xAsunaWolfx said
See? even ice agrees mr hi
heck yes. tommorrw is kill-som-body friday and i have dibs on hi.
Having Ice on your side isn't a good thing. And you can't kill me, I can't die.
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Having Ice on your side isn't a good thing. And you can't kill me, I can't die.
Anthony was close to saying his last final prayers before the bear turned back into a man. When he was suddenly talking about how it was dangerous out here, Anthony smirked. "Yeah, you should've warned me about that an hour ago," he muttered. After the bear man thing asked about a hotel Anthony gave him a crazed look. "Honestly, I get so lost in this forest that I would be wandering for years without any guide. The hotel is somewhere north, but it's not a fun place to be," he explained. Yeah, but then again he's supernatural, the hunter thought, remembering his personal moments there. "Look, I've just been trying to find my way back, Eline's going to..." he looked over the man's shoulder to see Eline following the path they had taken, running closer to them. Anthony smirked as he saw her draw near. "Yeah, looks like she found me already."
The Manager sighed and shook his head as Hebi pleaded to help him. He wished he could come up with something to appease her for the time. Maybe going out with her would truly be a good thing to do. "Hebi, maybe we can-" His computer flashed a warning as there was someone detected outside. The Manager switched to the camera but couldn't see anything yet since they weren't in range of the visual. The Manager scowled, another intruder would not be a good thing to have, but a guest would be rather nice for a change. "Hebi, let me deal with this guest first then we take about getting you a pet."
Hammond waved as Zhalia woke up and noticed her surroundings. A small grin came out as she asked where she was. "Oh, this place doesn't really have a name. Not to worry, it isn't far away from that town, still in the same forest even. Although there's a slight problem, no one on the outside can get in unless we want them to, and you're a lucky little girl to be a special one! This place has no real official name, I just call it Vladimir's Complex and it does seem to fit," he explained to her, then pulled out a coin and started to flip it. "You see, I'm a supernatural called a Trickster. Judging by that you're a supernatural too, I figure you know what I can do. So, let this be my simple introduction to this place while I wait for my boss to arrive to see our new guest!" Hammond snapped his fingers and several illusions emitted that began to play on Zhalia's mind, making it colder for her and showing nausea for a start. While Hammond wasn't able to read someone's mind and draw out their fears, he was decent enough on figuring them out. "Feel free to get up from that old wooden chair and kill me!" Hammond added. While the Trickster waited for the illusions to settle in, he sent a servant to go bring Vladimir to him.
The Manager sighed and shook his head as Hebi pleaded to help him. He wished he could come up with something to appease her for the time. Maybe going out with her would truly be a good thing to do. "Hebi, maybe we can-" His computer flashed a warning as there was someone detected outside. The Manager switched to the camera but couldn't see anything yet since they weren't in range of the visual. The Manager scowled, another intruder would not be a good thing to have, but a guest would be rather nice for a change. "Hebi, let me deal with this guest first then we take about getting you a pet."
Hammond waved as Zhalia woke up and noticed her surroundings. A small grin came out as she asked where she was. "Oh, this place doesn't really have a name. Not to worry, it isn't far away from that town, still in the same forest even. Although there's a slight problem, no one on the outside can get in unless we want them to, and you're a lucky little girl to be a special one! This place has no real official name, I just call it Vladimir's Complex and it does seem to fit," he explained to her, then pulled out a coin and started to flip it. "You see, I'm a supernatural called a Trickster. Judging by that you're a supernatural too, I figure you know what I can do. So, let this be my simple introduction to this place while I wait for my boss to arrive to see our new guest!" Hammond snapped his fingers and several illusions emitted that began to play on Zhalia's mind, making it colder for her and showing nausea for a start. While Hammond wasn't able to read someone's mind and draw out their fears, he was decent enough on figuring them out. "Feel free to get up from that old wooden chair and kill me!" Hammond added. While the Trickster waited for the illusions to settle in, he sent a servant to go bring Vladimir to him.
Yeah but you gotta cut him some slack, this is a forest of supernatural that don't fall for the 'play dead' trick. Also posted, hoping Eline will see the tracks of the pursuit or the sound of a giant bear chasing Anthony down!
Anthony didn't even bother looking over his shoulder to look at his pursuer to tell what it was. Just from the sounds Anthony could tell it was the giant bear thing that was at the town before. He had no idea what the weaknesses could be. Silver? Steel? Chalk circles? Rand, where are you with all your facts? Anthony wondered. The bear thing would be on top of him soon and probably eat him as the natural world went. The hunter crashed through several bushes and suddenly tripped on a root that was hidden by them. Anthony crashed to the ground, ramming into a tree. He couldn't try running again, the bear was already there. He needed a miracle right now, it would be preferable at this time.
*pokes again with no emotion*
Yeah Anthony's not too up to date on bear facts, but if there was a lycan or werewolf there running would've been the better option anyway, so really he was just taking his chances.
Bland imagination? I created the RP you're in didn't I Asjna? It's just the names that's the issue!
Alright, thanks for the update Weiss!
Hammond swiftly arrived at the complex with his new hostage with him held in an illusion. After a guard cleared the illusion and pulled them both in, Hammond entered inside the complex. "Right, capture slightly important figure, check. Next step..." Hammond walked down the hallway with the still unconscious Zhalia. Should he try it? Nah, that would be for a much later time, and the ideal time was very much not now. The trickster arrived at a split in the hallway and looked down both ways, wondering which way to go. He heard some screaming down one hall and what sounded like the werehyena in another way. Hm...wonder where Vlad is at. Maybe I can introduce her to the place before presenting her to the boss, he thought. Going down towards the screaming Hammond entered an empty room that had a single light with iron floors and walls, with a single chair that sat under the light in the center of the room. Hammond placed down Zhalia on the chair, then snapped his fingers in front of her face to wake her up.
Anthony stopped in his tracks as he heard a low growl. You have got to be kidding me, he thought, slowing his breathing. With no weapons, he did not stand a chance whatsoever. Would running work? Dependent on what was growling. If it was big he could try going through narrow tree lines, but he had nothing if it was small. From just the sound Anthony couldn't tell what it could be, just a growl didn't give away much. It could a lycan, or werewolf, or possibly that giant bear thing in the town earlier. He hoped it wasn't the third option, that thing seemed deadly. Anthony stared in the direction of the growl and counted in his head. One...two...three! Anthony turned in the opposite direction and took off, going at a full sprint. Please let me run into some help. His chances seemed slim, but running into anyone else would be ideal, especially if it were Eline.
Perrin looked up from his writing, seeing the controversy happening in the large cage. He silently watched all of it, and almost got up when it looked like a fight was about to start, but fortunately he didn't have to. He continued his silent writing, and once again stopped as he heard more shouting, but once again it died down. Fighting is the ideal way to kill ourselves, he thought. Is that what some of them want? After wondering for a bit he decided that he was incorrect since no one was dead yet surprisingly. Perrin tore off the current page he had filled and stuffed it in his pocket. Perrin put the pencil to his mouth, pondering on what to put next. After a moment he wrote down the number 10 on the paper and largely bolded it. When he was satisfied, Perrin hung it up on the cage bars and folded it on, holding it up high for mostly everyone to see. After he hung it up, Perrin grabbed his pad again and continued his writing.
Anthony stopped in his tracks as he heard a low growl. You have got to be kidding me, he thought, slowing his breathing. With no weapons, he did not stand a chance whatsoever. Would running work? Dependent on what was growling. If it was big he could try going through narrow tree lines, but he had nothing if it was small. From just the sound Anthony couldn't tell what it could be, just a growl didn't give away much. It could a lycan, or werewolf, or possibly that giant bear thing in the town earlier. He hoped it wasn't the third option, that thing seemed deadly. Anthony stared in the direction of the growl and counted in his head. One...two...three! Anthony turned in the opposite direction and took off, going at a full sprint. Please let me run into some help. His chances seemed slim, but running into anyone else would be ideal, especially if it were Eline.
Perrin looked up from his writing, seeing the controversy happening in the large cage. He silently watched all of it, and almost got up when it looked like a fight was about to start, but fortunately he didn't have to. He continued his silent writing, and once again stopped as he heard more shouting, but once again it died down. Fighting is the ideal way to kill ourselves, he thought. Is that what some of them want? After wondering for a bit he decided that he was incorrect since no one was dead yet surprisingly. Perrin tore off the current page he had filled and stuffed it in his pocket. Perrin put the pencil to his mouth, pondering on what to put next. After a moment he wrote down the number 10 on the paper and largely bolded it. When he was satisfied, Perrin hung it up on the cage bars and folded it on, holding it up high for mostly everyone to see. After he hung it up, Perrin grabbed his pad again and continued his writing.
I'll get a post up with most of my characters tommorow.
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