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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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@shylarahVictor raised an eye brow at the kid. "What's the problem? Stay here, I'll teach you things that no one on your planet can. I could use your innovation." He clapped Jareth on the shoulder as he went across his lab to a section that resembled a machining shop. There were enough parts and scrap metal for a hundred bioflex prosthetics. "You said robotics eh?"

He picked up a metal, left arm skeleton and shook it in the air, "Let's make some shit." He said with an excited grin.

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"No plan, just sparring." Tsitua answered, making sure the cushions on his gloves were good by lazily punching his fists together. He stepped over onto the mat and began stretching.

Mae gave Amuné a nudge, "Wanna fight him first, or watch us first?" She asked, her tone hinting at the fact that she was itching to fight. She too was putting on gloves with a little fire in her eyes. To Amuné, Mae wouldn't look all that special in chakra, not compared to the others. She'd never had a specific focus or ability. She was fast, strong, and worked very hard. What would stand out to a perceptive chakra user was that despite the lack of an arm, chakras were still flowing through the prosthetic.

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Orion crossed his arms in frustration. His first solo mission, and he was totally lost for what to do first. He went back over to the couch, "I don't want to cause your people trouble, but I might have to stir the pot. If we don't find them, they're going to cause trouble...

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Wolf took a moment to smell the young ghoul. The sound of a long inspiration of air resonated in his mask as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Bart was caught. Blankface's scent was all over him. Wolf blades his stance and looked away, calmly annoyed. With a sigh he spoke to the other ghoul like he wasn't even a person.

"You're lying." Was all he said, letting the long breath he had taken out. His voice was deep and rugged. There was a swish of air and a meaty sound. His kagune was like a blur. By the time it was done, his cloak had already fluttered back down. Bart's head hit the floor before his body did. It rolled, but wolf stopped it under his military quality, black leather boot.

The killer turned a bored expression to a man with gold eyes. In doing so, he popped his neck and allowed his kagune to creep out a few inches from under his cloak. "I suggest you don't waste more of my time. Where. Is. Blankface?"
I'll make sure my next post is longer and more satisfying. I may have shot myself in the foot in making him so battered, but it'll be worth it.
Orion heard the alarm. He could barely move without pain shredding through his entire body, but he managed to pick himself up enough to see the doors open. Three athletic looking people came through the open doorway with silver steaks at the ready. When they saw him, they cautiously scooped him up by the pits of his arms and drug him through he doorway from which they came.

His bleeding body left a red smear in its wake, and the act of being moved was excruciating. The pain had been so bad for so long that he was too tired to even care any more. Tired and disoriented, he kept his head up enough so see his surroundings as he was drug deeper into the campus. The only thing he managed to retain before passing out from blood loss was a girl.

She was beautiful, with long, blonde hair and a face like those girls in the human magazines. Impossible. She had to be a hallucination. No one was that beautiful in person. He shook his head and looked again. They were passing by her, but he could still hardly believe his eyes, who was this girl who looked so different from those around her?

He couldn't stay awake long enough to think about her. The world went dark as she leftbhis field of view.
@Dusksong
@shylarah can I kill Bart?
@shylarahthats fine, as long as you promise to check in! Lol

I'm actually counting on Amuné to feel their deaths. Only subtly though. They're pretty far away, and also I don't need another freak out ._.
I think you mean mouse, not Eric lol.

As for the Upstairs, I'm fully aware you had plans, and you may continue to build them. Wolf won't level the place, but I'm about to show you how he rolls lol. Serious damage and a few casualties is the plan.

As for the ward; the whole point I'm making about the Royals is that they have abilities they shouldn't. Remember how Orion said that wolf seemed to "know" his attacks were coming? That is going to come into play here. This is the part where this thread's intro ends and the reason for Amuné to stick around begins.
Lol, but if she likes Orion enough, she might follow him to the ship where there are a few eligible bachelors... and bachelorettes <.< @shylarah
@shylarah"Of course..." Victor muttered, suddenly lifting his head up as he halted what he was doing. He tossed the circuit aside and began furiously tapping code onto his holoscreen. The equations and code began to form a three-dimensional model of a quantum processor. It was an sphere spiderwebbed with neurofilaments and tiny little components that Victor simply called "brains".

If I take the processors I already made and make them small enough to put into a quantum core, I can link them all together with neurofilaments and let the quantum core run them all simultaneously!" He exclaimed, pressing an activation key that brought his printer to life. The printer was a three dimensional printing device the size of a moving truck that could synthesize any element or molecule on the database and construct an item created in Victor's ultracomputer. It roared with moving parts and the rearranging of atoms into molecules and so on. After a few minutes, a conveyer belt brought out the finished product. The sphere was about the size of a grape and glowed with a soft, blue-white light.

Victor carefully plucked it from the conveyer and held it up. "Maybe you're smarter than I thought, kid." He said, turning back toward his station.

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Tsitua held back, but the word 'magic' was still amusing to him. It gave the idea of their abilities a mystical air. The science of it was measurable though, Magic was an inaccurate term. He let her use it though. Ket had made fun of his word once, and he didn't want to be that guy. "We'll see about that." He said, standing and offering her a hand up.

He led her to the room across the passageway, peeling his shirt off and tossing it aside. This room was obviously a fighting gym. It had everything needed to train in hand-to-hand combat, as well as melee weapons.

He took some gloves from a tub-full and strapped them on. As he did, Mae stepped out of a dressing room in training clothes one would see on earth. She was obviously Lya's identical twin sister, but her hair was naturally scarlet red. She had a horizontal scar that crossed the bridge of her nose and tapered off at her left cheek bone. She had the name 'Eric' tattooed on the left side of her neck, and a character from the demonic language on her left shoulder. The character was not unlike the Japanese character meaning 'fire', but it was crossed like a capitol T and only had one of the two lines in the Japanese one. The biggest difference between her and her sister, however, was that her left arm was a bioflex prosthetic. The bioflex was designed to match the user's anatomy, using insanely durable, yet flexible metal for the skeleton, and a rubber-like material for the muscular structure. Hers was plated with a skin-toned shell that matched her complexion.

Mae handed Amuné a set of clothes for exercise and nodded, "Go ahead and get dressed. We'll have a little fun." She said with a smirk.

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Orion's brow furrowed and he gave Cera an appalled look. "That's not an option. If we wait for something to happen, more people could die. I saw Queen. She was not herself. She was power-drunk. And something was off about Wolf too. Like he knew all of my attacks were coming. I hit nothing but air, even though I'm ten times faster." He said, standing and going to the window. He was checking to make sure there wasn't smoke in the air from something they may have potentially destroyed. He wouldn't put it past them at that point.

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Wolf stepped into the Upstairs with a purposeful stride. He was cloaked, but it was evident that he was heavily muscled benead that blood-stained garment. His ghoul eyes peered over top a stainless steel half-mask shaped like a wolf's muzzle bearing teeth. Choppy white hair rested on his head in a short cut just above his eyes and off his ears and neck. His skin was pale, even for a ghoul, but that was likely due to the fact that he had never been seen in the day time. It was always between Dusk and early morning.

"Tell me.." he said, his voice more like a growl than a human tone as he closed distance between himself and Bart, "where is Blankface?" His eyes were casual, but the looming threat was clear to everyone in the room. His very presence was an expression of danger.

As he waited for an answer, a rinkaku began to poke out from under his cloak. The smooth, almost fluid organ was a rich, bright red with a secondarily reflected shade of royal blue. It seemed to change color as it moved, much like two toned car paint. He manipulated it into a three-fingered claw beneath his cloak. When he got his answer, he would cut off the loose ends. This city would belong to queen.
@shylarah


@shylarahLya giggled at him. Like a kid in a candy shop who wouldn't go to try some. She dropped one arm, keeping the other around his and her body within an intimate distance. Any closer and she would be leaning on him.

"Having issues, big guy?" She called out to the bulky man.

He snorted in response, shaking his head as he began desoldering a piece of circuitry. "The damn thing won't process my algorithms any faster than eight terabytes per one-hundred nanoseconds. Any slower and I might as well be processing through tar." He said with obvious frustration. "I need to get this processor figured out so I can minimize it and start putting it into the new bioflex, or some of us are going to have to keep using this out dated skür, princess." The man liked to curse in celestial, but his pronunciation was poor.

"Well, maybe my new friend can help you." She suggested, winking at the he who's arm she clung to. She gave his upper arm a gentle squeeze and addressed him with emerald eyes that sparkled in the light of Victor's equipment.

"I doubt it. Valkyrie couldn't help me, so how will he?" He retorted.

Lya shot him a look but he was focused. Turning her eyes warmly back to Jareth, she assured him, "He's just mad because light only moves at one speed. Go on, I'll come get you later." She stepped around in front of him, gripped his shirt, and kissed him on the cheek before taking her leave. She walked purposefully slow, allowing her hips to swing a little as she went.

Victor pointed across the room, "If you're going to be here, make yourself useful. I need that hydrogen engine cleaned down to the bolts. Feel free to take it apart as long as you can reassemble it."

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"I have to say," Tsitua began, having placed Coodaudu back in his place, "you're not entirely far from the truth, but it isn't the power that makes angels good and demons bad. It's the use of such power. Sometimes we have to do evil things like kill people to achieve peace, but he angels will not. Angels and demons both share the ability to inhabit the bodies of physical beings, yet an angel will not possess, only augment unless the body has been neglected by its own soul." He leaned in slightly, eyeing her chakras as they had come to a calm that matched that of still water, "It is in the intent, but no one apart from that which is almighty is truly perfect. Even the almighty, I'm not always sure of."

He liked how she saw things. She was skewed in his opinion, but she took things as they were. If only she had a little faith in something out of her control, she might have been potentially the most powerful Seer to date.

He leaned back and crossed his arms, "Enough mind games, in satisfied for the day with them. Can you fight?" He asked.

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The abode was almost too typical of a nosferatu. They always like to make it almost annoyingly obvious that they were immortal. It was a cozey home, though.

He took a seat and waited, all the while wondering if she had nothing but bags and bags of blood in her fridge. He might not have been able to contain his laughter if she did.

"Wolf is one of two minds in the same person. He is also the Blue Demon, but you wouldn't have heard of him. Blue Demon kills quietly, and cleanly. To most, including the CCG, he's just a myth. I have seen him with my own eyes." Orion popped a finger. "If Wolf is her right hand, I was once her left. She only ever let two see her, so she has to have another lieutenant. We need to find out who it is before anything else." He explained briefly, unsure of how comfortable he was with how close she was. He never wore his ring in the field..
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