Dragoknighte

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Going to try to get a post up by the end of the weekend. If I did it now it would probably be shite. Kinda out of sorts atm.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Nor

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:Magnus

"That's what ye get with most adventurin' groups, lad. Buncha weirdos and outcasts trompin around together, drawin attention from just how wyrd they be. Reckon that if ye aren't either of those two things ye wouldn't be muckin about with fighting monsters and traveling all the time." Nor took another bite out of the bland, crunchy bread and eyed the newcomers to the tavern who happened to be the people that had left just a short while ago. The only marked change was that the broad the big guy was carrying was now on her feet. Wherever they ended up going must have fixed her major malfunction.

However, the big one's mention of there being potentially another undead attack soon and this was a still before the quake made the dwarf grumble a bit. Now he'd have to make sure Dorka was properly protected, get out his fighting gear from his cart and possibly get in that highly effective, but also hot and heavy armor. It was all such a pain in the ass, especially since he might be gone before any such undead attack would occur. That was one more reason to hate this dangleberry of a town.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

6:47AM
_{Royal Family ETA: 36 Hours}

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@Lady Amalthea"I'm not a contractor, Sunie," Florina replied with nary an ounce of levity to be found in her tone of voice or facial expression.

"And even if I were, I'm not sure I would be able to source work from either of your sisters and without always keeping my eye on them. No offense." Today Florina wore one of her business gowns that were growing more popular among corporate women these days. Said gowns consisted of a top mimicked that the jacket of a suit with a wide, deep v-shaped neckline filled in with an undershirt and tie matched with a voluminous, if plain full length skirt made of the same fabric as the bodice. Florina pulled up a shoulder that was beginning to droop before stepping up closer to the counter.

"I know your shop's is likely overburdened at the moment, but I was wondering if you would be open to take a special commision." Despite making a statement, the last portion of the sentence was made as if asking a question.

@Nallore"I'd rather wear a hat for the rest of my life, than embrace the wreckage under here" Lenard said, pointing at the top of his head before he took a sip of coffee left unaltered by cream or sugar.

"Today's going to be a long day. After this, my schedule's filled to the brim with meetings that end with not quite enough time to get to the next meeting. I'm going to be running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Must be nice being able to work from home, huh? Just get to sit around in your underwear all day." Lenard looks deep into the cup of coffee, as if contemplating whether he should toss back the entire mug despite the fact that the liquid was roughly 200 degrees fahrenheit.

@FantasyChic"We're not going to be here long. It's just going to be a couple of questions." The younger of the two cops asserts when Kimber asks them to take a seat. He glances to the side and notices the death in Brandon's eyes, but returns his gaze back to Kimber without acknowledging it.

"There's been a murder not too far from here, and we have reason to believe that the suspect might have been here shortly before the incident occurred," the older cop explained. He hadn't dropped eye contact once after establishing it, and his gaze was hard like flint. His expression remained neutral, but there was something off about it that was nearly impossible to describe. "Last night did you notice anything suspicious or particularly out of the ordinary for your establishment?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Taxicab

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Mali rubbed her eyes as she left the taxicab. She'd been up since the wee hours of the morning, and it was starting to get to her. If something didn't rouse her soon, she wouldn't be surprised if she started to nod off within the next couple of hours.

That thing was a goat. What the hell was a goat doing in California? Mali had never seen a goat (or any kind of livestock for that matter) in person, and for one to just casually show up and ram Relic to the ground struck her as the oddest thing to happen all day. Long running conspiracy controlling the construction of the city she was currently living in? Not surprising considering the evidence they had to deal with. Drive by shooting killing like a dozen people? Well they were in the hood. Crazy assassin coming for a crazy mental patient? ...Alright, that was pretty weird, but a goat living just outside a major city in California. So distracted by the goat was she, that Mali almost missed the introduction. Half a second passed before her eyes widened in recognition of what was going on.

"Oh, sorry," Mali smiled sheepishly and shook Zoie's hand firmly. "I've just never seen a goat before." Her eyes flitted back to the goat, hoping that Juniper wasn't thinking of charging her as well. The last way she wanted to spend the evening was dodging goat attacks.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@FantasyChicDAY 7

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyne & Nor

Location: Temple & Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:Yomdi & Ntaj

"But he didn't," Cyneburg interjected. She stepped forward and offered a hand to help her stand back up. Looked like that feeling Cyne had was completely correct. The trend of the craziest sounding old masters being the wisest continued to hold true. She had no idea what he did to create that wind, but evidently sucking out all the bad wind did indeed cure her. Somehow. Perhaps she could learn how to do that with her Control Wind spell? That particular venture was stuck under a mental rock for later investigation.

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Nor felt himself get more and more aggravated with each word that came out of Thomas' mouth. It was one thing to essentially talk behind the backs of others right to their faces, but another to also throw in words in common for no discernable reason. He almost leaped across the table to grab that pompous kid by the shoulders, drive him to the ground and then repeatedly slap him in the face saying Speak. The. Language. Everyone. Else. Is. And. Get. To. The. Godsforsaken. Point. But he was a dwarf who prided himself on his relatively short list of criminal charges, and this shitdump was the last place he wanted to add another charge. Then the halfbreed brought up forming a caravan, but left before he could even give him a proper answer. With a scowl plastered on his face, Nor grabbed one of the loaves of bread and crunched down on it. Kids these days.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Xenocide is an admirable goal.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

The old Rei Harold died? Just clone him and throw out the corpse. It's a dawdle, really.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

Alright, I've been trying to go through in my head and figure out the best way to go about this, but fuck it. I'll just be direct. Recently I've been forcing myself to update in regards to this RP and stressing to the point where I start to feel physically ill. Something you do for fun shouldn't be eliciting that reaction so I'm going to formally withdraw from After Miranda. Sorry peeps.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@Lady Amalthea I figured most of this when I saw your first post. I was going to just rewrite the post, but I had to go to work. Now that I'm back I can just redo it. Again, it's no problem for me to just not do this. I made that post the way I did because it was the most convenient way for me to get from Point A to Point B. It'll be done tonight.

EDIT: Alright. All rewritten with 2 Minutes to Midnight to spare.