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Epic City: Starburst

there you go, all done

i sleep now probs

Epic City: Starburst

It was too much. Phantom knew it was time to go. Too many people were showing up. What had originally been a crazy, stupid, deliriously entertaining hit and run had turned into a chaotic frenzy of new weapons and new Epics. These people were crazy! Fucking insane. "Kenny!" he hissed at the grinning woman. "We need to go now! Too much going on!"

"Agreed, you spooky, scary, skeletron!" Kenny whooped, pulling a walkie-talkie out of seemingly no where. "Attention, comrades! We are beating a hasty retreat as of now! Vince is with us. Ernie, shoot up a flare so Maria can see it."

A moment later, an enormous column of flame spiraled into the air. "Gotcha bud," Ernie said. "I'll grab Maria and meet you all back there."

Kenny and Hannah glanced at Phantom. "You heard him," Kenny said. "Let's go!"

---

"That was fucking insane!" David muttered, waving his arms wildly in the air above him. "Why the fuck did I ever let you talk me into that?"

They had all made it back to the apartment in one piece. Vince had taken a moment to wake up, but after a jolt of sparks from Ernie, he sat up with a screech. When everyone stopped laughing at him, they explained what had happened. "Thanks, David," said Vince. "Remind me to save your ass the next time you're unconscious, all right?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" snarled David. "We all could have died. DIED! Those people had fucked up weapons, and fucked up ideals, and they were not fucking around. How can any of you be chill about this?" He kicked and empty can on the floor. "Fuck!" he said again, for good measure.

The others exchanged glances. "It's a messed up world out there, David," Maria said, in her own voice. "You have to laugh at it even when it's about to kill you, or you'll go insane." She laid a hand on his arm, and despite his anger, he found it very hard to stay mad at her.

"She's right," Kenny said, more serious than David had seen her yet. "We're Epics, y'know. People hate us, fear us. The Kryptocopters are just the most vocal ones." She ducked into the kitchen. "That's why it's so important that you stop oogling Marmie there and just pin her up against a wall somewhere."

David flushed immediately. "Kenny, come on..." He caught a glimpse of Maria's raised eyebrow, heard the rest of them laughing from the words, and wished very much to be asleep, so that he could fade from the world entirely.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Kenny said, popping back into the room. "You've just met her, of course you want to wait a bit before you end up in bed with her." She held up a hand before he could punch her. "You're way too easy to rile up, buddy. Take a breather." She grinned, holding a can up to his face.

"Care for a beer, sir Phantom? A drink for a job well done."

"I hate you all."

Beyond the Storms

workin' on this tonight folks

Shadowrun: Moldbylur

ok so i lied, i underestimated how much time it would take to study and analyze 800 different datas for my exam tomorrow

im sorry im sorry im sory, i promise im dedicated to this

The Chronicles of Irenaea [Always Open] [Historiograhy-Based] [Low-Commital]

The Assassination of King Wolfheart
King Wolfheart Lami Ynndyron of Anxwe (72 - 145)

Silver blade met silver throat,
and the Blessed Spear broke with a snap.
Afore the room thought to stir,
Killer's arrow pierced queen's heart.

And the Wolf fell,
And the queen died,
And the kingdom heard the silence.
And the moon wept,
And the stars blinked,
And the golden lives were severed.

The righteous howls were silenced.
The laughing children orphaned.

For my homeland, and its eternal glory,
spake the killer of kings.
The martyr of his people,
who set arms upon the floor,
and bowed his head toward the end.

The Ynddryron guard leapt forth,
and the killer's soul was quenched,
but not in time. Not enough,
as the Wolf lay dead upon the floor.

Unr, the Riverborn, 145

Shadowrun: Moldbylur

I POST TONIGHT OR WE RIOT

Epic City: Starburst

real life is set to pick up heavily for me, as this week i have a project, and exam, and a bunch of other stuff to work on. I'll try to make a quick post about a retreat, but i also have to model a rocket launchpad and study for an exam and geeeeee whiz its a lot of stuff to do

just wanted to warn folks

Epic City: Starburst

@AtomicNutBugger. I knew I forgot something... *heads off to rewrite entire post* You wouldn't mind terribly if she got away?

@Regitnui

no idea whats happening tbh

whos lady lift/lust

Shadowrun: Moldbylur

_{Arn Einarsson | 26 | Species: Half-Elf
"I would tell you to go to hell, but I do not want to see you there."}

Alias:

Aeon

Appearance:

Arn is stylistically a street mage. He wears their stereotypical long coats which ward off the cold and disguise him from prying eyes. When more natural clothing is required, he wears graphic tees and jeans. Shorts are a rarity, if ever. His hair is dyed blue, but only because his hair glows blue when casting spells. It's harder to tell when Arn is using magic when his hair is always the same color. Instead, one must watch his eyes, which also glow brightly when channeling.

Background:

Arn has traveled to many places over the course of his short life. He was born to Einar, a human and Oddny, and elf, who had made their home in the then-Flux State of Berlin. He grew up running the streets of a chaotic microcosm. His friends were drug dealers, shadow-y tech salesmen, and street urchins. By all accounts, he should have ended up as an addict, selling his body, mind, and soul for another dose of Cram.

Instead, his father Einar found employment as a guard working for Sternschutz Security. He was a big man, given some low-tier chrome as part of his job. Once, Arn went wandering through the streets with his father, and became separated. When Einar found a junkie trying to hook his son up on something or other, he separated the dealer's arm from his shoulder.

Nobody tried to sell to Arn after that. Instead, the streets adopted him into their fold. None of the gangs cared enough about him to go after his father, and the unaffiliated were so terrified of Einar that, more than once, Arn returned home with more money than he'd left home with.

In retrospect, Arn should have been killed, or eaten, or mutilated, but he survived through a combination of luck and the watchful eyes of his father and friends.

When the corporate forces invaded in 2055 on behalf of the German government, Einar had been informed in advance by his employers of the event. He somehow managed to leave Sternschutz amicably, choosing instead to return to their home country, partially due to the failing health of Einar's father.

Once in New Reykjavik, Arn resumed his youth, growing from boy to young man. His father cared for his grandfather, and his mother returned to work as a Saeder-Krupp employee. He saw little of his mother after that. If not for the family home passed down through generations, Arn's family would have lived in a tiny corporate-owned apartment.

Then, one day, as Arn left to travel the streets of New Reykjavik on his thirteenth birthday, he accidentally set a cabbage cart on fire. As an elf, he'd known he was likely to have magic, but he hadn't ever expected it to actually happen to him. As it turned out, that cabbage cart was part of a series of carts who frequented the city, and now they were out for his blood.

For months after that, Einar kept Arn inside, shuttered away from the outside world. Arn became more and more rowdy, until he was liable to set the house on fire as well.

On an utterly unimportant day, a small, indo-chinese man knocked on their door. Einar nearly sent the man sprawling until the man, whose name was Talc, created fire in his hand. It took only a short time for Talc to convince Einar of his legitimacy.

From then on, Talc trained Arn. They started in Einar's home, practicing spells under Einar's watchful eye. As Arn's skills grew, he and Talc hit the streets, and Arn found that the cabbage stall was much less irritated with him when he created a new stall for them, bigger and better than the old.

Arn ran the streets with Talc for a decade, learning his craft, talking with the locals, and coming to call New Reykjavik his home. During that time, he lived as a rat. His mother made little money, and Talc was destitute as well. Together, with their illusions and light hands, the pair pulled off plenty of pickpocketing and con jobs on the upper-middle class. Enough to get by.

It didn't last. When Arn was twenty-three, Talc was caught trying to get into a Saeder-Krupp vault. He'd flown too close to the sun. Arn never saw the man again, and he was left to make his own living on the New Reykjavik streets.

Luckily, he'd made friends and built bridges, and while it isn't the easiest living, he manages. He keeps his head down when he can, but is capable of biting wit when required. Recently he made the jump from street rat to shadowrunner, with the promise of a great profit overriding his self preservation.

Skills:

Arn is a well-versed mage who specializes in battlefield control and manipulation. He is primarily skilled in illusions and manipulation spells, though he is competent as a healer and a combat mage. Detection is his weakest category of spellcasting.

Due to his movement throughout various areas of the world as he grew up, Arn can speak multiple languages, including English, French, German, Icelandic, City Speak, and rudimentary Mandarin (which he learned from one of his magical instructors).

Other skills include:
-lockpicking/knot tying
-sleight of hand/pickpocketing
-climbing
-handwriting forgery
-rudimentary hacking/hotwiring
-???

Equipment:

-General Mage materials
-Commlink
-Knife for self defense and carving
-Empty Credstick
-Fake SIN under the name "Kennedy Snow"

General Nonsense:

One day, when Arn was fifteen years old, a little black cat followed him home from his instruction. He's named it Skuggi. It seems to be a fairly magical cat, as he has witnessed it disappear and reappear through doors. Also, it may or may not be immortal, as it doesn't seem to be getting any older as time goes on.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

There's a reason why I don't like martial artists in realistic RPs. Because 80% of the time nobody knows shit about it, and writes them like a god damn Street Fighter character (but worse, because at least Capcom does some research).

And as an actual martial artist (that's been in actual fights), that offends me.

@Surtr

i like daredevil as a good representation of how a lot of fights go, even with training