AtomicNut

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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Sasha was merciful and generous, so much she even disregarded the nonsense of the cursed youth. Commoner crap? She had not seen any dung in the corridor, much to her confusion. Eagerly, she awaited for the pudding to be served as she entered the cafeteria, despite the insolent glares of the staff room. Yuri... the lunch-lady was not. She was just a crusty old hag who grumbled upon being bestowed the honour of serving a Yenin. The world was taking a turn for the insane.

But that pudding looked fairly fluffy and delicious, as she prevented herself from salivating in a very un-ladylike manner... The spoon travelled slowly, savouring the moment.

Chaos and confusion rained on top of her and her host, the pudding replaced by a face she had not seen in a while. The spoon continued its travel, hitting the soft cheek of Alyonna. That was not pudding. "Aly??" She added, poking a couple of times in disbelief upon seeing the sprawled figure of her twin sister.

Alyonna was here.

The pudding was gone.

There was an helicopter crash and a dumpster flying.

The pudding was gone.

Gone.

Wasted.

Righteous wrath bubbled inside the holy warrior maiden, as she let the spoon rest on the table, her fist tightening upon seeing the injustice and crime that was happening. Food and desserts were the daily blessings of the gods, and her otherwise lovely twin sister had prevented Sasha's hunger to be sated. And she had wasted the pudding. She opened her hand, full of anger and indignation (and the ever present pout), magical power manifesting.

"HOW DARE YOU WASTE MY PUDDING, ALY!"

The rage of a thousand suns coalesced in the palm of Sasha, burning its target with the force of a starved firefly. Or a low-light lamp which could cause you a little flash blindness if you kept staring at it. The Holy Maiden then remembered and cursed under her breath. Both Alyonna and her powers cancelled eachother out. She waved her arms frantically.

"Damnit! Move away from me so I can properly smite you!"

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Wow, hedging bets, much?

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Sir Gottfried von Lilen

Name: Sir Gottfried von Lilen
Image/Physical Description:
Rarely, people see what he looks underneath the armor. He has a stocky build and a rugged look of a veteran, with blue eyes and black-short cropped hair. He has a square jaw and stubble, and he has a noticeable scar on his cheek.
Sex:Male
Age:32
Height:5'11"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced to join the Red Hoods: Rumoured to be sentenced after killing his father but volunteered (He spread the rumour to protect the honor of his family who had falled to vampirism).
Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc): Gottfried is a mess of scars, a product of a hundred battlefields where men lived and died by the sword to fight for lords, riches and gods. The most striking one is a slash that goes across the entire chest that nearly gutted him. Surprisingly, there are few scars on his back. He was no coward.
Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional): He was born a lord's son and he is an annointed knight, with all the paraphernalia (several horses and weapons suitable to most situations). He may or may not be looking for an squire.

Red Hoods: Little Red Riding Hood

Hmm. Interesting.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

Well, i hope it turns out alright.@The Wyrm.

By the way, still around.

Witch Hunter - Apocalypse - A post apocalyptic fantasy Roleplay. - Cancelled until further notice.

No thanks.

Witch Hunter - Apocalypse - A post apocalyptic fantasy Roleplay. - Cancelled until further notice.

It does need quite a bit of legwork on my part to make it work.

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Sasha

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Sasha stood there for a bit, pondering the back and forth of her newly acquired manservant. It was then when the she-witch decided to open her sultry mouth and give one last jab at it. She could only give her barbs, so that was all she did. "I am -not- fat. My body is the result of knightly training, she-witch!" She quipped back, ignoring Ivan's remark of her not being a witch. Witch, sultry women. They all were the same!

Her gaze then travelled to the gold coin the newcomer had deposited as tithe, and then Aegus remarks. While donations to the cause were usually welcome, the presence of that idiotic entitle noble sparked a shard of dignity upon Sasha, her teeth gritted while her hand firmly pushed Ivan and his coin away. "I will not take any tithe from anyone who can barely dress themselves. Fine then, If not Tiramisu, this pudding shall serve in its stead. For I am merciful, and I shall lift your curse regardless. Commoner's pudding is intriguing too." She eyed Kato, as she began to walk towards the cafeteria.

"Besides, I tire of the company." She added grumbling, grabbing Kato by the hand and attempting to drag him with her.

Witch Hunter - Apocalypse - A post apocalyptic fantasy Roleplay. - Cancelled until further notice.

Definitely closing this.

California Love -- An L.A. 90's Crime RP

March 18th, 1997

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The golden trickle of honey sank right to the bottom of the adorned glass, an intricate silver coating adorning the cup where it was being poured. A lazily dragged spoon followed soon after, as is the feminine hand reveled in how intricate the glass was, and tried to milk the moment for all its worth. The manicured nails tapped on the table slightly, as the cup was then dragged to an adorned mouth, lipstick lingering on the top of the glass after the deed was done.

She scoffed for a second, before doubling down on the honey. The tea was unbelievable strong, she felt like she could even chew the leaves if she so desired. She eyed her surroundings, the kitchen of a small tea-shop in the middle of Little Armenia, a rather unimpressive, if very boorish presentation. The Russian woman adjusting her sitting in the creaking chair as inquisitive grey eyes peeking though a wavy blonde mop of hair, towards her host.

The tea is strong. He wants to butter me up, despite being dragged to a rather out-of-the-way kitchen Vera quickly pieced together as she offered a thin smile. "This tea is nice, Davit". She answered, crossing her legs to shift her position. A burly man with an impressive moustache moved his bushy eyebrows in acknowledgment as she went on. "You really must want that favour from me." She smile and she tilted her head.

"Well, yes. Those Korean upstarts are trying to set up a meeting with our boss. But I can see that nasty glint of ambition in their eyes." Davit sighed, as he rubbed his temple. "Better a friendly reminder that we have good friends, no? Abram doesn't need to know about this." Vera tilted her head upon the remark.

"True, Abram isn't the sharpest tool in the box. A good blunt instrument. But not what it is required to make new friends." The former Russian KGB operative confessed to the Armenian. She rubbed her temples. "I think I can excuse two or three, no more. Abram will get suspicious if he finds many of my girls, including myself, missing. Puppeteering people is never easy." She confessed, acknowledging the inviolability of Davit's inner sanctum.

"Honeytraps?" The Armenian asked.

"If I told you, what fun would there be on it? Be glad I am not sending armed people." Vera said, as she finished her tea with a strong gulp. "Most of the armed people are on the prowl of those black american bold little pups. And now there's the cop kills cop situation. Not a good time to strongarm anyone" She added, as she raised from the table to her full height. "But these Koreans seem definitely interesting. I want to see what kind of kimchi do they really make."

The Armenian man, as if upon cue, raised from the table. "Well, I guess this is it, then." He extended his hand in a handshake. Callous and scarred, was met with the pale feminine one of the woman. "This meeting never happened." He added, a cocky grin lifting his moustache slightly. "Just like old times, Spider." He made a remark. "Don't you miss it? I still keep my cyanide pills in my desk, you know."

"Davit, I don't miss being nearly killed more times than I care to count. All I want is a cozy place to fatten myself up and live the rest of my days. That has gotten tricky as of late, Fox." She added, crossing her arms across her chest. The man grabbed her coat, made of splendid fur that would make PETA activists flare up with rage, and offered it to her. "Thanks."

"Nonsense. We both know ... that people like us can't really quit. We're too far gone." The Armenian said solemnly as she went towards the back door.

"See you soon, then Davit." The woman announced, clacking her heels in an almost catlike walk.

"See you, Vivi."