arowne97

Supernatural on Adventure

Jacque's brow raised slightly as he stared at the insignia on Priscilla's hand. He knew of the Slayers, having even worked with one once to help stop a necromancer that had attempted to achieve lichdom. Jacque fondly recalled the argument that the Slayer had started with the Paladin of the past group when the battle was over, as the paladin wanted to take the necromancer before his church to face judgement, while the slayer simply wanted to part the necromancer's head from his shoulders. He pushed the memory away in favor of thinking about Priscilla's question, "A swamp dragon, eh?". Jacque absentmindedly reached up and tugged on one of the braids in his hair, a habit he'd developed that he only did when in deep thought. The fauna of the forest had indeed been acting strange lately, Jacque recalled that in the last three weeks alone he'd spotted several ospreys, otters, mangrove monitors and even a crab or two moving through the forest. At the time he'd just chalked it up as a novel, yet not quite worrisome occurrence, after all, water sources like swamps dried up all the time, and perhaps what spurred their travel was a drought. Now that Jacque thought about it however, he'd recalled that they didn't move with the purposeful yet discreet movements of an animal in an unfamiliar land in search of a home. The creatures that had entered the forest were frantic; they had been moving as if they were being pursued, always checking their surroundings with rapid, jerky head movements, as if they expected at any second to be pounced upon and devoured and compensated by trying to se everywhere at once. Jacque released the braid and cleared his throat, "Now that I think about it, the wild life here have been acting strange. I've been seeing a lot of creatures around here that I used to only see in a mangrove swamp to the south of the island. They weren't moving like they were migrating, it seemed like they were fleeing for their lives.".

@MonsieurShade

James couldn't help but laugh. "That sounds like him. He tends to not let any other animals on his territory that he claims." He looked at Priscilla. "I can lead you to him. I know his scent," he said, sprouting his draconic wings.

Camp for Supernatural Teens

James went back and sat down beside Ashlyn. "Sorry for laughing James. I know you have a bad leg."

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Ashlyn then looked down, and mumbled, "Not my fault when he lands on his face..." Of course, that's exactly what happened. He tried to dance, but ended up falling and faceplanting on the ground as his right leg gave out. The way it gave out made it obvious that when he was younger he'd been in an accident that made it so he can't dance now.

Camp for Supernatural Teens

James's face seemed to turn 3 shades paler at this, and Ashlyn couldn't help but giggle. "He can't dance..." she mumbled, still giggling.

Fate/Stay Night: The Revenge of Kyubey

I've decided I'm not leaving. I'm really sorry though.

@The Silver Paladin

I don't really give a damn anymore, to be frank. You want to leave? Good. Will save me the trouble of meeting a deadline and putting the OOC thread up as fast as I could. Otherwise, I suggest the rest of you save me the attitude, shut the hell up, and leave this thread if you have no interest in it. I had a shitty day and the last thing I want to deal with is you people.

@JohnWolff

I wasn't gonna say anything more until the OOC was up anyways. :P

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Ashlyn giggled at the question, knowing what James's reply to it is. James mumbled, "Text," and magic text appeared in the air so he could communicate without having to talk. "My name is James Hunter, and my poewrs is the Divine Voice. And I choose Dare."

Camp for Supernatural Teens

James casually raised his hand as they asked who wanted to go next.

UNIT 666: Some weird soldiers

James went and checked out the quest board, and grabbed a quest that required at least 4 or more people. "So, who wants to help with a group quest?"

Supernatural on Adventure

Priscilla didn't like the smarmy attitude on this kid, it irked her to the point of grinding her teeth slightly. "Of course. My company and I have put together expedition teams and gone on month long hunts for the blasted creatures when they do rear their ugly heads. They ain't so special, just mean as the depths. Still bleed and die like normal dragons, as much as they act the big cheese." She adjusted her pauldron again, checking the straps around her shoulder and tightening where needed. "As long as it terrorises the innocent, we come to slay it. So before you call me a bigot or a racist or something idiotic like that, consider the fact that I work with folks of all sorts. Elves, Orcs, those Fox-people, Demons. Even other Dragonspawn. I don't hunt dragons, I hunt the wicked." She cuffed her hair behind her ear and shielded her eyes from the sun as she surveyed their surroundings once more. "Though, this trip is something of a personal one. My quarrel is with a swamp drake, most likely grown into a swamp dragon now. I've tracked him a long while to this island."

@Horrid

"And not all dragons and Dragonspawn are evil, after all I'm not nor is my mother or even my father and he has the blood of vampires and demons. Your race has nothing to do with your alignment everyone has a choice to be good or evil. I've even seen demons as kind as anyone could be and angels more corrupt than anyone could imagine."

@clasicspyro3

"Actually, Orcs are always evil. They're too feral. They rely only on their instincts, so they are considered evil because all they do is kill, pillage, eat, and rape."

@arowne97

"Actually I have seen some orcs that happen to be slightly more intelligent than most, just enough so as to be less feral and more thoughtful and a few of them did tend towards good however I have seen this about 3 times in my 500 years I've been around"

@clasicspyro3

James nodded. "True. In the thousand or so years I've been around I have met 2 like that."

Supernatural on Adventure

Priscilla didn't like the smarmy attitude on this kid, it irked her to the point of grinding her teeth slightly. "Of course. My company and I have put together expedition teams and gone on month long hunts for the blasted creatures when they do rear their ugly heads. They ain't so special, just mean as the depths. Still bleed and die like normal dragons, as much as they act the big cheese." She adjusted her pauldron again, checking the straps around her shoulder and tightening where needed. "As long as it terrorises the innocent, we come to slay it. So before you call me a bigot or a racist or something idiotic like that, consider the fact that I work with folks of all sorts. Elves, Orcs, those Fox-people, Demons. Even other Dragonspawn. I don't hunt dragons, I hunt the wicked." She cuffed her hair behind her ear and shielded her eyes from the sun as she surveyed their surroundings once more. "Though, this trip is something of a personal one. My quarrel is with a swamp drake, most likely grown into a swamp dragon now. I've tracked him a long while to this island."

@Horrid

"And not all dragons and Dragonspawn are evil, after all I'm not nor is my mother or even my father and he has the blood of vampires and demons. Your race has nothing to do with your alignment everyone has a choice to be good or evil. I've even seen demons as kind as anyone could be and angels more corrupt than anyone could imagine."

@clasicspyro3

"Actually, Orcs are always evil. They're too feral. They rely only on their instincts, so they are considered evil because all they do is kill, pillage, eat, and rape."