tried forum RP:s, Larps, dungeons and dragons... And eventually I found myself here.
I enjoy playing characters and wondering how different people and characters see the world, why they think like they do, how they would do their relationships. I enjoy telling stories and wondering things from different perspectives. Moral issues from black to white and every shade of grey between them. Wondering religious, philosophical and ethical things. Trying to understand one's culture and background. Trying to understand others from the point of view of my characters.
As for what else I do? I'm studying physics in Finland. Going to specialize in material physics. I also dance. Like, a lot. Ballroom dancing, historical dancing, Charleston, Swing dances... I love the way of expressing myself through music. A hobby of mine that I'd love to do bit more professionally.
I also enjoyed playing it. Reading the lore, raiding, eventually playing in RP-servers and making quite many stories there. From there my interest to roleplaying rose. I tried forum RP:s, Larps, dungeons and dragons... And eventually I found myself here.
I enjoy playing characters and wondering how different people and characters see the world, why they think like they do, how they would do their relationships. I enjoy telling stories and wondering things from different perspectives. Moral issues from black to white and every shade of grey between them. Wondering religious, philosophical and ethical things. Trying to understand one's culture and background. Trying to understand others from the point of view of my characters.
As for what else I do? I'm studying physics in Finland. Going to specialize in material physics. I also dance. Like, a lot. Ballroom dancing, historical dancing, Charleston, Swing dances... I love the way of expressing myself through music. A hobby of mine that I'd love to do bit more professionally.
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Anyone wanna post at Clinic scene? I am busy until Sunday myself and I'd prefer some other posts at clinic before I'd put a post up.
Marcus had flown a small distance backwards. The pull with the beast’s arm in his hands had succeeded, he could almost see the beast’s armpit. But as he had hit the floor, a violent twitch made him lose the hold. It wasn’t long before the sickly man had noticed the opportunity. Spear went straight through the arm with a force great enough to pierce rib cages and it made a great “thud” as it hit the floor.
Marcus rose to his knees and reached for his sword. Now that the beast was pinned to the place, they could wound beast through the hole. Expect then Marcus heard a crack and ripping of tissue. In front of his eyes the arm of the beast, skin, muscle and joints stretched, then ripped into pieces. The claw twitched it’s last movements and blood filled the wooden floor underneath it.
Marcus quickly grabbed the sword and took few steps backwards. He pointed the sword towards the door. No doubt the beast was about to charge through, but he’d be ready for the wounded monster. He took breaths in and felt the heartbeat in his chest. He let out a grin. He’d gladly kill that beast...
On the other side of the door, through the hole he heard the bells. An ominous sound that sent shivers in his arm and hair on his skin started to rise. He noticed the gray things were afraid and started to disappeared like rodents in sight of a predator. Something was coming. The grin in his face faded and he took another step or two backwards.
“Careful now...” Marcus said while keeping the tip of his sword towards the door.
Marcus rose to his knees and reached for his sword. Now that the beast was pinned to the place, they could wound beast through the hole. Expect then Marcus heard a crack and ripping of tissue. In front of his eyes the arm of the beast, skin, muscle and joints stretched, then ripped into pieces. The claw twitched it’s last movements and blood filled the wooden floor underneath it.
Marcus quickly grabbed the sword and took few steps backwards. He pointed the sword towards the door. No doubt the beast was about to charge through, but he’d be ready for the wounded monster. He took breaths in and felt the heartbeat in his chest. He let out a grin. He’d gladly kill that beast...
On the other side of the door, through the hole he heard the bells. An ominous sound that sent shivers in his arm and hair on his skin started to rise. He noticed the gray things were afraid and started to disappeared like rodents in sight of a predator. Something was coming. The grin in his face faded and he took another step or two backwards.
“Careful now...” Marcus said while keeping the tip of his sword towards the door.
Alright, I'll make a post later this evening
Made a post. Action ensues.
I have to apologize my lack of activity as of late and the harm I have caused with that. I have realized that I've succumbed to a burnout and that has affected my personal life on few fronts, this RP being one of them to take a hit. I have now taken steps to give myself more spare time on my time out of work. I kind of saw the symptoms two weeks ago and I thought I could manage. I didn't. This is not an excuse for the radio silence though. I could've communicated earlier about this but I didn't and for that I'm sorry. I plan to do better in future.
I have to apologize my lack of activity as of late and the harm I have caused with that. I have realized that I've succumbed to a burnout and that has affected my personal life on few fronts, this RP being one of them to take a hit. I have now taken steps to give myself more spare time on my time out of work. I kind of saw the symptoms two weeks ago and I thought I could manage. I didn't. This is not an excuse for the radio silence though. I could've communicated earlier about this but I didn't and for that I'm sorry. I plan to do better in future.
Marcus stood by the door. He had been ready for the attack of the men but suddenly he heard a small thud from one of the cots.
He measured the woken man quickly. His measures were weird, arms and legs were shorter compared to an average man, but they were as thick as lumber. Indicated that he could hit anyone hard if it came to it. While he held hands as not to hurt anyone, Marcus was cautious. He had been most likely given the same treatment as he and his new companion. Who had already judged the man worthy and threw his own axe to him. He himself had taken a spear from the barrel.
“We’ll handle the first two, you stay back.” He said and Marcus was about to shush him, but it was too late. Someone on the other side had already heard him.
While cursing under his breath on the ruined element of surprise, there was a fourth man that gad woken up. This man looked sick, skinny and weak, with eyes blue as ice. Marcus had been focused too much on whatever was on the other side, taken steps backwards, that the sickly man had came. Despite his ill outlook, he stood proudly and walked with confidence to grab a saber and a spear. Marcus only hoped that he knew how to wield both of them. The wound over his other eye indicated that perhaps he had been in a fight or two. The ice in his eyes made Marcus shiver.
Marcus couldn’t make a comment. There was a yell from the other side. And then A Crash. Second one. Third one. The door couldn’t hold much longer, cracks started to be visible and wood was bent. Marcus felt his heart racing. The feeling of anxiety and fear soon started to make way to hunger of hunt… But this time Marcus gritted his teeth painfully together to focus. He would keep his head this time.
However such focus was lost when the fourth hit came and the arm of a beast came through. Claw meant for ripping men apart at the end of an arm full of strength to throw men away. And that was just a taste of what would be on the other side.
Marcus let out a yell: “Nail the bloody claw to the floor! Spears!”. He felt the fury and violence in back of his head and he let it take over. What he did next would have surprised him if he had seen himself from the outside. He threw his sword backwards and with an instinct only he made an attempt to grab the claw with both of his hands to pull the claw more inside, kicking the door to gain some more power to the pull and roar in anger while doing it.
Such a pull however would make him vulnerable and would certainly make wounds to Marcus’s arms.
@Th3King0fChaos @DrabberRogue @King Cosmos
He measured the woken man quickly. His measures were weird, arms and legs were shorter compared to an average man, but they were as thick as lumber. Indicated that he could hit anyone hard if it came to it. While he held hands as not to hurt anyone, Marcus was cautious. He had been most likely given the same treatment as he and his new companion. Who had already judged the man worthy and threw his own axe to him. He himself had taken a spear from the barrel.
“We’ll handle the first two, you stay back.” He said and Marcus was about to shush him, but it was too late. Someone on the other side had already heard him.
While cursing under his breath on the ruined element of surprise, there was a fourth man that gad woken up. This man looked sick, skinny and weak, with eyes blue as ice. Marcus had been focused too much on whatever was on the other side, taken steps backwards, that the sickly man had came. Despite his ill outlook, he stood proudly and walked with confidence to grab a saber and a spear. Marcus only hoped that he knew how to wield both of them. The wound over his other eye indicated that perhaps he had been in a fight or two. The ice in his eyes made Marcus shiver.
Marcus couldn’t make a comment. There was a yell from the other side. And then A Crash. Second one. Third one. The door couldn’t hold much longer, cracks started to be visible and wood was bent. Marcus felt his heart racing. The feeling of anxiety and fear soon started to make way to hunger of hunt… But this time Marcus gritted his teeth painfully together to focus. He would keep his head this time.
However such focus was lost when the fourth hit came and the arm of a beast came through. Claw meant for ripping men apart at the end of an arm full of strength to throw men away. And that was just a taste of what would be on the other side.
Marcus let out a yell: “Nail the bloody claw to the floor! Spears!”. He felt the fury and violence in back of his head and he let it take over. What he did next would have surprised him if he had seen himself from the outside. He threw his sword backwards and with an instinct only he made an attempt to grab the claw with both of his hands to pull the claw more inside, kicking the door to gain some more power to the pull and roar in anger while doing it.
Such a pull however would make him vulnerable and would certainly make wounds to Marcus’s arms.
@Th3King0fChaos @DrabberRogue @King Cosmos
I think I'll let you move things forward.
Marcus Stopped everything as he heard movement outside. He turned slowly towards the door. Whoever there were outside sounded quite angry. He slowly looked at the man he’d have an honor to share this situation with and slowly rose his index finger over his lips, as he tried to move slowly and silently closer to the door.
Grunting outside the locked door was angry. Men sounded like enemies of the church. He heard something heavy hit the floor. Whatever it was, it was most probably painful. A weird contrast was a bell which rang as it came closer to the door. Marcus tried to estimate whether there were 4 or 5 of them. Marcus rose five of his fingers. He listened as they came closer to the door. There was something weird about the footsteps, but he couldn't figure out what. One of the invaders tried to open the locked door. Rattled the handle. Started to yell for someone inside to open the door.
Marcus held a tight grip from his sword. Whoever was outside didn’t sound too friendly. Marcus felt like back in the gang days when they’d meet another rival gang and they’d have to fight or lose all their valuables. When it was against other Yharmanites, they were more or less even, and thus sometimes even victorious. When it had been the Fire Dancers, they had made a short work out of the gang expect for the few that had realized to run. Like Marcus.
They couldn’t run now. Or they could, but most probably 5 men could catch them and maim them. They were outnumbered, but in Marcus's mind they had the element of surprise on their side. He looked straight at the other man and made a silent suggestion. With his free hand, he pointed at himself, then pulled the thumb over his throat, then raised the hand over his head to indicate height.
Bigger.
Marcus then pointed the other man, then made the same over the throat cutting emote. And then put his hand over the chest.
Smaller.
@King Cosmos
Grunting outside the locked door was angry. Men sounded like enemies of the church. He heard something heavy hit the floor. Whatever it was, it was most probably painful. A weird contrast was a bell which rang as it came closer to the door. Marcus tried to estimate whether there were 4 or 5 of them. Marcus rose five of his fingers. He listened as they came closer to the door. There was something weird about the footsteps, but he couldn't figure out what. One of the invaders tried to open the locked door. Rattled the handle. Started to yell for someone inside to open the door.
Marcus held a tight grip from his sword. Whoever was outside didn’t sound too friendly. Marcus felt like back in the gang days when they’d meet another rival gang and they’d have to fight or lose all their valuables. When it was against other Yharmanites, they were more or less even, and thus sometimes even victorious. When it had been the Fire Dancers, they had made a short work out of the gang expect for the few that had realized to run. Like Marcus.
They couldn’t run now. Or they could, but most probably 5 men could catch them and maim them. They were outnumbered, but in Marcus's mind they had the element of surprise on their side. He looked straight at the other man and made a silent suggestion. With his free hand, he pointed at himself, then pulled the thumb over his throat, then raised the hand over his head to indicate height.
Bigger.
Marcus then pointed the other man, then made the same over the throat cutting emote. And then put his hand over the chest.
Smaller.
@King Cosmos
It's been one bloody week so haven't even had time to check how it's going here. I'll post on Sunday, I need a small mental break :D
Marcus had multiple imaginations that had never filled his mind before. He imagined the sword piercing the beast, cuts slashing through one’s stomach, the blood that would flow from it’s wounds and all this filled Marcus with satisfaction like no other. He was excited to fight… His hand was already on the handle, but he felt disappointment as it couldn’t move anywhere. Locked, no matter how hard he gave force.
Marcus had heard a faint “Hey!” but never gave attention to him. A sudden grip hit his shoulder and it pulled Marcus backwards so hard that he fell on the floor. His grip from the handle, his balance had been bit off. Marcus’s sword flung away, under a clot. The man had a furious look on him. “Are you mad? One beast is still enough to kill all of us!”
Marcus was completely confused now. He had felt invincible a moment ago. A thought of dying had not came to his mind in middle of his endless hunger for blood. The bloodlust creature that he was a second ago had taken a step back and left Marcus with feeling of unfamiliarity. His own body and mind felt alien to him, the feeling that he had not been in control of his body filled him with dread.
Marcus rose up from the floor. Shaken, visibly. “Damned hell… That was...” He said before his stomach reacted to the shock and Marcus felt ready to throw up. He had to focus hard to control himself. He took hold of the wall and the with other hand he covered his face, as trying to think hard. The other man had had no such impulses and was already on control of the situation. "They wouldn’t leave all of us here without incense, help me find it so we can ward off whatever made that cry.”
Marcus took a few deep breaths in and nodded man. “Yes… That’s wise.”. Of course incense would be safest bet in this situation. They had used some of it back in the gang times. Marcus walked to collect his sword, though he hesitated for a moment to get close to a crying patient now after the previous experience. For a second he could hear all the cries and wailing in the hall and a familiar dread, alien man in alien situation filled his mind. Marcus knew now that he, like the men on clots, were both locked up in their nightmares.
“The door was locked, I tried the handle. And I couldn’t see a keyhole. We’re locked up in here until we get out.” Marcus said to the man, as he knelt and grabbed the sword. “That is, if there is anyone to open that door after the hunt is over.” He said and started to go towards medical table. He tried to find incense and alcohol. Latter was for molotov's. Just in case.
Marcus had heard a faint “Hey!” but never gave attention to him. A sudden grip hit his shoulder and it pulled Marcus backwards so hard that he fell on the floor. His grip from the handle, his balance had been bit off. Marcus’s sword flung away, under a clot. The man had a furious look on him. “Are you mad? One beast is still enough to kill all of us!”
Marcus was completely confused now. He had felt invincible a moment ago. A thought of dying had not came to his mind in middle of his endless hunger for blood. The bloodlust creature that he was a second ago had taken a step back and left Marcus with feeling of unfamiliarity. His own body and mind felt alien to him, the feeling that he had not been in control of his body filled him with dread.
Marcus rose up from the floor. Shaken, visibly. “Damned hell… That was...” He said before his stomach reacted to the shock and Marcus felt ready to throw up. He had to focus hard to control himself. He took hold of the wall and the with other hand he covered his face, as trying to think hard. The other man had had no such impulses and was already on control of the situation. "They wouldn’t leave all of us here without incense, help me find it so we can ward off whatever made that cry.”
Marcus took a few deep breaths in and nodded man. “Yes… That’s wise.”. Of course incense would be safest bet in this situation. They had used some of it back in the gang times. Marcus walked to collect his sword, though he hesitated for a moment to get close to a crying patient now after the previous experience. For a second he could hear all the cries and wailing in the hall and a familiar dread, alien man in alien situation filled his mind. Marcus knew now that he, like the men on clots, were both locked up in their nightmares.
“The door was locked, I tried the handle. And I couldn’t see a keyhole. We’re locked up in here until we get out.” Marcus said to the man, as he knelt and grabbed the sword. “That is, if there is anyone to open that door after the hunt is over.” He said and started to go towards medical table. He tried to find incense and alcohol. Latter was for molotov's. Just in case.
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