Vilhelm

Vigil!

I am still here, but as it says in my Sig', I don't manage to post very often outside of weekends. ^^; Last month of school is especially busy for me- But by the tenth of next month, Summer will have started! And I'll be much more frequent with my posts. For now, I fear to say, this will mostly be a weekend-post RP for me. However, I will manage one today. ALSO.

To anybody who was interested, but has not yet posted.

I'm sending you PMs.

If you do not reply by Saturday, or reply and tell me you are dropping out... Your characters will be violently murdered.

Vigil!

That is a fantastic gif. And who are we missing, postwise?

Vigil!

The posts that you people consider to be short and bad are bloody magnificent and long. e.e It's pitiful, the GM is going to have a hard time keeping up with his underlings. *Cries*

Now all of you get back to work on building my death ray. Make sure it's built strictly to code and won't fucking explode at the touch of a button. We're doing this right. Ground all electrical components, shield all weaknesses properly, don't leak the bloody blueprints.

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Slots are now full.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

There we go~

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

It was just about the time that Jek asked his own question of the injured mercenary that Tasi made himself known.
"Do avoid shooting me, Asari. I rather like my envirosuit in tact."

This was, of course, a second or so before the Quarian's tac-cloak deactivated with a soft beep, form coming into view sitting lazily on what was left of the bar, rifle laid out across his knees, tattered cloak giving him a rather interesting look, compared to the usual clean-cut Quarian style. It was impossible to tell where his eyes were pointing, the visor of his helmet so dark that not even the usual glow of eyes could be seen- But from the direction of his head, it could be assumed that he was taking in the mercenary they were.... Questioning.

"More importantly than how is why, I think. I mean, all of us here have track records a mile long, I'm sure- And I doubt there's one of us in the room that hasn't been pegged as a complete boshtet at least once. But to try and kill -all- of us takes brass balls. And -you-, bloody one, just knocked yourself out with yours."

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

By gods, I've gone and missed like thirty posts. e.e Ughhhh. Catch up time.

Vigil!

OKAY. I got the post up. It's short and a little crappy but it's up. I was rather busy this week. But my health has returned to me, as has my focus. I shant take so long to post again from here in. Once again, I apologize for how long it took this time.

Vigil!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xpk7E5AcLzA

Alexei stood with his back to his office, arms crossed loosely in front of his chest and gaze sweeping over the cityscape outside his window. -His- city. A calm look was cast over his features. But the set of his shoulders suggested he was anything but calm. He was furious- Absolutely fuming, beneath the calm facade he put over his face. The past night, he had watched fire sweep across his city. Consuming flames, gnawing away at those who had trusted him to protect them. How many loyal men and women had burned last night, he wondered...

And now, some of his most trusted advisers and workers awaited their turns talking to him. Nearly everybody of import was in his waiting room... Which meant he was in for a lot of explanations. He only hoped none of them were here to give him pointless excuses, to try and save their own necks- For that was a sure way to lose their heads, in Alexei's presence. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh and straightening his suit, turning about and making his way towards the door. A shove of his foot on the way rolled the heavy punching bag away from the middle of the room. It thudded against the wall, leaving a trail of sand in its wake from where he had split it the previous night taking out his frustrations- An activity made all the clearer by the bruises and split skin that covered his knuckles, roughly bound in gauze that was now crusted with dry blood, taking away from the neat look of the rest of him.

Rather than calling for his secretary to let somebody in, Alexei pushed the double doors of his office open personally, letting them swing wide as he cast his gaze from person to person, and jerked his head back into the room behind him.
"All of you come in. I expect to hear about last night's fire- In detail."
The only sign of his rage outside of the set of his shoulders was the slightest bit of accent he let slip into his usually well-measured voice. The Russian burr was normally suppressed in public, lest his mood was foul... Something his underlings would know oh so well, had they listened to him on more than one occasion.

Trusting the lot of them to follow, Alexei strode back to his desk, pushing his chair aside and standing behind it rather than sitting, spreading his hands on the wooden surface and staring down at the dozens of papers that littered it. Most were messages about last night- And none of them were remotely informative on the matter.
"Once we finish here, somebody get a hold of Zhukov. I want to see the lab for myself."

Vigil!

*Apologizes profusely* I swear I'm trying this is bad I know. If I can't work out a collab with Riddle by tomorrow I'll do a solo post and we can go from there.