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Current Tene's being productive, happy and cute!
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7 yrs ago
Needa learn to take my mind off all the bad feelings, all the bad thoughts...Slowly slowly getting better.
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7 yrs ago
I don't feel so good Mr Stark - Mood
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -the voices in my head
7 yrs ago
Yay, it's birthday!....Now whut?
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I look forward to it :3
Well, if you can bring someone else in on their own will (or otherwise) you get five points, (4 if it's a kidnapping, wel actually that's more effort so 7 points).

-10 points for Oscario!

Hmm, now I'm thinking of a point system with prizes like steering the plot XD

Hmm, anyone else want a reboot?
The chair nearly tips back when he jerks up, almost sending his bowl of untouched stew backwards all over the carefully inked out notes before him. The whole left side of his face feels stiff and slightly sore, his mouth dry and starchy. He knows that he's supposedly superhuman and everything, but a whole day of mental strain, sleeping on a desk and ignoring dinner had about the same affect on nearly anyone. Straightening himself in his chair, he rubs his eyes and then checks the parchment and his own cheek for any ink stains that he may have caused by smudging the writing when he fell asleep. It wouldn't be the first time he went to bed late at night and woke up with an ink stained pillow in the morning. No one had seen him make that mistake yet though and he had some dignity to preserve.

No ink, but he'd definitely fulfilled the go to bed late part of the tale. What time is it anyway? He can't tell in his windowless office with the dying light of the gas lamp as his only indicator to how long he's been here. The stew's gone completely cold as well, but he isn't one to waste especially when food is still considered precious. Funny thing, how it was so easy to just throw away something that'd been too much to finish, slightly off or just slightly past it's expiration date back then in the day. In some ways, waste was always worse when there was much to waste and now waste was being used to rebuild the very foundation they'd lost. Back then, what one man didn't want, another did and now nobody wanted anything, so everybody wanted everything. And since he was sure that no one else was awake at such a time to want his cold stew, he finishes it in the last light of the lamp, giving his own personal thanks to the lord for his meal.

Cold, slightly congealed, but it's a delicious end to the day of mental strain though he is already to starting to nod off again from the tiredness that clutches at his eyelids and tries to drag them down. Running a hand through his messy locks, he huffs in frustration. Vanity is a sin, but a priest still has to look proper.

Gathering up the papers, putting aside those with his sleep riddled scribbles for him to discern and recopy later, and replacing the wick and oil in his lamp, he stands and pushes in his chair. In his other hand he carries the bowl to wash up and replace, meaning that he has to use his body to open up the door. Still held gently by the lasting tendrils of his nap, the door swings outward with too much force in the unfortunate direction of Laisander. (I hope this isn't too much assuming, I took outside the study door to be one of the walls on either side not opposite).

The sound does wake him up and he turns the door away with his foot since his hands are still full. Even with his best intentions, Laisander seems to have the worst luck.

"What are you doing outside me door." It's not a question, it's a demand as the demon narrows his eyes and his lips unintentionally pull back into a snarl. His teeth glinting in the light of the gas lamp, sharper by the shadows and by his own unconscious intent. Looming over the angel, he takes a moment to take a breath before he gently puts down the gas lamp and bowl. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leans back on his heel and closes his eyes, trying to pretend he's reprimanding a child instead of teetering on the edge of tearing out the angel's throat. He shouldn't even have given the man a chance to defend himself, because it's obvious isn't it? Outside his door in the middle of the night, either the angel was very bed at being stealthy at eaves dropping or he had just caught the man attempting to enter his office. Of all the nights to work late.

"You have one minute to explain."
Accepted! You get a point for having a random fact for your random fact but lose it for double posting. When you reach negative seventy five, you will automatically receive a puppy and then get kicked out of the rp :3
I think it's alright, though remember there is a serious tone to working in the project and don't worry, I don't understand half of the scientific technobabble that comes out of Luka's mouth. Wait assignment in the observation deck with the other scientists :3

As a note, don't worry if the rp only gets updated weekly, I think due to the holiday an exam season now, we're having slow schedules. Also feel free to refer more people to this rp *insert shameless plug *

I think we might continue, but on a stronger foot now, because we really haven't gotten too far, unless majority wants a full reset?
Hmm, I was thinking that we'd have a better sense of our characters and I would try to provide a clearer picture of the facility and try to steer the plot better. I don't know, I always doubt my ability to do anything. ;P
Something small thwacked him on the back of his head. Stunning him for a good second before his senses kicked in and his head snapped back as he whirled around, adrenaline rushing through his veins as his eyes sought out the source of what had shot the...the..little paperclip that lay idly on the floor at him. Suddenly, he felt unsure as he noticed the solitary boy that sat not too far away from them, along with..a much taller man hunched over at the chair opposite of him. Golden eyes blinked, his will to start a fight leaving him, and they became unsure and paranoid at the sudden arrival of these new faces. Was he going mad? Or were his senses simply fading away to the point he didn't even notice what was around him anymore.

Slowly, he unclenched his fists, not realizing that he had clenched them in the first place. He stared for a good minute at the two, more normal and quieter than the first that had caught his attention, then his eyes darted away before they returned back to staring until finally he hung his head and looked as if he was guilty of intruding on something private. His arms drawn inwards and his shoulders still tense. Promptly, he jumped as a voice blasted over the speaker.

"Dr Schwarzlict, please report to the observation deck. A reminder that Social interaction with the subject is scheduled for late."

Annoying.
Luka wasn't pleased as he watched the man blatantly breach the briefed schedule and interact with his subject out of instruction and regulation of safety. Bastard was lucky just because it was he that spotted him and no one else. Still, he couldn't say it was interesting seeing what the subject was apparently capable off. Abnormality of the brain? Or the more laymen term of psychic ability. That was worrying.. He didn't think that such a great development could arise from simple realigning of the brain neurons and administration of Absobilithium Cynite IV. That of which was still experimental and seemed to be having some catalystic effects with other substances they were exuding.

He'd received the order to take more blood samples from the subjects.
So I can assume the current active rpers here are

Oscariotheguy
Sheeplon
aegyolk
The paintblob

Honestly, we've lost a few people and so on, I'm hoping to get more and turn this rp into something more focused, but I have to ask, due to how far we've come and how little there is done.

Should we do somewhat of a reboot? As in starting more strongly from where we are now and taking what we have as practice with our characters or prologue? Because I feel like we started off a little weak and right now I'm hoping to get more people on board with this. Or would you all rather continue since it's still relatively early and so on.
Post in the ooc if you can and we will evaluate it there. :3 glad you could join us, feel free to add your own ideas and so on. For any major plot ideas that pop up, please notify me via pm and we can discuss.
Aw, but that still happens when you have a really well formed character. The only way around it is to get external plot twists that don't have much to do with the chara unless it's part of their history. That's another problem with not knowing your character well, there can be plot holes or slightly changed backstory from the beginning, though I try to make it work. :{

Also, if you ever need a hair color change for Lai, I'm sure someone there can be a good prankster.
Humph, the true winner is the one who wins at life in general. I have still lost ._,

I envy your ability to create such full formed characters at one go. I wouldn't stumble as much if I could also do that.
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