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    1. TheMinorFall 9 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current To those who would be interested, I’ve not been on here because I’m trying to establish a role playing server on discord. If you’d like to join me there, my discord is Kai#2189 send me a message!
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8 yrs ago
If you fight monsters for too long, you become one.
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8 yrs ago
Sorry for being absent as of late. But I will be returning in a few days to rp again! See you all then ;P
9 yrs ago
Gearing up to get started with one or two new threads!

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As a role player, I like to play my characters in a way that enthralls others. If I can make people care about my character and what happens to him/her, then I feel I have succeeded. My play style is very much about having fun, but its also about challenging others to make choices and grow their characters.

I am a military member without many ways to outlet the stress of life, so I come to role playing to get away and get lost in the worlds we create. I love to write and I have been doing it for years. I'm not afraid to hop into a super serious, super in-depth thread, nor am I afraid to take part in your typical high school RP. If it interests me, I want to jump in and start driving the story.

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"That was Valkyrie, and I never said grease monkeys were below anyone." she said, wrapping her arms around one of his once he caught up to her. "I'm just saying, if you think that bike was amazing, wait until you see what Victor has cooking in his lab."

They came to the lab, which was a huge, yet cluttered room filled with tech and machinery. At the center was a huge, three dimensional hologram table that served as a 3D monitor to an apparant supercomputer. At it sat Victor, a heavily muscled man with a bioflex prosthetic right eye and choppy blonde hair parted and brushed to one side. As Lya and Jareth entered, he threw a basketball sized piece of machinery at the wall hard enough to obliterate it on impact. He shouted a curse and started piecing together a new one.

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Coodaudu tilted his head and scoffed. "Sharing a body is not like the visual entertainment of Earth portrays it. We are symbiotic. I said that already. Do try to pay attention, human." he replied, annoyed. Tsitua cautioned him in demonic before he regained his manner and continued. "When he acts, we both act, we are as one person with like minds. However, if he became complete, I would be cast out and left to find another, as I have done many times since the creation of your dimension. I would find another."

Amune's next question seemed to intrigue the demon. He knew of Amune's opinion of angels and demons and things from which the human race had based most of its religion. "You mean why they call us the Vassal of Death?" he asked rhetorically. He let out a skull-shaking laugh, "And what could the likes of you possibly gain from this knowledge, non-believer? Can your feeble, opinionated mind even accept the truth? You are not ready!" he laughed again, but it was an angry laugh, an insulted laugh. Coodaudu had obviously heard Amune's statement about her views, and was offended by the fact that she refused to believe that what was right in front of her even exsisted. At least, that was how he saw it.

Tsitua drew the demon back in. It took alot of effort, but he retracted the demon and relaxed his posture, "Apologies, he's still butt-hurt over you saying that angels and demons and God weren't a thing. To answer your question, they say we serve death because that is precisely what we do. Vatchious, the Angel of Death, is our... I guess, Commanding Officer is the best comparison."

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Orion was hardly even a blur at the speed he moved to get within intimate distance of Cera, only to grab a fistful of her shirt and slam her against a building. The act cracked some bricks, but it was little more than a firm plant against a wall to a vampire. "What the hell are you doing, going out like that with Wolf on the loose in the city?" he asked in a hushed, yet intense tone, "Do you realize how dangerous that was? Your scent was on me when they attacked. If they had come across you out there they might have-- nevermind." He set her down, calmed by the fact that she was evidently okay. He breathed a sigh and hugged her quickly. He didn't have many friends, and of those few, he wanted them all to stay alive. "Listen, we need to talk, but here isn't the place. take me to your residence." he suggested.

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Cain looked over the bodies, his NI recording everything he did and saw. This was the MO of a demon, not a ghoul. There was no evidence of biting or chewing, and no parts were missing. They were still alive too. They had been mutilated with such finesse that they were still alive. If Cain had possessed the sense for it, he might have appreciated the art of it. However, he knew how his leader would react to him leaving humans in such a state. He killed them all with sharp blades to each person's cerebral cortex. There was no pain to the ending of their lives b his hand. There was no need for them to suffer any more than they had. He continued on his mission, the image of the girl from before a splinter in his thoughts. @shylarah
*plops* night then
Visions are carried through space and time, not chakra. You can't block visions@shylarah
@shylarah you mean jack in the box??
"Well, that's the thing, you don't have to induce fission to use chakra. That's just one of the implications. And I think I misspoke, chakra doesn't really hold atoms together so much as... how can I say... I guess the best bad way to explain it is that they provide the force that subsequently fuels the 'strong nuclear force' as you call it. Chakra is the energy behind all things. We believe chakra to be what lit the fuse of what humans call The Big Bang. Interesting stuff though." She responded. The second part of what he said was, well, brilliant. "That's good, if I can contain and direct the magnetic forces, that'll do the trick..." she went off into an area where her pile of junk was and began to sift through it for parts. Her mind was on her work now, as if nothing else was going on around her.

Lya smiled, happy that it was over, but also excited to become relevant to Jareth's attention again. She stepped up to him and gave him a light, playful nudge. "She's a grease monkey compared to her brother." She said, "Let me take you to Victor to see a real genius at work. Maybe he can teach you a thing or two." She flashed a smile that only someone with the beauty of born royalty could have and started toward the next hallway.

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Tsitua didn't bother to answer her question, it was easier just to show her. He took a moment to focus, giving Coodaudu any leeway still made him nervous, but at least he wasn't letting the demon out. To Amune's eyes, a blue flame would ignite over the hybrid's body. From that flame, a figure would rise as if standing from the sitting position the leader was in. It took a humanoid form, but it was clearly far from human. It was a man made of that blue fire; a metaphysical embodiment of heat, Coodaudu. "Our bond," the demon explained, "is symbiotic. I attach to his Tsitukaiza's soul, and evade destruction. He feeds from my power to add to his own when necessary."

It knelt down, phasing through obstacles with its metaphysical form and leaned closer. He seemed to be made of energy, but he had a dental arrangement and structure similar to Ziika, and his eyes were blacker than the inky fabric of empty space. "A piece of him is broken and missing, so I shall fill the gap until he finds it." Coodaudu's voice was like a cross between the growl of a beast and the roar of a blazing inferno. He was obviously powerful beyond anything Amune could have experienced to date, and yet he was chained by the resolve of Tsitua's mental and metaphysical strength.

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Orion nodded, hiding the worry in his heart, "Yes, I need you to get ahold of her right away, and find out where she is and what she's doing. Tell her I want to meet up and talk about what to do about the Royals." He considered, for a moment, if it was wise to get Bart involved in all of this. What if something happened to him? He concluded that, as a ghoul, this would be something that could effect him in the future anyway. He decided he wouldn't let Bart get too close to this, but for the time, he was a good resource.

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Deep in the heart of the city, a man in a pinstriped suit moved against a crowd on their way to various jobs and appoinments and the like. The man smiled, flashing several sets of fangs that no one seemed to notice. He ran a hand over his slicked, black hair as he chuckled out of no where, "Your move, mister 'Vassel of Death'." he said.

Below him, the coven of magic users who had transported the group before all hung upside down from their own entrails that where nailed to the ceiling by bones surgically removed from their limbs. Their hearts hung from carefully opened chest cavities... still beating.

Kabuto chuckled again and looked up to the sky, "Come out to play, little soul-harbor..."

@shylarah
I guess I can let it pass this once...@shylarah
@shylarah actually I'm disappointed in you for playing 4th edition rather than 3.5. Shame on you lol #oldschoolisbetter
@shylarahValkyrie giggled, amused by his lack of understanding of what was such a simple science to her. "Magic? No, it draws from the ambient energy around it. We call this energy chakra. See, chakra is the energy within all things on a metaphysical level. It's the force that holds atoms together, and the force exerted when they split that causes the explosion. An atomic explosion is the uncontrolled chakra of an atom being released with no direction. We are able to direct that energy and control its flow. Once you can do that, you simply focus your chakra in your hands and allow the ketsumite within the handlebars to absorb and direct it to the engine where it's collected and redirected into a chamber that changes the metaphysical energy into plasma by infusing them into living matter; the synthesized nerve cells that make up the network that electrical wires would make up in a normal piece of machinery. This enormous amount of electricity is directed into a simple but powerful electronic motor that does the rest." She was pointing out the parts as she went. "There are two maghold emitters in the seat and wheels.The first one is what I call 'negative' maghold. It provides a push that keeps the seat and wheels off the rig. The second maghold keeps them close, thus eliminating the need for shock absorbers and providing a ridiculously smooth ride. There's another set of magholds that replace the need for axles that are hooked up to the AI. She tracks the activation of the accelerator and brakes and creates powerful, alternating magnetic fields that turn the wheels and also provide brakes. She's also able to brake or accelerate for you if needed. The bike can literally drive itself for you."

She finished her explanation with a scratch of her head. "Only problem is I need to find a way to contain the magnetic acceleration fields or they'll attract any ferrous metals within fifty meters." She added with a frustrated sigh.

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"Whatever happens, just know he won't hurt you. He's a good demon." Tsitua said with a smile. He had, in fact, trained Coodaudu on how to act, knowing the demon didn't want to be evil.

"I'll need a moment, I'm not as efficient at this as you may be. In the mean time, focus only on us. There are chakra blockers in this room so you won't be able to feel the others unless you're on my level, but likewise, they can't mess with you. You are safe here." He added, getting into his meditation posture.

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Orion nearly impaled the other ghoul when he landed. He retracted his kagune so fast the boy likely hadn't noticed the act at all. Great, a fanboy. He thought with a mental sigh. "That mask is a symbol of someone I once was." He said, reminiscent of his past. "I understand your excitement, but do not idolize Blankface. He was a criminal. My name is Orion." He placed a hand on the ghoul's shoulder. Now that he knew what he was, the boy seemed like a distant, young relative. Like a cousin, or perhaps a nephew. "Know me by my true name, not the one branded by the CCG." He added, giving Bart a thoughtful look.
Here's my original drawings of him. For the sake of the thread, omit the name tattooed on his neck. The second drawing is to display his kagune. He has a unique Ukaku with rinkaku properties.




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