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The Trooper
STATUS: If I was ever in a death or glory situation, I'd want The Trooper by Iron Maiden play in the background. 7 yrs ago
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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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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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They called her The Rose's Thorn apparently, no doubt due to her ability with plants. He was about to respond when a fire extinguisher came out of nowhere, flying past Thorn girl and straight at Hunter. He leapt to the side, the extinguisher barreling past him. Now he was behind a column, watching two girls fight it out in the hall. A Dance of death. He thought she said something about The Head Director sending an assassin after her specifically, which must mean she was particularly skilled. He pondered whether he should slink away or jump into the fight. No, he decided he would observe the outcome, no use getting bloody until absolutely necessary. He was secretly rooting for the redhead anyway.
He can be with Mairead. Depending on how things go, he may have a threat waiting for the both of them though. But for now he's fine.
Aight, noice.
@TheWindel So Hunter is confronting Mairead right now, I think he got out of the vent before it activated, is that cool? Or does he get sucked back?
This thread has dubs, but they're all really mediocre gets.
Come on, roll trips at least.
Subs, not Dubs
Huh, Color me intrigued.
@Witch Queen My last post was directed at your character Queen, if you couldn't tell :p
Hunter stayed in the shadows and watched the room below spring to life. He noticed several students piling up what seem to be chairs to reach a vent, while others ran around and others simply stood still. He looked around the the network of cross beams above the room and stealthily made his way across them, his boots barely making a sound. It seems no one spotted him leaving or they were just to slow to take the chance to kill him. Either way, he was sure the room would turn bloody soon enough. He reached a small vent above one of the cross beams, hidden away from the rest of the room. He grabbed it and ripped it off, tossing it behind him. He began to shimmy his way through the vents, taking multiple turns and drops. He reached an open vent and saw a red-headed girl pass below him. She was the red headed girl that can summon plants. Dangerous.
He reeled his fist back and smashed it into the vent, which went flying across the hall. He grabbed the edge of the vent and pulled himself forward, falling out and drawing his bow. He rolls to cushion to the 8 foot landing and turns at a combat stance crouch; years of experience leading him to have his arrow already nocked. He stares at the girl silently, who surely would have heard his entrance. His eyes are shrouded by his hood, so she couldn't see his surprise at how cute she was. He snapped out of it and asked
"Friend or Foe?"
He reeled his fist back and smashed it into the vent, which went flying across the hall. He grabbed the edge of the vent and pulled himself forward, falling out and drawing his bow. He rolls to cushion to the 8 foot landing and turns at a combat stance crouch; years of experience leading him to have his arrow already nocked. He stares at the girl silently, who surely would have heard his entrance. His eyes are shrouded by his hood, so she couldn't see his surprise at how cute she was. He snapped out of it and asked
"Friend or Foe?"
Fuck dude, I mean, I thought that whole game was gonna be whiny pretentious hipster bull shit, but then it turns into fucking
Hunter leaned back in his seat as he listened to the surprisingly young Head Director's speech, the majority of his face shrouded in darkness by his wolf head cowl. His Bow and quiver rested against the leg of his chair, his War club hanging off of his belt beside him. His scarred arms were crossed as he listened, enthralled by her speech. He marveled at how young she was, he figured she would be wrinkled at least. But that was not the case as her red eyes probed the room.
"...as young and bright minds of the future, you will lead the new generation of assassins all throughout the world. And one day, you too will represent the name, pride, and doctrine of Riddle Academy."
Hunter pondered this sentence while listening, he wondered if after he graduated he would have some sort of obligation to the academy. It was clear his mentor never attended, Al being well into his 50's by now. He inspected the other students, some looked nervous, other look excited, but there was one red-eyed girl who looked quite bored that caught his eye. Red Eyes. He looked around the room, all students having normal eye colors for their race. But this girl had blood red eyes. Then he looked back at the Head Director.
The Red-Eyed Assassin.
Could it be? There were rumors that the Head Director had a sister, but he never took gossip too seriously. And yet, there she is. Hunter turned his attention back to the Director who had just finished her speech. He clapped with the rest of the school, though he regretted having not paid attention to the last part, which seemed to be particularly inspiring. The room was filled with movement and bustle as the school prepared to find their dorms. Hunter got to his feet and slung his quiver around his torso, taking his bow in his right hand. A passing girl stared at his exposed abdomen with a strange look, eye balling the scar in particular. She was covered in bandages, which was rather strange. Hunter thought nothing more of it and moved along with the crowd, maneuvering deftly through gaps. There was a large noise and The Head Director added one last thing.
“As a new class for a new year, let’s start things off with a literal bang. You are all dismissed and I expect you to be able to find both your dorm room and your roommate before the timer runs out.”
As if to answer her request, the humongous screen behind her used for presentations such as these whirred to life, displaying a red font countdown, the decreasing numbers like stains of blood.
Hunter's body tensed.
The staff was disappearing and the doors were being sealed shut and the tension in the room mounted. Hunter looked around the room and a thought occurred to him.
"They're gonna make us fight our way out of here."
Hunter knew he couldn't have just gotten into this school on the word of the tribe elder, there was a pre-school test.
And it was a fight for survival.
Pretty soon this room is gonna turn into a blood bath and anyone stupid enough to contribute to the fight is in for a rough time. But Hunter wasn't gonna go out like this. He started to slowly weave his way backwards through the crowd, away from the doors and to the edge of the room. He noticed giant wooden beams high above the students, his back hit the wall. The buzz of the room grew, people discussing and contemplating what to do next. He slowly withdrew an arrow from his quiver and tied the end of the coil of rope he always carried with him just below the arrowhead. He silently drew back, his muscled shoulders and arms rippling with the strength of drawback. He aimed the arrowhead at the beam above him and let go. The arrow whizzed through the air, the rope going with it. It hit the wooden beam with a dull thud. The rope hung beneath it, the end just above Hunter's head. He leapt up and grabbed it and started to rapidly climb it, his arms capable of the feat. He was almost to the beam and hoped he wasn't spotted. The chances were slim though, people rarely look up. He reached the beam and threw an arm onto the side of it, fingers gripping the iron braces. He yanked the arrow out of the beam and pulled himself onto it, his arms burning from the effort.
He laid on the beam, breathing with effort. He coiled the rope and clipped it back onto his belt and peeked over to see if anyone had spotted his expedition.
"...as young and bright minds of the future, you will lead the new generation of assassins all throughout the world. And one day, you too will represent the name, pride, and doctrine of Riddle Academy."
Hunter pondered this sentence while listening, he wondered if after he graduated he would have some sort of obligation to the academy. It was clear his mentor never attended, Al being well into his 50's by now. He inspected the other students, some looked nervous, other look excited, but there was one red-eyed girl who looked quite bored that caught his eye. Red Eyes. He looked around the room, all students having normal eye colors for their race. But this girl had blood red eyes. Then he looked back at the Head Director.
The Red-Eyed Assassin.
Could it be? There were rumors that the Head Director had a sister, but he never took gossip too seriously. And yet, there she is. Hunter turned his attention back to the Director who had just finished her speech. He clapped with the rest of the school, though he regretted having not paid attention to the last part, which seemed to be particularly inspiring. The room was filled with movement and bustle as the school prepared to find their dorms. Hunter got to his feet and slung his quiver around his torso, taking his bow in his right hand. A passing girl stared at his exposed abdomen with a strange look, eye balling the scar in particular. She was covered in bandages, which was rather strange. Hunter thought nothing more of it and moved along with the crowd, maneuvering deftly through gaps. There was a large noise and The Head Director added one last thing.
“As a new class for a new year, let’s start things off with a literal bang. You are all dismissed and I expect you to be able to find both your dorm room and your roommate before the timer runs out.”
As if to answer her request, the humongous screen behind her used for presentations such as these whirred to life, displaying a red font countdown, the decreasing numbers like stains of blood.
Hunter's body tensed.
The staff was disappearing and the doors were being sealed shut and the tension in the room mounted. Hunter looked around the room and a thought occurred to him.
"They're gonna make us fight our way out of here."
Hunter knew he couldn't have just gotten into this school on the word of the tribe elder, there was a pre-school test.
And it was a fight for survival.
Pretty soon this room is gonna turn into a blood bath and anyone stupid enough to contribute to the fight is in for a rough time. But Hunter wasn't gonna go out like this. He started to slowly weave his way backwards through the crowd, away from the doors and to the edge of the room. He noticed giant wooden beams high above the students, his back hit the wall. The buzz of the room grew, people discussing and contemplating what to do next. He slowly withdrew an arrow from his quiver and tied the end of the coil of rope he always carried with him just below the arrowhead. He silently drew back, his muscled shoulders and arms rippling with the strength of drawback. He aimed the arrowhead at the beam above him and let go. The arrow whizzed through the air, the rope going with it. It hit the wooden beam with a dull thud. The rope hung beneath it, the end just above Hunter's head. He leapt up and grabbed it and started to rapidly climb it, his arms capable of the feat. He was almost to the beam and hoped he wasn't spotted. The chances were slim though, people rarely look up. He reached the beam and threw an arm onto the side of it, fingers gripping the iron braces. He yanked the arrow out of the beam and pulled himself onto it, his arms burning from the effort.
He laid on the beam, breathing with effort. He coiled the rope and clipped it back onto his belt and peeked over to see if anyone had spotted his expedition.
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