Roman said
Oh man that was it. See, animal mimicry. Hence, confusion.
Pfft whatever, my character is about 30X better.
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I think I'll come back to this relatively soon...but then again, knowing me, I probably won't.
I guess the main point of this is to say: damn, I was gone for over a year from this place. I spent a good bit of inconsistent time on Iwaku, but I kinda missed my roots and the place I originally called home.
I guess the main point of this is to say: damn, I was gone for over a year from this place. I spent a good bit of inconsistent time on Iwaku, but I kinda missed my roots and the place I originally called home.
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Pfft whatever, my character is about 30X better.
Roman said
I thought he was a black guy. Wasn't he a black guy? Why did I think he was a black guy?
How should I know? Maybe it's because I mentioned that he's poor, and you think every poor person has to be black? Fuck man, I don't know your life.
Hillan said
Stein, you better check urself before u wreck urself.
I never wreck myself. I get frat guys to do that for me.
Damn fagit! Shut teh ehf up!
I totally had my character on the old guild.
Fuck off mah dick bruh!
fuckn.rotum8
fck u
yo couch
ya life
fagit
pc.master.race lovin muthafucka
ifck ur life up.
(Okay I swear, hear it is.)
U mad nao
but lyke y?
y u mad thoooo?
y u mad?
??
I fckin luv bro
homo love
homo4lyfe
me n u
me in u
love bro
but yknow wut
Okay, I'm done with this for real. Here it is. I don't know why I just wasted so much fucking time on that. And fuck you, you should remember this anyway! You've fucking seen it before, you fuck! Punk ass bitch.
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Makarios stopped as his nose picked up the scent of a cologne. It hadn't been present before, or at least he hadn't noticed, but trusting his instinct, he spun around, only to see the door to the balcony open and figure run out. Shit! A fellow student had seen him! Makarios found his breath caught as he began to panic. This was a foolish idea! But, he was already committed now, and he needed to follow through for the sake of his fellow classmates.
As he began to turn around once more, Makarios caught site of someone else on the balcony. There'd been a second! Looking a bit more closely, Makarios could make out a mask, and his stomach constricted briefly as he realized it was another gunman. The man stole out of the same door as the first individual and something told Makarios that the first individual didn't realize he was being followed. He took one last look to the gymnasium doors before deciding that he had to help the person he'd seen run off.
***
Makarios tore out of the auditorium, chasing after the gunman as he made his way to the science department. But why was he heading there? Was the student taking that route? There seemed to be no sense in it, but Makarios had no time to concern himself with that as the pair ahead of him had a significant head start and he was only following them from the gunman's muddy boot prints on the floor. He stopped himself before proceeding farther. It would be fool's run to go in there without some type of disguise. But, what could he use? He looked to his right, noticing the row of lockers. Well, chaos had already broken out in the school, a broken locker wouldn't cause too much concern. He touched his amulet, feeling the necklace flare up once again and radiate energy that slowly wrapped around him. He felt the familiar energy of Horse well up in him. His calves began to flex themselves as he reared back, lifting his foot, and slammed it in to three different lockers.
With the amount of noise he had just caused, Makarios wagered he held about forty-five seconds before the gunman made it back to him, if he heard the noise. He delved in to the lockers, rummaging through until he found a pair of sunglasses, a balaclava and a hockey mask. Apparently, fate was on his side. He tossed the hockey mask to the side and donned the balaclava and sunglasses. He quickly released Horse, feeling the presence leave him and a wave of energy slow evaporate from him.
He needed to move quickly. He hadn't heard any sign of a struggle yet, but he knew he would. For some reason, his mind was working...differently. His ability to process information was slightly off center from how he usually did. He found his attention to detail centering on they physical environment, his moves more calculated. He was tracking. He was hunting.
He was thinking like a hunter and it was because of the amulet. And, if his assumptions were correct, the gunman would be thinking like hunter as well. He wouldn't just attack the student, he would try and ambush him, lying in wait for the student to come to view. Makarios had to act quickly. He'd never done so before, but he placed his hand on his amulet, now tucked safely under his shirt, and began to Call another entity. This one, more vicious, he could feel blood lust, aggression, he could hear the breathing, feel the hairs on his back stand up, bristling almost. The urge to snarl overtook him as Wolf settled over his body, causing him to hunch over slightly. The darkness became a bit more vivid as his eyes made out the details of everything around him. Scents wafted around him, and he could hear the ambient noise of much more settling around the school. Taking off down the hall, his footsteps somehow softer even at his increased speed, Makarios narrowed his eyes, seeing his prey: the gunman lying in wait. Without a second thought, Makarios let out a snarl and lunged at him, giving the man just enough time to turn around. He didn't even have time to raise his gun before Makarios had taken him to the ground. Their bodies slid slightly on the floor and Makarios brought a fist down, striking the man, regardless of the mask. He ripped the gun away from him and brought his hand down, throttling the man slightly before bringing his head up slamming it down.
The man seemed to shocked to cry out as Makarios slid off of him and grabbed him by the scruff of the collar, reeling him up and slamming him in to the wall, bringing his elbow up and around to clock the man in the face again. He grabbed both of his arms and dragged them down, bringing up his own hands to rip the mask off and release a final punch to the face. The force was such that the mans head flew back and connected with the wall again, where he slumped down.
With a heavy breath, Makarios allowed himself to catch his breath before turning to see a figure staring at him.
As he began to turn around once more, Makarios caught site of someone else on the balcony. There'd been a second! Looking a bit more closely, Makarios could make out a mask, and his stomach constricted briefly as he realized it was another gunman. The man stole out of the same door as the first individual and something told Makarios that the first individual didn't realize he was being followed. He took one last look to the gymnasium doors before deciding that he had to help the person he'd seen run off.
***
Makarios tore out of the auditorium, chasing after the gunman as he made his way to the science department. But why was he heading there? Was the student taking that route? There seemed to be no sense in it, but Makarios had no time to concern himself with that as the pair ahead of him had a significant head start and he was only following them from the gunman's muddy boot prints on the floor. He stopped himself before proceeding farther. It would be fool's run to go in there without some type of disguise. But, what could he use? He looked to his right, noticing the row of lockers. Well, chaos had already broken out in the school, a broken locker wouldn't cause too much concern. He touched his amulet, feeling the necklace flare up once again and radiate energy that slowly wrapped around him. He felt the familiar energy of Horse well up in him. His calves began to flex themselves as he reared back, lifting his foot, and slammed it in to three different lockers.
With the amount of noise he had just caused, Makarios wagered he held about forty-five seconds before the gunman made it back to him, if he heard the noise. He delved in to the lockers, rummaging through until he found a pair of sunglasses, a balaclava and a hockey mask. Apparently, fate was on his side. He tossed the hockey mask to the side and donned the balaclava and sunglasses. He quickly released Horse, feeling the presence leave him and a wave of energy slow evaporate from him.
He needed to move quickly. He hadn't heard any sign of a struggle yet, but he knew he would. For some reason, his mind was working...differently. His ability to process information was slightly off center from how he usually did. He found his attention to detail centering on they physical environment, his moves more calculated. He was tracking. He was hunting.
He was thinking like a hunter and it was because of the amulet. And, if his assumptions were correct, the gunman would be thinking like hunter as well. He wouldn't just attack the student, he would try and ambush him, lying in wait for the student to come to view. Makarios had to act quickly. He'd never done so before, but he placed his hand on his amulet, now tucked safely under his shirt, and began to Call another entity. This one, more vicious, he could feel blood lust, aggression, he could hear the breathing, feel the hairs on his back stand up, bristling almost. The urge to snarl overtook him as Wolf settled over his body, causing him to hunch over slightly. The darkness became a bit more vivid as his eyes made out the details of everything around him. Scents wafted around him, and he could hear the ambient noise of much more settling around the school. Taking off down the hall, his footsteps somehow softer even at his increased speed, Makarios narrowed his eyes, seeing his prey: the gunman lying in wait. Without a second thought, Makarios let out a snarl and lunged at him, giving the man just enough time to turn around. He didn't even have time to raise his gun before Makarios had taken him to the ground. Their bodies slid slightly on the floor and Makarios brought a fist down, striking the man, regardless of the mask. He ripped the gun away from him and brought his hand down, throttling the man slightly before bringing his head up slamming it down.
The man seemed to shocked to cry out as Makarios slid off of him and grabbed him by the scruff of the collar, reeling him up and slamming him in to the wall, bringing his elbow up and around to clock the man in the face again. He grabbed both of his arms and dragged them down, bringing up his own hands to rip the mask off and release a final punch to the face. The force was such that the mans head flew back and connected with the wall again, where he slumped down.
With a heavy breath, Makarios allowed himself to catch his breath before turning to see a figure staring at him.
“And you’ll always, ALWAYS, be what they told you you would…”
“17...18...19…”
“Always be what those fucks’ll be…”
“20...21...22…”
“Faceless.”
“23.”
“Nothing.”
“24.”
“Degenerate.”
“24!”
“Scum.”
“24!”
“Monster.”
“Twenty.Four!”
The silent room of solitude was pierced with a loud “thwacking” sound and a metallic cry of protest from the chains an unfortunate punching bag had been hanging on as it separated and sailed into the wall behind it. The slap of the punching bag against the concrete wall resonated in the air, hanging like a sickening ooze over a stalactite in a dank cavern. Eventually it dissipated and all that was left to convey life in the still gym room was the ragged breathing of the man who had created the sound.
Sweat created a sheen that glowed in the dim light of the empty gym and Makarios Lilis stood up from his formerly hunched position. Running a hand through his chestnut hair, he released a sigh. The sigh contained no catharsis, no release nor relief, only exhaustion. Exhaustion that shouldn’t have been felt by a man under the age of 20. The exhaustion riding on the airwaves of his sigh seemed to resonate around him more than the sound from the punching bag only moments before.
Today hadn’t been a good day by the stretch of any man’s imagination. His urges were coming more frequently, his impulses harder to control, his thoughts wandering a little farther. Try as he might to stave off all suggestive stimuli, Makarios knew he was fighting an uphill battle. He constantly wore his body out with any plethora of physical activities, honing his mind to become one with his body and all of the like, but even in exhaustion, he felt the Flare. He felt the rise in his senses, bursting through his mundane plane like a ceramic knife slicing through a plastic bubble. The pulse that rocked through him would serve as his only warning, a siren for his mental security to try, mostly in vain, to step its protocol to Defcon 1. After the pulse, he could almost rely on his eyes to become a tad narrowed, his nostrils to flare, though only for an instant and his heart beat to quicken. It would signal its awakening.
His amulet.
The amulet that hung somewhat loosely around his chest at all times, the seemingly nondescript object that seemed to house his ability.
‘But it isn't just the amulet,’ Makarios thought as he got up, his eyes briefly resting on the fallen punching bag. His concern for it was minimal as he began to pack up his things. He was supposed to be at the Homecoming Dance regardless and he’d cleared his mind for the most part to join his classmates. ‘It’s something more. There’s some type of...draw, I have to move more. I want to release all of my emotion and charge in to a battle of sorts.’ He made his way to the locker room of the mini-gym that was for school athletes near the back of the school. Changing, his mind continued to wander. He knew that the amulet wasn't something to blame for his feelings. He knew they were something born of his own mind, the amulet only seemed to act as a catalyst. The unnerving thing about the entire situation was how quickly Makarios was giving in to the amulet and his impulses.
***
Dressed and ready to go, Makarios checked himself in the mirror of the locker room, mentally noting every imperfection and every passable flaw he saw in the mirror and making the executive decision that his current look of a gray vest and slack ensemble with a deep carmine pink tie and black button down would have to pass for now. Alyssa Edwards, his closest friend, had already sent him a slew of texts, bombarding his phone. He packed his bag and gym clothes away and made his way out of the door, giving himself a final once-over.
The vague excitement that Makarios started feeling about the dance was suddenly dashed by his amulet. A pulse stemmed from his chest and flowed through his entire body. Something didn't feel right. Something in the air was off...something was too still.
His amulet pulsed again and he felt his nostrils flare. But, this time, unlike so many others, something told him to let it wash over him. He imagined a wave of power enfolding him as he allowed himself to open up to the amulet. If his senses were right, something was happening. A chaotic amalgamation of scents bombarded his nose and Makarios reeled back from the volume of them all. But two in particular gave him pause. The smell of iron, so much of it...and a copper scent.
“Blood,” he stated. It wasn’t a question, he recognized the smell and the smell of gunpowder. Something wasn’t right for sure. He stole down and creeped forward, getting closer until he neared the school gym. Trying his best to stifle a gasp, Makarios looked at the scene in front of him.
Men with guns. All hooded and masked. All stoic as could be. What the hell was going on?
Makarios turned on his heel and took off in the other direction. He felt the familiar sensation wash over him. In the midst of his fear and adrenaline he felt another emotion, one that disturbed him: Excitement. As if on cue of his identifying it, his amulet pulsed once more. Makarios placed his palm over the necklace as he made his way to the second floor of the school. If was lucky, these men, whoever they were, wouldn’t think to cover the lesser known entrance to gym. Makarios might be able to drop in on them and help the situation somewhat. But, before he could do that, a friendly call to the authorities couldn’t hurt.
***
Hanging up his phone, Makarios stood on the second floor of the auditorium, he ducked down. Shit! One of the gunmen was stationed below him. Either they knew about the side-entrance to the gym or someone was wandering from his post. Regardless, Makarios had to do something. Placing his hand on his chest, he felt his accelerated heartbeat and delved into his mind and amulet.
With a deep breath, and a prayer that he might not lose his sanity or kill himself, Makarios envisioned an animal. He brought forth the form, the power, the gait, sound, aura and even smell that he attributed to the animal, and felt it settle over his body, the heavy weight forcing him down slightly. He came up to the balcony, Horse in his mind and jumped up, sailing higher than any normal man could dream of, and came down behind the gunman below him. The jump, backed with the power of a horse, was strong enough to cause a deep thud. The man spun around, gun raised, his reaction time admirable. But Makarios was faster. He stomped down, backed with the power of Horse, on the man’s foot. A crack backed with a sickening crunch could be heard as the man attempted to cry out in pain, but Makarios shoved his hand over the mans mouth, acting on instinct.
“If you scream again,” he began, trying to cover the quivering in his voice, “I’ll break the other foot, okay?”
He released his hand slowly and the man, as expected, tried to bring up his gun but met Makarios’ foot, backed with the force of Horse. The kick was enough to send the mail sailing back an easy ten feet as he slammed into the stage, where he slumped down and moved no more.
Releasing the Horse, Makarios sank down, catching his breath. Even just one animal seemed to take a plentiful amount of energy if he wasn’t prepared. Taking deep breaths, Makarios let his heartbeat even out before turning to the balcony and preparing to head in to the fray.
“17...18...19…”
“Always be what those fucks’ll be…”
“20...21...22…”
“Faceless.”
“23.”
“Nothing.”
“24.”
“Degenerate.”
“24!”
“Scum.”
“24!”
“Monster.”
“Twenty.Four!”
The silent room of solitude was pierced with a loud “thwacking” sound and a metallic cry of protest from the chains an unfortunate punching bag had been hanging on as it separated and sailed into the wall behind it. The slap of the punching bag against the concrete wall resonated in the air, hanging like a sickening ooze over a stalactite in a dank cavern. Eventually it dissipated and all that was left to convey life in the still gym room was the ragged breathing of the man who had created the sound.
Sweat created a sheen that glowed in the dim light of the empty gym and Makarios Lilis stood up from his formerly hunched position. Running a hand through his chestnut hair, he released a sigh. The sigh contained no catharsis, no release nor relief, only exhaustion. Exhaustion that shouldn’t have been felt by a man under the age of 20. The exhaustion riding on the airwaves of his sigh seemed to resonate around him more than the sound from the punching bag only moments before.
Today hadn’t been a good day by the stretch of any man’s imagination. His urges were coming more frequently, his impulses harder to control, his thoughts wandering a little farther. Try as he might to stave off all suggestive stimuli, Makarios knew he was fighting an uphill battle. He constantly wore his body out with any plethora of physical activities, honing his mind to become one with his body and all of the like, but even in exhaustion, he felt the Flare. He felt the rise in his senses, bursting through his mundane plane like a ceramic knife slicing through a plastic bubble. The pulse that rocked through him would serve as his only warning, a siren for his mental security to try, mostly in vain, to step its protocol to Defcon 1. After the pulse, he could almost rely on his eyes to become a tad narrowed, his nostrils to flare, though only for an instant and his heart beat to quicken. It would signal its awakening.
His amulet.
The amulet that hung somewhat loosely around his chest at all times, the seemingly nondescript object that seemed to house his ability.
‘But it isn't just the amulet,’ Makarios thought as he got up, his eyes briefly resting on the fallen punching bag. His concern for it was minimal as he began to pack up his things. He was supposed to be at the Homecoming Dance regardless and he’d cleared his mind for the most part to join his classmates. ‘It’s something more. There’s some type of...draw, I have to move more. I want to release all of my emotion and charge in to a battle of sorts.’ He made his way to the locker room of the mini-gym that was for school athletes near the back of the school. Changing, his mind continued to wander. He knew that the amulet wasn't something to blame for his feelings. He knew they were something born of his own mind, the amulet only seemed to act as a catalyst. The unnerving thing about the entire situation was how quickly Makarios was giving in to the amulet and his impulses.
***
Dressed and ready to go, Makarios checked himself in the mirror of the locker room, mentally noting every imperfection and every passable flaw he saw in the mirror and making the executive decision that his current look of a gray vest and slack ensemble with a deep carmine pink tie and black button down would have to pass for now. Alyssa Edwards, his closest friend, had already sent him a slew of texts, bombarding his phone. He packed his bag and gym clothes away and made his way out of the door, giving himself a final once-over.
The vague excitement that Makarios started feeling about the dance was suddenly dashed by his amulet. A pulse stemmed from his chest and flowed through his entire body. Something didn't feel right. Something in the air was off...something was too still.
His amulet pulsed again and he felt his nostrils flare. But, this time, unlike so many others, something told him to let it wash over him. He imagined a wave of power enfolding him as he allowed himself to open up to the amulet. If his senses were right, something was happening. A chaotic amalgamation of scents bombarded his nose and Makarios reeled back from the volume of them all. But two in particular gave him pause. The smell of iron, so much of it...and a copper scent.
“Blood,” he stated. It wasn’t a question, he recognized the smell and the smell of gunpowder. Something wasn’t right for sure. He stole down and creeped forward, getting closer until he neared the school gym. Trying his best to stifle a gasp, Makarios looked at the scene in front of him.
Men with guns. All hooded and masked. All stoic as could be. What the hell was going on?
Makarios turned on his heel and took off in the other direction. He felt the familiar sensation wash over him. In the midst of his fear and adrenaline he felt another emotion, one that disturbed him: Excitement. As if on cue of his identifying it, his amulet pulsed once more. Makarios placed his palm over the necklace as he made his way to the second floor of the school. If was lucky, these men, whoever they were, wouldn’t think to cover the lesser known entrance to gym. Makarios might be able to drop in on them and help the situation somewhat. But, before he could do that, a friendly call to the authorities couldn’t hurt.
***
Hanging up his phone, Makarios stood on the second floor of the auditorium, he ducked down. Shit! One of the gunmen was stationed below him. Either they knew about the side-entrance to the gym or someone was wandering from his post. Regardless, Makarios had to do something. Placing his hand on his chest, he felt his accelerated heartbeat and delved into his mind and amulet.
With a deep breath, and a prayer that he might not lose his sanity or kill himself, Makarios envisioned an animal. He brought forth the form, the power, the gait, sound, aura and even smell that he attributed to the animal, and felt it settle over his body, the heavy weight forcing him down slightly. He came up to the balcony, Horse in his mind and jumped up, sailing higher than any normal man could dream of, and came down behind the gunman below him. The jump, backed with the power of a horse, was strong enough to cause a deep thud. The man spun around, gun raised, his reaction time admirable. But Makarios was faster. He stomped down, backed with the power of Horse, on the man’s foot. A crack backed with a sickening crunch could be heard as the man attempted to cry out in pain, but Makarios shoved his hand over the mans mouth, acting on instinct.
“If you scream again,” he began, trying to cover the quivering in his voice, “I’ll break the other foot, okay?”
He released his hand slowly and the man, as expected, tried to bring up his gun but met Makarios’ foot, backed with the force of Horse. The kick was enough to send the mail sailing back an easy ten feet as he slammed into the stage, where he slumped down and moved no more.
Releasing the Horse, Makarios sank down, catching his breath. Even just one animal seemed to take a plentiful amount of energy if he wasn’t prepared. Taking deep breaths, Makarios let his heartbeat even out before turning to the balcony and preparing to head in to the fray.
Marrow said
i guess its just goes to the one with the most interesting cs then
Sweetie, how many times are you going to post that?
Or, you're glitching on whatever device you're using.
Hillan said
"Gender:Taco who likes other Tacos"Maki is, apparently.I never knew.
Ohhhhh because taco is a vag.
Got it.
That's cool.
YoshiSkittlez said
Stein...you're not a lesbo...
No. No I am not. Though....I didn't think I was...
I'll edit it more a little later
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