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9 yrs ago
not gonna be around from the 12th to the 17th of august 2017
9 yrs ago
dying under exams so please pardon the lack of posting
10 yrs ago
I'm back and that's that
11 yrs ago
Pulling out from roleplays for a while, hopefully not for too long
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Callum still around or..?
“Pleasure to meet you Mr Gunhammer.” Davina nodded, once again, politely and formally. “I’ve been working here for just under a month now, but I can safely say that money from investors has been used quite wisely in the ever continuing fight against Unlawful Unnaturals of which the brave men and women here attend to daily.” Davina spoke with well-practiced professionalism, she also wondered how she might’ve fared in the marketing division of RBUC.
While James Gunhammer said he hadn’t seen her around she had certainly seen him flittering about the different areas of RBUC reporting to the higher ups for missions and such. The other staffers thought quite highly of him as well going on about the rousing, if at times improbable, adventures he had had ruffians he had deained in his time.
“I hope you do not find me rude.” She began, finding this gentleman rather fascinating. “But you are…Irish? No.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the left slightly in thought. She recognised that accent, her parents had invited over another gentlemen with the same accent that one time when she was younger. “American.” She opened her eyes with a triumphant lift of her chin, proud with herself to not only identify the accent but remember something from such a long time ago. “Am I correct?”
While James Gunhammer said he hadn’t seen her around she had certainly seen him flittering about the different areas of RBUC reporting to the higher ups for missions and such. The other staffers thought quite highly of him as well going on about the rousing, if at times improbable, adventures he had had ruffians he had deained in his time.
“I hope you do not find me rude.” She began, finding this gentleman rather fascinating. “But you are…Irish? No.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the left slightly in thought. She recognised that accent, her parents had invited over another gentlemen with the same accent that one time when she was younger. “American.” She opened her eyes with a triumphant lift of her chin, proud with herself to not only identify the accent but remember something from such a long time ago. “Am I correct?”
indeed I could and I shall get right on it.
I'm here.
Posted, hope it's alright.
Kole sat there wondering where the heck he was. He wasn’t at home, the dry rolling grass made him certain of that, and he wasn’t anywhere he had been before which would mean that getting home would be a bit more difficult. With a grunt and groan Kole pushed himself up off the floor, brushing off the bits of dirt that clung to his black trousers. What a wonderful time to be in his smart attire, though Kole was glad that he was still wearing his smart black shoes. He could feel blind panic trying to jab away at his mind but Kole kept it under control. Blind panic would not help him at all in this situation and he’d need to keep his head straight in order to work out where he was and how he got here.
“Let’s see.” He muttered to himself, looking around slowly to get his bearings taking not of the large rock to one side. “I was at home getting ready for my mum’s par…” The sentence died in his throat.
Koles eyes widened in awe. Sitting high above him in the sky, completely unaided, was an island carrying a large castle of some sort lazily upon its back. For maybe a minute or a bit longer Kole stood there transfixed by the sight of this floating construct before his mind started working again. He had to get a picture of this. He didn’t know why this was the first thought to pop into his head, shock most likely, but it was something. Digging his hand into his pocket Kole brought out his phone and pushed the button that would bring he screen to life.
“What?” Kole blinked and frowned at the screen as all that it displayed was a black background with huge white letters saying ‘NO’. Not even the buttons to input the password appeared. “What?” He repeated again in confusion.
“Let’s see.” He muttered to himself, looking around slowly to get his bearings taking not of the large rock to one side. “I was at home getting ready for my mum’s par…” The sentence died in his throat.
Koles eyes widened in awe. Sitting high above him in the sky, completely unaided, was an island carrying a large castle of some sort lazily upon its back. For maybe a minute or a bit longer Kole stood there transfixed by the sight of this floating construct before his mind started working again. He had to get a picture of this. He didn’t know why this was the first thought to pop into his head, shock most likely, but it was something. Digging his hand into his pocket Kole brought out his phone and pushed the button that would bring he screen to life.
“What?” Kole blinked and frowned at the screen as all that it displayed was a black background with huge white letters saying ‘NO’. Not even the buttons to input the password appeared. “What?” He repeated again in confusion.
I am so lost, I have no idea where anyone is.
I am sorry.
I am sorry.
Alrighty, I'll try and get a post up tomorrow.
meow :3
So any recommendations of where I should put Kole?
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