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8 yrs ago
Current I feel so attractive right now.
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8 yrs ago
I've been clicking to come back to this page way too often...
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Writer and lover of writing, the written word is the best way for me to communicate for the words from the tongue may fail me.

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Hey Friends! Sorry for being gone so long, but I'm back and bring the lord of abstraction back in action! So, in terms of how rolls or other things go, deal me in!

(also if that Discord is still up and running, anyone want to send me that link??? :P)
In Echo 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Forgive me, RL has been quite busy over the past little while, so I haven't been as present as I should be. I'll be back in it relatively soon, and I'll try to get a post going whenever I can.
Sorry man, I'm kind of in the same boat. I got a lot of stuff going on, so it may be for the best to let this rest.

It was fun while it lasted!

“So be it. I don’t care about making ‘enemies’. Whatever needs to be done needs to be done.” Chris snapped.

His glasses were placed on the table, leaving his flat eyes to stare at the two people in the room with him. Whatever the plan was decided would have to be the one the approached because he was fed up with all the time they were wasting. Many people lived with enemies that they had every other day. Doesn’t make either side right. Regardless of whatever did this to people, it was clearly evil that needed to be snuffed out. He cracked his knuckles under his own grip, and if you watched very closely, potentially you could see the flame of bloodlust flicker in his pupils for a brief moment.

He could deal with being seen as crazy. This world had taught him that you could get away with most things if your intentions were good enough. He’d heard enough of his co-workers label him as “crazy” or “neurotic” in his workplace. He still remembered one woman who referred to him as having an “animal-like” presence. All of these were just labels from the masses. Everything weas stained with darkness and insecurity.

Chris had no time for insecurity.

He glanced over at Piper for a brief moment. The table still standing between them as the pictures remained face-up on the table. Blood and flesh on grand display without precaution. He stepped towards Carver with his stiff, stone-like presence and locked eyes with the ambiguous man for one moment.

“Where is Cutter, then?” he asked, “Once we get that information we can try and handle the threat, correct?”

@Kidd @The Harbinger of Ferocity
Sorry, It may take a little longer than normal for me to respond. With NaNoWriMo and school stuff, I'll try to post as frequently as possible, but there may be some difficulties.
”What will you do?

The words resonated as though the room was a cave. Chris’ stare stuck on Carver with narrow eyes as a sequence of struggles pulsed through his mind. There was no doubt that whatever had done this was something wicked, vile. Something that needed to be purged from this world. It also needed to be stated, however, that the last time that Chris encountered something of this likelihood, his fists were little use against it.

But his rage.

Like most of his life, his anger and aggression was always something that snuck its way into the woodworks of his mental palace. His world was one of sharp, firm edges, with little give, and the only solution on occasion was driving his fists through it. It took years of practice to place any sort of self-control over himself, knowing just the pleasure that waited on the other side, and while his job was still pressing, still very important… whatever did this needed to be brought to justice. Everything had a weakness, and while weapons were not necessarily his preference, perhaps it was time to seek the next level against unknowable evils. That was just how it was going to be, in the end. So he stepped away from the pictures, firmed up his shoulders and fixed his shirt, re-adjusting the tie around his neck and double-checking his glasses just to make sure that everything was in order, and that he was of solid mind, and body.

Solid mind, he smirked. There was something funny about the statement.

“If… and only if what I’ve said holds some merit, then I suppose… that I would have to assure that the task was completed.” He said firmly, “So I would expect to stay until I knew that the job was done. Now, when you mention putting our ‘frustrations to use’, what exactly were you expecting?”

@Kidd@The Harbinger of Ferocity
@The Harbinger of Ferocity I'll try to get something up by the end of the day. It's been pretty busy IRL, and im like exhausted but I'll figure it out.
Yeah! I was hoping to have some fun, bloody nonsense.

And maybe some other things, or something like that!
In Spray 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Probation? Sounds about right. Most jobs usually had a trial period for their employees. He figured that a group trying to be organized is going to have a similar run-down to an organized company, especially when you’re dealing with this entire group of people with clashing ideologies. If they don’t know how to handle the situation, or if they’re too fresh, then a little jaunt on the town and a pretty tag on the wall (regardless of its quality) barely simulates a challenge that could potentially level the city or at least cripple its oppressive government. Let those that fail the first mission fail. In fact, based on what people were talking about, there were already some that were thinking about avoiding this group altogether.

He’d be lying if he said he would prefer that Dax guy either be far away from him or out of the group entirely. His final introduction seemed too quick, too weak for the earlier reaction, leaving two options. Either he was consistently trying to put on an act or he was clinically insane.

Based on the first impression, however, the idea of working for D4TA would be interesting. Based on some of the more complicated technical things he’s seen (plus the fact those sites have evaded the government for so long) meant that there could be much more that the pair of them could do together. The could be like two sides of the perfect shape, just waiting to align in perfect symmetry.

There he was going on an art tangent again.

Nitrous gave one more glance around the room, eyes stopping on Data’s flickering mask for a moment before he pushed himself away from his space on the wall with a yawn. His heel tapped the floor once more, and the wheels slid out in a usual fashion. He readjusted the straps, eyed Dax one more time before his attention went back to Kacey.

“Until next time, then,” he stated.

Then, with a trail of neon he zoomed out of the room, pulling a few blocks away and around the corner before throwing himself onto a small electrical box, right across from where one of his other symbols lay. It was only midnight, after all, and there was no way his nagging thoughts would let him sleep this early.

There were so many questions. Ratpack. What was it they were after, exactly? Was art their main focus, or was it something else? Either way, he could assume that at least Data knew his intentions. Some of his deeper profiles potentially held some even stronger ideals, especially based on how he assumed the white buildings shaped their society, and how even he was willing to do whatever it took to bring back a little bit of colour. In that sense, all of the Taggers that existed were pushing towards the same goal. And even when they covered it up, Nitrous took ample satisfaction from the slightly off-shade colour that was left behind.

His more private thoughts could stay in his black box, however.

For now, his attention drew to the empty night sky. Light pollution made it near impossible to pick out the specks of stars. He hadn’t ever seen the stars in a real sense. Only from books did he know about the chaos of the universe.

To be honest, that stuff was something he wasn’t willing to touch.

He shook his coffee canister, which was still pretty full, and took another swig as he lifted the bottom of his mask and kept his eyes to the sky.

”Don’t worry, Mom. Hopefully I can bring back our colourful world.”
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