Harbringer

Feral

Donald Trumpe?

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

If you do the former, I can always make another character.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

@Harbringer You, um, don't necessarily need to make the assumption that the character said something stupid because the player might have written something that seemed misinformed. That depends entirely on the intention of the player, really. If the intention of the player was that the suggestion was to be naive, then it is alright, otherwise we can discuss things. If you're unsure, you're free to ask or ask the player to correct things, but in any case. Now we've already moved on, so, ANYWAY! Nicely posted, anyways! This conversation is entertaining, its leading towards a potential encounter I didn't even need to plan! Hahaha!

@PlatinumSkink

The whole thing is, this is how Archibald EXPECTS royals to behave. He's completely fine with everyone else apart from Marwood and Alvin. Although his opinion of Alvin is slightly higher

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

To the sound of nnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Welcome.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Hit him with a cat

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

It took all of Gerard's concentration just to not lose sight of The Rose as she darted around. Not particularly built for maneouvrability, the Marauder struggled jsut to keep up, though Gerard knew intellectualyl that she was toying with him. Tapping the fire key as rapidly as was humanly possible, he sent cone after searing cone of iridium rounds towards the white streak but each time it would dance and weave through the rounds. The Frenchman gritted his teeth. What sort of inhuman monster was this...Of course, with all his concentration spent on tackling the enemy's ace, he failed to notice the other ferirs closing in, or rather he did, he just chose to ignore them in his single-minded pursuit. What jolted him into reality was McKnight's voice screeching through his comms. His eyes widened as he cut his thrust and he really took stock of where he was. This wasn't good. He had to retr-

At the same moment of that thought, the white MAS spun around and accelerated towards him. By instinct, Gerard raised his armoured left forearm up to block the strike, sending it and the scattergun tumbling away into the void. As it latched onto the Marauder and prepared to stab its long claws into its cockpit, Gerard smiled grimly and glared at the red haired woman thoruhg their armorcrys windows. So this was how it ended. He would not return to Noveau France, there would be no small farm, no children, no vineyard of his own. He scoffed. Of course. He accepted that the moment he put on a UEE uniform. What happened next surprised him. Jerking away, a flurry of blue-white rounds tore through where the white MAS previously was and was almost instantly replaced with McKnight's Shrike. A valiant effort to ripost by the man was met with defeat as he grabbed the exposed cabling of the Marauder's back and dragged him away. "Monsieur Mcknight..." Gerard crackled through the comms, before pausing, "...merci..."

As he was rapidly towed away, Gerard looked at the image of Nishizumi, Trapp and Alice freefalling into Jehan's atmosphere. He silently brooded. Would they be able to get the three back? With the Marauder disabled and in its current condition, there was no way he could get it into fighting shape even if he worked tirelessly for the next week. Not to mention that all of its main armaments were now gone so it would essentially have to become a brawler."Well Mcknight, any ideas?" Gerard asked as he tapped away at his controls, preparing a full damage report.

RPer Appreciation Thread

@Whoami, My partner in crime, my go-to gal, who I can always turn to when I have an RP itch that needs scratching- Sometimes fantasy, usually hard military/sci fi. One who shares my love for realism and nitty-gritty while also leaving room for dramatic flair and applied phlebotinum. However, I think now would be a good time for me to admit this... For the longest time, I thought your name was pronounced "Whoa, Me", instead of "Who am I"... Even though I now know the difference, you're still "whoa me" in my eyes... Womp c:

@vietmyke

I always thought her name was like Tsunami as in 'Whoa-ami'

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Archibald raised his eyebrow for the umpteenth time that day. Well. At least one of the princes had a brain. He stood up and wandered over to Alvin at the map, placing a gloved hand on his chin. "Well...you have a point there," he conceded as he yanked the arrow out of its housing, revealing the mark which displayed their current location. "I suppose if we set up an ambush here," he said, pointing to a valley around a river, "we could catch them unawares, set up a noose and strangle the life out of them." There was a definite if in the air. It was just that no-one wanted to give voice to it. Archibald, of course, did not give a rats arse about it. "Thats of course, if you believe we'd help you with it," he said, fixing Alvin with his eye. A bandit's life was one full of betrayal, treason and backstabbing. One had to choose their friends wisely. If one was not known in the thieves' cant and coven, they had little to zero chance of recruiting their services. Course, Archibald's merry band wasn't your standard bandit group.

"However, I cannot, in good consciouness, leave these people to starve, along with my lads and lasses," he said after a bit, shrugging,"I'll lead an expedition to intercept this caravan. You can feel free to join us if you please." There was another pause. "But if you screw up...don't expect a bailout. We've shown you enough hospitality already by not shooting you on sight."

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Man. Archibald feels like a right douchelord, but this is how he'd react to two princes in his castle keep who give him unrealistic ideas.