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3 yrs ago
Current Remember, nobody actually enjoys roleplaying if there isn't at least five shameful fetishes uncovered by the 2nd page.
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5 yrs ago
Somebody stole my mood ring. I don't know how to feel about it.
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5 yrs ago
Let's be honest, it's far more satisfying and challenging to actually imagine what a character looks like than paste a hundred gifs of a celebrity and call it good.
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5 yrs ago
So, a team of players who are good at playing as a team in a team-based game are individually bad players. Seems kind of silly when you put it like that, no?
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5 yrs ago
My goal these days is to have an RP that can actually finish, or the very least, last a few years. I see way too many die on page one to take chances
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And there we go, krogan 1 is on board. I wanted to get it in before I vanished for the next few hours.
Ellis confirmed he was okay, and expressed concern over the loose cannon Rykarn had subdued. Considering she immediately carried on like nothing happened, like the past two minutes were but a fever dream, the krogan simply shrugged, holstering his weapon as calmer heads prevailed. Lumbering on the scene was another krogan, an older and no doubt distinguished one, that prompted Rykarn to nod respectfully at his kin. It was good to see another krogan, especially if this was a potential job offer... or an ambush. Life was full of mysteries, that much was certain.

The batarian Ja'Far was trying to regain damage control of the situation, which so far had been somewhat less than effective. Rykarn felt for the guy; he was getting rather agitated. Before Rykarn could address the guy, a new voice caught his attention with a commanding and very assertive tone of voice that suggested he was none too happy about the situation. The krogan immediately took notice of the N7 designation on the armour; Alliance special operations. He could never remember what the number meant, since he'd only ever seen N7 or N5 marines running amok during the war, but it didn't much matter; this human was clearly the one who invited them all here. To what end?

Why are you surprised the 'krogan gun-for-hire' was the reasonable one? You know enough about me to think I'm worth meeting. Rykarn mulled over with a terse smile, not wishing to interrupt the potential new client.

A turian joined the human, evidently partners, and there was nothing about his armour that gave the krogan a clue of what he represented. He was a disciplinarian, like most turian officers, a no-nonsense sort that called people under his command out on their inability to perform adequately. It was grating at first when Rykarn first was deployed alongside turians, but the results paid off; turians were excellent fighters who aimed to completely destroy the enemy down to a man if they could get away with it. They didn't break or shy away from hardship, they just got more pissed off and resolved. It was admirable.

And the truth came out; Spectres. There was always a hunch, but Spectres weren't always obvious until they started pulling strings. Anderson and Partinax, an odd couple. Rykarn suspected that the two of them weren't as chummy as they appeared at first glance; they both seemed to be dealing with the situation in very different ways and alternating with their approach. He knew from working with Phrixus that Spectres usually preferred to operate independently, and these two didn't seem like they'd been meshing together for years. For one, Anderson was still pretty young for a human, and it wasn't until the last months of the Reaper war did the Council start appointing more than one human Spectre.

The job offer was laid out pretty plain; risk your life for lack of compensation, recognition, or incentive past being a good person. That wasn't what interested the krogan; wherever Spectres went, interesting things were to follow. It sure beat the hell out of clearing rubble and breaking up looters for a meager wage. It really wasn't a choice at all.

And so, Rykarn stepped forward next to the geth.

"You two know who I am, this lot doesn't. Rykarn of clan Ravanor, heavy weapons specialist. I'm in on one condition, and that's salvage claim. Anything worth while discovered in the field, I want a potion of the profits that come with it. I know personally you Spectres pay fast food wages." Rykarn said, grinning ruefully.
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Serena can down Ryncol I'll have you know!

She'll immediately pass out.

But she can!


I think if she tried to drink that, she'd be shitting blood for a week.
I'm super fuckin tempted to post T_T I'm crying inside XD

THE FRUSTRATION! ARGH!!! *shakes fist in the air*


I have to say, @Dervish, I am enjoying Rykarn's bored/exasperated tough guy routine way too much ^_^


Thanks! He's young for a krogan, but he's basically the Danny Glover "I'm too old for this shit" kinda guy at the moment haha.

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This. Rykarn is, as of now, the shit.


Aww shucks.
With this in mind, Sagax is gonna take a page from Connor Kenway's book and run around and loot the fallen Kamal for a chance at finding the key skin their pelts to sell at a store later.


Fix'd. ;D
And just like that, the world went stupid again.

An asari who had been hiding somewhere made her presence known with a torrent of mockery geared towards the local population. The forced friendly disposition, the indecipherable slang, and the bombastic presentation were enough to lend an air of surrealism to the already tense situation. Other than being loud and obnoxious, at least she wasn't adding to the tension in the-

"-GET GETH DOWN GET DOWN!!!"

Fuck.

The asari pushed through to get towards the geth, which introduced itself as Phalanx and thus was asserting itself as more than an uncomfortable part of the decorum, and before long, a gun was in her hand and opening fire on the synthetic. The krogan clenched his teeth and sprang into action, not out of love for preserving the geth's integrity, but to avoid drawing in every police office in a two block radius.

Rykarn charged, bowling into the asari in a hugging charge and forcing her to the platform, grabbing hold of her weapon carrying wrist. "Enough! Were you in a coma the past year?" He snarled, inches from her face. A hand shot out, pointing towards the geth. "That is not an enemy. It was invited here, just like the rest of us. Keep your weapon to yourself, because the next time that happens, I'm not going to be gentle." he said, pushing himself away from the asari, his sidearm now in hand. "If this place isn't swarming with police in the next ten minutes, consider yourself lucky. Did you forget we're in downtown London?"

Interestingly, Rykarn noticed that Ellis had put himself in the way of the asari's gunfire to protect Phalanx. It was unexpected; ex-Cerberus but putting his life in danger to save a geth, of all things. Maybe he actually had genuine intention to reform. "You hurt?" he asked the human.
I'm just going to do a quickie post to stop the gun fire.

Then we can carry on.

I will apologize in advance if Rykarn's actions would have had a retaliatory response, @Rithy, I'm not going to injure Vella, just mildly restrain her weapon until she calms down.

Lemme know if that's an issue!
@Rithy We're still supposed to be characters Spectres selected for a mission. Hot headed and impulsive stuff like setting off explosions and shooting guns in a busy city is starting to strain that premise.

I get the humour aspect, but yeah. Let's not make the GMs' lives hell trying to justify things.
It sounds like people want krogan intervention.

I was going to wait a few more posts before my turn, but yeah, if nothing else is done, I am going to have krogan stop asari from being a dum dum.

But seriously, starting things off with an explosion and shooting at other characters is getting silly. The GMs haven't even had a chance to reply.
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