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PUSHING DIS RP. IT SHALL NOT DIE.
It happens. Life gets in the way.
The girl came over to him, looking like a curious... well... bird. She tilted her head from side to side as she looked at him, and he began to form plans once again. Her hands reached for him, her weapon seemingly forgotten. He readied himself for action as he regained control of his body. He wiggled his fingers slightly, testing his reaction time and how much dexterity he'd gotten back. It was good enough. When she was close enough, he quickly grabbed hold of her and pulled her close, using the other hand to grab the gun and turn it against her.
"Sorry about this. Let's hope Davor cares about you as much as I hope he does. Otherwise we're both dead."
A sad look settled on his face as he kept the gun on her, using her body as a shield against the sentinel's fire when he came back to the room.
"Sorry about this. Let's hope Davor cares about you as much as I hope he does. Otherwise we're both dead."
A sad look settled on his face as he kept the gun on her, using her body as a shield against the sentinel's fire when he came back to the room.
The darklings had begun to focus on the others... They tried again and again to kill Galen but they quickly learned that it was near impossible to get anywhere close, so they began to opt for possibly easier targets. They began to charge for the other combatants, intent on killing them and absorbing their life force. That was the scariest thing about darklings. Everyone or everything they kill somehow gets absorbed and makes them stronger. They sometimes even fought among themselves and the victor gained all of the energy of those they defeat. He couldn't imagine fighting those powerful darklings. The ones he was fighting now probably hadn't had even a single kill.
I'm still holding out lol... Never even got to play my character for real...
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Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year
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Mind control.... He had a feeling he wouldn't like this class. Swallowing hard, he put away his gardening tools and walked to room 2 for the class.
He was probably going to die. Zech couldn't even try to fight back as Davor dragged him through the doorway. He had forgotten to think. this was his punishment. How could he not have thought the door could be trapped? Hundreds of calculated efforts and orchestrated hacks to incite a rock-wide rebellion and he'd ruined it by getting tunnel vision in the end. So focused on his goal he couldn't see the trap waiting for him before the finish line. Computer integrated or not... He was still human in the end.
His unmoving eyes took in the interior of the room. It was neat and nicely furnished. Zech could have seen himself living in a place like this. In the corner of his vision, he saw a strange vibrantly colored pillow on the bed... no it wasn't a pillow. It was a human/avian hybrid. And she was armed. Great. So now he was trapped in his own body while the sentinel and his... pet...? waited for him to regain control of his body. Feeling was starting to come back to him... And of course, the first thing to hit him was the pain. He felt the throbbing, mind numbing pain of his fractured leg along with the aftereffect of the concussive blast on the rest of his body. A few of his ribs were likely to be cracked as well. He began trying to work through the pain long enough to regain control of the chip so he could turn off some of the pain receptors. It was a trick he learned under the whip of one particularly zealous Graax.
Once he was able to think somewhat clearly, he began looking for ways out of this situation. Based on what Davor said, he'd either make Zech fight, then kill him, or try to hack into the chip and turn him into a mindless body again. Then, a thought occured to him. Davor never removed the plasma cutter from his inside pocket. He had about 20 more seconds before the chip was operational again. The avian girl was of little consequence in terms of getting rid of the leaders, but it was more than likely that she'd shoot him as he shot at the sentinel. Backup was coming, but he didn't know how long they would be. Once the chip gave him back control, he'd pretend to be incapacitated for a bit and wait for reinforcements. If not, the next best thing was to catch Davor off guard and kill him. He'd have to worry about the girl later.
As he counted the seconds to his "awakening", he found himself thinking how strange it was that the sentinel kept something so vibrant and beautiful with him.
His unmoving eyes took in the interior of the room. It was neat and nicely furnished. Zech could have seen himself living in a place like this. In the corner of his vision, he saw a strange vibrantly colored pillow on the bed... no it wasn't a pillow. It was a human/avian hybrid. And she was armed. Great. So now he was trapped in his own body while the sentinel and his... pet...? waited for him to regain control of his body. Feeling was starting to come back to him... And of course, the first thing to hit him was the pain. He felt the throbbing, mind numbing pain of his fractured leg along with the aftereffect of the concussive blast on the rest of his body. A few of his ribs were likely to be cracked as well. He began trying to work through the pain long enough to regain control of the chip so he could turn off some of the pain receptors. It was a trick he learned under the whip of one particularly zealous Graax.
Once he was able to think somewhat clearly, he began looking for ways out of this situation. Based on what Davor said, he'd either make Zech fight, then kill him, or try to hack into the chip and turn him into a mindless body again. Then, a thought occured to him. Davor never removed the plasma cutter from his inside pocket. He had about 20 more seconds before the chip was operational again. The avian girl was of little consequence in terms of getting rid of the leaders, but it was more than likely that she'd shoot him as he shot at the sentinel. Backup was coming, but he didn't know how long they would be. Once the chip gave him back control, he'd pretend to be incapacitated for a bit and wait for reinforcements. If not, the next best thing was to catch Davor off guard and kill him. He'd have to worry about the girl later.
As he counted the seconds to his "awakening", he found himself thinking how strange it was that the sentinel kept something so vibrant and beautiful with him.
Yes, it's still accepting new players. Read through the posts and get yourself up to date with everything that's happened so far. Make a character sheet and if it's accepted you're free to insert yourself wherever you'd like.
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Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year
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Forum: Free Roleplay
"There are quite a few of them... right now, I'm starting to plant the Ginseng. Could you possibly tell me how best to plant the seeds? I know it says so on the sheet, but I figure since you're a ranger and all you might have some real life experience with these plants. Maybe like some kind of communication with nature or something that could help make these grow with the most potency?"
He addressed the new teacher like a friend at first, then caught himself and shifted to a more formal tone. He was never one to feel awkward with new people, but seeing how she called Lady Violetta a thief right off the bat, he wasn't sure how to approach her. He decided to stay safe and go with respectful.
He addressed the new teacher like a friend at first, then caught himself and shifted to a more formal tone. He was never one to feel awkward with new people, but seeing how she called Lady Violetta a thief right off the bat, he wasn't sure how to approach her. He decided to stay safe and go with respectful.
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