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4 mos ago
Current I can taste the rainbow! Wait no...it's just blood.
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2 yrs ago
Daylight Saving Times are a conspiracy to sell analgesics and coffee
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2 yrs ago
My milkshake brings all boys to the yard... good thing I planted mines.
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...Good lord, when was the las time I updated this?
4 yrs ago
BERSERK LIVES
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@AtomicNut So... I should have put it in the rules, but Dragons are off the table for this due to the fact they tend to be rather OP. HOWEVER, we are allowing humanoids with Draconic characteristics. I.E wings, tail... horns... I have one I am working on that is like that. Something similar to this.


...you should've warned in advance then. Back to the drawing table then. -grumbles-
I am not sure if to make this guy pick a side, or just leave him as wildcard who just does whatever he fancies.

So, any chances I can join the shindig now that it's being rebooted?
Half assed post. And hi.


The mysterious assailant pondered, eyeing her hands before breathing deep once, twice, even a grand total of three times. She used to be one of the money wizards of the gang. Not a hitman, or hitwoman as it was the case. Kairo was a real slavedriver. She thought to herself. Her abilities should make this a cakewalk. Only that perp, Saul, was left. A little guilt tripping, and some hypnosis, and it would be all done soon. She weighed the gun in her gloves. Yeah. She would hypnotize the lizard brain, hand it over, and watch him blow his brains out. Or something. All under the noses of the negligent guards.

But, everything was going too well. She could feel it. Someone, or something would interfere.

She didn't really expect it had been a discarded bucket of all things.

Cursing, she got her left foot out of the bucket, but the damage had been done. She had been heard. Reinforcements were in the way, guns unslung as they hurried towards her position, as her good hearing could attest.

"Pwned by a bucket. What a n00b you are, Arle." She muttered to herself, before breaking in a sprint, her mind triggering a pain reaction, and as such she reckoned in a loud shrill voice.

"YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE MONFAGS! THIS ISN'T OVER!" She added, before sprinting. A small, window-like space from a ventilation shaft. The Greater Devil spread her wings, and jumped with all her might. The exit was so close... she could almost taste it.

Fwump.

Her rather curvy rear had to object. Maybe she shouldn't have eaten all those blueberry jam filled pastries. Her legs and spade tail flailed comically, as her backside was exposed for everyone else to see. She was done for.

"Et tu, mah booty?" She weakly said, lamenting her situation and how things had turned out.
Also Shitpost.

Sneaky Iota.
Sigma breathed deep, fidgetting with the controls. A lifetime of preparation, drills, and even facing her sometimes tormentor, sometimes mentor couldn't possibly prepare her for this. She breathed deep, feeling a spike of anxiety as the whole world seemed to press on her shoulders.

Questions had been made. Answers had been given. And none were too flattering. If they could choose, they would probably flee, rather than confront such an ommnidirectional weapon, which in top, was immune to bullets. And sigma's weapon was the kinetic sort. She guessed she would be on the support role this time, even though she was probably among the best pilots of the frames.

"This is going to suck" She muttered under her breath, talking to herself. This is the reason why I was created. So, I must do my best to perform this task. She said, trying to reign all her negative feelings. She wasn't mad about not being in the spotlight, but rather not being able to fully exert her combat abilities against such a cheap target.

There was some chatter in the intercom. Apparently, she wasn't the only one fidgetty. Serah expressed her emotions openly, which prompted the Black Star pilot to do the same. Sigma pondered, before smirking slightly, thinking how novice they must all be. She pressed the intercom.

"Eiswolf ready to go." She said, breathing a couple of times, and then adding her best but rather pathetical impression of a wolf's howl, weak and monotone. "Awooo."

It was then when her hand brushed past a foreign object in her cockpit. Her heart skipped a beat, before examining what it was. A small flask of alcohol, with the message Liquid Courage.

"Eiswolf to HQ. Apparently Pilot Iota has been smuggling alcohol inside everyone's frames." Sigma droned with a heavy sigh.

"WHAT?" Came a muffled yell from somewhere in the communications. "YOU TRAITOR! That's how you repair my moral support to you? Go die!"
Guess Sigma will be on support this time, because she's got a kinetic weapon.
Will try to get a post, too many things changing in my life ATM.
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