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7 yrs ago
hello there friends I like ice cream
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7 yrs ago
not gonna be around from the 12th to the 17th of august 2017
7 yrs ago
dying under exams so please pardon the lack of posting
8 yrs ago
I'm back and that's that
8 yrs ago
Pulling out from roleplays for a while, hopefully not for too long

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haha yeah, sorry about not posting when I said I would :)
Up to you really dude, I'm happy to keep going.

I think it might just be a busy time of the year for everyone, I know I'm a wee bit swamped atm
Berry let go of the enormous breath she had been holding in and visibly sagged with relief against the wall.

“Oh Vincent, am I glad to see you.” She grimaced, and massaged the tension out of her knees. “And even more so to see you unharmed.”

Berry was far too old for this much excitement. She’d take a day at the market over the bitter stench of Grit any day. The gleam of a metallic blade shone under Roy’s light, catching Berry’s attention; a spear that Berry supposed had been a decorative piece before Vincent got his paws on it.

Like a teacher, Berry clicked her tongue in a disapproval. “Suppose it can’t be helped; young men off to fight and all that.”

She brought up the map and methodically examined it for anymore dangers, noting how some of the previously empty spaces had been filled along the path she had taken fleeing from the grit that had chased her. A very marvellous invention indeed.

“Well, our search for the generator should be fairly straightforward.” She held up the map for the other two to see. “As you can see gentlemen, there appear to be no more Grit on the premises.”

Berry moved a bit closer to Vincent so that her map might provide him more like to see by.

“Is there anything in particular we should look out for? A code or something perhaps as to what your fathers plan entailed?” She couldn’t tell what the book was supposed to be about from over his shoulder. “In any case where is the generator? The sooner we have power here the sooner we can start sort out this mess!”
I'll try and get something up in a few days

also little note here: this is a slow and steady RP that sometimes hibernates for a while before coming back so don't stress about anytime when people go silent
Natasha and James

Natasha clicked her tongue and the air around her grew colder. She never liked hostage situations; a coward’s way of trying to get the upper hand, and given how ‘goody-goody’ a lot of the team seemed to be it appeared to be working. At the very least Tocsax appeared to have some sort of plan. All they needed now was the time and place for the hostage transfer.

A message silently appeared on the table in front of her, it didn’t float up for all to see when she opened it, from James.

‘slower, cutting’ Natasha understood.

“Why are you people doing this?” She addressed the hologram with a slight quiver in her voice. “What have we ever done to you?”

One his side of the table James urgently ushered Mai over with a click of his fingers. He wore a look of deep concentration. The table top in front of his displayed a multitude of different windows some of which listed numbers and names whilst others flashed with frantic messages. He ignored the charts and windows hovering around him.

“Do you know if Drake is connected to the Network?” James whispered as quietly as he could.
His fingers danced across the table typing in commands to the system.

“I can still try to trace the signal if he isn’t but…” James bit his lip. “It’ll be a lot trickier, and I have no idea which of these devices is his…”
@RokkuHoshi@Fetzen
ummmm???????????? excuse you???? they are obvs totes bffs they even won the annual Torn Across The Rift Dancing Competition™ last year

(sorry my phones camera is abysmal)


also my entry for Charles wizard symbol and guys you had all better enter too!

Charles Balderdash

Propped up on his elbow Charles allowed his eyes to meander to the left whilst Twain spoke.

“Holy shhhhhiiii-shugar nuts that is...rude.” He slumped into elbows. “Like…50 shades of rude. Lackies should be allowed to do a die in peace because it’s uh…their rights as lackies.”

Charles pushed himself back up and continued in a very serious manner but promptly ruined it trying to stifle a giggle.

“ I read the terms and conditions of Lackie-ing. Hell I bloody wrote the damn things!”

The appearance of the bag cut off whatever rant Charles was about to begin and, quickly distracted, he riffled through it too find the crystals. With a small coo and a gasp he pick up one of the crystals in his hand, holding it up to the light for a better look at it. Not that it helped much in his current state.

“Ha….cool rock. I know about this rock and how…uh…rocky it is.”

Furrowing his brow Charles tried to kick his intoxicated mind into gear. It then promptly stalled and farted out a single fact.

“It’s a Quartz and like, this Roman guy; Plinny, he thought that they were made from…uh…water with corners.” This prompted another flurry of giggles from the man.

“And mate. I will draw the prettiest damn picture that ever did pretty! Dimitri! Teach me how to make a pretty!” He demanded and slammed a fist onto the table.
@Eyeris@Affili

Shannon

“But pony eyes smaller.” Shannon muttered, still with her nostrils clamped shut.

With all these not-Monsters and Not-Agents about Shannon was beginning to feel very confused and out of her depth; a lot of the rules of things she knew were being challenged or being simply proved wrong. Shannon wasn’t entirely sure how she should feel about it.

Her jaw had almost hit the floor when Rockin put the disgusting water back, her wide eye gaze never leaving the glowing orb and even stayed fixed onto the hole it had fallen into.

“Rockin Friend, how make smelly water float?” Shannon stumbled over to look into the hole to see the glowing orb but was met only with a horrid stench and equally unpleasant view. “Smelly water no float. Smelly water stay in place.”

Shannon remembered something and a thought clicked into place.

“Can Rockin Friend make fishies float?” Shannon moved away from the hole and sat down beside Zesiro, with an annoyed grumble. “Fishies float in Bad Place.”

@RokkuHoshi@Fetzen
I'll get a posty up sometime this coming week :) sorry about the delay
I'll get a posty up sometime this coming week :) sorry about the delay
I'll get a posty up sometime this coming week :) sorry about the delay
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