We remain in waiting for @Ryonara
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- Old Guild Username: Hekazu
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
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- Hekazu 11 yrs ago
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5 yrs ago
And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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5 yrs ago
Won't be replying for a while. Am hiking.
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5 yrs ago
My congratulations to the winners of TI9! Well played gentlemen, well played.
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6 yrs ago
Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
6 yrs ago
There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!
Bio
I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
- I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
- I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
- I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
- Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Hello! Would you all be willing to take on one more? I know it’s late but I’ve been struggling to find a cyberpunk RP that’s active and I really want to get back into writing.
Yeah, I've nothing against getting people in either. That's a fair point that what Harbinger said though, so feel free to share with us if you had any particular ideas.
Torus scores an 8 for his roll. I'll leave the end result to the reveal of the results of Parum and Orchid.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity
Failure noted. Bats are bothered, but not immediately on the move.
Failure noted. Bats are bothered, but not immediately on the move.
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Lady Selune You are thus relieved of your investigation partner. Dispose of them in any Cyberpunk appropriate fashion you deem fit. Both lethal and nonlethal solutions exist.
With watchful eyes and inquisitive methods, the adventurers soon noted what was off in the area they approached. The front had been lucky to not trigger the trapped slab laid on top of the stairs rushing out from under them, but as soon as it was noted it ceased being a threat. Everyone gathered to keep on moving onward, deeper into the cave that served as the headquarters of the enemy they were now facing more directly than anyone had requested of them. But was this not the best opportunity to truly strike a blow against them? And thus far, they had only met success on their assault, putting one injury aside for the merit of seven cultists slain.
The left path was chosen as it was the well travelled one, and perhaps to the surprise of many it would turn out to be safe to wander. The mushrooms laid dormant on the sides, a soft earthen smell hanging about them with no harm coming to those that moved past them leaving them untouched. Those that had covered their faces missed this smell, but there was not much to lose there. It was nothing unusual. For a minute or so, there was nothing bu the company of the mushrooms and the other members of the party, even the snickers of the hyena silencing themselves for the time being. That was, until the druid could smell a dead animal up ahead, once the fungi began losing ground to a cavern floor composed of solid stone.
The druid stopped and looked around frantically, its lack of darkvision not allowing it to properly see. But those who had such an ability could easily tell from whence it was coming from. Several dead bats lay on the floor, and one good look upward revealed the entire ceiling to be carpeted in them. No other threat seemed to occupy the room, and it might be a stretch to call a swarm of bats a threat even if it ceased being dormant. But there was a whole lot of them.
@Ryonara@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen@The Harbinger of Ferocity
The left path was chosen as it was the well travelled one, and perhaps to the surprise of many it would turn out to be safe to wander. The mushrooms laid dormant on the sides, a soft earthen smell hanging about them with no harm coming to those that moved past them leaving them untouched. Those that had covered their faces missed this smell, but there was not much to lose there. It was nothing unusual. For a minute or so, there was nothing bu the company of the mushrooms and the other members of the party, even the snickers of the hyena silencing themselves for the time being. That was, until the druid could smell a dead animal up ahead, once the fungi began losing ground to a cavern floor composed of solid stone.
The druid stopped and looked around frantically, its lack of darkvision not allowing it to properly see. But those who had such an ability could easily tell from whence it was coming from. Several dead bats lay on the floor, and one good look upward revealed the entire ceiling to be carpeted in them. No other threat seemed to occupy the room, and it might be a stretch to call a swarm of bats a threat even if it ceased being dormant. But there was a whole lot of them.
@Ryonara@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen@The Harbinger of Ferocity
I don't see any objections to Orchid's plan. You'll have to excuse an unfortunate situation however, for tomorrow has vanished from all my schedules but work. I've exams to check, so it will be until Friday that I'll provide you with what lays behind the path to the left.
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Croaks noted that if nothing else, Nina was trying to assure him of how nothing was useless in her trade. Well good luck to her then. Figures why he or Ribby hadn't become info brokers. He hadn't the patience, and Ribby had that reluctance to throw oneself into things. And hell, if the comparison or ideal was Nina's aptitude, then he wasn't having that either. So nope, that wouldn't be a business to consider if the whole gang thing went under thanks to this crop bullshit and they still had their lives after that. Which alone was enough of a stretch that it actually wasn't all that worth to think of. Croaks dropped the subject there.
But as for information gathering, Nina did seem to have picked up on what the pickpocket had tried, especially so considering she confirmed her own suspicions when the man flew down. Croaks spat after him for good measure. "Some people just don't know their place", Croaks commented on her musings on whether it was sensible at all that a pickpocket would aim for him. "He's either new around these parts, which wouldn't surprise me with how bad he was, or he thinks he can get one good target a week to get along. Forgetting that good targets might kick his ass for his troubles, used to it and all. And look at him, just a gentle reminder given. Nothing ridiculous, am I right?"
Then there was the whole talk about upper levels, how she had more regular access to those, figures, some favours for smuggling being pulled for that and… then came the other part. How he would stick out up there. Croaks slowly turned his attention from their surroundings to her, making eye contact if she was to look his way still. "You figure?" he asked with an almost offended tone. "Anything past level two really is a whole another deal, like I said. Been to three once, same trip got me to four. I'd rather not go back there ever, they'll probably shoot on sight too, but there was money I had to make. Good money too. Got me an' Ribby to business. But that's a story for some other time. We ain't got time as things are." And that much was true. The story would take the better part of an hour, and they'd be on the checkpoint to three long before that. Besides, saying no offence after going after someone like that was just wimp talk. Owe up to what you said. You wanna question the attire of the boss, that's your trouble. Not something two words can get you out of, one of which barely even a word.
But moving on from that subject, they indeed had a bit of a meet-up with the security detail of the upper level. Croaks was asked to wait, and wait he did, leaning against a wall a bit further down the stairs, waiting for the signal for him to climb up. The gangster had crossed his arms, and probably made an impression that wouldn't soon leave the pair of people that had come in the same checkpoint after Nina and him. Probably a couple by the looks of things. The man had looked nervous at first, but as soon as he'd noted his girl eyeing the muscles belonging to the bigger guy, he'd gone on some sort of show off gear, trying to puff himself out and in general yammering something that went right in from one ear and out of the other. Croaks wasn't listening to a word before he felt a kick at his reinforced boot and turned to look down at the guy who was a head and a neck shorter than him. "Piss off", was all that he had to say before he was freed from the waiting, leaving the man to wave his fist after him. Nah, he was too busy going fuck knows where with the info broker for fuck knows why. Oh yeah, he wanted to get on her good side, to get something out of the deal he might otherwise miss.
His approach was met with a disapproving look and a gesture to keep the gun on his back, not in hand. And as for the disapproval, it soon continued to words. That Nina shouldn't hang about with people like him. Croaks stopped at the line drawn on the ground where people were supposed to, and pulled his hands out of his pockets where he'd placed them for the duration of the approach. He showed both sides of them. Empty. "So who's this guy then? Output of yours, or a would be one at least?" Croaks belittled the security guard in return. "Look see, you don't want women around people like me. But you get what she is? An info broker. You think that trade gets you anywhere if you don't go to seedier parts of town? And haven't we met anyway? Croaks, amphibians. Got my card in my back pocket 'f you need to id. Or anyone to dive into that river for contraband. Like that one stash of stun 'nades that one time." That was as far as he would be throwing jabs and hooks, but he wasn't one to just take insults without returning fire. Not to start with, not to let the other guy get in the last word. But the check itself would go by the book, if Eric wasn't going to try and mix things up out of spite.
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But as for information gathering, Nina did seem to have picked up on what the pickpocket had tried, especially so considering she confirmed her own suspicions when the man flew down. Croaks spat after him for good measure. "Some people just don't know their place", Croaks commented on her musings on whether it was sensible at all that a pickpocket would aim for him. "He's either new around these parts, which wouldn't surprise me with how bad he was, or he thinks he can get one good target a week to get along. Forgetting that good targets might kick his ass for his troubles, used to it and all. And look at him, just a gentle reminder given. Nothing ridiculous, am I right?"
Then there was the whole talk about upper levels, how she had more regular access to those, figures, some favours for smuggling being pulled for that and… then came the other part. How he would stick out up there. Croaks slowly turned his attention from their surroundings to her, making eye contact if she was to look his way still. "You figure?" he asked with an almost offended tone. "Anything past level two really is a whole another deal, like I said. Been to three once, same trip got me to four. I'd rather not go back there ever, they'll probably shoot on sight too, but there was money I had to make. Good money too. Got me an' Ribby to business. But that's a story for some other time. We ain't got time as things are." And that much was true. The story would take the better part of an hour, and they'd be on the checkpoint to three long before that. Besides, saying no offence after going after someone like that was just wimp talk. Owe up to what you said. You wanna question the attire of the boss, that's your trouble. Not something two words can get you out of, one of which barely even a word.
But moving on from that subject, they indeed had a bit of a meet-up with the security detail of the upper level. Croaks was asked to wait, and wait he did, leaning against a wall a bit further down the stairs, waiting for the signal for him to climb up. The gangster had crossed his arms, and probably made an impression that wouldn't soon leave the pair of people that had come in the same checkpoint after Nina and him. Probably a couple by the looks of things. The man had looked nervous at first, but as soon as he'd noted his girl eyeing the muscles belonging to the bigger guy, he'd gone on some sort of show off gear, trying to puff himself out and in general yammering something that went right in from one ear and out of the other. Croaks wasn't listening to a word before he felt a kick at his reinforced boot and turned to look down at the guy who was a head and a neck shorter than him. "Piss off", was all that he had to say before he was freed from the waiting, leaving the man to wave his fist after him. Nah, he was too busy going fuck knows where with the info broker for fuck knows why. Oh yeah, he wanted to get on her good side, to get something out of the deal he might otherwise miss.
His approach was met with a disapproving look and a gesture to keep the gun on his back, not in hand. And as for the disapproval, it soon continued to words. That Nina shouldn't hang about with people like him. Croaks stopped at the line drawn on the ground where people were supposed to, and pulled his hands out of his pockets where he'd placed them for the duration of the approach. He showed both sides of them. Empty. "So who's this guy then? Output of yours, or a would be one at least?" Croaks belittled the security guard in return. "Look see, you don't want women around people like me. But you get what she is? An info broker. You think that trade gets you anywhere if you don't go to seedier parts of town? And haven't we met anyway? Croaks, amphibians. Got my card in my back pocket 'f you need to id. Or anyone to dive into that river for contraband. Like that one stash of stun 'nades that one time." That was as far as he would be throwing jabs and hooks, but he wasn't one to just take insults without returning fire. Not to start with, not to let the other guy get in the last word. But the check itself would go by the book, if Eric wasn't going to try and mix things up out of spite.
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Well I hoped I could handle it as planned, but it is looking like there will be one more night between now and the realisation of my post. My apologies to those looking forward to it.
That he certainly will, with a pair of 20, as odd as that is, 20, with the latter only applying to anything that could be gleaned by hearing or scent; not that it matters in this case, mind you! Either way, is anything else discovered by Brannor, @Hekazu?
He is able to note what the difference missed by Parum was. The left path has signs of being used much more recently than its alternative.
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