WilsonTurner

Give Me A Bullet [A Military/Horror/Sci-Fi Story]

@Necrophage@NickTrano
Aye, looking over Necro's CS...

The military wouldn't take the man on. Too many problems, that are too easily exploited. Simply put, the guy isn't tough, the guy isn't adaptable, and the guy needs special equipment in order to move like a normal soldier.

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

So um.
Starting Monday, May 16th, I might not be able to get on nearly as much. as in, I can get on, but no keyboard or PC access, so... posting might almost entirely halt for me.

Just a heads up.

Give Me A Bullet [A Military/Horror/Sci-Fi Story]

I thiiiiink I've lost interested in this. I might not be able to keep up with it, anyhow, since I'm probably not going to have computer access starting Monday.

The Pale Princess

Valence paused for a moment, turning his head partway towards her. Facing away from her as he was, he couldn't really see her, but he kept his head where it was.

"I'm going to... I don't know. Maybe I should turn myself in to you people? Let you have your revenge after all. Maybe just try to delay the Empire. I'm not going to be able to stop them, so I don't know if I should bother. I don't want to see my people fall, whether in a week or in ten. One man cannot stop an empire."

With that, he reached up to grab ahold of some of the small, scaly spikes that ran every few feet down Delphyne's spine. Heaving himself up, he sat himself between the gap of spikes, enough room behind him for a person and a half. Shifting around a little, he settled himself, and then turned back to Elise.

Offering a hand out to her, he said, "Come on, it's a ways away. Nothing like traveling on a Wyvern, anyhow. And hold on."

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr stared after Aleksandra, unsure of what she was doing. It wasn’t everyday that she said something so serious, so… personal? They often talked about other things, usually relating to death in one way or another, but their affection was generally physical.

It lit both warmth and unease in his belly, and the very fact of it set him at even more unease.

Watching her recede into the bathroom, he turned to something more immediate, more material, and much simpler. Striding over to his wardrobe, he threw it open and stared at his assorted weapons collection. Reaching in, he withdrew the one thing that really drew Aleksandra’s interest- the khopesh.

Holding it in his hand, he studied it. A sword whose purpose was primarily offense- it would suit him, since he did not usually go on the defensive. His opponents never had time to force him to the defensive, not when he would press them as much as possible. A good swordsman could bide their time and wait for him to tire out, and many have attempted to do just that- but they usually found their throat held at the tip of his sword before they saw a proper, exploitable opening.

Fitting the khopesh to his hand and swinging it a little, he decided he’d use it. And, of course, Aleksandra is going to help him. The khopesh is not his usual specialty, and will be plenty enough to throw his father off guard.

So, khopesh in hand, he strolled over to his bed and flopped down, waiting for his partner to finish with her self-cleaning.

[Willy & Hailey] Practically Just Some Pigtail Pullin'

@HaleyTheRandom
There ya go
sorry it took so long >.<

You can timeskip over to the parking lot, if you want

[Willy & Hailey] Practically Just Some Pigtail Pullin'

Bernard tried to ignore the heat and the second meanings of some of his words, unused to it. He normally never really talked to people face-to-face- he had some friends, but he didn't see them much anymore. It was nice to have a new one, even just to share coffee/hot chocolate with.

But then again, she was cute... he pushed that thought out of his head. Superpowers are more important right now.

Getting up from his seat, he started getting everything packed up in to-go stuff. Everything wasn't much- he slipped his phone into his pocket, got a paper bag to slip his pastries into, and that was that.

So he jerked his head towards the door, telling Evie, "Well let's go, then. No time better than the present to get started."

And with that, he walked out the door, turning around to push the door open with his back, and waiting for Evie to come. What a gentleman, he was, holding doors for people.

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

Pure? To that I say Ha! If anyone knew his inner thoughts a few of the group might start trembling. He even limits his thoughts more then his actual words. If he had no restraint it would be bad.

@alexfangtalon

That's how the vast majority of humanity is, Alex. Nothing new there.

A Military Horror Experience

@Blue Demon
Point.

The Pale Princess

Valence shrugged, mildly apathetic to her confusion and skepticism. Even if he could feel it wiggling around in his head... he automatically smacked the side of his head, half-expecting to have crushed a bug or something- which didn't make any sense at all, since few bugs survived the upper mountains. But then again, he had been trying to swat at the wiggling foreign emotions.

What has he done. This will get so annoying, so fast.

"I didn't know such a thing was possible either."

Weakly, he turned towards her, forcing a little smile and waving his hands a little, above his head.

"Surpriiiiise."

He shrugged again, dropping his hands.

"You think I know anything? I'm messed up in the head. You try being a human turned demigod, with too much blood on your hands to fully process simply by being alive. You know, maybe the mere act of killing your queen will be enough to tear into the Empire when they come to your doorstep. I'd probably be dead by then, and out of your head, so good things, all around."

He paused for a moment, before lowering his gaze.

"Except your mother, of course. My... nothing of mine is adequate for your loss."

He waited like that for a short time, before started to walk towards the entrance, slipping and sliding his way outside to where his Wyvern now waited.

"Come on, Princess. You're late enough as it is."