OldManWong

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Man, my posts feel a lot longer than they actually are

Forum Roleplaying is harder than I had originally thought

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At first, it seemed difficult for Beringer to pull himself out of his natural, observatory state, whilst under attack by a havoc inducing headache. Though, he quickly snapped out of his battle with his own nerves when sirens took place of the ringing in his ears. He focused his mind's attention on the HUD that displayed the scene before him. To his own bewilderment, he took action, "That dummkopf." He muttered as he passed Delphi, walking beyond Ulysses into the street, "Now now, first impressions are important Ulysses, blowing holes in walls is not a favorable one. Now if I may, this is only my second mission outside of my corporations interests, I fully intend to make-up for the first one."

Beringer glanced back towards Averus and Koemi, he believed that they would keep him sane in the presence of Ulysses, yet they seemed to lack any inclination to aid the current mission. However that matter shall wait for another time. With an echoed exhale Beringer walked to the arriving police with his hands in the air. Somehow his stiff posture allotted him a regal appearance, even with his hands in the air. "I assure all of you that this was not of malicious intent, however we are rather anxious to leave, so if you would be so kind as to take this," Beringer offered forward a data-pad, it seemed to be loaded with Agathar's currency, "I trust that is enough to cover the expenses, if not, there are multiple ways to contact me listed under my name, here." Beringer points to the upper right hand corner of the data-pad. "If you would be so kind as to take care of getting the repairs done yourself, the rest of the money on this data-pad belongs to you and your associates. If we can set this aside, my friends and I have a mission to attend to..." He nods his head respectfully, pushing the data-pad forward to the first officer to approach him.

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Okydoky, posting here.

My post in IC is the latest one in regards to Saint Material, so I can't do much

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I modified my post because I wrote it while I was slightly intoxicated, should be more coherent now...I hope

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What in the fuck? A delayed triple post...

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Ignore this heretic double post

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Beringer is taken aback when Delphi is picked up and set upon the shoulder of Ulysses without consent, cringing somewhat inwardly. Despite that, he remained composed, receding his hand slowly and turning, about to agree with Averus and Koemi, moments before Ulysses blasted a hole in the door. Suddenly, Beringer was once again thankful for his helmet, which covered the look of utter surprise that he failed to conceal. "Ulysse--", Beringer reached a hand back to his neck, sighing slightly, he looked at Ulysses, more importantly, his helmet. Beringer quietly invaded Ulysses's mind. He nearly fell with what felt like a punch to the face as a sudden flow of information hit Beringer like a disciplinary backhand, but this information was about...oh fuck, Beringer quickly constructed a strong will to put Delphi down, planting the thought in Ulysses's mind. He was most likely undetected in the chaos that was Ulysses's cortex. Beringer quickly cut their connection, feeling woozy from those few seconds alone, going through his own mind and deleting a great amount of files that had anything related to hamburgers. An inaudible sigh of relief bounded off the interior surface of his helmet.

Beringer looked back to Averus, then Koemi, they acted as aloof as ever; however, their actions did little to cause them to stand out from any other champion. He decided he would have to reach out for Delphi since they likely wouldn't. She would likely detect the faintest trace of him trying to inject himself into her mind, so he would withhold himself for the time being, questions could wait until later. Beringer looked towards Ulysses, behind his helmet was an expectant expression, waiting for Ulysses's mind to stumble upon the thought that had been placed near the forefront of the spaghetti dish that was his train of thought, "Ulysses, I'm sure Delphi is quite capable of walking on her own, if you truly desire, you may hold her..hand or...something" He seemed to lose wind at the end of his sentence, stumbling forward slightly before recomposing himself. A nail drove through his skull, a headache onslaught driving through his brain, likely from his recent actions regarding Ulysses. "I'm afraid the poor girl...is too polite to object to your treatment...", he tries to continue, but it seems he has expended all he is able to say at the time, nobody able to detect his headache but himself. There's something to be said for visor-less helmets.

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Nice, I like the idea of Kid, congrats on getting into the RP!

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Meh, I'm just glad the English language is commonplace. Imagine being told your language is inferior and you must learn a second, more universal language.

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If she says anything at all I'd be impressed