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Current I'll tell you what's wrong with society. No one drinks blood from the skulls of their enemies anymore.
4 yrs ago
“Fortune helps the intrepid and abandons the cowards. I am the daughter of a man who did not know of fear. Whatever may come, I am resolved to follow that course until death.” ― Caterina Sforza
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4 yrs ago
History Fact: Caterina Sforza was a complete badass, who whilst under siege made a point of bombarding the houses of her enemies from the walls of her castle.
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4 yrs ago
If it makes you feel better, I'm still on stick figures.
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4 yrs ago
If you mean the Uplift War by David Brin, it's available on Amazon for 7.99 in mass paperback.

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@Ninian
Jinx

“You slept through the wedding.”

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

“Nah. Just screwing with ya. You got run over by someone I’ve termed “ultra-jerk” and blacked from the pain, and your friends here press-ganged me into helping. And what can I say, I’m a sucker for damsels in distress.” That and the look on his face when he noticed the bandages. That was going to be gold.

“Anyway, right now we’re making a hasty exit because in the course of your treatment, good old Dr. Jinx might have ordered a few dozen minor, pesky, stupid little laws broken by his faithful, intelligent and downright brilliant really assistant, nurse Houndoom.”

Jinx tossed a casual glance at his canine partner in crime.

Houndoom was preening at the words.

More shouts. Music to his ears really, this was what it meant to be alive!

“And now we’re running even faster from security!” Jinx chirped happily.
@Ninian
Jinx

“Yeah. Well. Believe it. Take it from someone whose broken a bone or two in his time, willing it away isn’t an option.” Jinx’s voice was bright, as if he was discussing a good career prospect, a streak of good weather or the fact that someone he didn’t like had just been pushed down a flight of stairs. Really, the voice lent itself to many things.

But the cheery, chirpy tone being used to describe grievous bodily injury was roughly equivalent, in terms of logic, to the existence of the Kanto Atheist Choir. Who were evidently quite talented, if those posters he’d seen plastered around the region during his death-or-glory run were any indication.

Jinx kneeled down, tried to grab hold of the man and set him against his shoulder-and

Nopenopenopenopenope

That was not working he was going to slip and break something else and then he’d be on the hook for medical bills. He’d have to rob a bank. And not just for fun. For work.

Work was never fun.

“....Right. So.”

Bridal style then. With a grunt, a heft, and a glare at anyone watching, Jinx impelemented the only solution he could see.

“.....I know this is tragic and all, but watching him wake up is gonna be a treat.” He glanced at Houndoom. “.....I don’t suppose you could work a camera with your paws huh?”

Boom. Crash. Shouting.

“So uh right we shouldbegettingoutofhererightnowIhearthePokemonCenterisnice.” Security. Crap.

Jinx strode forwards, much faster than any man carrying another man, when said man’s form could be described, at it’s most manly as ‘lithe’ should.
@Ophidian

I mean you can stay but I'm not going to nag you anymore. I really hate doing that, which is why I typically don't. If you want to post, post. If you don't, don't. Roleplay is supposed to be one of those things you want to do. If you're just not feeling it, or if you don't have the energy, I'm not going to make you do it. I'll reply with Pent whenever you get around to posting, but at this speed nothing will ever happen. That's really my only concern.


Understandable.

I'll see if I can't clear some of my other obligations then.
@Ophidian

I posted 15 days ago :(

If you need to drop let us know.

Sorry. I don't want to drop, but at the same time, I don't want to keep you all waiting-and for some reason or another, it's hard as hell to sit down and write something out.

I'm still willing to stay. It's normally at the end of the day I have time to write, and it's...hard to find the energy then. Job is one of those draining, grindy-types.

That said, if you're fine with it, I'll stay in. With the caveat that if it takes me more then three days to respond, you my permission to hassle me endlessly.
So, I've been assured that this RP is now open for new players.
Asking clarification before I start on my sheet (which, to be fair is mostly finished).
Are we allowed starters from any of the Regions?


Everyone, meet Grif. He's a good friend of mine, and he's been looking for a Pokemon RP. Sooo...

...also I kinda sorta begged him.
Nevermind. You waited long enough.

24 days...jesus where did the time go.

Post is up, and I honestly didn't think it'd been that long.

I'll try to keep up more in the future.

And...we have been losing players. I know some guys and gals who might be interested. I'll hit 'em up.
@Ninian

Jinx


"Riiiiiight. I'm sure 'Houndie will be along right quick." The thief look back down at the....well, the words that came to mind were 'quivering lump of human' that had until recently, he assumed, at least going from the, admittedly, pretty flash clothing and the downright bitchin' cane, a fairly coherent member of the human race. The whole thing screamed 'respectable' but not 'hey look I'm a raging bastard with money steal from me and balance the scales of cosmic justice'.

And hey, he wasn't bad-looking.

Some distant part of him chided him for that remark, the same part that still sighed like the most disappointed and put upon grandmothers in existence whenever he dared to have the slightest bit of fun. All it seemed to say, all disapproval and exasperation was, perhaps, a moment of medical crises was not the moment to be drawing blood from one particular part of the body to another particular part of the body.

.....

Okay.

Maybe he shouldn't be oogling the dude who had, if he didn't miss his guess, literally passed out from pain. Let alone while his pokemon were watching.

Let alone while his pokemon who could speak and possibly read minds were watching.

They were watching right?

....Yeah they were probably watching.

....So no oogling. Jokes were probably a bad idea too. Going through his pockets was just in bad taste (and he did have some taste! Somewhere. Maybe.) And disinterestedly eating some donut holes was probably a bad idea too.

.....

Hurry up Houndoom.

Thankfully, a fire alarm, some angry screaming, and a the sound of a small crowd scattering presaged the arrival of his ever-faithful Houndoom, practically galloping through the opening created by the skittish (it must be noted that Jinx, who stole things from high security vaults and dodged bullets for a living, had a strange definition of skittish that had little to do with how most of humanity, which is to say rational people, defined it. The nearest translation is 'not suicidal') crowd, medical kit...and necklace that Jinx didn't recall owning but most certainly owned now, in hand.

The thief clapped his hands together.

"Alright alright alright! Now we're in business!"

Houndoom, tail wagging, eyes gleaming with the special sort of 'aren't a little tricksie one' spark, and a slightly slobbered upon medical kit clasped in his vice-like jaws, crashed to a halt in front of the thief, and said thief's somewhat unorthodox client. With a devil-may-care-but-I-most-certainly-do-not smile, Jinx kneeled down and pried the kit from his partner-in-crimes mouth...and silently pocketed the necklace. With a mouthed "Good boy", Jinx stood back up and...well, did his best to channel the docs on that soap opera he watched whenever he was unbearably bored.

First thing first. The legged looked a bit..rigid. Rod. Probably had a rod in it. So no broken bones to worry about. That's good.

(Lucky thing he'd faked something like that as a cover story-metal detectors were truly, a sign that evil existed upon this world)

So. The problem really was pain. With a sympathetic 'tch', Jinx clicked open the kit and grabbed a syringe of that drug that had become his best friend whenever he had to contend with the countless small cuts that came with jumping through a window. IF you thought paper cuts were bad....

Well. Still probably wasn't as bad as what this poor SOB had to go through. He'd need to find a vein. Nearer to the source of what was presumably unbearable pain, the better.

.....

Well. His pokemon were either going to be understanding, or they were going to kill him for this. Without a word, Jinx rolled up the unfortunate trainer's pant leg, felt a few moments for a vein-and then commenced with everyone's childhood nightmare.

Okay. Painkillers covered. Now he needed to bandage it up a bit.

"So. Bad news." He said, to the man in unbearable pain and all-around incapable of hearing him. "I uh, don't really have the luxury of picking and choosing what kinda bandages I get. Picked this up a children's hospital. I uh, hope you like rainbows and obscenely cute pokemon. Because...well."

He pulled a roll of bandages, decorated with patterns that might be fairly called 'disgustingly cute'. "Yeah...." Rather then carry on the painfully one-sided conversation, the thief just started to make his client's leg possibly the most untastefully decorated thing in the entire airport.

"And...there. I've got some ice too. If that doesn't do it....and you can't hear me at all and I'm going crazy. Neat."

Jinx turned to regard the as-yet-unnamed client's pokemon. "So uh, he's still not gonna be walking out of here. And I sorta consider this an investment. I can, y'know, carry him if you like."

.....Honestly he really just wanted to see the guy's face when he woke up and saw the bandages on his leg.

That was going on the 'net.
Right, I'll have a post out tomorrow!

I had to catch up with....literally all the things this week. And I've finally got through the stuff I was even more behind on.

And since I greatly suspect I'll have alot of shifts next week, the week after that I get to do it all again!

Yay.

@Ninian

I am so, so unbelievably sorry about the wait. I've been left hanging before and it's awful. I'll make damn sure to make up for-at least the size of my opening post, I think.
I've been plugging away at a post, I just had a three day streak of 12 hour shifts to get over.
@Ophidian

On...?


I've got some concepts I could use, yeah.

And this pretty boy pic has burning a hole in my metaphorical pocket.

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