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7 yrs ago
Current If I was ever in a death or glory situation, I'd want The Trooper by Iron Maiden play in the background.
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7 yrs ago
Back on RPG for the first time in like, two years.
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9 yrs ago
Listening to some Aerosmith
9 yrs ago
Working on a new rp.
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9 yrs ago
Sick as all hell, freaking sinuses.

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"Pick it up, let's keep going."

"What bu-"

She was already walking off. Deddoai groans and scoops the cat up, who did not fight him for control. He catches up to her, cradling the cat in his arms. So far this mission was turning out to suck, nothing but an empty city and a damn cat. Why the hell would a cat be here? He sighs audibly as they walk, looking up at their surroundings. The gold structures that glinted made him feel anxious, like this used to be some impressive kingdom wiped out by an unknown force. Then he shook his head, dismissing the childish thoughts. He looks back at Crystal.

"If you're so worried about this thing turning into some kind of monster, let's just toss it off a bridge or something, does it really have to stay with us?" he asked, his boots echoing on the golden ground. They round a corner, Deddoai continually peering into buildings as he passes. He hops onto a ledge and starts to swing the cat around, trying to get a reaction out of it. The buildings whistle with loneliness. He stops a moment and stares at a giant hourglass, it's majesty overlooking the city, almost like a guardian. Deddoai hopped down form the ledge, racing to Crystal side, slowing down as they got to the base of the time device.

"It stays with us, just in case." she replied, walking up to the giant hourglass. There appeared to be a set of stairs next to it. They started up the winding stairs, the sound of wind whistling past them the higher they got.

"Don't you find it odd how selective the creator was? Wind, a cat and yet inside these buildings, there is nothing at all." she inquired, climbing the last of the steps through the roof. The sound of wind was so realistic, Deddoai swore he could feel it blowing at his flames. He peers over the edge of the roof, the cat becoming lighter in his grasp.

"Maybe the creator wanted a big battleground but didn't want to go too specific into the details. Like furniture and the like. Hey, do you think this fall will kill the cat? Seems pretty likely."

He dangles the cat over the edge, waiting for an order to stop. But none comes. The cat just hangs there in his hands, looking at Deddoai. He sighs and pulls it back to his chest. He looks back towards crystal, who just seemed to be gazing at the sky, lost in thought. I hate it when she gets like that, thought Deddoai. Nothing short of an artillery strike can get through to her. He sighs and holds the cat up, his eye sockets staring into its yellow eyes.

"It is odd, though. Just a random cat. What's your story?" he thinks a moment before sitting down tih the stupid thing, petting it. Worst mission on record so far, no fun whatsoever. Trekking through an abandoned golden city with a cat and no enemy to fight. Sighs again, looking about the golden city. Barren rooftops and towers...what a joke.

"Why doesn't this guy just come out and fight already? I'd love to tear this place up..."
I gotta say, I LOVE having an ancient Minotaur talk in Shakespearean.
Tauro


November 18, 3:42 pm

West Commons



Tauro's massive head moved toward the voice, it being a familiar one. He sees Cotton Aries standing next to him, a crisp and rushed being that didn't take much time to appreciate the gift of life or this city. Tauro decided he will change that. Too many beings ran through their lives with hurry and ambition, often missing the little things. Cotton Aries would not be one of them. "God-den, Cotton Aries, how lovely 'tis to see thou again. Come and sit with me and enjoy the children playing and breathe in the crisp air of this wonderful city." He moves over slightly, grabbing his staff, which was as tall as Cotton, and moves it to his other side; making a space for Cotton.
I have edited my post to meet the needs of our lovely GM and a fellow rp member.
Actually, I won't be participating in this after all. Not interested anymore, thanks though.
Tauro

November 18, 3:40pm
West Commons, perusing the streets


Tauro's massive form thuds along, smaller creatures scurrying out of the way. He pays them no mind, him gazing merrily at the buildings around him. Several beings wave to him, recognizing him as a friend and watcher. He waves back, shouting greetings to them. The people of Voldoa filled him with joy, as it was too long he roamed without a home and companions. The Ancient Minotaur stops on a bridge arching over a waterway, his eyes beholding the beauty of it. Several fluttering creatures zoom by his head, he gives a deep, hearty laugh at their antics. He smiles and continues on his way, his footsteps heard all throughout this part of the commons. He stops in front of a sewing shop, he gives a glance at it and crosses the street opposite of it. Green creature children are playing a game along the sidewalk. They stop at his approach, eyeing him fearfully. He gives a toothy smile and says "Hello, gamesome children, prithee continue with thy merriment. I will not bother thou." He nods and sits on the sidewalk, watching them play with a smile.




Tauro

A fifteen-hundred year old Guardian. He's 8 feet tall and pure muscle. Though intimidating he is often friendly and has sage advice for those who speak with him, it might take some thought to understand his words though. He spends his time traveling about the city, a giant oak staff in hand, a sort of community watcher. It's just something he can't help, he was created to guard things after all.


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PROFESSOR OSWALD DENZIL

A middle aged history professor that was recently discovered as a werewolf. He is inquisitive and thoughtful, a delight for intelligent minds. Though he is a Werewolf he has met few other non-humans, so he is somewhat apprehensive of them. He loves libraries and his bowler hat, a scholar at heart.
Hey congrats on the kid and welcome to the guild. It's safer here.
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