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Nor should you have.
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Nor should you have.
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They're in the walls!
Explains the smell.
I think it's time to formally close the doors on PRCU. While this has been a great RP to both develop and run, I believe it has come to an end and in no small part due to my own contributions, or lack therefore of. Someday I'll likely pick up the lore and try again with experiences learned here but until that time thank you all for a great roleplay and each of your contributions. I'm sure our paths will cross again somewhere on the Guild.
I'll be deleting the Discord Server and closing the lore docs to the public. Thank you again and best of luck with your future roleplay endeavours.
I'll be deleting the Discord Server and closing the lore docs to the public. Thank you again and best of luck with your future roleplay endeavours.
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Kinky. I love how he went from being on the defensive to a completely lowered guard once he smelt that.
Yes and no, I kind of treat Link and 'The Wolf' as separate personas. So the Wolf being intrigued doesn't necessarily mean that Link is sold or relaxed as the case may be.
Edit: I approach Link as having some of the best traits of both Hulk and Wolverine with a very healthy dose of Bigby Wolf.
I still have to figure out where Cece went.
Edit: Somehow, I could see Cece being akin to Flashpoint Cyborg or Booster Gold and being a high profile celebrity superhero now, still unfortunately with someone else pulling her strings. Strong, content public face, but more alone and miserable than ever when the cameras are off.
Edit: Somehow, I could see Cece being akin to Flashpoint Cyborg or Booster Gold and being a high profile celebrity superhero now, still unfortunately with someone else pulling her strings. Strong, content public face, but more alone and miserable than ever when the cameras are off.
Location: Edge Towers, - Seattle, WA
Episode #1: New Beginnings
Interaction(s): @Hound55 - Redmond Morrow, @King Kindred - Kalianne Wintergreen, @spicykvnt - Eilidh Vass
Post #1.02: Pissing Contest
"Who are you?!" A man exclaimed, bursting into the kitchen, an expression plastered on his face that Link could only assume belonged to feelings of constipation. The smell of sweat was the first odour that wafted over the werewolf. It was followed by the distinct smell of eggs, bacon grease and a scent that Link could only describe as suet.
The Wolf watched the tall figure closely, its claws poking beneath Link's fingertips, aching for a proper fight as the newcomer's keen eyes quickly darted back and forth between the friendly giant and the girl with the teacup.
Telepath.
Link inwardly growled. He recognized the man's look as the newcomer exchanged glances with the woman. Considering the woman before him was clearly blind, that knowing look and sense of calm could only mean she was operating with a sense Link himself didn't have. And given the pause it had produced in the large man, Lincoln could only extrapolate that meant they were communicating non-verbally. The only piece of the puzzle that Link didn't have was which one was the telepath. It'd be easy to assume the woman; such an ability made sense to combat her visual impairment. But appearances were often deceiving, and perhaps the vanilla gorilla positioned defensively was in fact the telepath with a gym complex.
"And what do you want here?"
Faster than the more muscular man could respond, the Wolf could have its claws around his neck. One swift movement would be all it would take to remove his jugular. A familiar red haze set over Link's eyes as he fought the hackles slowly rising on the back of his neck. He wasn't used to being confronted so brazenly, let alone by someone of a larger stature. But the male positing to protect the one who introduced herself as Eilidh was still nearly a head taller than Lincoln himself. The Wolf didn't like that.
Not one bit.
"Aye, we're still the Young Justice. I'm Eilidh - this is Red... Don't get many folk 'round here these days." The woman with the teacup answered, her tone indicating she was hoping to break the brewing tension.
With the arrival of another, the entire situation changed, however. Entering the room was an opposing door Link's attention was immediately drawn to the younger woman. Noting the knife in her hand and the distinct lack of silver's signature scent, Link couldn't help but allow a small smirk to crawl to the edge of his mouth at the ineffective weapon. The woman was clearly drained, but something about her gave Link the impression that a fight would be rejuvenating. She smelled not of flowers or sweets but of blood, salt and gun powder. To the Wolf, that was practically an aphrodisiac.
"Who's this?"
Stepping back from Red, Link composed himself, steeling his expression before turning towards the woman and politely extending a courteous hand.
"Lincoln Thrope," He stated, introducing himself. "I was just telling Eilidh that a man named Carter Hall had recently directed me to this tower. I'm a member of the Titans Academy in Midway City." Link's voice trailed off for a second.
"Or rather, was." He let out a reluctant sigh before continuing. "I've been framed for murder. I have no allies left. Carter told me that 'Young Justice' would be my best bet." Link paused again, looking directly at Kali before levelling his gaze around the room towards Eilidh briefly and then squarely at Red.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I came to you all for help." He managed to spit out finally.
"Young Justice is my last hope."
The Wolf watched the tall figure closely, its claws poking beneath Link's fingertips, aching for a proper fight as the newcomer's keen eyes quickly darted back and forth between the friendly giant and the girl with the teacup.
Telepath.
Link inwardly growled. He recognized the man's look as the newcomer exchanged glances with the woman. Considering the woman before him was clearly blind, that knowing look and sense of calm could only mean she was operating with a sense Link himself didn't have. And given the pause it had produced in the large man, Lincoln could only extrapolate that meant they were communicating non-verbally. The only piece of the puzzle that Link didn't have was which one was the telepath. It'd be easy to assume the woman; such an ability made sense to combat her visual impairment. But appearances were often deceiving, and perhaps the vanilla gorilla positioned defensively was in fact the telepath with a gym complex.
"And what do you want here?"
Faster than the more muscular man could respond, the Wolf could have its claws around his neck. One swift movement would be all it would take to remove his jugular. A familiar red haze set over Link's eyes as he fought the hackles slowly rising on the back of his neck. He wasn't used to being confronted so brazenly, let alone by someone of a larger stature. But the male positing to protect the one who introduced herself as Eilidh was still nearly a head taller than Lincoln himself. The Wolf didn't like that.
Not one bit.
"Aye, we're still the Young Justice. I'm Eilidh - this is Red... Don't get many folk 'round here these days." The woman with the teacup answered, her tone indicating she was hoping to break the brewing tension.
With the arrival of another, the entire situation changed, however. Entering the room was an opposing door Link's attention was immediately drawn to the younger woman. Noting the knife in her hand and the distinct lack of silver's signature scent, Link couldn't help but allow a small smirk to crawl to the edge of his mouth at the ineffective weapon. The woman was clearly drained, but something about her gave Link the impression that a fight would be rejuvenating. She smelled not of flowers or sweets but of blood, salt and gun powder. To the Wolf, that was practically an aphrodisiac.
"Who's this?"
Stepping back from Red, Link composed himself, steeling his expression before turning towards the woman and politely extending a courteous hand.
"Lincoln Thrope," He stated, introducing himself. "I was just telling Eilidh that a man named Carter Hall had recently directed me to this tower. I'm a member of the Titans Academy in Midway City." Link's voice trailed off for a second.
"Or rather, was." He let out a reluctant sigh before continuing. "I've been framed for murder. I have no allies left. Carter told me that 'Young Justice' would be my best bet." Link paused again, looking directly at Kali before levelling his gaze around the room towards Eilidh briefly and then squarely at Red.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I came to you all for help." He managed to spit out finally.
"Young Justice is my last hope."
Alright, working through a post today. Hoping to have something up by this evening.
Location: Edge Towers, - Seattle, WA
Episode #1: New Beginnings
Interaction(s): @Hound55 - Redmond Morrow, @King Kindred - Kalianne Wintergreen, @spicykvnt - Eilidh Vass
Post #1.02: Pissing Contest
"Who are you?!" A man exclaimed, bursting into the kitchen, an expression plastered on his face that Link could only assume belonged to feelings of constipation. The smell of sweat was the first odour that wafted over the werewolf. It was followed by the distinct smell of eggs, bacon grease and a scent that Link could only describe as suet.
The Wolf watched the tall figure closely, its claws poking beneath Link's fingertips, aching for a proper fight as the newcomer's keen eyes quickly darted back and forth between the friendly giant and the girl with the teacup.
Telepath.
Link inwardly growled. He recognized the man's look as the newcomer exchanged glances with the woman. Considering the woman before him was clearly blind, that knowing look and sense of calm could only mean she was operating with a sense Link himself didn't have. And given the pause it had produced in the large man, Lincoln could only extrapolate that meant they were communicating non-verbally. The only piece of the puzzle that Link didn't have was which one was the telepath. It'd be easy to assume the woman; such an ability made sense to combat her visual impairment. But appearances were often deceiving, and perhaps the vanilla gorilla positioned defensively was in fact the telepath with a gym complex.
"And what do you want here?"
Faster than the more muscular man could respond, the Wolf could have its claws around his neck. One swift movement would be all it would take to remove his jugular. A familiar red haze set over Link's eyes as he fought the hackles slowly rising on the back of his neck. He wasn't used to being confronted so brazenly, let alone by someone of a larger stature. But the male positing to protect the one who introduced herself as Eilidh was still nearly a head taller than Lincoln himself. The Wolf didn't like that.
Not one bit.
"Aye, we're still the Young Justice. I'm Eilidh - this is Red... Don't get many folk 'round here these days." The woman with the teacup answered, her tone indicating she was hoping to break the brewing tension.
With the arrival of another, the entire situation changed, however. Entering the room was an opposing door Link's attention was immediately drawn to the younger woman. Noting the knife in her hand and the distinct lack of silver's signature scent, Link couldn't help but allow a small smirk to crawl to the edge of his mouth at the ineffective weapon. The woman was clearly drained, but something about her gave Link the impression that a fight would be rejuvenating. She smelled not of flowers or sweets but of blood, salt and gun powder. To the Wolf, that was practically an aphrodisiac.
"Who's this?"
Stepping back from Red, Link composed himself, steeling his expression before turning towards the woman and politely extending a courteous hand.
"Lincoln Thrope," He stated, introducing himself. "I was just telling Eilidh that a man named Carter Hall had recently directed me to this tower. I'm a member of the Titans Academy in Midway City." Link's voice trailed off for a second.
"Or rather, was." He let out a reluctant sigh before continuing. "I've been framed for murder. I have no allies left. Carter told me that 'Young Justice' would be my best bet." Link paused again, looking directly at Kali before levelling his gaze around the room towards Eilidh briefly and then squarely at Red.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I came to you all for help." He managed to spit out finally.
"Young Justice is my last hope."
The Wolf watched the tall figure closely, its claws poking beneath Link's fingertips, aching for a proper fight as the newcomer's keen eyes quickly darted back and forth between the friendly giant and the girl with the teacup.
Telepath.
Link inwardly growled. He recognized the man's look as the newcomer exchanged glances with the woman. Considering the woman before him was clearly blind, that knowing look and sense of calm could only mean she was operating with a sense Link himself didn't have. And given the pause it had produced in the large man, Lincoln could only extrapolate that meant they were communicating non-verbally. The only piece of the puzzle that Link didn't have was which one was the telepath. It'd be easy to assume the woman; such an ability made sense to combat her visual impairment. But appearances were often deceiving, and perhaps the vanilla gorilla positioned defensively was in fact the telepath with a gym complex.
"And what do you want here?"
Faster than the more muscular man could respond, the Wolf could have its claws around his neck. One swift movement would be all it would take to remove his jugular. A familiar red haze set over Link's eyes as he fought the hackles slowly rising on the back of his neck. He wasn't used to being confronted so brazenly, let alone by someone of a larger stature. But the male positing to protect the one who introduced herself as Eilidh was still nearly a head taller than Lincoln himself. The Wolf didn't like that.
Not one bit.
"Aye, we're still the Young Justice. I'm Eilidh - this is Red... Don't get many folk 'round here these days." The woman with the teacup answered, her tone indicating she was hoping to break the brewing tension.
With the arrival of another, the entire situation changed, however. Entering the room was an opposing door Link's attention was immediately drawn to the younger woman. Noting the knife in her hand and the distinct lack of silver's signature scent, Link couldn't help but allow a small smirk to crawl to the edge of his mouth at the ineffective weapon. The woman was clearly drained, but something about her gave Link the impression that a fight would be rejuvenating. She smelled not of flowers or sweets but of blood, salt and gun powder. To the Wolf, that was practically an aphrodisiac.
"Who's this?"
Stepping back from Red, Link composed himself, steeling his expression before turning towards the woman and politely extending a courteous hand.
"Lincoln Thrope," He stated, introducing himself. "I was just telling Eilidh that a man named Carter Hall had recently directed me to this tower. I'm a member of the Titans Academy in Midway City." Link's voice trailed off for a second.
"Or rather, was." He let out a reluctant sigh before continuing. "I've been framed for murder. I have no allies left. Carter told me that 'Young Justice' would be my best bet." Link paused again, looking directly at Kali before levelling his gaze around the room towards Eilidh briefly and then squarely at Red.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I came to you all for help." He managed to spit out finally.
"Young Justice is my last hope."
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