Jotunn Draugr
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STATUS: I'm so horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me. 8 yrs ago
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I'm so horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me.
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8 yrs ago
Kinkshaming other kinks is my kink, so don't kinkshame my kinkshaming kink.
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8 yrs ago
Grab life by the p***y
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Fitness? More like Fit'n'ess whole pizza in my mouth!
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ALRIGHT! THAT'S IT! WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS STOLE MY FUCKING... OH! There it is...
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Canadian English Teacher
Deep fascination with anything relating to medieval Europe, or ancient Greece
Deep fascination with anything relating to medieval Europe, or ancient Greece
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To be flushed out later, but how does it look for a start?
I'd like to expand my claim on the map a bit, to better reflect a trade empire, if that would be alright, but here's a rough idea for where it would be centered.
Ren-Guo
I'd like to expand my claim on the map a bit, to better reflect a trade empire, if that would be alright, but here's a rough idea for where it would be centered.
Ren-Guo
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May 3rd, 3:34 am, Downtown New Athens
Gunrat and her accomplice, Jiao, had been searching the area for over an hour, with no sign of their target. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Gunrat leaned against a wall and put her fingers to her right ear.
“Zhang”, she grunted.
“Yes ma'am?”, a timid voice responded.
“The damn thing got away. Any sign on police comms?”
“Just the corpses she reanimated, ma'am, and it sounds like they've all been taken care of by now.”
“Alright”, Xiu grumbled conclusively. “Guess we're heading home for the night. Tell the cops the area's clear, and they can start cleaning up.”
“Yes ma'am”.
With that, the two vigilantes made their way out of the building, and down an alley to Jiao's parked van. Hopping in, they began their drive back to HQ. Xiu crouched in the back and began undressing, checking over her body for damage. She found minor scrapes and scratches along her arms and shins, as well as a sizeable purple splotch under her left arm. With enough time, Xiu knew her ribs would heal on their own. Taking a quick look at her jacket, it was almost entirely undamaged. Clearly, most of the shock had been transferred straight into her.
“Hey Jaio.” she called to the driver
“Wei shima?” the slender Chinese man responded.
“Tell Qing to make the next jacket with thicker padding.”
“Wo hui.” he confirmed.
A few moments later, the van screeched to a halt in an inconspicuous garage, at the base of a weathered three-story building. Past the broken elevator, up the staircase to the third floor, Xiu entered the suite, brushed past Zhang with a lazy wave, and collapsed on her bed in the next room.
May 3rd, 2:17 pm
Xiu sat on the side of her bed, rag in one hand, an unloaded revolver in the other. The Ghoul had gotten blood on her gun, and she hoped to fully clean and re-oil it. As she scrubbed away, she heard Zhang shout from the other room.
“Ma'am!”
“What is it, Zhang?” she shouted back.
“We've got another hit. NABC HQ! Police comms are going wild!”
“Ghoul?” she inquired.
“No ma'am. They're not sure what this is. Reports of civilians being flung through windows. Looks like they've already called the SWAT team.”
“Tian'a!” Gunrat exlaimed. “Jiao, start the van! We're moving!”
From across the suite, Gunrat heard thumping as her driver bounded to the stairs. Putting her uniform on, holstering her pistols, and slinging her rifle across her shoulder, Xiu was out the door right behind Jiao.
Across Town
The van pulled into a junk-filled alley, just beneith a fire escape. Gunrat hopped from the roof of the van to the fire escape, and made her way up the building. Taking position at the top, across the street from the NABC building, Gunrat peered through her rifle's scope. Jiao stayed below, guarding the van, assault rifle in hand. Through the window she could see a great deal of commotion. Gunshots were going off right and left, and the lower floors were littered with bodies.
“Any word on the target?” Gunrat asked.
“Yes ma'am” Zhang responded through her earpiece. “Security footage shows blue hair, black clothes, mask covering her lower face.”
“And how is she surviving all these gunshots I'm hearing?”
“Can't confirm, ma'am, but looks like psychokinetics of some sort.”
“Well,” Gunrat whispered into her earpiece. “time to say hello.”
“Ma'am?”
Gunrat locked her sights on a sprinkler head, protruding from the building's ceiling, just barely visible from her vantage point. At once, the offices of the NABC began showering themselves with water.
“Zhang. I want you to cut the power to that building. Kill as much of the grid as you have to. I want my target to be wandering in the dark.”
“Yes ma'am.”
May 3rd, 3:34 am, Downtown New Athens
Gunrat and her accomplice, Jiao, had been searching the area for over an hour, with no sign of their target. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Gunrat leaned against a wall and put her fingers to her right ear.
“Zhang”, she grunted.
“Yes ma'am?”, a timid voice responded.
“The damn thing got away. Any sign on police comms?”
“Just the corpses she reanimated, ma'am, and it sounds like they've all been taken care of by now.”
“Alright”, Xiu grumbled conclusively. “Guess we're heading home for the night. Tell the cops the area's clear, and they can start cleaning up.”
“Yes ma'am”.
With that, the two vigilantes made their way out of the building, and down an alley to Jiao's parked van. Hopping in, they began their drive back to HQ. Xiu crouched in the back and began undressing, checking over her body for damage. She found minor scrapes and scratches along her arms and shins, as well as a sizeable purple splotch under her left arm. With enough time, Xiu knew her ribs would heal on their own. Taking a quick look at her jacket, it was almost entirely undamaged. Clearly, most of the shock had been transferred straight into her.
“Hey Jaio.” she called to the driver
“Wei shima?” the slender Chinese man responded.
“Tell Qing to make the next jacket with thicker padding.”
“Wo hui.” he confirmed.
A few moments later, the van screeched to a halt in an inconspicuous garage, at the base of a weathered three-story building. Past the broken elevator, up the staircase to the third floor, Xiu entered the suite, brushed past Zhang with a lazy wave, and collapsed on her bed in the next room.
May 3rd, 2:17 pm
Xiu sat on the side of her bed, rag in one hand, an unloaded revolver in the other. The Ghoul had gotten blood on her gun, and she hoped to fully clean and re-oil it. As she scrubbed away, she heard Zhang shout from the other room.
“Ma'am!”
“What is it, Zhang?” she shouted back.
“We've got another hit. NABC HQ! Police comms are going wild!”
“Ghoul?” she inquired.
“No ma'am. They're not sure what this is. Reports of civilians being flung through windows. Looks like they've already called the SWAT team.”
“Tian'a!” Gunrat exlaimed. “Jiao, start the van! We're moving!”
From across the suite, Gunrat heard thumping as her driver bounded to the stairs. Putting her uniform on, holstering her pistols, and slinging her rifle across her shoulder, Xiu was out the door right behind Jiao.
Across Town
The van pulled into a junk-filled alley, just beneith a fire escape. Gunrat hopped from the roof of the van to the fire escape, and made her way up the building. Taking position at the top, across the street from the NABC building, Gunrat peered through her rifle's scope. Jiao stayed below, guarding the van, assault rifle in hand. Through the window she could see a great deal of commotion. Gunshots were going off right and left, and the lower floors were littered with bodies.
“Any word on the target?” Gunrat asked.
“Yes ma'am” Zhang responded through her earpiece. “Security footage shows blue hair, black clothes, mask covering her lower face.”
“And how is she surviving all these gunshots I'm hearing?”
“Can't confirm, ma'am, but looks like psychokinetics of some sort.”
“Well,” Gunrat whispered into her earpiece. “time to say hello.”
“Ma'am?”
Gunrat locked her sights on a sprinkler head, protruding from the building's ceiling, just barely visible from her vantage point. At once, the offices of the NABC began showering themselves with water.
“Zhang. I want you to cut the power to that building. Kill as much of the grid as you have to. I want my target to be wandering in the dark.”
“Yes ma'am.”
@Jotunn Draugr
Yea.... Write in that Ghoul ran off or something. :/
Awwwww. Alright, I'll change targets, but feel free to come after Gunrat whenever you feel up to it. I'm still itching for a rematch, with plenty of firepower.
At least someone's open to the idea of healing me. @Jotunn Draugr basically said "NOPE DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM"
My guy can stitch you up just fine, as soon as we get the people threatening to kill us out of the way. Seriously, if we're in character, I see no reason why a Lordaeron knight would trust bandits under ANY circumstances.
Meanwhile, in Canada...
I've been busy lately and haven't been feeling all too well due to some things. That said, I'm really just kind of dodging things on this site so I'll try to see if I can get back to RPing tonight.
All good man. Life comes first. Just give me a heads up if you're going to be a while, so I don't have to hold my posting up, waiting for Ghoul.
Tilson rose to his feet. Thankfully, he hadn't bothered to take off the majority of his armour, save for his helm, which sat by the fire. He set his eyes upon the uninvited guests, with a ferocious stare.
"What charitable bandits you are." Stonehelm sneered, tightening his grip around his sword's hilt. "Are you going to wash our hair and polish our shoes while you rob us too?"
A bandit opened his mouth, ready to retort with an additional threat, only to have Stonehelm shout him down.
"LET ME BE CLEAR!", the grizzled knight bellowed. "We are currently on the run from a swarm of undead! They are coming this way, posthaste! Now unless you have enough bolts, enough arrows, enough knives, to dispatch a thousand bloodthirsty ghouls, I suggest you give yourselves the best chance of survival, and leave NOW!"
The bandit that had his crossbow aimed at Stonehelm prepared to shoot, planting the butt of contraption into his shoulder, and resting his finger firmly over the trigger. In response, the jaded soldier puffed his chest up, and took a striking stance, ready to draw his blade and strike at a moment's notice.
"AND BEFORE YOU CONSIDER SHOOTING THAT TOY", the raving veteran boomed, "know that I've used that model of crossbow myself, IN TRAINING, and I know that it hasn't enough draw weight to pierce my skull, let alone my armour! SO IF YOU INTEND TO SHOOT, MAKE DAMN SURE YOU DON'T MISS. BECAUSE YOU'LL ONLY GET ONE SHOT BEFORE YOUR HEAD ROLLS ON THE GROUND!!!"
Turning one last time, ready to fight but hoping that it won't be necessary, Tilson growled menacingly at the bandit that had shown compassion.
"And as for our lives, mine ended with my king. If I can drag a dozen thieves into the grave with me, my passing will be all the sweeter. If you too, wish to sacrifice your life, so that your comrades may steal the gold from your pockets... Well I just hope you've made peace with the Twisting Nether first."
"What charitable bandits you are." Stonehelm sneered, tightening his grip around his sword's hilt. "Are you going to wash our hair and polish our shoes while you rob us too?"
A bandit opened his mouth, ready to retort with an additional threat, only to have Stonehelm shout him down.
"LET ME BE CLEAR!", the grizzled knight bellowed. "We are currently on the run from a swarm of undead! They are coming this way, posthaste! Now unless you have enough bolts, enough arrows, enough knives, to dispatch a thousand bloodthirsty ghouls, I suggest you give yourselves the best chance of survival, and leave NOW!"
The bandit that had his crossbow aimed at Stonehelm prepared to shoot, planting the butt of contraption into his shoulder, and resting his finger firmly over the trigger. In response, the jaded soldier puffed his chest up, and took a striking stance, ready to draw his blade and strike at a moment's notice.
"AND BEFORE YOU CONSIDER SHOOTING THAT TOY", the raving veteran boomed, "know that I've used that model of crossbow myself, IN TRAINING, and I know that it hasn't enough draw weight to pierce my skull, let alone my armour! SO IF YOU INTEND TO SHOOT, MAKE DAMN SURE YOU DON'T MISS. BECAUSE YOU'LL ONLY GET ONE SHOT BEFORE YOUR HEAD ROLLS ON THE GROUND!!!"
Turning one last time, ready to fight but hoping that it won't be necessary, Tilson growled menacingly at the bandit that had shown compassion.
"And as for our lives, mine ended with my king. If I can drag a dozen thieves into the grave with me, my passing will be all the sweeter. If you too, wish to sacrifice your life, so that your comrades may steal the gold from your pockets... Well I just hope you've made peace with the Twisting Nether first."
@Keyguyperson@thorgili@Jotunn Draugr@Clockwork giant
While this isn't my game I took the initiative to invite people from the other thread.
If Jotunn and @Lauder agrees we might even consider this a sorts of "restart" of the Time's a Changing NRP.
Time to steal some life back into the steampunk genre, I say!
It would be nice to see a steampunk thread that doesn't die on the vine, for a chance. I'll see if I can't throw a nation sheet together, maybe using some elements from the last steampunk RP.
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