The Kraken

Rotten Masks

Woohoo! We made it to page 2!

And yeah migraines fucking blow-got my a monthly prescription of Sumatriptan myself (sort of monthly? lol only get so many)

@Tuxedo Fox

Tried the "triptans", unfortunately Suma nor Rizatriptan do the trick for me anymore. Recently got put on Topamax for them, we shall see if this will help with them. They are definitely the devil's work

Pawns of the Inquisition

Hey guys, just thought I'd give you an update: It might be a day or two (maybe three?) before Tux is back. He has some RL stuff going on and can't get to the RPs right now, but if you can wait patiently, he will be returning to us eventually.

Rotten Masks

Got part of the post up, ended up getting a migraine last night. Don't know if any of you have ever had a migraine but trust me, impossible to write with one -__-

Rotten Masks

Liam clenched his jaw together as the man pried for more than just the bullets he offered up as payment. A large part of him knew that it wouldn't be enough to just walk away, but he had hoped that playing on his youth would have at least tugged at a few heart strings. Unfortunately, these thugs weren't the type to take pity.

Liam went to slowly reach for his gun as the other man was asking for it, but when his speech was suddenly cut off, Liam halted his movement and watched as the man fell in a fluid motion. A hatchet protruded from the man's back as if a phantom had attacked in a whim. The thoughts that began racing through Liam's mind were cut off by a blast of fire that came from his side. He tried to move out of the way, but a heavy weight hit him and sent him to the ground before he felt himself being pulled behind a separate car. The sounds of the other two men screaming could be heard.

"What the hell!"

Bullets began to spray the car that his back was against, and he turned to grab the gun only to realize he had handed over all of his shells except for the five that remain in the clip. As the last bastard unloaded his sub-machine gun, Liam finally looked to his side to see what, or rather who, had tackled him to the ground and pulled him out of the way. He locked eye contact for a brief moment until he heard the bullet spray stop, at which time he turned to unload three bullets at the fleeing SOB. Unable to tell whether he hit him or not, but satisfied that he wouldn't be returning, he turned back to the man in the trench coat beside him.

"Thanks for saving my ass." He eyed the man a moment, skeptical of why he may have done so. "Liam," he stuck his hand out to shake. You could tell a lot by a man's handshake... like if they intended to kill you.

@Amelian Draco

Rotten Masks

@Amelian Draco I'll have a reply up for you later this afternoon, I've also been busy with school work last couple days

Wolves of Red Lake Season One (Reboot)

The entire pace of the evening seemed to change pace all within a matter of a few moments. What was supposed to be a few quick moments away from their friends to plan a prank quickly turned into a moment of distress as part of the party just up and left. Kassey blinked, but before she could open her eyes, Cassandra and Vanessa were already headed away from her, Riley, and the older boy, Kade.

"What's going on?" Kassey questioned. She waited anxiously as the three stood there waiting in the darkness before Kade spoke up.

"What do you mean Billy is hurt, how do you know that? Where's Evan then?" But before she got her answer, Vanessa and Cassandra returned, with none other than an injured Billy draped across the shoulders of the older woman. It was all becoming a bit too peculiar for Kassey's liking. "This isn't part of the prank, is it? You turn the tables, Riley? Very funny, but I'm not falling for it."

Her eyes looked to Billy's ankle and saw the swollen and bruised nature of it, and her face turned to stone. No amount of fake blood could do that, and none of them paid close enough attention in theater to pull that kind of stage makeup off.

"Holy shit, Billy!" Kassey covered her mouth and her eyes widened. This was no joke, they really did need to get back to the campfire. If his ankle looked that terrible in the dull blue glow of just the moon's light, they needed to look at it with the real light of the fire or the RV. "Dammit, well what are we waiting for! Let's go then, I'm sure Evan is worried without any of us there anyways."

Wolves of Red Lake Season One (Reboot)

I think I can finally wrap my character back into this so I'll get a post up tomorrow

Pawns of the Inquisition

Just as quickly as the conversation had come about, it switched pace just as swiftly as an eerie red glow cast a soft light down the cave from one end. It was impressive, really, how naturally the four were able to fall into a battle formation. The two mercenaries at the front provided a shield barricade for Erika and her mage counterpart to launch attacks from the safety of behind. For the Warden, she was suddenly thankful. For, without his brightly casted spells, she would not have the light she needed to shoot down the walking corpses with the pinpoint accuracy of the bow she drew from her back.

"What in the name of Andraste?" Erika said at the observation of the lyrium that seemed to be binded so much to the things that their skin crawled. She knew the stuff was a nasty and unstable substance, but this was unlike what she had come across before. Still, she continued to draw arrows from her quiver and unleash a massive assault on their assailants while her trusted partner and the Templar bashed them with shield and mace on the frontline.

With their combined forces and the powerful fire attack from the Warden, the quartet seemed to make quick work of their opposition. However, wherever they came from, there would be many more. Erika stepped forward and pulled an arrow from the neck of one of the corpses, placing it back in her quiver.

"We don't seem to be making many friends in these parts, save you two. I think it's time we finally get a jump on someone instead of letting everyone else sneak up on us. Shall we then?"

Rotten Masks

The radio that sparked to life next to Kennedy caught her attention, drawing it away from the falsely busy streets below as she reached for it. She took the small short wave device in her hand, while her other raised a pair of binoculars to her eyes. "Nothing yet, just looks like-" She paused her speaking when her vision passed a pair of bodies that had a different look about them than the rigid and uncoordinated movements of the shamblers below. "Hold that thought."

Kennedy set the radio back down beside her and closed her eyes to focus in silence for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, they were abnormally large and fiercely yellow. The binoculars took a place next to the radio, as she had no need for them anymore with the eagle sharp vision she now possessed. Now, she could make out the bodies of two people, one of which she recognized by his welder's mask. The other, a female who was soon ambushed by a runner, was unfamiliar to her.

Kennedy picked up the radio again and her voice cracked over the line. "Looks like our friendly neighbor The Maker might be in need of a little help, I count one other survivor plus him and-" Let's see, that runner's done for. "- two scabs closing in on them. They're pretty far out still." She didn't know what Bushwhacker's course of action would be, but she didn't want to act without his say-so. It had been hard enough without being hold up in this fortress, the last thing she wanted was to get kicked out for pissing him off.

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Liam had ran through the motions as he made his way through the wracked city street. Point, shoot, slice, run. It was as if he were running a play in a football game over and over again as he moved along. When he could, he spared bullets and used the K-BAR knife at his hip to gut the shamblers that stretched at him with pussing limbs. His feet moved quickly and reliably beneath him, almost in a mechanical motion.

Just as what he assumed to be the source of the beckoning call came into view, he was taken off guard as the back doors to an assumed to be abandoned van burst open to reveal a handful of beat thugs. When the gun was pulled on him, he immediately threw his hands up in the air.

"Whoa whoa whoa." He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "Easy now, can we put the gun down and talk about this like civilized human beings?" The words Liam spoke probably did him no good, but they served to buy him a little time to think himself out of this situation. Unfortunately, staring down the barrel of a gun left little room for thinking, especially when the fight would be three on one.

"Look, I don't want any trouble... I'm just a kid, I don't want to die, alright?" He said, trying to show the worry on his face and play off of sympathy. "Is it the bullets you want? I found them in this car a couple streets back, here, take them." That was a lie, but he handed over the ammo anyway and hoped it would be enough to walk away from this. He should've known those fireworks were too good to be true...

Avatar: A New Cycle (Reboot)

The waning afternoon sent wave after increasing wave of customers into the cozy restaurant that Kieran called home for now with his father. He was the low man on the totem pole, though he was a step above a bust boy, he got the privilege of doing the grunt work of the kitchen. Orders continued to flood the kitchen, and the knife in the young earthbender's hand had to work overtime to prep all of the veggies and garnishes for the accompanying dishes to be pushed out the service window.

"Try to keep up, son. Lunch rush can make or break you as a chef." Kieran's father called out to him from underneath a chef's hat that identified him as the head chef of the kitchen. For him, this was more than just a job for Kieran. Kuruk wanted his son to stay in the kitchen and take over when the time came, but Kieran had already decided to follow his mother's path and join the RCPD. As soon as he got enough money he could be out of this kitchen and in the academy, working his way towards that shiny metal uniform.

"Don't worry, dad. I'm right behind ya," Kieran reassured his father.

The next hours were filled with the clanking of pots and pans and the smells of harmonious ingredients being melded. Finally, the last order was sent out of the kitchen and Kieran let out a breath of relief. Of course, that did not last very long as a crumpled piece of paper with scribbled handwriting was shoved into his hands.

"I need you to run down to the market and get these items before the dinner crowd attacks. Thanks son."

Kieran walked over to the coat rack, removing his apron and hanging it on the rack with the others and grabbing his coat. He reached into his coat pocket to grab his keys, but felt something thick and heavy in between his hand and the metal of his key chain. Cautiously, he removed the object to reveal an envelope. How did this get here? And who put it there? But the best question, what is it?

Curiosity got the best of him, and he broke the seal to read the contents of the envelope.

'We are contacting you in regards to a matter of the utmost urgency. We have witnessed your unique talents and are reaching out to you specifically in the hopes that you will respond to us in our most dire hour of need. Should you choose to aid us, we will pay you any price you ask to the greatest extent of our abilities, be it your weight in gold, a specific favor, or the knowledge that our organization is forever in your debt. If you have chosen to accept our request for help, come to the address listed below by midnight tonight. A representative from our organization will be in the basement of the building.'

That symbol at the bottom... it looked familiar. Kieran had seen it before, somewhere. He just couldn't put his thumb on it. Kieran looked around the kitchen, and then he promptly shoved the letter back into his coat pocket. The letter had piqued his interest, and he intended on investigating it further.

Maybe the best idea would be to run it by his parents, particularly his mother. Maybe they knew what this symbol was on the letter. The more he thought about it, the more he thought he should go. Even if his mom advised against it, he made up his mind that he would go to at least check it out. If anything should go down, he could take care of himself.

Kieran zipped up his jacket and shoved his hands in his pockets, walking down the street towards the market and the stores to gather the ingredients his father had tasked him with. All the while, the letter burned a hole in his pocket and his mind as he thumbed over the words it read while he walked.