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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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Is this even still on the table it's been nearly a month since the last post.
The temper temper incident. An enemy arty installation hit Big Whisky once with a 105 shell. Big Whisky turned all 9 of its Big guns and hammered the mountain with a full broadside. Deatr9yed the arty position and leveled part of the mountain. I think it was her sister ship new jersey who then sailed up beside Big Whisky and radioed 'temper temper". Stuff of legend
Micheal Lifts!*stomp stomp*


Micheal was still singing, and occasionally rattling the chains and weights as if chimes for his singing.

His voice hitches though. When he feels all that weight vanish. He stops in the middle of a lyric telling the story about the flood that the First Man weathered and brought the land back after. To say he was not prepared at all to have his singing interuppted. Or to feel the oppression of the weights and chains fall away. Well he lets out a crowing whoop. And then heaves back, and throws his arms up, back, around, he wheels his arms, causing muscle to bulge and surge as he sends the chains and weights clattering off his body.

He stands again tall, then takes a deep breath, pulling air back into his lungs. Though he can't use his magic right now. The mighty war cry he lets out, may as well be infused with his joy, his sheer happiness and wonder and freedom. Enough so, that just across the room, the three trickster gods jerk awake. One by one first Manabozho gets to his feet groggily. Then Whiskeyjack with a groan. Lastly Raven. And then hearing the warcry, they stagger over towards Micheal and join in, turning their heads to the cieling and crying out, like joining in on a wolfs howl. Then the four clash together and share a hug.

Panting a little after abit the four turn and head ove to check on Amanda, Faye and Morgana. The four limping over. Micheal speaking for them, "I think we're okay. That was rough. Faye? Boss Bot?" He looks over at Morgana, "you alright Morgs?" He bends over abit, gritting his teeth, "We should get the hell outta here...think the OMR is sending help? We can't have gone unmissed right?"
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I'm going to have to bow out. :(
I don't do anime. sorry


You know what, I saw this coming.

Ah well. Can't account for everything.
Hah these are great.

Can't wait to see where our other ideas go.
@Izurich

This is okay, neither am I. And really do we need to be to enjoy an RP?
Interactions - @Infinite Cosmos "Nate" Tanaka

Jericho "Walls" coming down


Jericho waves to the tour group he'd taken out on the water. Though the fishing charter had said they could pull in two fish a person, they had not requested actually bringing home some tuna. Pity really. Jericho had been prepared to bargain for some of the meat for himself. Tuna fish being an especially good meal. Jericho stays on the quay and smiles watching the tour group get into their vehicle then race off into the early evening light. Turning back he gathers up the gear and takes it inside the warehouse, setting all the kit down on the floor, and seperating the rods out. He picks up a remote and sets it playing a local radio station.

The music filled the warehouse as Jericho began to work at seperating the rods and reels and the lines.

He'd need to do some maintenance on the reels and rods. Those tuna today put up some fights. As he's working his phone pings. And he reaches over and picks it up.

"Walls. What are you up to this evening? Still want to come by and chat? You know you have a permanent tab and family discount here ;) I'll even let your bring your own beer since I don't serve beer here"

Jericho chuckled and texted back, "Nate! How's things? Just doing some clean up from a fishing trip. The Bar running well? Oh my an invitation to the greatest of watering holes? Hehe fine. Be over in abit." He could do the rest of the rods and reels in the morning before the hiking trip. For now he has some unwinding to do.

Grabbing a satchel, and putting a few bottles into it from his own drink cabinet. And outside he gets, locking the warehouse behind him, and grabbing his bike. Soon he's racing down the roads.

After a ride, he comes rolling up to the Sunny Side/Side Car. Ringing his bell in greeting, and leaning his bike on a pillar outside. Soon entering the building. Waving and calling to Nate, "Hey bredda, how tings go? Mi hear seh a did some good company bout. Mi bring some drink too, hope yuh up fi some a it." JEricho striding up to the bar and opening his bag, pulling a bottle of spiced rum from within.
@Ithradine

Oh really? Cool.

What can I say the records of Mighty Mo, Big Whisky, Black Dragon and The Big Stick deserve some respect. IMO anyway.
Are we going to have any takers on one of the Iowa class ships I wonder.
Any ship from WW2 Era?

Hmmm okay. I think I'm going to do something silly then.

Play an Atlanta-Oakland class ship. One of the types that were supreme Anti-Air ships, but still had the capability to fight surface targets as well.
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