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7 mos ago
Current Quickly RPGuild we must Matriculate!
1 yr ago
Getting that I'm feeling watched feeling again...who are all these people stalking...err...visiting my profile? Ahhhh stranger danger.
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2 yrs ago
I just wanna sleep...
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2 yrs ago
Just one more day again...one more...I hate long shifts...
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2 yrs ago
One more day on shift...then a half day to feel human again...adulting sucks.
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I deeply apologize I'm havign way too much fun with Mistihkoman.
It's an interesting thing, to see a man, even a red skin like Mistihkoman get angry, truly angry. The kind of anger that makes a man want to take a life. But the words that come out of the squat native's mouth are calm, almost dangerously so. As he speaks his nostrils flare, "I don't know if you're stupid, over confident, or cocky." He suddenly leaps, crashing down on top of the table, now towering over Logan, forcing the man to look up at him, and the paired weapons in his hands, "So I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, and hope you're joking. But if the next words out of your mouth are another insult..."

He took a deep breath then shrugged off his vest and with a motion opened his shirt, bare skin, nothing to stop a blade or a bullet. He grinned dangerously, "I'll make you a promise Logan, I can hear others rousing around us. More moniyew hired hands? Patsy's for your command." His eyes opened wide and almost flashed, "But I make you this promise Logan. I'm right here...right now...your friends might get me in a rush, might get the soldier, and might get the bounty hunter, but before they can lay a hand on me." He lowers himself to the ground, his legs tense, "I'll have my hands, on you." He grinned then in a spine tingling moment of almost joy he lets out a war cry, a high, powerful blast of sound from deep in his chest, sounding almost like the howl of a wolf, the screech of an eagle and the chitter of a bear all at once, coming from the lungs of a braid haired hunter and scout perched above Logan, "I give you this chance right now, run away, out the back, out the front, through a window. But before this is over, many of us will be bleeding on the floor, and one of them will you white man. I make this promise to you now. And a Cree man does not break his promises."
Oliver Cinter


Oli had been up early anyway, having gone to bed very early actually so he could be up super early to finish his lesson plans for the week. Phys-Ed and Math weren't subjects you could just fly by the seat of your pants. One is a phyically and mentally draining subject that left people in tears and crying for mercy, and the other one was gym time. He'd been writing and checking his source materials when his cell phone had beeped. The grey haired brit looks at the screen seeing a message from the director. Reading the summons he'd grabbed his long coat slipped on his gloves and jumped into his boots. He'd raced through the halls, don't want to keep the director waiting.

After abit he'd entered, just a few moments behind Johnny it seems. He'd clapped on the shoulder as he slipped by him giving him a big grin, "John! Hey there." He stopped in place then bowed to Director Bathala, "Sir! Good..." He looked at his phone quickly, "Morning. Got your message." After the whole greeting thing he'd sat down in one of the arm chairs. The grey haired Brit pursed his lips, "Mr. Legazpi? Yes I know of him." He listened on then quirked an eyebrow, "It's been awhile since someone called me honest of all things Boss." He chuckles, "I was a punk and a bully, a little bit of a liar and a cheat as well. Sure I'm more temperate now, but honest is a new one on me." He laughs, then nods, "I'll keep an eye on him when I can."

He leans forward to look at the contents of the dossier, "Mister's Quinn, Helgrem and Durand? Okay. I'll see if I can track down Durand and Helgrem. If you're up to tracking down Mr. Quinn? how's that sound John?" He smiles and gets up bowing again to the Director and slapping Johnny on the shoulder again, "By your leave Director I'll go get started."

Jordan Quinn


Jordan stood at the door to the shooting range. The schedule had his name on it, but it's clear that Vazquez had just countermanded it all and booked the place over him, almost all day. He booted the door leaving a boot print on the paint, "You've got to be kidding me!?" He sighed and started to pace just outside the range, "What do I gotta do...well hell..." He looked around, the windows were too high to climb too, and most of them were barred over. He couldn't jimmy the lock on the door either or he'd get in deep crap from one of the proctors.

The long haired Canadian paced awhile more then hummed, "Okay fine...if I gotta do this like we would do on the Rez then so be it." He made sure no one is watching him then darted for the nearest recycle bin, gathering as many bottles as he can, sticking them in every pocket he can manage, carrying a bundle of them under his left arm, and more in his right. Taking some thirty or so with him, "Suck it Virg. I'm not going to let you spoil my training time. I have a free half hour to do with as I please! And I'm going to shoot! Shoot shoot shoot! And even if you booked the range you can't stop me from honing my aim!"

Looking a little goofy trying to sneak into the back reaches of the Academy grounds with thirty bottles in his arms and pockets but soon he's in a disused sports court in the back of the grounds. He'd have to set this up to make it worth the training, all kinds of angles and distances. He got to setting those bottles up. He only had so much time and he'd do his best to make use of it.


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So here's the student option. But I give you...

Another...




Okay here's my attempt. Let me know if you want me to change anything or if something doesn't mesh.
Howdy, our buzzy friend contacted me said there is an RP here that I may be interested in. And after taking a look through it I may well be. So just putting my name in the hat.
"Ranger Krait to Dispatch, send extr..." That's about as far as he got. Before an earth quake? No Wasteland who is getting to her feet doesn't seem affected. But that sure as hell doesn't stop the shakes, shivers and rolls from hitting him. The cracks and fissures in the ground throwing off his balance. So much so he has to lower his gun and his center of mass to regain some kind of balance. Then he sees something whizzing through the air. He ducks to the side, then feels and hears a ping! His walkie talkie spinning free of his hand. Training kicked in. Though it takes him a little bit to choose the best option. You can always de-escalate. But well magic was used and he was technically attacked. He chooses the best for the moment...

The words out of his mouth are, "Shinra Forces under attack!" And up comes the Winchester. That impromptu smoke screen kicked up by the fellow in the car sure made things harder, but he quickly unleashed two rounds into the smoke. No report back of something getting hit. Wasteland calmly striding through the smoke. With a bark she turns Lex's attention, "What...oh sonuva!" He races towards the trio heading for the bike cops.

"Freeze!" He shouts and snaps a third round off towards the trio and the bikes as they are suppressing the bike cops. "Stop where you are! This is only going to get worse!" He snaps off another shot, then motions to Wasteland, making a sort of cupping gesture with his free hand. the big gnarly looking canine beast gets a mean look on it's muzzle. Then with a push it's barreling after them. Snarls and blasting barks as it races after the rebel trio. Closing with them and the bikes. At the same time that Lex sends shots their way from his tooled down carbine, "Last warning! Stop in the name of Shinra!" Distantly Lex can ear the steady beat of chopper blades, did command get his half call for help?
So uh hi. I am just wondering if there is any room left over here? I could try and come up with an Earth Bender if there is any room.
So is this not going anywhere?
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