LeeRoy

THE UNDYING CRUSADE [Dark Fantasy]

I declare interest.

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

The gun opposing him barked its response and punched holes in him as he rose, these were real bullets. Carrying force and weight, and they broke the glass that supported his arm and which held him upright in the window. Shin fell backwards as the response still poked holes through him, he'd immediately lost count of how many rounds had filled him.

Slowed perception of time is a real bitch, as he felt the bullets breaking his bones inside his body. He felt everything as they passed through and lodged deep inside. His left arm still tried to raise itself and fire one more shot, but it went high and through the roof. His aim ruined by falling backwards, it caused a rain of splinters to fall on him as he too fell.

The sound of breaking glass and a man falling onto wood and glass filled the room as Shin fell backwards, blood pouring from his wounds. The room was fading slowly to black and he'd lost feeling from the hips down, he groaned as he tried to right himself for the last time. It was pointless as he fell backwards immediately, more crunching of glass was all he heard before he lost vision. "God. . ."He closed his single eye and raised his hand to cover the missing one. "Damn." Was the last word that left his mouth before consciousness slipped.

Arena Chat Thread

Giants.

Should they be mountainous or only twice the size of a human?

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

The sound of footsteps on wood, the faint tinkle of spurs, and the pathetic whimpering of a man who was probably about to die. The moment was soon, the time of falling. Where either man could kill the other, a single moment between them.

Jonah spoke. "You good an' dead there par'ner?" Shin's mask had loosened from his wound, the skin that held the strap tight had flaked off from its own weight.

Now or never.

Jerking forward, eye wild with fire. Shin's arm extended, his left arm, the arm that carried his deathly tool. "Not quite!" He screamed, his mask flew off to the side as he jerked forward. Revealing the damage done to his face, both previously and currently.

His finger tensed viciously and he unleashed a volley of shots, losing count as he whipped the gun up. Several shots lined with his target's body. One along the fingers holding the Mistress, a couple up his arm, and a few across his chest. With his salvo unleashed, it was now or never. If he didn't get him now, he wouldn't get him ever.

A Clash Of Steel, Battle in the Courtyard

@Doc Doctor
I have not forgotten.

If you're willing, we can wrap this fight up so I'm not just leaving you hanging eternally.

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

That was probably not exactly what he was expecting, to be quite frank. The bullet should have bounced off of his mask, most bullets do. High powered rounds being the exception, but he's generally too close for that to matter in most cases. It was not in fact the case here, where the bullet shot clean through his mask and punched a hole in his face.

Not quite the hole he was expecting, as he had enough time to think about the mistake that he'd made and was pretty much prepared to die for that bullet. When it struck his face he was knocked backwards, either from the punch of the bullet or from reflex. Shin's weight slammed into the wall behind him, and his upper body was pushed through a window. His right arm passed through and his left caught on the edge. Glass cut dangerously through his clothes along his sides and back, blood seeped from them almost immediately.

Even with his high pain tolerance he was half tempted to scream, but he had an idea. Taking the bullet to the face might be a good thing, despite all arguments to the contrary. For now, Shin held himself almost perfectly still, not even breathing. Fortunately for the assassin, his face was inside the building, and the tears of agony that were streaming up his face could drip out of sight.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Have you ever felt that utterly cosmic boredom of sitting on a bus? No? Oh jeez, it’s so hard to explain. You can bring whatever book, music player, laptop, or gaming device you like. No matter what you bring, however, you’ll still wind up with a complete lack of things to do. Humans aren’t meant to sit down for long periods of time, and it drives you insane when you can’t distract yourself from the static position.

Arthur, however, doesn’t play games or use mobile phones for much beyond phone calls. He’s a man in his late fifties so he’s not much moved on with the times, of course he’s not much for games.

Why is this important?

He forgot to bring a book in his carry on, and let me tell you something about having absolutely nothing to do. It’s killer on your psyche. We join Arthur about halfway through his journey, we’ll see just how much frustration this boredom can bring.

The ticker-thump of the tires on the bumpy road was the only noise accompanying the detective in his time of need, it was midday and honestly kind of hot on the bus. Though he was sitting beneath a vent, he was just sweating uncontrollably. Without any body hair, this was further discomforting for reasons that should be quite obvious. If he still had any semblance of a religious belief, he would have begun praying as he sat there, trying to get as much of that relieving cool air on his face as possible. [color=f7941d]“Sweet release, save me from this uncomfortable heat.”[color] He mumbled grumpily, staring at the three slits that provided the slightest relief. It was like the face of some cartoon robot that just had the most mocking and infuriating face, it would have made him angrier and angrier if it weren’t providing comfort.

Hours upon hours of this crushing and depressing boredom and two stopovers where a child came aboard and ruined the silence by screaming and hollering before them and their parentage were kicked from the bus for disrupting the other customers. To which a collective sigh of relief was breathed by the patronage of the Greyhound bus, Arthur’s own sigh was particularly loud.

The next few days were much the same as the above, and he damn near broke down in tears when he finally arrived at his destination of Lost Haven. Unloading his own bags and booking it in borderline full sprint to the nearest hotel. Bags tucked under his arms, breathing heavy and sweat pouring down his perfect face he reached the counter and threw a handful of bills to the woman behind it. ”I’ll pay for three weeks up front, what rooms are open?”

You would be surprised at how little people actually care about others, without looking up from her fingernails she tossed him a key with the room number of 212. “Third Floor.” She said noncommittally, blowing some of that fingernail dust off the back of her hand. Nodding and taking his key, Might traveled up the stairs for about five or six minutes. What’s a few minutes after a week or so of absolutely deadass boredom?

The moment the door was locked behind him, Arthur flopped face first onto the mattress and passed the hell out.

It was another several hours before he came to and tossed himself naked into the shower, the refreshing heat of the water running down his body was relaxing, washing the stale sweat from the ride over off him. Felt almost as though he were washing away the experience, as the bath went on and his muscles relaxed from the stress tension.

Today he would gather himself, relax, and prepare. Tomorrow, he would begin work.

Rapidly evolving underwater elite bioconstructs uncovering clues to their own origins as they infiltrate bizarre dungeons for an unknown master.

@Antarctic Termite
Well I'm PARTICULARLY interested if this is going tabletop. I've been looking for one that actually piques my interest, if you link me to the Tabletop Interest check I'll comment there to show other people that someone else is also interested.

Rapidly evolving underwater elite bioconstructs uncovering clues to their own origins as they infiltrate bizarre dungeons for an unknown master.

@Antarctic Termite
I am fascinated, maybe if this roleplay is Casual, Tabletop or Advanced I'll throw in my hat. I'll watch this roleplay either way.

WAR ENSEMBLE (ImportantNobody & Doc Doctor Vs. LeeRoy & Divinity)

@ImportantNobody
I am still here, always watching.