ScienMalefica

The Masks We Wear (Full for Now)

@Weird Tales We're just waiting for the IC to start, once you get your CS done we're good to go ^-^

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"Wait, where you headed somewhere or to see someone before? Sorry if I'm holding you up it's alright if you were gonna go somewhere I'm sorry..." James said as soon as the thought occurred to him, not wanting to upset one of the few people who were nice to him. Tolerate a voice in the back of his mind whispered, but James did his best to push that out of his mind as he did whenever it said anything negative.

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"Interesting," Orion said half to himself, as he took of his necklace strapped the chain end of the rope dart looking necklace to his wrist so his hands can stay open for his hands to attack. The necklace did however not shine like the one in the bag. This was due to it being a decoration not meant to cut his chest, but it doubled as a practice weapon or a non-lethal option as it was possible to knock people out quite quickly with it if taking them by surprise. He slipped it under his sleeve and smiled. "Maybe sometime you can check out some genes of mine sometime, maybe you'd understand how swift I can be physically and mentally without having to break you... physically or mentally. Just keep in mind if you attempt to clone me I won't hesitate to kill you, Aerianna Johnson," he said with another of his signature seemingly innocent grins.

Although he wasn't completely sure he could beat her in a one on one let alone with her comrades who were, he decided confidence was his best bet of keeping superiority. Despite her casual remarks about her comrades, they were quite strong in their own right. Not on the same level as himself like Aerianna could possibly be, but strong. He figured confidence from him would be a decent bluff, and if needed he could probably get away and plan their demise another way if they call it. Orion decided to just hope they just ignore it. But he did want to know if he could be physically par to Aerianna.

"Have you got any practice weapons on you or on your teammates, Miss Johnson?" Orion asked. It was a long shot, people didn't normally carry around training weaponry, but the best realistic goal was that their base was nearby. He slid out his practice rope dart necklace from his sleeve, by holding his arm down, the tip of the spike remaining an inch above the ground. Surely she'd get the idea that he wanted to spar. A mentally disabled spoon could figure out things that simple.

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Tilting his head slightly, James said, "You sure? Well, be more careful with stairs Wy, underestimate them and they'll strike when you least expect it," with a grin, ruffling her hair friendlily. "You sleep okay?" he asked, sitting back down on one of the tables, which probably wasn't going to impress the staff once they saw him.

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I generally prefer to get grips of the world and develop it IC just so it suits the character better and can explain personality traits and stuff. Thanks, wasn't sure if it contradicted anything as I only finally got to reading it today so I've only finished chapter 2.

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Is it alright if James has been at the inn as long as he can remember, dropped off by his parents and ditched at a very young age or something?

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Yep, hi five for being one of the few fellow people to download books

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Yeah I know, but I have an obsession with downloading everything I read/watch and I'm often on the computer with no internet, making that stuff I've downloaded invaluable boredom killers.

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Really wish there was a big pdf copy or big pdf for each chapter of dream*scar or at least a downloadable version of dream*scar, that way it would be a LOT easier catching up reading it all.

Tales from the nevermore (closed. do not post.)

Smiling and avoiding the question about names, Orion responded, "Pleased to meet you all. What'd you get a doctorate in Aery? I got one in philosophy when I was sick and in hospital with a laptop for a few weeks, was considering psychology, but given everyone I've talked to with a degree in that as evidence, college psychology seems to be nothing serious. As for the weapon, rope darts. Got them in my bag somewhere, haven't used them in a while though," and then threw his bag on the ground, searching through it. Searching through the bag to find it, he took out a stack of novels, a bottle of whiskey, a suspicious packet of tiny red pills, at least 4 mobile phones, until he finally found the spikes on rope that now made apparent that he was wearing a necklace decorated by a nearly identical looking spike.