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Athinar
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Athinar stood there, in Professional Mode, as he liked to call it. It was something drilled into him by those loathsome monks, but still, it was useful. His back was straight, his head was inclined, hands held in front of him, feet shoulder-width apart. He took a deep breath. As much as it caused him mental agony, he was in equilibrium. Besides, the pain and aggression let him come up with even better plans.
When Shukra's image appeared behind him, and the cat told him to turn around, he merely turned his head, and gave the cat a cold stare from the corner of his eye. The Rakshasa was disrespecting him. Oh well. He'd get him sometime, but the Boss needed him. Thought he was useful, for whatever reason. "I do not take orders from you, little kitty. I will not turn around at your beck and call. If you wish to receive your orders, then please stand with the others." His voice sounded deeper, more twisted, and more hateful than normal, the change in tone apparent.
Azavarn's plan was good, but there were a few flaws, and Athinar let him know. "That's a good enough plan, little demon, but there is one big problem. The new temple. There is no way in Hell that they'd let one such as you make a deal." He smiled at his own pun. "Probably have holy water, as well." Raising his finger, he did praise the demon on one point. "You guessed it though, I was going to use the Orcs to surround the village. However, Shukra won't be commanding them." He grinned in anticipation of the cat's expression. "You, Azavarn, will lead the orcs. You're slippery enough to wrangle them, or so I hear." The decision didn't make sense at the moment, at least not to most people, but there was a hidden meaning, from Athinar to Azavarn. He was allowing the demon free reign to attempt to get the creatures' souls, and thus bring their loyalty to the Boss, rather than Shukra.
When Narza appeared on his shoulders, Athinar wasn't displeased. He thought that Narza was just the kind of crazy to do something like that, so it was pretty much expected. Noting her presence with a nod, and seeking out the imp that she waved at, Athinar looked at the one small demon, immobile in a crowd of thrashing and flailing. The small imp's bearing told Athinar that something else was controlling it, because most didn't stand stock-still, calmly.
When Torrens approached, Athinar was curious. He wasn't in the group, originally, but oh well. He'd take what he could get. Raising an open hand, and then crushing it, Athinar got everyone's attention, and hopefully quelled any arguments that the cat and the slippery bastard demon had. "Now my plan is threefold! Our objective? Get the city under our control, mostly intact, and subjugate the people. How to accomplish this, you may ask? Simple! One! The main force of Shukra's Orcs, led by Azavarn, will surround the city, to prevent any from escaping. Two! The rest of our forces will march openly on the city, attracting as much attention as possible, and led by Shukra, but joined by Torrens. Three! Umbra, Narza, Darkwraith Kor and myself will attempt to infiltrate the city while it's emptied of defenses. If they do not come out to attack, our goal will be to open the gates, and clear the walls." He smiled evilly. "We have to take the city mostly intact, but the Temple, we raze. Can't have the people rallying there. The Manor, we try our best to keep in one piece, but we will have to clear it out." Cocking his head, curiously, he looked over the group. "Any questions or suggestions?"
When Shukra's image appeared behind him, and the cat told him to turn around, he merely turned his head, and gave the cat a cold stare from the corner of his eye. The Rakshasa was disrespecting him. Oh well. He'd get him sometime, but the Boss needed him. Thought he was useful, for whatever reason. "I do not take orders from you, little kitty. I will not turn around at your beck and call. If you wish to receive your orders, then please stand with the others." His voice sounded deeper, more twisted, and more hateful than normal, the change in tone apparent.
Azavarn's plan was good, but there were a few flaws, and Athinar let him know. "That's a good enough plan, little demon, but there is one big problem. The new temple. There is no way in Hell that they'd let one such as you make a deal." He smiled at his own pun. "Probably have holy water, as well." Raising his finger, he did praise the demon on one point. "You guessed it though, I was going to use the Orcs to surround the village. However, Shukra won't be commanding them." He grinned in anticipation of the cat's expression. "You, Azavarn, will lead the orcs. You're slippery enough to wrangle them, or so I hear." The decision didn't make sense at the moment, at least not to most people, but there was a hidden meaning, from Athinar to Azavarn. He was allowing the demon free reign to attempt to get the creatures' souls, and thus bring their loyalty to the Boss, rather than Shukra.
When Narza appeared on his shoulders, Athinar wasn't displeased. He thought that Narza was just the kind of crazy to do something like that, so it was pretty much expected. Noting her presence with a nod, and seeking out the imp that she waved at, Athinar looked at the one small demon, immobile in a crowd of thrashing and flailing. The small imp's bearing told Athinar that something else was controlling it, because most didn't stand stock-still, calmly.
When Torrens approached, Athinar was curious. He wasn't in the group, originally, but oh well. He'd take what he could get. Raising an open hand, and then crushing it, Athinar got everyone's attention, and hopefully quelled any arguments that the cat and the slippery bastard demon had. "Now my plan is threefold! Our objective? Get the city under our control, mostly intact, and subjugate the people. How to accomplish this, you may ask? Simple! One! The main force of Shukra's Orcs, led by Azavarn, will surround the city, to prevent any from escaping. Two! The rest of our forces will march openly on the city, attracting as much attention as possible, and led by Shukra, but joined by Torrens. Three! Umbra, Narza, Darkwraith Kor and myself will attempt to infiltrate the city while it's emptied of defenses. If they do not come out to attack, our goal will be to open the gates, and clear the walls." He smiled evilly. "We have to take the city mostly intact, but the Temple, we raze. Can't have the people rallying there. The Manor, we try our best to keep in one piece, but we will have to clear it out." Cocking his head, curiously, he looked over the group. "Any questions or suggestions?"
Alex fell silent as the Investigator Hitoshi, as he was called, promptly ignored her, and went over to the two newcomers. Muttering, "Freakin' rude...", she went back to the laptop. Nothing changed. Except Arielle's demeanor. She didn't think that the girl was capable of being polite at all, but sometimes, people surprised Alexandria.
By virtue of not being part of the conversation, she noticed a quiet voice, in the corner of the room. It belonged to a small woman, not far from Alex herself in age, it looked, in the corner of the room, opposite the others. She was curled up, sobbing. Alex's heart melted at seeing this, because she herself had been there. Well, not in this corner of the room, but where the woman was emotionally. When she was kicked out into the snow, back in Juneau, all those years ago, all she'd been able to do was cry. Looking away from the laptop, Alex walked towards the woman. Crouching down, Alex reached out to touch the woman's shoulder, but hesitated. Maybe the woman didn't want any help? She banished the thought from her mind. Alex didn't want any help, but her adoptive family had given it anyway.
Tapping her shoulder lightly, Alexandria tried to look into the other woman's face, with a kind look. "If you are a disturbed spirit, then you're the nicest one I've met so far." Sitting, arms behind her, and leaning back, still looking forward, Alex extended a hand to the other woman, and said, "My name's Alex. What's yours?"
Then, came the ding. Standing up, and extending a hand, to help the other woman up, Alex looked at the laptop. Some girl dressed as an idol or something began to speak. Alex barely blinked until the cartoon on the screen made a little cartoon person's head go 'boom'. Despite the fact that she had just died, and this... 'Cell' confirmed it, she still couldn't imagine her head exploding.
Then there was a freaking order to kill someone, or Cell would explode their heads? Eyes wide, Alex grabbed a futuristic looking pistol, similar to the Heckler & Koch HK45 her adoptive Sheriff father had taught her to fire, when she was eighteen. Looking at the magazine, she saw that there was no ammunition of any kind. If she drew strange looks, she snapped, "Well I'm not taking any chances, okay?!" Grabbing the suit, she unzipped it from the front, examining it. Throwing it over her shoulder, she looked for a place to change, even though the room had no dividers or partitions.
By virtue of not being part of the conversation, she noticed a quiet voice, in the corner of the room. It belonged to a small woman, not far from Alex herself in age, it looked, in the corner of the room, opposite the others. She was curled up, sobbing. Alex's heart melted at seeing this, because she herself had been there. Well, not in this corner of the room, but where the woman was emotionally. When she was kicked out into the snow, back in Juneau, all those years ago, all she'd been able to do was cry. Looking away from the laptop, Alex walked towards the woman. Crouching down, Alex reached out to touch the woman's shoulder, but hesitated. Maybe the woman didn't want any help? She banished the thought from her mind. Alex didn't want any help, but her adoptive family had given it anyway.
Tapping her shoulder lightly, Alexandria tried to look into the other woman's face, with a kind look. "If you are a disturbed spirit, then you're the nicest one I've met so far." Sitting, arms behind her, and leaning back, still looking forward, Alex extended a hand to the other woman, and said, "My name's Alex. What's yours?"
Then, came the ding. Standing up, and extending a hand, to help the other woman up, Alex looked at the laptop. Some girl dressed as an idol or something began to speak. Alex barely blinked until the cartoon on the screen made a little cartoon person's head go 'boom'. Despite the fact that she had just died, and this... 'Cell' confirmed it, she still couldn't imagine her head exploding.
Then there was a freaking order to kill someone, or Cell would explode their heads? Eyes wide, Alex grabbed a futuristic looking pistol, similar to the Heckler & Koch HK45 her adoptive Sheriff father had taught her to fire, when she was eighteen. Looking at the magazine, she saw that there was no ammunition of any kind. If she drew strange looks, she snapped, "Well I'm not taking any chances, okay?!" Grabbing the suit, she unzipped it from the front, examining it. Throwing it over her shoulder, she looked for a place to change, even though the room had no dividers or partitions.
Argh, I'm physically holding myself back from posting! Why do you guys have to make such entertaining posts?!?
Well, now that I'm here, I guess I'll post. And why you give Sato those feels?! :C
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Ay, sorry, but I won't be able to post until the morning tomorrow EST. I feel bad asking this, but please please please don't carry on without me.
@KiltmanBagz Just thought you should know, Aki is a South Egyptian, and mixed Egyptian and Sudanese, with one-quarter Japanese on the Egyptian side. So she'd look a lot more African than anything.
Akila was lying on her bed, crying into the pillow. Once again, the band of delinquents that constantly bullied her had cornered her and... not attacked her, but they had tossed her stuff into a muddy gutter, and shoved her down to the ground, causing her to scrape her hands badly, leaving her to bandage them up, and gather her wet papers, and dirty backpack. She now was in her room, at home.
When she had come to Japan, with her mother and brother, she had hoped to meet new friends at her school, and be happy. However, the exact opposite had happened, with her shy nature. Others had viewed it as arrogance, and she couldn't find the words to reach out and tell them. Others, who would have bullied her anyway, did so. And now that she didn't have any friends to support her, she was vulnerable.
Her mother was at work at the diner, and her brother was at a friends' house. Alone in the apartment, the young Arabic woman turned over in her bed and looked at the ceiling. There was a door there. Why was there a door in Akila's ceiling? Did it have something to do with that strange dream a few nights ago? She didn't know, but pulling her hoodie over her head, opened the door, and jumped through.
Akila fell sideways onto the ground, face in the grass. Groaning, she pushed herself up, and saw a sign, with a cute little bunny face drawn on it. Pushing her white hood back down, she brushed off some of the dirt. It was such a nice jacket, wouldn't do if her mom had to wash it again. Looking around, she saw a dull-eyed ginger, and her favorite Student Council member, Yamada. Heading over to her nervously, she said, "U-Um, Miss Yamada? Where... Where are we?"
When she had come to Japan, with her mother and brother, she had hoped to meet new friends at her school, and be happy. However, the exact opposite had happened, with her shy nature. Others had viewed it as arrogance, and she couldn't find the words to reach out and tell them. Others, who would have bullied her anyway, did so. And now that she didn't have any friends to support her, she was vulnerable.
Her mother was at work at the diner, and her brother was at a friends' house. Alone in the apartment, the young Arabic woman turned over in her bed and looked at the ceiling. There was a door there. Why was there a door in Akila's ceiling? Did it have something to do with that strange dream a few nights ago? She didn't know, but pulling her hoodie over her head, opened the door, and jumped through.
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Akila fell sideways onto the ground, face in the grass. Groaning, she pushed herself up, and saw a sign, with a cute little bunny face drawn on it. Pushing her white hood back down, she brushed off some of the dirt. It was such a nice jacket, wouldn't do if her mom had to wash it again. Looking around, she saw a dull-eyed ginger, and her favorite Student Council member, Yamada. Heading over to her nervously, she said, "U-Um, Miss Yamada? Where... Where are we?"
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