puddingpunter

Rebirth [Closed]

*looks at list of advanced-level RPs currently participating in*

Rebirth [Closed]

@BlackRose24
Okay. Thanks for the clarification!

Rebirth [Closed]

That moment when you make the first IC post and immediately start wondering if it was good enough. :/

@BlackRose24

I was just a little surprised that you redid it, considering we were already technically there (or at least we were, when RPing on Howrse).
But anywho, I think it worked well ^=^

Question: should we assume that Sharp and Marksman have both already dealt with their altered-appearances situation already?

Rebirth [Closed]

Young Guns

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The Kidnapping [DELETED]

Suspect #6

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Suspect Six was relieved, to say the least, when the man greeting him at the entrance easily dismissed the fact that he was quite obviously late. He followed the authoritative figure obediently in silence as he was shown into the police station. So did that mean this was the detective? Probably. That would make the man Logan Colby if he was remembering it correctly. Suspect Six realized he was fidgeting and shoved both hands deep into his pockets to keep himself from appearing nervous as he tossed furtive glances around the unfamiliar environment. Oh how appealing a good smoke sounded just about now.

Once he was finally lead to what appeared to be a sort of debriefing room -a guess which he had concluded based on the several other people sitting in the said room who all were probably as confused as he was- Suspect Six quietly accepted the more isolated of the two seats offered and made no attempt to converse with any of the others. He'd simply rather they get this over with quickly so he could go home. Suddenly, there was a shout from someone else about another kidnapping and the meeting abruptly began.

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Logan Colby, Vincent, Tanya, Janette, Michael... The names floated lazily on a repeated cycle in Suspect Six's head as he tried to memorize them and the faces to which they belonged. He was almost intrigued by the stark differences between himself and the other four accused, in the physical characteristics of course but intellectual ones were automatically unavoidable. Even twins were never the same. Yet something, or rather many things, connected them all enough to be brought in for questioning. What could possibly match him with four other strangers he'd never even met before?

"... we can start." Suspect Six looked up from the floor as he suddenly realized that he was the one being addressed now. With everyone else having already introduced themselves he realized he was the last one left before the meeting really would begin. He cleared his throat and sat up straight in his seat, then looked awkwardly around the room as if he couldn't remember how he got there in the first place.

"Mishka Zholnerovich." Though he always spoke with an American accent, a habit he formed years ago which erased any and all signs of his European lineage for no reason at all other than to make it easier for people to understand him, his Russian accent thickly coated the words as the name rolled of his tongue. To him, that was the only way to say it properly -he hated the sound of it when anyone else unfamiliar with mother tongue tried and failed at pronouncing it. The cadence left as easily as it had arrived as he continued. "But everyone simply calls me Hannibal." Mishka realized he may have just seriously dug his own hole with that last one but it was too late now to take it back. Nicknamed after a cannibalistic serial killer, how coincidental was that? But the deed was done and Mishka decided to stop fretting over it, lest he induce an aneurysm.

The Kidnapping [DELETED]

Crud, sorry for the delay. A few other things that required my time popped up so I'll be posting sometime around tomorrow morning.

Wild West Outlaws

I'm interested.

Age Of The Warrior [Private Roleplay]

Daichi and Amaya both exchanged glances, the former rather surprised while the latter displayed a look of flummoxed wariness. Sure the kid was young but who knew what he was really up to? Plus, neither of the two had ever taught anyone before. Although Daichi was willing to do it -why not?- he knew his sister was much more of a suspicious cynic than he was and would likely object to him taking the youngster under his wing. However, the more he thought about it the more reason he was given to accept the boy's request. After all had it not been for his mentor's kindness, neither himself nor his sister would be standing here where they were today. Daichi looked to the boy before him and began to answer.

"Call me Kyō" he gestured to his sister with a jerk of his chin, referring to her by her alter ego too "and this is my brother, Kōen." He would stick with their aliases while around him, both for their own safety and for that of the boy's. At least until they got to know him better. Daichi crossed his arms, his face turning stern and all the more serious -if that was even possible- to get his message across. "I expect no less than your best. Slow us down and we won't hesitate to leave you behind."

While this went on, to Daichi's suprise, his sister made no signs of objection.

Age Of The Warrior [Private Roleplay]

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