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7 yrs ago
Current Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy.
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7 yrs ago
The Owls are not what they seem... roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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7 yrs ago
Oh hey now, I just passed 1000 posts. Good god.
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7 yrs ago
Exams are done, Thesis is done, alright let's get back into this 'RP' thing, huh?
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7 yrs ago
Thesis is finally complete, now to curl up and die (but probably rp a bit first)

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@Morose

I'll be posting tonight. ^^
Harry Walsh


Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks



Offering a smile toward Aziza as he saw her flash one toward him, Harry walked along with her through the barracks as they were led to their quarters. The last time he had been in a barracks Harry had been of course slumming it with the enlisted personnel. Depending on where he was he had sometimes been treated to a nice NCO's quarters, but in most cases, and what he expected here, was that the divide between the officer and the enlisted man was considerable. As he looked around the barracks, for a moment Harry had to remind himself he was not an enlisted man any longer. He even caught himself with an upright posture, stride long and arms swinging almost as if marching, habit seeping in.

As they came to the rooms, he glanced through them, raising an eyebrow. He certainly hadn't been wrong, the rooms were more lavish than he was used to on a barracks such as this, by a considerable degree. Taking note of which one was his own, he turned back toward Aziza just in time to meet her hug, smiling softly as he wrapped his arms around her in return, simply giving her a nod before he turned to the others. "Goodnight, everyone." He watched as they all shifted off into their rooms, sighing as he took a moment to roll a cigarette and light it, slipping it between his lips as he let the tobacco burn away his stress of the evening. Once he was done, he tossed the butt aside, sighing as he moved into his room and climbed into bed, slowly letting sleep take him.
@Lady Amalthea

I'll be posting tonight, worry not, and channeling my inner Javier for a moment, perhaps I just enjoy the whip too much!

Not gonna lie, hurts a little to see someone from AH go, a single tear for Sera!
Liam Matthews



Location: The Past -> ???
Interacting With: The Cloaked Figure @Morose



Raising an eyebrow toward Fairfax as he spoke up and mentioned the future, Liam took a step back, pausing. It was odd to him that even this random person was in on the whole 'time travel' thing, perhaps it was true, he had somehow been sent back in time? Unfortunately, Liam didn't have a great deal of time to consider this new epiphany as he heard Fairfax speak up again, watching as he stepped back. Looking over his shoulder, he saw as the wardrobe burst open. He knew where this was going as he just stared at it, arms going limp as he stood there. "Oh, son of a-" And then, of course, he was gone from the past...

"-Biiiiiiitch!" Liam groaned as he fell out of the portal again, rolling on the hard floor for a moment as he gasped and coughed, swearing under his breath again as he slowly started pushing himself up. "Between you and me, i'm gettin' really you-damned sick of these fucking portals." Liam groaned, looking upward, and apparently talking to God. Hearing the voice then speaking toward him, he raised an eyebrow as he looked over it. He didn't know who this was, but he'd seen the vision. Moving toward them, he spoke up. "Just a second..." It was then when he noticed the salt, the iron, he paused for a moment, scratching at his chin. Reaching into his jacket, he grasped hold of one of his smaller vials of holy water, popping the cork off as he moved closer to the cage, spilling out the water toward the cloaked figure. Always better safe than sorry.
@Lady Amalthea

All good here.
Updating my relations sheet now, and I'll be aiming to get a post out after that.
Harry Walsh


Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks



When it came to Harrys turn, he moved into the office in his usual military fashion, having to force himself not to give the Clerk behind the desk a salute as he approached. "Most of this should be in order." He'd comment plainly, setting out his standard items first, his notebook, cigarettes, papers, all that usual junk before he reached into his jacket. Drawing out his handgun, he went through the effort for the clerk, drawing the slide back to eject the cartridge within, sliding the magazine out as he set it onto the desk, along with his spare magazine, gently nudging them across the table to be taken by the clerk.

He'd been through scenarios like this often enough, on both sides of the table, he knew how the protocol was meant to go, and he planned to get through it as quickly as he could. Reaching over once his things were laid out for the clerk to look at, he picked up the pen and signed the NDA which had been laid out before him. He'd seen them before, had no need to read it in detail or really at all, he had no plan of violating it that evening. Setting down his signature, he gave the paper a tap with the pen and slid it back over along with the pen, sitting back while the Clerk finished up before taking some of his items back. "Thank you, chap." He'd give the Clerk a nod and a smile once he finished up, moving to stand and heading back out in search of Aziza, not planning to leave her side until he knew she was comfortably in bed for the evening.
Liam Matthews



Location: The Past
Interacting With: Eudora Erebus @Witch Cat



Sighing as he turned his phone off and on, he kept trying to get a signal before he glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at Eudora as she attempted to explain where they were, or rather, when. As she spoke, he simply laughed. Liam had been through a lot, a lot. He'd seen the end of the world (or close to it), the devil, monsters, ghosts, all manner of supernatural horrors and treasures, magic, immortals, and even the big man upstairs himself. However, time travel? No, that was the one thing he felt was out of the realm of what was possible. "Right, and i'm Captain Jean-luc Picard." He rolled his eyes, turning back to his phone before he heard the movement approaching.

Turning his gaze toward the man who climbed up into the attic, he raised an eyebrow at his outfit. The Goggles, the clothes. For a second he considered the fact that they did fit in with the time Eudora said they were in, but he still wasn't buying it, not just yet anyway. As he spoke up, Liam rose an eyebrow, not particularly recognizing the name he mentioned as he shrugged. Hearing Eudora speak up then, he glanced over and raised an eyebrow as she spoke up, clearing his throat as he turned to John, slipping his phone back into his pocket as he moved over to shake his hand. "Yes, we are, we were just wondering where she'd gotten to." He'd say, hoping that the man wouldn't find them too suspicious.
@Lady Amalthea

I'll be aiming to get a post out tonight.
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