Can your Father still claim you if the Mail Man delivered you?
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I challenge you to a game of Paradox Billiards Vostroyan Roulette Forth Dimentional Hypercube Chess Strip Poker!!!
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So I realized that the highest honor anyone can get is not to get a Nobel Peace prize, nor getting your name taught throughout history. It's being made into an Anime Character with giant boobs.
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So where do I go after Elysium? I just made it through after beating a Chad-dude and his giant burly friend with horns at a break dancing contest.
Bio
About me: I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)
I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.
I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).
PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)
The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.
Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.
Ismael listened as the plan was given, Annya and Bardulf were to head off together as he gave a wave to them once they headed off as he said, "Good Luck you tow, hope you guys don't get butt hurt about losing". Ismael said with a cheeky smile as he nodded to the Dwarf who talked to him, "Yeah I know we are to work as a team, I do want to beat them. However, I also think it'll be fun to compete with each other, it might make us try and reach higher". Ismael said with a more genuine smile as he took the Devil's Reach from his back and set it into his hands as he checked and loaded a steel projectile in before closing up the gun and nodding to Bron as Ismael said, "Agreed".
Ismael agreed with Bron that they should not be away for long, even though they were here today to have fun, if the enemy were here they would not allow them to just relax and have fun. This was war and they did need to at least take those precautions. As Ismael headed off with Bron, following the shorter man as he seemed to have some familiarity with this kind of landscape. His feet landed with such assuredness and deftness that someone like Ismael could tell that he was one to have frequented terrains like this.
Location: Western Continent, Espia NPDRE Outpost F-10 Date/Time: 18 April, 3030/0515 Hours Interactions: The Green Knights Gear: SERE Kit-
Tarak keeps a SERE(Survival Evasion Resistnace Escape) kit inside his cockpit incase he needs to eject and survive in the wilderness on his own for some time, he has a black hard polymer pack filled with MREs to last him a few days, a broken down Semi-automatic carbine with one 20 round magazine, a flash light, a canteen filled with 1L of water, a knife, a trauma kit to stabilize wounds and set broken bones, and a collapsible spade within it. This kit is attached to his seat to keep it from flying about and possibly causing damage while within the cockpit.
a white and grey camo clothing, a cooling vest able to take small arms fire and regulates his body temperature to allow for higher survivability inside and outside the cockpit, a pair of gloves, his boots, some light armoring across his body to more easily take impacts and dampen blows, and his Neurohelmet. He has a suppressed hand gun with one 20 round magazine holstered on his left leg, and on his right leg he has his Personal Cassette Player which has his "Flower's Favorites" cassette in it.
Tarak saw the Jenner get lit up, multiple missles, lasers, explosive round tore into the light mech. As multiple destroyed pieces of the Battlemech come apart Tarak felt as if he laid one more shot in, it was gone. Desperado took hold of the grip as he began to lead the target for the moment he was to hit the larger rocks, either he would tear off one of the legs to make it go down in a hell field of rocks and hail, or tear out the other jumpjet and make the Battlemech go critical. Yet right when he was to pull the trigger, and alarm went off in Tarak's ear as he threw himself in front of Ziska's Battlemech.
Tarak's Battlemech shook as missles bore down onto it, yet he was right where he needed to be. Alleycat didn't get torn up anymore, Tarak let out a sigh as he felt the shaking stop. Tarak heard Alleycat key up her thanks and her proclamation of retreat as the Black Phoenix gave her a thumbs up. As Tarak turned back and prepared to start his retreat as well. Tarak went over and grabbed his cargo bin as he began to leave with it, as he noticed Giggles seemed to almost be taunting the Longbow to only go after her and her Battlemech.
Tarak keyed in his mic as he called out to her, "Giggles, tee up with me, I'll stick with the vehicles, just make sure we don't get snuck up on. The storm will make the effective range of that bastard no where near us, but that also includes us". Black Pheonix continued to drag the container behind it as it kept up with the vehicles in case they were to become targets of a random salvo of missles coming down with the hai or a Battlemech decided to try and get one last hit and run in.
Mentions/Interaction:Queen Astrid, Inga, Arne'altan'jaros, The Skygge @Force and Fury The Sun began reaching over the roofs and walls of Meldheim, as it began to warm the roads and homes as it seemed to almost create a thin mist. Yet within the training grounds of the King of King's estate, a thick mist seemed to almost envelop the area Kol and his opponent Arne'altan'jaros were dueling in. As the moments of crashing blade versus metal made enough force to blast small holes in the mist. Kol was methodical in his fighting, he shifted and moved to anticipate how Arne would move, yet the skills of the yasoi 'Mage-Hunter' make even any movement unpredictable. Kol's attacks seemed almost to supernaturally find themselves always moments too fast or slow as his attacks missed, yet his senses were quick and sharp enough where when attacks were to also be thrown at Kol he shifted, swayed, and moved out of the way of attacks. Inches of distance Kol originally gave himself turned to centimeters, as Kol constantly dodge the same way when he was getting attacked by the same attack, a teleporting slash to the back left side. Kol always dodged by swaying his body forward and twisting, showing his back to the Yasoi as he passed by.
Kol decided to start taunting the man, doing moves that are quite showy and showing little care, as he shifted and moved just outside of the 'Mage-Hunters' reach. Kol used this to almost say that even if he was to show Arne his back, he'd be unable to even touch Kol. As that was the moment Arne did his same jump, pouncing forward and about to run into a hit before he leaped through space and time, as Kol dodged the same way he always did when Arne lept through time and did a backslash from the left, bending forwards and tilting his body away from the blade. Yet this time Arne had teleported and now was prepared, as Kol would show his back to the yasoi, as instead of a left-handed slash, it was a slash coming down onto Kol's back. Kol was not one to have gotten predictable, not this easily, as he planned from the beginning that this was going to be the finish, as from his position, Kol had few options, without the gift. Kol twisted his body and used force energy to fling him into the air as his body twisted around the arc of the blade before his body twisted in the air and grabbed onto the shoulders of the 'Mage-Hunter' and pulled him along in his swing as Kol and Arne would land on the ground with Kol shifting Arne into a grapple with both of Kol's arms underneath the yasoi's arms and behind his head to force the younger man to submit.
Once Kol and Arne rose from the floor, Kol patted the younger man on the back as he gave thanks for the spar that Arne had given to Kol as Kol gave a few tips and pointers to make Arne a better duelist, it was not something he needed to focus on with his actual skill sets, however, if he ever found himself in a dueling scenario, he should at least remember some of this. As once Kol gave the proper seal of approval for Arne'altan'jaros the 'Mage-Hunter' to be the ninth member of the Æresvaktr, Kol put back on his clothing and before giving a farewell to Queen Astrid, Arne, and his favorite Niece, Inga. As Kol traveled the city once more, he was crowded by countless men and women who are coming to him to either take them with him when he is to return to the war front or to take them. Kol's later morning was almost identical to his early morning he had to walk through the city and he was constantly crowded and never given some time to himself. Yet this time he was looking forward to it, it took his mind off of where he was to go next.
Kol had walked maybe a half hour to a large property removed from the city proper. There he found a modest farmhouse of fieldstone and thatched roofing that reminded him of some of the homes he knew from his own homeland. Yet what pulled him away from his thoughts was meeting the farmer who lived on this land, The Skygge. She seemed both youthful and yet ancient, she seemed strange, as her scent was odd to Kol, like something familiar yet very different. Apparently, she was some immortal, one who feasted upon others, yet she seemed calm and cordial, as she seemed to have offered him a gift, a simple one, yet he was not one to turn down a gift, he was here for a reason.
Kol came closer as he gave a light nod as he said, "Ah, thank you kindly". As Kol took the Brandæble, he took a bite from the fruit, it was small in his hands, as it was quite easy to take a bite bigger than one expected, yet Kol was much prepared for the many feelings it was to give. Kol was often given brandæbles when he was younger to assist his learning of the Gift, while using the minor visions could have within them may help some, by this point he finds them to be more entertainment rather than to assist him in his training, as his depths with the gift is much greater where he can create visions much stronger than the ones the little brandæbles give.
Kol finished his bite as he looked to the Skygge as and said with a calm voice, ”Would you like to speak here or would you prefer somewhere else?"
“We are here now,” replied the woman, the hint of an enigmatic smile lifting one corner of her lips. “Though I sense you would rather not be.” Her eyes bore into him for a moment, evaluative. “I sense you have done a great many things recently that you’d have rather not.” Brandæbles often took some time to work their magic, especially for one as large as Kol, and it had done nothing for him yet aside from filling his mouth and insides with a warm, sweet, spiciness. “So you may speak, and I may speak in turn if you allow me,” she concluded.
Kol gave a light nod as heard the woman speak her mind of his question and seemed to pry further into him. It was not something Kol was new to, Kol normally wore his emotions on his sleeve, yet the way this woman did it, it felt almost as if she could see something else, it was lightly disturbing to Kol as he let out a sigh. Kol looked to the woman as he spoke, ”Very well. As you know I am here to evaluate, approve, and bring two new members into the Æresvaktr. As with my presence here, you should know you were one of the chosen. I will be quite honest, I dislike the idea, you joining the Æresvaktr fills me with much distaste. So if you will, give me a reason why I should approve of your joining”. Kol was calm and watchful at the same time, he was wary and at ease, as he watched and waited for what could be anything. A cordial talk or a possible death match, with this woman, Kol was not sure.
The Skygge smiled faintly, turning her back momentarily to bend down and pluck another ripe-looking apple. “You are more honest than most,” she admitted, seizing the fruit. “They always fear what I will do if I don’t like what they have to say.” She twisted and shook her head, coming up with the Brandæble. “The truth is that I would rather not go.” She shrugged easily. “I live peacefully here and feed upon the bandits and the vagabonds who would make these hills their home and menace travelers.” She took a handful of her skirts and began polishing the fruit. “But I must do what I don’t want to, just as you must, and we must lose this foolish war together that our king has called.”
A war that is a loss before the next battle has been set, how easily could this have been predicted Kol wondered. He was uneasy, yet he also could feel it himself, the first battle was one very different, it was one where many Eskandr lost their lives, and they barely took anything other than to the land t wage war there. Kol could only think of why they were there, the many who are to die in this losing war. Kol thought of his people and the much they sacrificed for this war.
Kol sighed as he brought himself back to the moment as he spoke, ”Maybe, maybe this is a war that was lost”. Kol sighed as he lightly rubbed his eyes before he continued, ”Yet I believe in this case, there are some things I can do. Firstly, keeping some dignity, you may keep your peaceful life here, it is not one I wish to disturb”. Kol waved his hand lightly as he then made it known to the woman across from him, ” I, Kol, King of Strumreef, 4th seat of the Æresvaktr will not approve of your induction. As that is my right as Underking”. Kol gave a light nod as he awaited her response, if good or bad.
“Good,” she replied. “Now, I am free to travel as a private individual, away from the notoriety such a position would bring.” Her eyes narrowed. “My people need me,” she said quietly but firmly. “But I serve best far from the spotlight. Surely, you would not try to stop me?”
Kol heard the woman as she spoke as one who wished to protect something of hers. Kol has a smirk come to his face, something familiar was found within the Shadow. Something Kol could not deny as something similar to himself. Kol began to turn as he waved with a chuckle, ”Do as you please, for at this point you are a private individual. I am not one to deny one’s wishes, especially when they will do it even without my consent”.
“There is one small thing,” she added. “I may be many things, but a boat, I am not, nor do I have one in my possession. Might I travel with you when you depart, incognito?”
Kol heard the woman as she asked for him to allow her to travel with him upon his departure, and all he did was chuckle as he said, ”I suppose you may, Please do keep your presence little felt among some of the crew. Many would find me mad even thinking of allowing you”.
She bowed quite gracefully. “You are a wise king as they say, but be aware. There are wolves among your flock. I have sensed them at work”. The blustery wind had picked up again and both were forced to shield their eyes for a moment. When Kol looked up, she was gone without a trace. Leaving Kol to wonder as he made his way back to the city proper, what she means.
Arsène stared the older man down as if he was not going to move, Sweyn Thunderspear, for every legend he was, he was also a rather imposing man. From one moment Sweyn went from wallowing in a pit of his own despair, to then spewing words slicked with poison and then a provocation for battle. Arsène was never showing a sign of backing down however, he looked Sweyn dead in the eyes as the moment Arsène was to take hold of the blade to his side, Hell broke loose.
A thunderous thoom shook the very earth, the sky, and the very hearts of men. Arsène looked to the direction of the sound and al that could leave his mouth was, "Bloody hell". It was a sight that seemed as if hell had let loose their gate keeper, a large dark beast cut through the night, darker than the night it self, and spewed fire that was brighter than the day. It was a beast that incinerated all in it's path, smoke never appeared from the initial fires, no, it was as if the fires themselves burned the air, smoke, nothing was left. As the beasts wings flapped, the wound within the earthen mound spewed smoke that seems to mask the sky and blot out the stars, as now the dragon above was the only thing producing light, that and the fires it creates.
Arsène looked to the creature and all he could do is watch in awe. It was as if hell played a sick joke on them all, as they wanted to turn the table upside down. Yet it seemed Heaven had other plans, as rolling thunders came in, as if the Heavens came to punish the Hells. Streaks of light punched through the darkness, illuminating the beast held within the blackness the sky has became. Arsène noticed the rider of pure white riding with such tremendous force that every step his horse took it seemed to crackle the ground with power, as that was when his feet began moving.
Arsène ran forward as he put his fingers to his mouth as he whistled, as he made the sound become loud enough to even pierce the thunderous sounds of the gods. Arsène continued to run until he noticed from the corner of his eye his trusty steed, Blackthorn, made his appearance. Arsène took hold of the rein and leaped up and landed into the saddle as he began riding off, using Essence and Force to give his steed and increased speed. Blackthorn made great strides forward, charging into hell, as with every lightning strike and roar Arsène could feel his steed become nervous, so he filled Blackthorn with Essance to calm him and allowed him to charge forward without worry.
Arsène quickly broke through the lines of fleeing people, as he knew 1 of 2 things, this dragon dies or they do. As Arsène strode forward he witnessed every Lance of Lightning rip it's way through the sky as it smashed against the Hellish beast above them. Lance after Lance, as Arsène did his hardest to just close the distance, yet as he neared Sweyn and his explosive power, he felt his body begin to fill with such energy and he felt as if he was to puke, which after the fourth lance of lightning was let loose Arsène did as he tilted his head to the side and let it out as he was riding. Yet once the final one fell, Arsène heard the roar of armies, cheers erupted from behind him as Arsène saw for a moment the Devil fell from the sky, and so too did Sweyn.
Arsène was much slower at the moment, the release of energy was enough to affect him, especially from how close he was to the sorce of this maelstrom of energy. Arsène was overtaken by Queen Eleanor as she charged forward to Sweyn, as the moment Arsène made it to Sweyn, Arsène saw the terrible state Sweyn was in. Thoughts ran through his head, Gods what should we do? We have this monster in our hands. Maybe we can use this for our benefit. Maybe we could even force the Eskandr to- Arsène was cut off from his thoughts as a roar silenced everything. Arsène turned his head and all that could leave his mouth was, "Good Fucking Gods".
Arsène watched as the Hell Beast ripped itself from the earth and came to bear down upon Arsene, Queen Eleanor, and the small army that followed their Queen. Arsène watched the inferno coming down onto them and was surprised they were spared. Brimstone and Hellfire seemed to have only scorched them in slight measure, but it almost seemed unintended to kill. Arsène felt the heat, is was close, yet far with all things considered, as the radiant heat seemed to burn the skin, yet Arsène did not falter. Arsène watched the Beast fly off, and a thought of leaving crossed his mind, yet he remebered who they had in their grasp.
Council was called, Arsène rose up and gave his piece, "Queen Eleanor, that Demon is right now sleeping in a lake, I believe hitting it now would be our only time to hit it and stop this beast from rampaging more". Arsène looked to Sweyn as he took a moment, "It did take quite a powerful Sorcerer to injure it on his own, yet now it is wounded and on the ground-". Arsène then looked back to the council as he then continued, "To bring a beast like that to the ground is a feat, and one we can use. If not as an actual weapon, a tool. The Eskandr will want one of their greatest warriors back, so we can at least force them to negotiate terms for their Prisoners, and if more so, we could even strong arm them to…". Arsène stopped for a moment as if he remembered something as he sighed, Arsène looked to Sweyn once more as he remembered what the man said.
Arsène sighed as he looked back to Eleanor with some more clearity, "I don't think we can find any aid in our enemy, for them they will not find this any threat to them and their own. As they are not here just to claim land, they wish to destroy Parrence-". As Arsène winced, he looked to Sweyn as he continued, "-To the very soil, to the very last bone. No matter the cost, to them or their Humanity. I believe the best we can do with Sweyn is use him as a bartering tool, other than that, I believe we should take on the beast".
Arsène seemed to have changed in demenor, less like a worried man and more to a hunter as he began to speak on how they would try t deal with it, "If we were to hit it soon, with it sleeping in the lake and the beast seeming to be steaming the water, that would mean that it must be unable to regulate it's own heat, like when you are unable to sweat and you start to over heat. We might be able to either take it down, or at least force it to leave if we use fire and heat to our advanatge to fight it.". Arsène then realized he had taken up much of the 3 minutes as many are looking at him like he is some kind of bug, so once Arsène gave this piece, he cleared his throat as he began to take a step back to allow others to give their onw ideas. He did feel like he did overstep slightly as he hogged a good bit of the talk, yet he had quite a bit of things he wanted to say. Even now he was building a plan in his mind as he spoke for that bit of time.
I wrote this because for some reason I'm terrible at time management. Who would have thought I took an entire class in College on this?
As we don't have multiple Gifted at the caliber of Sweyn here, we will need to defeat it through overheating it, slowing it down and then possibly fully taking it down.
Firstly, we would need to force it from the water, or in this case take the water away from it. So we would need to dedicate some Gifted to creating trenches and outlets from the lake to out let the water from the lake. The more the better.
While those Gifted work on the outlets, we will then dedicate the majority of our force to cutting down trees, while having other users of the Gifted bore a hole through the center of a tree log about 1 hand wide length wise.
Once the tree logs are prepared all around the lake, we will use Essance Energy and Arcane Energy ignite the trees and to stoke the flames of the trees and making them into flaming projectiles before launching them with Force energy into the Beast.
Then we start to barrage it the logs to cover it in the shards of wood and surround it with them. As we do this our Gifted will stoke the flames further and cause an inferno within the basin of the lake and cause a greater heat.
We will then use our Gifted who were making outlets to then to constantly stoke the flames as half of our non-Gifted prepare to intercept the beast as it tries to inevitably escape, while the other half continues to chop down tree to add more fuel to the fire.
We will have a constant sorce of energy as well will constantly use Arcane and Essance to constantly increase the heat, if we have any flammable materials we are willing to pat with, like oils, fats, anything sticky, then the heat can reach greater heights while forcibly sticking to the beast.
When time comes, we will all need to push ourselves, so the inferno would then need to be focused on the beast, as we would need to all take some control and begin focusing the heat onto the beast, and hopfully through our work we can create something strong enough to possibly cause it to die from heat exhaustion. As killing it through Brute force doesn't seem like something we can do with our forces.
Desmond awoke the morning of the Societies Faire, he felt his body and it seemed stiff. He lightly sighed as he slowly sat up and rubbed his face before he left his room, as he seemed to almost move like a ghost, as his feet left little noise and even him turning door nobs and opening doors seemed to not have that same squeak they normally do. Once he left his room, he headed off to cleaned up, he had clothing prepared, light clothing and a cloak incase of rain. When he moved through the dark house with not even a light cutting through the window he was as quiet as a the wind. Not even his breath could be heard, his feet moved in a calm and relaxed way, yet he moved in a methodical pattern as it left his movements with little noise to be made. As once he was prepared to leaver, he opened the front door, not even the first light has cut through the horizon, as he had maybe another 20 minutes until that happened. As Desmond left to do the same things he did in the early morning: relax.
Desmond's relaxation wasn't simple as laying about, shopping, not even studying, no his tinkering was a fantastic hobby, yet that sometimes even gets on his nerves when he can't figure something out, or something keeps breaking, no, he trained. As Desmond moved towards the Arboretum, he originally moved in the early morning as it was the best time to dodge annoying Nobles who seemed to always found fun in harassing Desmond. After a rough housing incident with a noble, Centuries seemed to almost breath down his back anytime he is even near the a Noble's Dorm, so he had opted to leaving early to dodge the patrols in the early morn of his area. It was maybe a minute window he had to slip through as they seemed to have a decent focus near in the Noble's Dorm to keep the area safe, however even with the increased patrols, it was more than enough time for Desmond.
The moment Desmond opened the door to the house he checked the street, as the moment he saw the hole in the patrol, he began to bolt forward and through the set of Noble buildings infront of his home. Once he neared them, he dipped to the side where there was an alleyway, as the moment he hit the alleyway he set his hand against the wall and prepared as he focuses kinetic energy into his legs as he squatted down and sprung up as the energy he could muster threw him into the air. He did not have enough power to even throw himself high enough to clear a 30 foot wall, however he had quite a bit of experience and practice in climbing and freerunning.
As Desmond began to slow at about 20 feet off the ground, he began using magnetic energy to attract himself and the wall together as his hands near the wall almost latches on to give him the friction and grip he needs to put is feet under him and against the wall as the moment he had a grip he drew in the charged energy that attracted himself and the wall together as he used the energy he could draw from his beginning fall and input it into his jump again clearing another 10 feet before using the same trick he did before to do another bound as once he neared the top, he used magnetic energy one more time to attract his hands to the lip of the roof, as his hands barely griped onto the edge before he was able to grip tightly and pull himself up and onto the roof.
Desmond finished his ascent from the ground floor to one of the roofs in a mere moment as he began to run across the roofs to continue his travel. Using the fact that more often then not the only time any guards will look up is when they either hear some noises above them or they sense magic. Desmond moved with very quiet and methodical movements as he moved and shifted across the roofs as he watched out for any wandering guards or Centuries. As once he made it most of the way through the Noble Dorms, he began his descent using megnetic energy and kinetic energy to slow his fall, and once he landed he made his way to the road dividing the Merchant dorms and the Noble dorm, Desmond knew he would be mostly fine at this point.
As once he cut through the Merchant Dorms into the Common dorms, he was mostly relaxed as he finally saw the trees and knew he made it. As he entered the Arboretum he began hearing the birds calling, the insects musing, and the water slightly moving. It was nice here, it felt much more akin to what Desmond was used to, as after a bit of stretching, Desmond began 'relaxing'.
Desmond's training wasn't something that was just purely physical training, if that was the case he wouldn't be as proficent of a combatant as he is. Training has always been a wholistic thing with him, to train the mind, body, and magic is the required training to make an even stronger fighter, and so, Desmond's training regiment reflects that.
Desmond constantly drew kinetic energy from himself while doing pushups to create increased resistance and once he reached near his RAS limit, he imparts his energy quickly into a kinetic push into the air. After doing this for sometime, he switches to hanging from a tree upside down as he begins doing upside down sit ups. As the entire time he is drawing from his kinetic energy within him to make his workout much harder and anytime he is moving down he is imparting kinetic energy to force himself to put more effort into going back down, as once he feels his body starting to slow from muscle fatigue, Desmond hangs from the tree for a moment as he began to draw kinetic energy in and converted it over so he can use his spell: [Blessing of Endurance].
As Desmond's Spell worked it's magic, it slowly took away that muscle fatigue that seemed to slow Desmond down. Desmond let out a sight as he landed, Desmond began stretching as once he felt good enough he began sprinting across the Arboretum. As Desmond once more pulled from the force he was to exert on the ground to strain himself while not moving very quickly. Desmond continued this constant use of the gift, physical exertion, and mental exertion. After a few hours of exercise, he does all forms of exercise to train his body. Desmond was drenched in sweat, his body was red from the constant blood flow, muscle working, and growing heat his body is creating. Desmond was huffing and sighing as he used his magic one last time to cleanse his body of his Muscle fatigue.
Desmond did one last stretch before he left to bathe before he started his day. Desmond left to return home so he would be able to bathe and change into his proper clothing before things start to properly happening. Once Desmond was finished he left to begin his day, a day where the day the Student Societies begin. As Desmond went about his day he began seeing the streets slowly fill up, different groups of students building stalls, and much more. As Desmond saw someone come up to him and say, "Hey! Would you like to join….", and for Desmond, the Society Faire has began.
"You want me to pay HOW much every month? God damn!!!" Desmond shook his head in frustration and blew off the egghead working the Waverider booth. Learning how to surf sounded awesome, but he was already putting himself in debt by attending this stupid school. It seemed like half the clubs in this faire were only open to people with money or status. What did they have against normal people like him?
As he moped down the street a large piece of parchment flew through the air and slapped him in the face. "What the f-" Desmond ripped the paper off and looked at it. It was some kind of poster advertising a society called the Lamplighters. There was a lot of flowery bull written on it which he pragmatically ignored, but certain pieces of information stood out.
"Tuition rebates? Daily food allowances? Hourly income!?" Desmond crumpled the poster up and sprinted towards the front gate of the academy where the Lamplighters booth was located. The signup booth looks more like a military recruitment station than a club. There are several tables with chairs on each side for people to sit on. Prefects are interviewing potential Lamplighters in order to assess their personalities and combat aptitude, as well as business matters such as money and release of liability. Desmond's line is rather short, and his turn comes up as quickly as he arrives. The bored-looking senior opposite from him shuffles some papers and prepares to take notes.
"Your name?"
Desmond put on his confident smile as he gave his name to the Interviewer, "Desmond Catulus". Desmond held himself with a calm demeanor, this was him introducing himself to an employer, so he knew the basics from his time as a Mercenary. Give concise information, make sure to play up your strengths, and make sure they don't know about any of your real weaknesses.
The recruiter attempts to write down Desmond's name and notices that his fountain pen is empty. After a brief refill, he notes his interviewee's name on a printed document covered in various blank fields. The print is too small for Desmond to read upside down.
"Desmond Catulus. Thank you for expressing interest in the Lamplighters organization. Before we begin the interview, tell me, what do you know about our society?"
Desmond took notice of the man's failing fountain pen and it being empty, Desmond thought about how many people would have probably came by for him to have a failing pen already, must mean there are either many people wishing to be good doers or that there are probably some more complacent types within the society.
As when the Interviewer spoke it almost seemed to be rehearsed, so Desmond knew that the most basic answers would have been heard a thousand times. So Desmond gave the information in a concise form to move them through the boring pieces, "The Lamplighters are a society that act as volunteer watchmen for Ersand'Enise, they enforce curfew, watch for suspicious activity, and while the Lamplighters are considered a part of the city guard and expected when necessary to be able to police for minor crimes, they are also expected to report more major crimes to the proper authorities".
As he spoke, the pen moved with every sentence Desmond uttered. The prefect's poker face was well practiced: His body language did not indicate whether the student's answer was a good or a bad one. It was unclear whether answering the question mattered at all, such was the nature of a job interview.
"Knowing what you do about the Lamplighters, what is your reason for signing up?" The second question was a big one. Desmond could choose to be somewhat honest, or bullshit it and give a nice-sounding answer.
Desmond spoke and watched as the man seemed well rehearsed, it meant either he has done this often, or he himself is a part of the guard. Desmond kept his same calmness as the next question was asked. Desmond in that moment had weighed his options, nice sounding would make him seem like a man who wants the job for some reason and is willing to lie about it, while the truth would make him seem like somewhat of a man who is here just for the money.
Desmond spoke in a calm fashion, he knew his answer anytime he took a job, you do what you need to, but on your terms, "Ah, I signed up because of the financial assistance and hourly wage. I'm here at Ersand'Enise from my own pocket and had to be indebted to quite a few people I know, so I thought this would be a good way to repay that while being in school".
"The financial assistance does seem to attract a lot of people to our fold." Another non-committal response. The prefect filled in a box somewhere on his document before looking back at Desmond.
"Well, let's start with qualifications. While the Lamplighters are rather safe by the standards of a guard unit, the job may at times put you in harm's way. Not everyone we deal with is a Biro trying to break curfew - Ersand'Enise has a very real criminal element within its walls. We do provide some basic training to those that require it, but this year's pool of recruits is quite large and we can't coddle everyone. You'll be a lot more successful in the Lamplighters if you have prior fighting experience of any kind. How would you say you fare in that regard?"
Desmond looked towards the man as he spoke, Desmond understood te situation clearly: in possibility of a Lamplighter gets into harm's way from the possible criminal activity that they could get mixed into because of the job, they can be provided basic training, yet from the large pool of applicants they can't provide it to everyone.
Desmond's smile never changed but internally he knew this was going to be one that was going to give him a decent edge, "Ah, I have quite a bit of experience in fighting actually. I have quite near a decade of experience in fighting in live combat situations. So basic training would only waste the instructors time".
"Live combat you say? At your age?" Desmond's recruiter reached for a stack of papers on the table and began flipping through them. It was unclear what their contents held, but a keen eye could spot tidbits such as the names of countries, some statistics, and the names of some local mercenary outfits. "Can you provide a little more detail?"
Desmond watched the man as he seemed to almost flick through a stack of papers that Desmond took notice almost instantly. As he watched the papers, he noticed the countries, and then he saw statistics for combats and battles that took place, as he began looking for names: The Flammenburgs, The Grunhounds, and many other mercenary outfits he remembered meeting and facing during his times.
Desmond knew who he was looking for as Desmond said, "Ah I was with The Crimson Sun Mercenary Company, or Le Soleil Cramoisi Compagnie de Mercenaires". Desmond then gave him a chuckle as he said that in a very fluent Perrence as he continued, "Our leader is Perrench, so it might come up as that-" Desmond smiled as he lightly gestured to the stack of papers the Interviewer was looking through, "-During my time we were in multiple smaller scale battles and a few small wars in the Kerremand, Huulendam, and Kressian region, and some of the most note worthy Wars come from the Enth - Helbahn War that was about 6 years back. That one ended with the Enth pushing back Helbahn from their archipelago allowing them to keep control of the sea trade there. Then there was the Kerremand - Huulendam War about 4 or so years back that led to an indecisive outcome or Pyrrhic at best for Kerremand in the that the Iron Duke had lost in open battle yet were bled dry. The rest would be smaller wars waged against piracy between Enth, Juiskarn, Eskand, and Warlisz for the past few years".
As Desmond shared his account, his interviewer recorded his observations on a fresh sheet of parchment. While taking notes he would often pull a document from the large stack and refer to it cryptically. After Desmond was finished sharing his personal history, the man pulled a whistle out from his shirt and blew on it. A younger looking lad wearing the Lamplighters arm band appeared at his side and was handed some of the notes. The prefect whispered in the runner's ear before sending him away.
"Your candor is appreciated Mr. Catulus. It seems we need not worry about your ability to protect yourself. No proof of your service will be necessary, for we can easily figure that out ourselves. Let us move on to other matters." The man picked up a paper and looked at it while speaking. "Before we can consider you for recruitment there are some questions we are required to ask you. Be honest, and don't overthink your answers. This is an important part of the screening process."
"Question one: One of your squad members has pocketed an expensive piece of evidence, and you are the only person to notice. You know that this is against protocol, but the two of you are good friends and have gone on patrol together multiple times before. You remember that this person comes from a large and poor family. What do you think is the right way to deal with this situation while upholding the integrity of the city guard?"
Once finished Desmond sat patiently as the man finished his notes and called for a Lamplighter to run the notes. Most likely to see if any of his claims were legitimate. As the man final broke the silence, Desmond listened as he asked the start of the questions that seemed to be used to screen certain personalities.
Desmond thought for just a moment before he answered, "Sigh, I believe in this case, it's evidence...to up hold the integrity of the guard I couldn't allow them to just leave with the evidence, but I won't get others involved. It'd be a difficult one as I would feel for them, however, I would try to talk to them about giving it up. I know they would fight it, but I would do what I can to get them to do it and then help them return the evidence in a unseen way so no one needs to know otherwise"
"Mhm." The prefect recorded Desmond's response but did not demand any further clarification in regards to the answer. "Noted. The next thing I would like to ask you is: What is the difference between a soldier and a guardsman?"
Desmond fretted if the Interviewer would have pushed further, yet he seemed to move on to the next question, one that was an interesting one that could either be seen as being based upon philosophy or based upon pure classification. Desmond knew not which he looked for so he answered as he could, "A Soldier is someone who is a member of an upstanding army whos job is to fight for and protect their country. A Guardsman is a member of a community who job is to fight for and protect their community. Both fight and protect their people, yet one is much closer to those they protect than the other, so they will have a naturally closer connection and trust".
"So why do we have both an army and a peacekeeping force? Why can't the 11th Mounted Rifle regiment of Perrence do the same job that we do?" The man retorted.
Desmond chuckled, as he said, "It's easy, Trust". Desmond shifted himself as he then continued, "You wouldn't trust someone you never knew to be the one you expect to protect your daughter from some pervs at night, even if they may be well trained and very capable. You wouldn't want someone who might have dubious ties outside the city you'll never know having the ability to say who is and who isn't a criminal. It's about the trust you have of those who are here to protect you, you don't mind having someone fight a war for you if you never see them, but you do care when someone outside of town comes to be a policing force. Because they aren't here for your community, they are here for the country. As the ears of a King never hear the cried of the Clerk and the Thief".
There was a tapping sound as the clerk's pen smacked against the table repetitively. He appeared to be giving something some serious thought. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence he impartially scribbled something down. "Third question: when is it okay to disobey the lawful orders of your superior?"
Desmond waited in silence, the tapping became more and more reverberating as it felt almost uncomfortable to sit and wait, as the moment the Interviewers pen finally scribbled a note, Demsond felt a sense of relief fill him as the man continued. The next question was another interesting one as it was the question of when was it okay to disobey lawful orders.
Desmond took a moment and then said, "The time I believe it is okay to disobey lawful orders of your superior would be when it either goes directly against the very foundation of what we as people believe is good, or when we are to turn our blades against those we are sworn to protect or know to be innocent. After all, laws may be changed based upon that which those higher than us believe befitting in either their benefit or otherwise, and any can be called guilty without due cause, yet we as people need to be able to stop when we know something is wrong".
The recruiter opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted when his runner abruptly returned. The two whispered in each others ears for a time, and then the Lamplighter was off to a different table. Desmond's interviewer looked at a dossier while glancing at him, then nodded and shuffled it back into the pile.
"Very well. The next thing I want to do is ask you a series of rapid-fire, binary questions. There are only right answers here. Ready?"
Once prompted Desmond said with a solid, "Yes sir", and the questions begin.
"What is seven times twelve?"
"84"
"What is the eighth letter of the Avincian alphabet?"
"𐌇(H)"
"Which way is east?"
Desmond looked as if he was confused for a moment that this was a question as he looked to the sun where it is rising and falling as he figured out which way was Eastward and tossed a thumb in the direction, "That direction"
"Spell playwright."
Desmond said in a clear voice to make sure a letter in not misheard, "P-L-A-Y-W-R-I-G-H-T"
"You have a number of coins that equal one Incantor. Twenty three coins are Owls. How many Bennies do you need to make up the remaining difference?"
Desmond took a quick moment of thought to remember the conversions and once done he gave his answer in a quick fashion, "You will have to have 50 Bennies".
When the questioning was over, the recruiter went back to his original document and checked something off. "Good enough. I think it's about time to wrap this up. I suppose you want to know how you did at this point...?" He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms at Desmond. His face looked more stern than it did previously.
"Question one. How to deal with crime among your own. Caring for your comrades is important, but as an officer of peace you need to adopt a different mindset. If you confront a criminal without the intent to arrest them, all you managed to do was warn them that their methods need improvement. There is no guarantee that the sob story he fed you was grounded in reality, nor that he has any intent to stop stealing in the future. It's our job to hold people accountable, not to rehabilitate them. That's a job for the Somnians. If arresting your own makes you uncomfortable then report the incident to your superiors."
The prefect took a wax seal and burned it onto his document using arcane magic. "You have potential though. You'll make a fine guardsman, I think, so long as you keep one thing in mind. Our goal is to arrest criminals, not shoot them in the head. Understood, mercenary?" He slid the document into a leather folder and leaned forward. "Training starts the day after Trials week. You know how to fight, but you don't know protocol. You'll report to the Proving Grounds where you will be assigned to your sergeant and begin your drills."
Finally, the man slid a sheaf of papers towards Desmond. "These are things we need you to fill out and turn in to the school's records department. Financial aid forms. Release of liability in the case of injury. Duty statements. Very interesting stuff I'm sure. Welcome to the Lamplighters, Mr. Catulus."
Desmond said with a calm, "Yes sir", as he rose from his seat and shook the Interviewer's hand before he left.
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Little RAScals (Freebie)- House of Japes Mad Caps Mage Hunter's society Rat Bastards Speed Demons Yasoi'riimei Lamp Lighter's- Posted about joining
Sorry I took so long and this is so basic, I was busy with other things and wanted to get this out before things get going.
I'll be doing stuff for the other clubs and extracurriculars, however, that will not be for a little bit.
Location: Western Continent, Espia NPDRE Outpost F-10 Date/Time: 18 April, 3030/0515 Hours Interactions: The Green Knights Gear: SERE Kit-
Tarak keeps a SERE(Survival Evasion Resistnace Escape) kit inside his cockpit incase he needs to eject and survive in the wilderness on his own for some time, he has a black hard polymer pack filled with MREs to last him a few days, a broken down Semi-automatic carbine with one 20 round magazine, a flash light, a canteen filled with 1L of water, a knife, a trauma kit to stabilize wounds and set broken bones, and a collapsible spade within it. This kit is attached to his seat to keep it from flying about and possibly causing damage while within the cockpit.
a white and grey camo clothing, a cooling vest able to take small arms fire and regulates his body temperature to allow for higher survivability inside and outside the cockpit, a pair of gloves, his boots, some light armoring across his body to more easily take impacts and dampen blows, and his Neurohelmet. He has a suppressed hand gun with one 20 round magazine holstered on his left leg, and on his right leg he has his Personal Cassette Player which has his "Flower's Favorites" cassette in it.
Desperado was focusing on the Crimson RVN-3L as he let loose his lasers to start to cut more of the shambling mech apart. Yet it took him too long to notice the rockets coming down onto the group. A missile rocked against Black Pheonix's chest as it blew up, thankfully it was at a bad angle so it stripping off mostly surface-level armor. Yet Tarak knew this was bad, he was one of the targets and he knew with LRMs he would have gotten the light end as most of them missed him. The Black Pheonix began to shift and looked back as Tarak was about to check in with Ziska, as a roar came over the mic, "CAT!!!" The Black Pheonix began moving back and checking the downed RVN-3L. Tarak looked over Ziska's Mech to view any damages on it, it seemed mostly fine from any proper lethal hits. Yet that did not settle if she had taken injury within, so the Black Pheonix began to take a defensive stance near the downed RVN-3L as Tarak waited for any response.
Yet, right when Tarak was about to let off another shot, he saw in the corner of his eye movement, his head twisted as Black Pheonix moved slightly to see that the RVN-3L he was watching over was rising. He was about to call out to her when she stabilized, yet she was already prepared to move, Desperado knew what she was doing, yet he could not stop her. Instead, he had the same sentiments, there could only be one bird controlling the battlefield. Black Pheonix began moving to support Alleycat, Desperado could not leave her to take another blow like that, it would put her out for good, so he prepared even to take the brunt if needed.
As the moment the Crimson Raven came within view, Tarak watched as it was lit up with Infernos, missiles, and lasers he watched as a mech was ripped apart. As the battlefield was slowly shifting the Black Pheonix turned to the Crimson Jenner that was taking chunks out of Ramrod and Giggles. Black Pheonix steadied its Right Arm to fire is Medium and Large Laser at the Crimson Jenner to help get the annoying Mech off their Heavy Mechs so they can peel out.
Location: Western Continent, Espia NPDRE Outpost F-10 Date/Time: 18 April, 3030/0515 Hours Interactions: The Green Knights Gear: SERE Kit-
Tarak keeps a SERE(Survival Evasion Resistnace Escape) kit inside his cockpit incase he needs to eject and survive in the wilderness on his own for some time, he has a black hard polymer pack filled with MREs to last him a few days, a broken down Semi-automatic carbine with one 20 round magazine, a flash light, a canteen filled with 1L of water, a knife, a trauma kit to stabilize wounds and set broken bones, and a collapsible spade within it. This kit is attached to his seat to keep it from flying about and possibly causing damage while within the cockpit.
a white and grey camo clothing, a cooling vest able to take small arms fire and regulates his body temperature to allow for higher survivability inside and outside the cockpit, a pair of gloves, his boots, some light armoring across his body to more easily take impacts and dampen blows, and his Neurohelmet. He has a suppressed hand gun with one 20 round magazine holstered on his left leg, and on his right leg he has his Personal Cassette Player which has his "Flower's Favorites" cassette in it.
The moment the tension became thick enough to be cut with a knife, hell broke loose and the devil came to have his fun. As missiles and laser fire rained down onto the convoy and Ostroc, Tarak noticed the Raven that came all too close to the convoy and ripped apart the truck carrying MREs, a blow some would find merciful, yet one that still hurt. Tarak's blood began to boil, as he felt his heart racing he thought of what was happening. His mind began to race once more to his dreams, and then what is happening now, those inside the vulnerable convoy. His helmet hid his face from the world, as underneath was that of a visage of a demon.
His face contorted as his teeth bared, and his voice almost roared through the steel coffin he named Black Pheonix, yet none could hear. The comms never came on, as he made sure they were never to come on past a certain volume. Black Pheonix dropped the cargo and rushed the Raven as it tried to escape. It was a light mech, fast on the move, yet he's tagged targets like that much the same. As he saw Alleycat's Raven move in to begin to confront the Crimson Raven, Desperado followed up.
As Desperado used his larger mech to threaten the Raven to move in specific ways, he followed the lead of Alleycat and her Raven to make sure they would never move into each other's pattern as they tried to corral the Crimson Raven. As shot after shot was unloaded into the Crimson Raven, Desperado saw his moment and raised his right arm and unloaded both his Large Laser and his Medium Laser on the right arm into the Raven to try and rip more of it apart, and maybe make use of the damage already done to finish it off.
As the moment they fully fired off their arms, Alleycat began to peel away as Black Pheonix would begin to do the same shifting more slowly to make sure he was the leading target so she had plenty of time and room to fall back as Black Pheonix was more able to eat a few shots than a Raven was.
Inventory: A sturdy set of winter clothing, his dog tags, a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, a set of Winter Boots, Eye Protectors, Dark Sight Glasses, Way finder. Ismael laughed as Bron spoke about his mood as Ismael said with a jovial tone, "I am quite happy today actually, Billy, the boar I got, he finally is starting to listen to my commands! So I am actually very happy". Ismael talked with a smile when he was happy, so it made it very easy to tell when he was happy.
As the talking started for the hunt, Ismael listened intently as the speaking began, taking note of the competition that would be taking place. The paths were simple enough however they could pose danger if an enemy were to strike as it have multiple points of contact for an ambush. Yet that was a worry that was second to some of the more main issues, it seemed that Ismael was to go with the hunt master himself Bron!
Ismael looked to Bron and gave a slight nudge to the arm as he said slightly jovially, "Geuss we can see if that experience you have can beat my creation".
Ismael said this jokingly in the fact that he knew Bron was going to be a formidable opponent when it comes to catching game, but that never meant Ismael was going to give up. Ismael di make sure to study the map carefully to make sure he knew where the chokes in the trail would possibly come and the best places for ambushes. As they were in a very remote location, it could be possible that the Dark Elves have now at least been spreading out to the more remote regions to find lone Humans fleeing in a desperate attempt to escape possibly fates worst than death.
Arsène's task was one he chose himself and it was one he knew well, to hunt. The Barbarians had been razing villages and carving death and destruction in their paths. Arsène hoped to quell this carnage, this death that had found its way to his home many years ago has now found itself back in lands he knew. The smoke that filled the air was not one of smoke smelt in burning fire wood or coal. It was rough on the lungs, a deep dark black, and had a pungent sickeningly sweet smell that stuck to the throat and made you nearly gag, as the body knew this was the same smell as a persons body burning.
Arsène knew this smell very well, it was one that had stuck in his mind from when he was a child. As they moved through the many villages that had been burned this same smoke that has been from his childhood, it was a smoke that made even the hardiest men gag. As for Arsène, his blood boiled, he could not bear to keep his distain hidden, however he was among goo9d company that seemed to also agree the same. Yet soon they saw another village burn, but they were to find something they would have never expected.
Arsène was the first among the group, so for him he sensed a man within the village before the others, as he prepared for an ambush, yet then it was only one man. Arsène worried as soon they spotted one of the strongest of the Barbarians, Sweyn Thunder Spear. Within that moment almost all of them prepared for a fight, yet Arsene saw something strange. He could not tell what he saw around Sweyn, however it called to him to hold. Arsène rose his hand and stopped the volley of spells and arrows from raining down onto Sweyn, as when called to answer, Arsène spoke and said, "I'm unsure, yet I have a feeling. I'm going to go speak with him. Prepare to assist me in case the Old man decides to piss himself". Arsene chuckled slightly as he began to shift in the saddle.
As the other knights looked to Arsène dumbfounded, Arsène dismounted off of his horse and started to make his way towards the lone man. He seemed all too distracted, and for Arsène it almost felt like he saw a ghost while looking at Sweyn. Possibly of a man long dead, or of one that is still alive, for Arsène, he looked as if he had lost his way. All he could do was what he could, and now, he has done things he could not atone for. Arsène made his way over as once he had made it towards the man he was greeted with a sight he was not prepared for. From the many descriptions Arsène was given, he assumed a powerful man such as Sweyn would have been something akin to a man larger than life, he expected a man wizened by his years, full of body and mind with power to spare. Yet now he was nothing more than an old man groveling at the body of a child who had died before him.
Arsène sighed heavily as he saw the child and all he could do was pray that she would be given a kind after life to any god she prayed to. Arsène prepared for anything as he finally neared and looked down upon the older man and spoke out to hi with a strong and solid voice, "Old man, why are you here?"
Location: Western Continent, Espia NPDRE Outpost F-10 Date/Time: 18 April, 3030/0515 Hours Interactions: The Green Knights Gear: SERE Kit- Tarak keeps a SERE(Survival Evasion Resistnace Escape) kit inside his cockpit incase he needs to eject and survive in the wilderness on his own for some time, he has a black hard polymer pack filled with MREs to last him a few days, a broken down Semi-automatic carbine with one 20 round magazine, a flash light, a canteen filled with 1L of water, a knife, a trauma kit to stabilize wounds and set broken bones, and a collapsible spade within it. This kit is attached to his seat to keep it from flying about and possibly causing damage while within the cockpit.
Combat gear- a white and grey camo clothing, a cooling vest able to take small arms fire and regulates his body temperature to allow for higher survivability inside and outside the cockpit, a pair of gloves, his boots, some light armoring across his body to more easily take impacts and dampen blows, and his Neurohelmet. He has a suppressed hand gun with one 20 round magazine holstered on his left leg, and on his right leg he has his Personal Cassette Player which has his "Flower's Favorites" cassette in it.
As Desperado moved through the gates and heard Ramrod had called out for them to act as pack mules. As Black Pheonix began to adjust the large container in its hands and began to go forward yet the moment he took a further step forward it froze in place and waited, as within Tarak had received the burst transmission, his comms were quite ready for something like this, as the designers of the Pheonix Hawk seemed to have expected a high-power microwave-burst transmission to be used, so they prepared for it to receive an over the top microwave-burst that could be heard through almost anything.
"Green Knights, this is Gawain Actual, Hostile mechs inbound, rendezvous at nav-point Echo! Repeat, hostile mechs inbou--"
As once the call was passed from Ramrod to move, Black Pheonix shifted the container in its hands as it shifted the container to his off hand so it can aim its weapon while moving as Desperado said, "Yes ma'am!". As the legs of Black Pheonix to begin to move as the container behind him began dragging on the ground and gravel. Slight scrapping and scratching occurred, yet every now and again a loud bang and screech came from the container as it hits many different things in the way. Yet Desperado almost tuned it all out, he was looking and watching for almost anything. As his hand within the machine almost twitched waiting for a Battlemech to appear.
About me:
I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)
I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.
I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).
PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)
The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.
Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">About me:<br>I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)<br><br>I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.<br><br>I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).<br><br>PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)<br><br>The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.<br><br>Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.</div>
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