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6 yrs ago
Current _ (:3 」∠ )_
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6 yrs ago
So apparently, business shorts are a thing that exists. All I can say is... why?
7 yrs ago
Been busy lately, courtesy of the guy who thought that it was a good idea to have 3 assignments and a test due in the same week.
7 yrs ago
Cards against humanity is... more certainly something else
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7 yrs ago
*Person with Seeing Eye dog stops right next to me* *Goes to pet the dog* *Sees "Please don't pet the dog" sign* ;-; I cry every time
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Anyone remember the period a little after guildfall, when the site didn't have a lot of work put into it, the servers went down pretty often and people were moving out? We waited and waited until boom, Mahz made America the guild great again. That was about where I left off.



My mistake was trying to take on everything at once (and being cringy as hell but I mean come on). Well now I'm back, and better than ever.

And I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of having a good time.

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@Tomaru I guess I should've elaborated on it a bit more, but what I meant to say was something along the lines of "they don't forsake their social lives for the sake of keeping secrets", because they're good enough at hiding their secrets already. I didn't really mention anything about being famous, though.

At any rate, I changed the runes up and expanded/changed his backstory up a bit, so hopefully that's up to snuff.
Things were changed

I'm interested, maybe. I kind of have work to do, but this seems fun.
"Here." The Ratman said suddenly, from a rooftop.
He dropped a sheet onto the creature, Taylor. It was less of a sheet and more of a tarp - a thick rough green affair, not that comfortable but good enough at hiding for now. At the very least, it was better than nothing.

The Ratman jumped down, joining the group as they walked.
"My net hasn't picked up anything going our way just yet, but we don't need to help them find us. He said. "I hope this clinic of yours is... discreet.
Well, nevermind. Good luck on your future endeavours.
The Ratman stopped leaning against the wall and stood up straight.
"If neither of you have other plans, I'd suggest you take Miss O'Connor's suggestion." He said to the pair. "It's probably for the best to leave treatment in the hands of a professional. But first..."
With that, he bowed towards the creature.
"Thank you for your cooperation." He said to the pair.
He turned to leave the building. He had gotten what he wanted, more or less, so his business was done.
"I'll be leaving you to your own devices, but I will keep watch for you. I am no friend of Lorne." He said as he walked away.

The rats followed him out of the building, save one who quietly slipped a shabby note into William's pocket. On the paper was a crudely written message.

If you wish to stay out of danger, be careful with who you side with.

The rats maintained their vigilance outside. As the old saying went, the enemy of his enemy was his friend, but he wasn't sure if the director of science was an ally just yet. Only time would tell what side she was truly on, and whether she could contribute to their mission. Until then, they would do what they always did.
The Raman sighed, or at least he tried to. It was difficult, given his situation.
"With the commotion you caused, I'm surprised they haven't already sent someone after you." He said to the creature.

A good many things could be said about the Lorne corporation, but one thing was for sure - they never let their secrets out. The fact that the creature and William had not yet been pursued was quite odd, and the Raman couldn't help but feel like the 'ghost' had some part in that as well. That just made its agenda all the more mysterious. Nevertheless, they had more pressing matters at hand.

"If I know Lorne like I think I do, it won't be long until Lorne cones after you and William. They've probably sent someone out already." He said.
William was wounded, as evidenced by the burns and a light scent of blood on his person. If the creature insisted on sticking by him, then it would only reduce their odds of survival.
"In short, we are on a timer. What will you do now?"
"You're in the back streets of Marlon, William." The Ratman told the man. "As for me, just call me the Ratman..."
He trailed off as the creature embraced William. He stood quietly, thinking about the facts he'd established so far. It had appeared to this being as well. It was not a coincidence, then, that the creature before him had broken free from the tower. The screen ghost appeared to be a being of significant power, judging by its ability to simply manifest an escape route out of the tower, but why had it done so? For what purpose?

The Ratman sighed quietly, and raised its voice to get the pair's attention.
"That ghost, as you put it. There won't be many in Marlon who don't know of it. Just a little while ago, it took over every screen in the city." He said to the being. "It only had one message. 'You are not alone'. What did it say to you?"
"Of course, I never intended to bring harm to anyone here." The Ratman replied easily.
The rats at his feet dispersed back to their positions, as quiet as they could, in order to avoid arousing the suspicion of the woman outside. He recognised the man the being had carried into the building as the one he had seen being captured by the police. Strangely serendipitous, though not outside the realm of coincidence.

"Don't mind the swarm, they've already eaten tonight." Ratman said, leaning against a nearby wall. "A little while ago at the tower, there were explosions somewhere underground. That wouldn't happen to have been you, would it?"
It appeared that it was time. The rats had brought the costume, all that was left was to reveal themselves. The swarm gathered together, reconstructing his bones, winding up the bandages, and putting the clothes on. They had gotten a fresh coat from somewhere - it was old and worn, but at least it didn't have any bloodstains on it. The Ratman put on his hat, and he was ready.

Quietly, he stepped into full view, the rats scattering and gathering behind him.
"You are by far one of the strangest beings I have ever encountered." The Ratman said, emerging from the shadows. "I must apologise for watching you from the shadows, but I have questions I hope you'll answer."
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