Leophael

Word association Game!

Homeless

the alphabet game. lol

Nephrectomize

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Geriatric, Link thought to himself, taken aback. I'm barely in my 30's. However, he saw the man in the mirror plenty of times. Link had what one might call 'City Miles'. It wasn't lost on him that he appeared a little rough around the edges. Still, though... ouch.

Amusement returned when the lightweight began sloppily shaking his fist toward him as a means of a threat. Just as Link was about to respond, he abruptly swallowed his words to behold Talia and her mesmeric display. Smooth, he thought as he watched her try to capture the attention of the gawking men. The pacifistic approach.

Link craned his head slowly to look upon the face of the drunk who still had an arm wrapped over him, despite being seemingly distracted by Talia's impressive grace. I chose the peaceful path once already today, he recalled. All that got me was a long hike and a stolen car. He took an extra beat more, just to fully decide upon his reaction. In the end, he knew what he had to do. What he was born to do. He was The Finger. Time to fucking fing.

"That reminds me," he mused out loud. "It's been a while since I've checked the oil." With that, a slow, sadistic grin crept up on his face.

In a quick, liquid motion, Link slightly dropped his shoulder and swiftly spun his arm in a windmill fashion under the armpit of his aggressor and cycled it back up until he could get a good grip of the back of the guy's scalp. Link tugged down sharply on his hair with one hand while attempting to deliver an arching punch with the other. However, his fist wasn't in a mere ball. Instead, an ever-elongating middle finger poked out and descended like an arc of lightening, aimed to pass through the guy's mouth and penetrate his gullet.

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I ain't trying to put people on a schedule or rush them but how's that post looking @Leophael?

@Searat

The things at work have bubbled over to the point that I've had to take on 3rd shift (vampire shift) the last two days in order to catch up. Typing this while I am at work now. Might be able to get off a post when I get home this morning. Otherwise this (Saturday) evening is looking safe.

Edit: Post is up. I tried to leave the strike open-ended while also illustrating intention. It's totally fine if the attack is not successful.

Sorry for the wait. We're making good strides at work this weekend and hopefully it will result in a return to normalcy next week and my schedule will return to being more manageable.

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Cool, and thanks! I'll try to get something up tomorrow. @ShadowsofNight Feel free to take lead. They've got it coming! Otherwise, I'll let loose tomorrow night.

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@ShadowsofNight Hey, thanks! It's been a very enjoyable RP to read all around. This is a great group!

EDIT: I just realized all our avatars have a mostly grayscale theme to them. Noice!

@Searat Regarding combat with NPCs - Do you want us to present an action and then wait for you to determine a result or, when it comes to nameless "henchmen" types, are we permitted to write action and result ourselves?

For instance, if I wanted to punch one of these guys, do I need to end it with "And then Link threw a punch" and wait for your next post or can I write "And then link threw a punch and broke the guy's nose"?

I assume with named bad guys (like Bucur and Facade) you would surely want result control, but wasn't sure if that was the case for cannon fodder.

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Link's fingernails were firmly implanted in the shoulders of the front-side seats as the CHAMPs mobile came to a halt. Eyes wide, looking like his life had flashed before his eyes, his stare bored into the back of Manny's head. Never again, he swore to himself. Manny's driving certainly had a style of its own.

Hurriedly, he pushed himself out of the vehicle's back door and firmly placed his feet on the concrete, taking in the glorious feeling of safety and freedom as he stretched out and attempted to chiropractically pop his neck with a few different maneuvers.

They were finally here. Time to put on their game faces. He looked to Talia and nodded, affirming that he was ready and their plan was a go. As they walked, he adjusted his earpiece to fit into his ear more comfortably and transmitted. "Let's get it started, ha! Let's get it started in herr!" he quipped, reciting a radio edit from the Black Eyed Peas.

His attempt at alleviation was cut short when the sight of his true love came into view. She was parked haphazardly and crooked in a spot toward the front. She was banged up, abused. Her paint was scratched. Link felt his eye twitch and his teeth grind. Don't worry, love, he mentally professed to the 4-wheeled object of his affection. I'm not leaving here without you.

As they ventured closer, the serpent of desperation began to come into focus. That's the only way Link could describe the queue of people wrapped around the building, all dolled up and waiting behind a velvet prison for a pass from the security overlords that would likely never come. Link looked to Talia and answered her smile with a smirk of his own before offering his elbow. The two of them continued on, foregoing the line.

"Don't look any of them in the eye," he whispered under his breath, intending to enter her earshot alone. No doubt, if she were to meet their gawking stares, she would discover faces of ire, envy, jealousy and hatred that often came when those who are struggling bear witness to those who thrive.

As they skipped the line in its entirety, they stopped at the two very burly looking men in black t-shirts who who stood on the inside of a velvet barrier, one of whom was positioned behind a podium. Atop the podium was a notebook whose contents consisted of the identities of the privileged. Within the podium were several keys organized by the valet drivers. Link took a mental note before looking at the twin meatheads.

"Name." Meathead Number 1 was all about business, no pleasantries. Link glanced at the notebook and then quickly back up to meet Gigantor's gaze. He wasn't going to be in the book.

"Uh," he stammered. His eyes widened for a moment. His mind was blank. Oh, fuck! What the hell was the password, again?! Speedo? Dong wagon? Butt floss? Oh, wait-

"Banana Hammock," he said with a forced sense of confidence.

Big Boy raised an eyebrow and looked the two up and down. The silence that permeated the air lasted for what seemed like hours. Links hands slowly curled into fists. This wasn't going to wor-

"Enjoy your evening," The Big Guy said with a newly sprouted grin as he pulled back the rope and gestured toward the club's entrance. Link let out a long sigh through his nostrils before taking a step forward, Talia still in tow.

As they stepped inside, they could feel the rhythm of the music. The bass, the vibrations, the movement of the dancers, the shrieking attempts at communication over all the sound pollution... He loved it! It felt like home.

Inasmuch as he had an urge to succumb to his social desires, he had to remind himself that they were there on business. They had a mission. He looked to Talia, pointed at her, and then swung his index finger like a lasso. His non-verbal request was meant to translate to Do you want to go look around? He then pointed at himself and then over to the bar, telegraphing his own personal destination. Finally, he pointed to Talia once more and then rolled his hand into a fist before extending out his pinky and thumb in a shaka sign, shaking it toward his mouth like a bottle - his way of asking if she wanted a drink before they split off. With a final shrug, he awaited her response. Then came the sound of Bob:

"Got eyes on the target. Count about six guards inside. All melee, no guns on them that I see. Will wait for y'all's signal." And then, "Hey... uh... the guys here are taking pills... didn't you say that dust stuff gave them superpowers?"

Fuck.

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Work has limited my availability and the projects I am already involved in are starting to feel the burn of it all. I'm afraid, for the near future, I am stretched too thin to continue with this one. I do wish the game and the players luck, though!

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@ShadowsofNightAgain, sorry for delay. It will unfortunately be a recurring element this week as work is bleeding into my weekend and will continue to dominate the majority my weekdays. I'll try to get a post in tomorrow evening.

In terms of plans, Yes, a straight forward entrance would suffice. My short term goal is for the duo to approach the club, skip the line, and toss out the password for instance access. The password is also good for drinks and amenities, should either character want some. Once inside, I would assume we'd be playing it by ear, scouting the inhabitants and building layout while keeping an eye out for the Big Bad.

In terms of specifics and details that need to be included to go from point A to point Z, I'm super flexible. Even if you wanted to enter together and then split off to cover more ground and try to spot the owner while keeping in contact over the earpieces, I'm fine with that, too. If you'd prefer to stick closer as a duo and co-op some scenes, there are several methods that would enable us to do that as well.

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As Link arrived outside, he looked at the vehicle with a dubious expression.

"I mean..." he stammered as he took in its lack of majesty. "...it's better than the bus," came the conclusion. It wasn't lost on him that he had arrived a beggar with no right to be choosy. His own car was long gone now and he had already walked plenty today.

He dutifully stepped in front of Talia and opened the front passenger door before giving a small wave of his arm accompanied by a slight bow, offering the premium seat with the maximum leg room. He would eventually take the backseat for himself.

"Your chariot, m'lady," he said facetiously with a terribly improvised English accent. As a thought suddenly occurred to him, he then shot Manny a glance. "We should definitely keep some distance before we park." His voice had switched back to a tone of seriousness. "We're going to get attention for all the wrong reasons if we get caught strutting out of this thing."