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    1. Metal Tortoise 8 yrs ago

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I like RP and RP Accessories.

Not new to RP, new to RPGuild, from canons to OC's, I like it all. I like to fight, I like to plan, I like to random, and I like people in general.

Shoot me a PM at anytime, I'm quick to respond and I like to think I'm a swell fellow when not angry.

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Steer:

{The Bird and the Mammal.}

"Fuck..."

Steer heard the words and he heard the other thing; a very distinct cry of battle. Fucking hell.

"I HOPE YOU KNOW, UNLESS YOU KILL/EAT ME I AINT GONNA DO SQUAT TO TRY TO KILL YOU!"

The words were shouted, little did they matter. Blue eyes flared as Chi was willed and directed towards them. Unnatural 'flows of energy', manipulations upon reality both unnatural and natural could be viewed with this buff and in time, Steer figured it would serve him well if things went to utter hell. Second was almost ironic in a way 'Embrace your fear', yeah, if Steer wasn't sweating up a storm he would laugh at the irony of it all...but he did allow a quivering little smirk to form on his face. If only the beast knew...

"Guh..."

The shockwaves did rattle him to the core and make him stumble a bit behind his tree (because yeah, when he heard the roar and soaring noises, yeah he ran like a motherfucker) but...he had to wonder, no, he had to think. Brow furrowed, frowning, he looked at his surroundings and he took in the image of what he saw flying before he ran. Teeth grit lightly, he nodded to himself. He had a plan. There was the distinct sound of a gun being shifted and if the beast looked he'd see the barrel and body of the gun peeking and pointing out. The distinct clap of the rifle went off as another black bullet flew through the air and attempted to hit the beast square in the…wherever. He was a big fellow and if the bullet connected? Well…Fuck all if Steer knew but it’d do something, right? That’s why the beast was so pissed at him to begin with (or so Steer thought, sadly)!

However, he wasn’t done! As soon as he shot he was off from his hiding spot and somewhere else, though not without leaving something within his wake. Chi Manipulation came into play, a gray outline began forming around his person and part of it shot off in the simplest version of a literal gray orb. Softball sized, it flew through the air in a curveball sort of fashion, seeking to bash into the beast, to what affect, he didn’t know, but if it did impact the usual sort of thing from Chi could be expected; a good amount of physical force and heat, nothing to incredible but a good impact and oomph if all went well, not a whole lot else. In the process, Steer began running from where he had flung both offenses from. Towards his left trying to keep moving and not staying in one spot. Ignorance of the creatures abilities sort of made him blind…but a black outline began forming about his normal Chi.

Fear COULD be a good weapon, after all.

@Griffintaur
As much as I am enjoying the soon to be 'this is just a shitty day' situational fight vs Griffintaur thats happening/gonna happen...I'm still open to more fights or so if anyone wants to have a go.

Also...Still would like to tag with Doc against some folks, if anyone is willing.
It's alright, I honestly wasn't 'feeling' forum posts for a few days myself. IRL>then any RP so, dont ever worry about that kinda stuff when it comes to me.
Steer:

{Black Gryphon Sway.}

"Oh well, that wo-...HOLY CRAP ZOMBIE DEAR!"

Without even thinking, Steer shouldered the gun and fired again at the rising deer. In truth, he did not suspect the creature, many if at all or any (not even mutants, outside of the legendary and rare 'Sleeping Mutants') to have such an ability of telepathy and telekenetics. The words spoken he thought were just low grumbling but audible words and the deer...well, call it a moment of stupidity, which it was, but he shot at it again. Black bullet flying, puncturing flesh muscle and bone easily, the projectile flung and threatened to hit the mighty noble beast AGAIN. Steer realized what happened and those pebbles of sweat formed and slithered down his face at a more rapid pace. Oops, that was not good and second shot literally fired. Gulping, the man tensed up immediately and the feeling about his was strangely a mix of offensive and defensive, lips forming a thin pale line with blue eyes wide open.

In truth? Any other day the Whimsical Martial Artist might of just been on his way with his deer but...One need, even if accidental, a method incidental or not for such an odd fight to begin occurring. Accidents occured frequently, attacks were incidentally flung, and overall? A level of unneeded but at the same time NEEDED hostility was to be formed in the wake. Poor Steer, it was just not his day today.

@Griffintaur
It's actually more to off worlders/aliens, given Steers story-experience, not...well not non-hostile mutants. But ya, should be fun regardless.
Steer:

{Unexpected sides.}

Just when you think you had a nice dinner, not only did you hear something that clearly wasn't normal but you HEARD it speak, boomingly at that! Complete unexpected, Steer did a little jump were he stood, butt of his rife shifted to his shoulder aimed every which way. Where in all of good heaven had that come from?! Blue eyes rolled this way and that, a nervous frown on his face as he spotted...something not to far off, something big, not a normal animal either. A comical grimace formed on Steers face. He could guess what just happened, looking down at his rifle before sniffing a bit. Oh boy was this gonna get messy in a second.

"Hey ya buddy...Er...Sorry about that. I didnt know you were around these parts. I'm just passing through, getting me some dinner then moving on. I mean if you want, you can have what I just killed. I'm a fat dude but you look big...Er...Muscle wise, bulk wise, not in the fat realm."

Botched? Maybe. The grip on his rifle tightened a bit. You'd think a wary experienced traveler like Steer wouldn't give into his feeling of Fear so easily, but it looked like he was. Though, as displayed by Steer, albeit in a small way, there was Power in such emotions, and not just for your opponent. Gulping, formerly heat induced sweat being replaced with forced fear sweat, the eyes of the whimsical martial artist followed his ears. How the heck was something that sounded and spoke so big so hard to spot? And how did he NOT see that during the whole fricken process...Ho boy was he scared, Fearful...But somewhat deceptively...ready?

Was that a black whiff aimlessly floating off his right side?

@Griffintaur
It's all good, same happened to me, honestly.

I'll get a post to ya either by the end of tonight or mid-afternoon tomorrow and such.
Steer:

{Thar Be...Griffons?}

On and on Steer walked, hands in his pockets, eyes all over the place, light grin on his pale face, good view, all seemed to be going well for Steer. Then his stomach growled. Brow twitching eyes turned down and he patted the chubby belly of his. Looked like it was that time of the day. Biting his tongue and shutting his eyes. Two things were focused on at that moment; the first was his Chi manipulation, the second was the fear of not having anything to eat. There was a metallic snapping sound and for any passing eyes, a completely black colored Gewehr 43 scoped rifle with a bayonet at the end was in his hands. Projecting, a dash of Chi accompanied by some Fear and boom, you got what Steer called a 'Solid Projection'. Rather then the fast ones, these didnt need to be maintained and lasted a good three to four hours, though with a downside to not being able to get 'enhancements' or modifications. It was a useful thing for simple tasks, like he intended here. Completely unaware of the mammoth Griffin Mutant in the forest, Steer was intent on catching himself a deer, or something like it for dinner!

"Luck be with me..."

Though he could be a good hunter, for once he didnt need the finesse for yonder a few yards from Steer was a deer! Knees bent, slow approach to a tree, the Whimsical Martial artist brought the scope of the gun up to his left eye, the butt of the gun on his left shoulder as his right hand held the mid-upper body firmly while his left held the trigger. Tongue coming out to lick his lips, Steer counter to ten to himself, waiting for the animal to be JUST in the right spot he needed. It got there within moments and as if on cue the deer turned it's head looking directly at Steer from a distance. Within a blink there was a soft but audible crack of the rifle, the sound of a completely black colored bullet leaving a barrel, exiting into a skull, through a brain, and the body of the deer thumping to the ground, lifeless.

"Yes! First shot."

Always good to get that, even if that first shot went through the deer and inadvertently was soaring at an alarming rate towards Tharraleos' person. It was almost comical because even if the black bullet hit it most likely wouldn't do jack squat to the Griffin-mutant and also because despite firing, the first 'attack' wasn't even meant for him! Steer had no clue he was nearby (assuming most of the 'heavy' noises he heard was just part of the forest) and clearly intent on getting to his next meal. Spells out 'disaster' in a weird sort of way, dont it?

@Griffintaur


Steer:

{Walking the Dirt Road.}


He had his assignment and was heading towards it. An area of interest had possibly been discovered and Steer was well on his way to get there. As pictured, it was a lovely if not unbeaten path. Above the ankle grass lightly swayed in a warm summer breeze, the sun hung overhead in a crisp blue sky and Steer seemed to bask in it while he evenly paced forward. Sweat lined his pale white features, on part of the warm summer day and in part because of his choice of clothes, the usual blue hooded sweater and leg covery Pant-sweats as he called them. Hand stuck in the pockets of his sweater, white hair stayed placed if not a little moist from the sweat lining his brow, blue eyes peering ahead, occasionally squinting but steady as he moved.

"Hm...Forgot if there was any in-between place from here to there..."

Mind you, Steer could hunt, enjoyed doing it in fact, but cooking-camp-fire and legitimate hot home made food was never to be beat, or so he thought. Smile on his face, the whimsical Martial Artist shrugged and continued on his way. Eyes were ever vigilant. He was hoping for a place to stay and grab a bite, as evident by the words spoken to himself, but it never hurt to look out. Might see some big old elks and deer, maybe a bush lizard or cat, maybe some birds that'd leave to a nest. One way or another it was always good to ensure you had a good food source nearby and this meant both looking out for meat and random wild vegetables. Eyes to the sky, ground, then evenly set for the place ahead, a foresty looking place at that.

"Roads long but I'll make it."

Or would he? You never know what you'll find out there, during the day or night...something just might pop its head out from somewhere.

@Griffintaur
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