Hippocamp

Divided We Stand

Allen Hops

Driving and then the secret Village Hidden in Gunshots.
Interacting With; Eliana → via text @lovely complex. Carmen. @abandonedintel
Mood; So ready, bro.

Benny held onto the brim of his hat while Carmen laid on the gas, he was ready to roll. The tune she chose was the right kind of music for this driving, in his opinion. As they roared brazenly out of the parking lot, Benny felt as though he was in the presence of a real road warrior. ”I think I’ve got it. You were meant to be doing stunt driving, not heroics, Carmen! Next you need to practice firing blanks out of a pistol while you drive one handed. You got that?” Benny felt like everyone’s career advisor at times. He was also excited to get to the range and see what he could pull out his hat this time… He cracked out a magazine with details about the newest robotic drones. ”How do you feel about flying targets?” He asked with an inquisitive eyebrow rising.

Upstate New York was a fun place to be driving. It was fun to watch how much incidental chaos ensued on the road. Carmen was known to leave dudes with their middle finger sticking up in her wake, but she didn’t give a flying fuck. It was pretty awesome. When she celebrated he threw his arms up but they hit the roof with a thud. He decided it was a good time to check his texts. And tada, here was one from Eliana. Good timing.

To Eliana
My world is burnt rubber and shotgun shells baby. : p

The terrain started whizzing by at a slower rate as they reached their destination. ”After this I’m feeling… Malts. Right? Malt shops are the right place to be.” Benny’s stomach could do for a meal that hadn’t come with a side of pocket lint, or that funny flavor like it was really nothing at all. Sometimes the texture of the things nil space provided him just didn’t sit well. Right now his mind was on how much gunpowder he could explode in the span of half an hour to an hour and a half. ”These are complementary…” Benny said in a halfassed monotone as he limply handed Carmen a pair of soundblocking headphones. ”You can put them on just as soon as I hear how incredibly fantastic you think my idea is.” Benny said this as he retrieved an already whirring small quadcopter strapped with multicolored paintballs from his trench coat. ”Check it out, these bleed rainbows. Totally not fucked up right?” Benny tried out his villain laugh. From the gut, he thought. He didn’t think Carmen looked as impressed by the laugh as by their new target.

Divided We Stand

Benny hopes to be as punk and anti-establishment as humanly possible. I'm feeling this magical jerkhead vibe already. And that's what's up. Haha.

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Ar Rathmore

Ar sipped his wine thoughtfully as he heard Corvo’s inquiry. He was pleased that his son was searching for a way to be engaged here, and he had one idea of how he could be. ”The armor on the knights of the visitors is of the highest quality, I think we could do well to work at solving the puzzle of the best way to pierce it. If I were feeling bold I myself might try stumbling into one of them myself to see how the plates behave when falls, but a cover up would be in order, and I feel like I would only spit wine everywhere blustering on…” Ar gave Corvo an expectant smile. "But hell, if you aren’t so sober enjoy yourself how you see fit. I know I will!" Ar added this to relieve the tension. He knew in some small part Corvo sought that from him, a permission to do what he thought best. He appreciated the sentiment of doing his duty always as a spy of the Spymaster, although for now Ar's face of iciness and lethality was as sheathed as it possibly could be.

Ar knew that his students and himself both had things to learn from the show of arms this tournament posed. The best riders, the best horses… And someone was sure to crack their head and feed the grass with their lifeblood. He had seen enough tourneys in his time to know this one would own up to expectations, maybe more. Something told him that the meeting of the many houses would give many stories to be told to the younger one's in attendance. For now he would drink to a lack of suspicion and hope the guards weren't doing the same.

@ClocktowerEchos

Divided We Stand

Allen Hops

Location; The shared dorm room.
Interacting With; Terrence @Avanhelsing. Eliana → via text. @lovely complex Carmen --> via text. @AbandonedIntel
Mood; Dubious <-- Whimsical

Benny hashed out an early morning text to his mother to start his day. “I hope those kids don’t break your will today.” That should do the trick.

Thoughts of home leave a pleasant taste in the mouth, Benny thought, before taking a bite of an unattractive apple. This does NOT taste like magic, he reacted internally, taste buds cringing. He didn’t understand why his acquisition sometimes retrieved duds but it did. He didn’t want to waste the food either way. It was like a gift he had gotten from nobody, and if he threw it away it was as if he might as give his power to the starving in Africa. Or maybe that was too dramatic. He thought to himself he would feel sort of like a cow being milked if all he did was materialize food all day. It would be better if the whole world were changed so everyone could be fed and he didn’t have to feel guilty about it. So for now he would aim for the head of the snake, as it were… For now he felt fortunate to not have been enlisted in feeding all of Mayweather each day.

Benny wore his black trench coat and a black top hat today. This was the most villainous look he could muster. There was potential to summon all sorts of objects with this much personal coverage, and he was a master of layering. He usually got dressed as quickly as he could since someone was always rushing him, but it seemed Carmen’s scheduled text came late today. He decided to shoot Eliana one.

To Eliana
Feeling good or grrreat this early in the morning am I right. J/k It’s like I was just born from a womb.

Fufufu. Benny could savor the typical villain habits. Something like ominous chortling or bridging his fingers. He considered briefly whether he had spent enough time subliminally influencing Terrence to become more evil.”Terrence did you already sprint out of here? Next time you’re doing squats or whatever the hell you do you should think about the moment all electronic funds and debt are erased. I know, it invigorates me too bro.” Benny hoped he wasn’t talking to the vacuum in space that was usually left behind when Terrence decided to go somewhere new.

Mayweather had treated Benny well thus far. After the fire he was expecting chaos, and there was some. The school was small enough that everyone’s problems were on a loudspeaker. He didn’t put up any spectacular fuss yet though. Benny wanted to abide the contract between Mayweather and Delphina, that here they were all students and at peace for now. Speaking of peace, here was his favorite buddy to blast off rounds with in order to disturb the tranquility of the forest, texting him to get his ass in gear. Benny was pleased to get in touch with Carmen. He felt as though them practicing marksmanship was the perfect cocktail of illegal things to be doing, and all the better for their skills. He liked Carmen’s spitfire attitude as well, and she had a great danger sense. She seemed to be the most careful person he had ever met. Her time spent amongst gangsters and in jail made her much more chiseled than your average heroine, and oh so entertaining.

To Carmen
I’m on the way smartass don’t think you can have the whole shitty hill to yourself.

Now that Benny knew Carmen wasn’t going to skid away in that mildly erotic Black Mustang of hers he would hurry it up. He hated the days where all he could find of her was skid marks in the parking lot. It reminded him too much of Terrence, that fleet footed bastard. ”Hey Terrence if you aren’t awake yet now I command you to TRY NOT TO picture me conjuring a bit and bridle and riding you in a race against Carmen’s car. You know we would beat her.” Benny flew out the door and on toward Carmen’s car, hoping that his roomie had been around to suffer the degradation he had laid upon him. He spotted the black Mustang and first climbed on and hugged the roof, until he heard knocks of protest and cursing coming from inside. Then he opened the passenger door and climbed in, through with wasting time. Carmen had stewed long enough and they both needed to shoot a pleasing variety of targets. ”Let’s rock, partner.” Were the first words Benny uttered to her as he donned a pair of cop sunglasses from his sleeve.

Divided We Stand

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Anytime. :) We all had to be the new kid on the block at least once in our lives.

@HushedWhispers

I honestly feel like every day I'm on a new block. : p

Divided We Stand

@AbandonedIntel Ahahaha I have just read your post. That was so good I freaking love Carmen's style. Benny will be there shortly, to call her assbutt. Or something equally un-creative.

Divided We Stand

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Trust me. There will be. :)

@HushedWhispers

I now expect the most dramatic RP I can possibly imagine. Mind control and love triangles? I don't even know what to expect to make it so but I trust.

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

@Ambra ARAM BECAUSE POROS ARE LITERALLY THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD,

@Kaalee

I think you might be right! They have the perfect floppy tongues. xD
I made my first post for Ar now.

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Ar Rathmore

(At the table near the King. Prospering in the open sunlight and air.)

Ar looked forward to seeing the showing of each house at the tourney. He watched eagerly from his own seat at the table of the King’s honored guests, gazing upon the armors tailored made by the hands of dozens of different competing blacksmiths. Competition was at the essence of the day. He liked to see that too, people striving to overtake each other. “I hope the Northmen weren’t eaten by bears in a blizzard before they could mount their horses to ride here, but it would be typical of them.” He laughed uproariously as he was known to at a gathering. The lion of a Spymaster had his claws entirely sheathed and was in a gay mood. Tunics were acceptable losses as a lesser born lord frowned at a growing red stain near his neck. Ar loved the sun striking the Windkeep, baking the old stone and helping each person in attendance sweat away their troubles whether they happened to be physically exerting themselves or not. "I'm glad to be among the fortunate few in linens on a day set to roast us like this one."

The red stain called Ar’s thoughts momentarily back with a strong flavor of deja vu. The morning of the tourney he and his wife had woken to find their daughter distraught, since she had had her first blood spill onto the sheets during the night. He shared his eyes with his lady Rathmore now at the table, and took her hand firmly, taking her elbow closer to his own. He wanted to share his confidence with her that both of their children would be all right no matter the changes to come to them.

Divided We Stand

There are six mind manipulators...Hrmph. Now I feel compelled to change my guy's abilities.

@FacePunch

Haha addendum to several characters "Minor - Really abnormally strong willed. GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU FREAKS>" : p