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In A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


As the day went by Blue was lounging on a few crates in an alley, munching casually on an apple. Despite this being the day of initiation into the guild he was in no rush. Instead he would just sit back and watch people go by on their merry way while taking the time for lunch. What better way to spend his time? Occasionally he got the glimpse of a chipper young Pokemon skipping of two steps at a time. He would wonder if they too were going to sign up. Though seeing them move like that he wondered if he should really sign up. He clearly wasn't planning on joining with the same enthusiasm and frankly it was only to sate some of his curiosity.

"So you are really going then?" it was Blue's good friend Dash, a Galarian Zigzagoon. "You gonna just go and be a goody two shoes scout like the rest of them? I don't see it personally, we got all we need right here." Blue had actually sat up to response. Despite little phasing him a good deal of the time, he did this out of respect to his friend. "As a matter of fact, I am. There's one thing that's missing around here and that is respect from people like them." He pointed out toward the busy street. "Plus, you know, I can always just write it off as a bit of a laugh and head back here. And who said anything about being a goody two shoes?" Blue gave off a devilish smile, one that Dash picked up on a returned in kind. "Anyway that's my apple done, I better head off." He threw it into the bin from a distance and started his walk onto the main street.

When he arrived at the guild he shuffled into group with the other new recruits, but he didn't say a word. He looked around at everyone's excited and happy expressions and it only increased his look of boredom and indifference. But he walked all the way here, it was worth seeing what the overly giddy Sylveon had to say.
In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




David put a great deal more into every blow into the bag after the meeting. Just what were they asking of him? They say the person and place and send him in to kill like a dog? Was he just supposed to lay his life on the line for on the request of someone he only met recently? Was his dad right and the covens beliefs? Were those true beliefs rearing their ugly head now that he had been drawn in? David wasn't just angry, he was frustrated and confused about it all. But the worst part is that he couldn't write their choice off as all bad. Vampires are similar to humans, but they also are a life threatening danger to the people around them. Only the coven could really stop it, and that was the worst part, they were in the right. But the feelings still remained, and with no one to let it out on that deserved it, it was best to let it out on the bag. Just like many other times.

David would hunt down these vampires, that was a promise to himself. But he wasn't doing it for the coven. He was doing it for the lives that would be lost without action. Maybe he could bottle up some of the aggression to make sure he would follow through on that promise.

Either way, at the end of the workout he was far too tired to dwell on it too much. He strolled back to the coven house, toweling himself down. He went inside to do all the 'I have just worked out and now I need to do other things for the day' routine. He then quickly packed his duffel bag with enough clothes to last and chucked in the toiletries bag. The whole thing took about a half hour in total, a very fast time. But this was less because of efficiency and more because of lack of things to really pack. He was back outside in no time with a black jacket, white shirt, jeans, and sneakers on. He strode in a much more upbeat and happy tone than what could be seen earlier from him. He chucked his duffel bag in the back and... holy s*** was he taken aback by what he saw.

"Bloody hell mate, you witches are crazy. How many weapons to do have back here?" He said jokingly "look if I get pulled over you're all gonna split the fine right? Or pay the bail, probably paying bail." He laughed it off as he begun to get out the tarp and drape it over the new armory that resided in the back of his car. He wasn't actually worried about getting pulled over, David wasn't much of a speeder. Plus he could make the whole thing look inconspicuous once he had a cover over it. Frankly, it just looked like a pile of gardeners tools now. Though the main reason for telling the joke in the first place was just to get his mind, or at least his outer expression, off the turmoil it was in before.

Although, as he was tying down the tarp he had a look at all the weapons. They were bringing all this into the fight and what did he have? Nothing, that's what. Could he really just relying on fighting skill alone? Probably not. It was at least checking out the armory everyone was talking about before heading out.

David could separate the armory into three sections. There were the guns, who David had no idea on how to use and frankly didn't seem like a good idea to learn under life or death circumstances. There were the talismans and 'wacky witch s***', which David had even less of an idea of how to use if they did much at all. He wasn't going to rely on those. Lastly there was the section that teleported him back to the middle ages, the place was stocked with maces, swords, and whatever else you could think of. But frankly that did not seem appealing either. There had to be something David could use to get the bloodsuckers running. Then an idea popped into his head. He left the armory about 5 minutes after he entered and went over to the gardeners shed. David quickly came out with the chainsaw and a bit of fuel. He forgot what movie it was that he saw, but if he could make the vamps into mash they didn't have much chance to coming back before the sun came up.

On returning, David chucked his selected weapon in the back. Of course, he wouldn't plan to use it willy nilly but he had to do something about the vampire regeneration. Best to use a tool that can make it next to impossible. "Right, lets get this show on the road aye. I am keen for a road trip after being cooped up in this place the past few days." He pointed behind him with his thumb toward the coven house with, again, a positive expression on his face.



Talks to group 1
In A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




David had enjoyed the days after the initiation. Although the ghost party didn't go through quite yet, he did have a good night on the sauce that first night. He remembered waking up a few metres into the forest from the clearing, beats some dingy urban rat hole any day though. He had made some good friends (namely Kate and Caleb) and his exercise routine was well under way. Things were looking up, well, except for one thing. The Sisters were still looking down on him, just cause he didn't have a huge grasp on magic yet. Not that he was putting much effort into it, but he would be damned if he would give the Sisters the satisfaction on asking them.

David ending up offering a trade to Caleb, he wasn't comfortable with asking someone for something and offering nothing in return. It was a simple trade, David would procure for Caleb a fake id of his own and in return Caleb would help him with magic. The other condition is that the magic tutoring would be on the down low. He didn't mind the others knowing about it. But if the Sisters caught wind of it, David would be pissed.

That trade was made yesterday and it was scheduled to start in the afternoon of this particular morning. David rose up at a reasonable time, same time as yesterday and the day before. His sleep schedule was settling in quite nice. He went down stairs and out the front at a brisk pace in his exercise gear.

Upon exiting the front door, he saw a familiar blue jay sitting at the edge of the bird bath. Again, much like the days before, it was not drinking even though the bowl was full. He had first met this bird in the forest near where he woke up that first night. It couldn't fly so David just looked after it for a few hours, then it seemed better after a while and flew away. But now it seems the bird has a strange affinity toward David, he was seeing it pop up all around the place. Something told him it was the same bird every time, and he couldn't help but smile when seeing it again. David looked around to make sure no one was watching, then poured a bit of his water bottle into the bowl. The bird drank up and he gave it a short and gentle pat on the head before continuing on.

David was lucky to be able to set up his punching bag, even if it had to be moved well out of the way of the coven house. In stark contrast to how he was with the bird, the bag was taking a world of punishment. But he was interrupted by Sister Lark ordering him to report to Sister Deborah's office for an assignment. He had expected to be issued work at some point with in the following days. But he wished it could have been given half an hour later, he had just built up a light sweat. Nevertheless David toweled himself down and jogged back to the house.



David was the latest to arrive to the meeting. He was likely called in last because of how far out he was. Luckily it didn't look like people were waiting too long. He stood leaning against the doorway to Deborah's office, paying half attention. Hunting vampires, the concept of it put David off a bit. Not because he was afraid or anything, but because the nature of the job involved killing. David ended up coming to this place because he just about almost killed someone back in Melbourne, now the coven were asking him and the others to murder multiple people. They were technically vampires, but the two didn't have a huge difference in David's mind. He would do it, especially if they are a risk to people. But it still left him feeling uneasy and David tried not to show it. Fortunately, his position well in the back meant he didn't have to be good a it.

"Chester Thompson" and he returned back to regular David just like that. That shit really got his back up, but he wasn't going to make a fuss about it here. At least it helped get his expression back to normal.

After the presentation, David gathered with the group. "Yeah, I'll be taking my pick up truck. I should be able to have 1 other person, 2 if we squeeze a bit. The back should be able to take everyone's extra gear." He turned around to leave the room. "Anyway, I was in the middle of something. So just chuck all your weapons and stuff in the back. I'll get a tarp over it and tie it down a bit later on." David had initially thought to ask Caleb if he needed a lift. But hearing Calypso offer first, David wasn't going to contest. It would take an idiot to not notice that Calypso liked him, and David wasn't going about to get in the way of that, even if by accident.



David exited the room and the coven house, quickly returning to his exercise. He would begin packing about a half hour later when he was done. Someone who pays attention to his actions would know he is not handling the situation with the seriousness it deserves, considering he is delaying any personal prep for the assignment ahead. But David was also using the exercise time to think over those uneasy feelings early. Maybe help settle them a bit. He could only hope.



Talks to group 1
In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




In the few days after the initiation, Rowan had kept the status quo of her work in the alchemy lab. Regretfully, she had not gotten to talk much to her roommates which was entirely her fault. She just didn't have much courage when it came to people as imposing as that. But that wasn't to say she hadn't made some friends, her first lesson in the dark arts had gone well with Cassandra. Fortunately it was all theory, Rowan didn't like the idea of hands on practice when it came to the dark arts. She also met some great people in the lab. Of course, she knew Kate and Iris well but she also got to know Hana and Maggie. Maggie had even helped to patch up Rowan's hand after a nasty spill in the lab. The spill was Rowan's fault as well, she had been trying more dangerous and risky concoctions than she or someone of her skill level normally would. What could she say, she was surrounded by equally talented witches, the spark of competition and the need to prove herself were both in full force.

On a side note, Rowan also is starting to suspect Iris is stealing out of her garden box. While Rowan doesn't mind people taking from it, she would like them to ask. Not because of politeness or anything, that was a far second to the potential danger her ingredients could do if used unknowingly.

This particular morning Rowan had gotten up early again. She was able to finish her breakfast, showered, and all the other morning routines to make her ready and presentable for the day. As if by clockwork, she returned to the alchemy lab and had just ignited the Bunsen burner for her next project. But she was interrupted by Sister Lark who was calling everyone to Sister Deborah's office. Their first assignment, how exciting.



Rowan was the first in the room, she saw two empty seats but assumed they would be for some of the other Sisters. So she simply stood to the side, trying not to lean on the bookshelf. She would later be proven wrong as she saw a couple of her fellow witches take those seats, Rowan felt silly about the whole thing.

Rowan listened to Sister Deborah detail the assignment. But the second she mentioned taking out vampires, Rowan's mind delved into thought. Much like the times before, she just kind of zoned out from the world around her. She was in her own mind at that moment. 'Vampires? That seems a bit extreme for us, we have only been recently linked to the wellspring. They couldn't seriously be suggesting this, a few of us might end up getting get linked to the afterlife. But maybe this is a test? Maybe they know we are more capable than normal, this could be my chance to shine.' All of a sudden Rowan was reminded of a brew from one of her grandmother's more closely guarded books. 'Yeah yeah, that would be perfect.'

“You should all be gone by 2:00" Rowan was thrust back to reality with those words. 2:00, that her almost zero extra time to brew the potion up. She looked around and saw others already forming groups. There were groups!? Rowan took file 2 and had a look over, learning the groups. She looked up and smiled to both Kate and Maggie. Rowan was happy that they were in her team. She handed the file over to someone else in the group, then spoke to Kate. "Hey, uh, sorry everyone I need to go into the lab real quick. Unfortunately time is of the essence, I'll be back as soon as I can." She said this all in a hurried tone before rushing down stairs to her room. She took a pair of sunglasses out of her bag then begun writing up a paper sign. Rowan then rushed further down to the alchemy lab, slapping the paper sign on the door as she entered.

"Wear sunglasses in the lab today"
"Please :)"




Bottled sunlight. That is what it is called. While not literally as bright as the sun, it is jammed packed with all the parts that vampires hate. A good blast on a vamp will just about kill them immediately. It was one of Elizabeth Moore's more closely guarded recipes for a reason. One does not ask the method in which this potion was discovered and perfected, even if they were just vampires. This was an incredibly difficult potion to make, it would be a challenge, but this would finally prove her as a worthy heir of her grandmother.

While Rowan is making the potion, occasional pulses of bright yellow light can be seen in the hallway coming out from under the door.





Talks to: Kate @sassy1085 specifically, but Group 2 at large
In 《 H. E. R. O. 》 → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




His plot had not gone as he had expected at all. In the snap of a moment the tide turned and The Bullet was under the threat of drowning. Had she seen through Starbright's plot to have her lower her guard? Had she planned to do this from the get go? It would explain how she conjured the water so quickly this high up from sea level.

Starbright's heart rate was going up, this was one of the few times he felt genuine anger. What he said was true, EAGLES was over. They are done. It was only a matter of time before the world came crashing in on them for public murders, whether fake or not, and they would see justice for the countless crimes that went unseen. There was little hope for someone like Sea Serpent in Starbright's mind. He expected her to have some sense of self preservation and take his offer. Instead she took it as an opportunity, to try taking another life. Someone who had done no wrong at that. It took all of Starbright's effort to not show that anger. But showing anger meant he had lost control, and losing control over the situation means that both himself and Chad were dead. It is only by raw ability he kept the regular Starbright facade.

"The Great Starbright, huh?” Sea Serpent said, gesturing with her hand. The Breathing Bubble, with a drowning Chad in tow, moved towards the edge of the helipad. Chad was now floating, suspended in a bubble of water, thousands of yards over the rough sea. ”What’s the Great Starbright going to do to save his protege? Leave him to drown or fall to his demise? Cry like a little girl? Beg to save his sidekick? Or, most likely, would it be to secure mercy for yourself at the expense of your little friend?” Sea Serpent smiled cruelly. ”Choose wisely, you so-called ‘celebrity.’”

"I am a celebrity thank you." Starbright stated calmly with no sign of the recent events having an effect on him. "Unlike you and the other losers that work at this place, I actually have an interest in having people like me. Though I'm shocked at you refusing my offer, I guess this means we will have to fight. Though I will say, if you don't put him down and focus you're attention on me and me alone. You will lose." Starbright looked her dead in the eyes, his expression dropped any sense of playfulness he initially had. Was it a bluff? That would be for Sea Serpent to choose. "Instead of taking some way to save yourself, you instead try to continue killing. You are the lowest scum imaginable and I'll have you rotting away in Coldwater before the day is over." He couldn't hold back the anger after all, but at least it was composed.

"Now, make up your mind. I have a meeting with Seraph after this."



@Duoya@Hitman
In A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I found it really hard to pick a Pokemon. I ended up picking Croagunk because I thought I could make a cool backstory out of it. In the games, both normal and mystery dungeon, poison types are the main low level villain Pokemon. So I thought it could be cool playing up on that assumption, Croagunk is a cool poison type.
In A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I think you forgot me on those mentions, but I will be making an application if thats all goods
In 《 H. E. R. O. 》 → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




The city was practically burning down. Riots everywhere, EAGLES and ex-HERO agents going at it, and all Midas had to do was sit back and take advantage of it all. Right now he was in a place that was just about quiet when it comes to crime and civil war, Kingsdale. It was almost as if the sheer amount of money here guarded everything from bad happenings. It made Midas just about want to puke. But he had to be here today, he was treating someone very special to a meal.

About two months ago, a rising star in the fighting pits came for the king himself. Always ready for the next fight Midas accepted. It was a great fight, one of the closest Midas has had in years. But unfortunately it ended with him putting her in hospital. Out of respect, Midas paid for the hospital bill and invited her to come to the Harrington Road restaurant to offer a spot in the gang. He was happy to hear it was accepted.

Despite not wearing his costume and instead wearing a very high price suit and fur coat, Midas was still very recognizable. This drew some looks from civilians in the restaurant but they were quickly returned when he looked in their direction. That sort of thing never really bothered him, still he found it funny how long they stare for. In Brookside, people knew better than to stare like that at anyone for too long. Did they have no sense of danger? How could someone hold this much money with so little sense of self preservation? In Midas' mind, they were like children. Still oblivious to the way of the world. It was a lesson Midas would love to teach if he wasn't already busy.

The fighters stage name was Spectre, although he had yet to get her full name. Both that and the matter of her placement into the gang would be discussed over lunch.



Half an hour into the meeting a Bruiser wearing full colors burst into the restaurant. Asking to see Midas urgently. "Oh for fucks sake, its alright hes with me." Letting the waiter know everything was alright, but he went quick to scold his lackey. "What are you thinking, wearing colors in a place like this. This better be worth my time."

It was worth his time. The Bruiser had shown Midas a video of the shoot out in Brookside. Seeing it be interrupted by Windsong, although Midas had no clue on the heroes name. "Iron George again then? And who the hell is this guy? No affiliations? Not EAGLES or ex HERO? Alright, good work bringing this to me. Now scram."

Spectre spoke up "I like the kids style, he could have been good in the ring. Its a shame your boys tried to give him a beat down." "Its a damn shame to let an asset like that just slip through my fingers. You know, I just about grew up with Iron George, he was with me since day one. But I can't have him doing this anymore, not with the way the Bruisers are going. George is a fighter without a brain, hes loyal and honest but he is without a brain nonetheless. I can't have that anymore. Where we are going, a fighter without a brain will only end washed up on the Watervale shore.

"You'll be taking over Iron George's position. Don't bother going after the kid or anything. I know George will want to hunt him down, but exercise caution. Get some info on the kid, see if he is anyone we need to worry about. If an example needs to be made, an example can be made. But that is up to you to decide. Don't disappoint me on this."


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