Hey there boys and ghouls, a wee bit of bad news.
Last night the hinges of my laptop broke, which effectively means I can't use it until they're repaired without risking more damage. And that just sucks on so many levels, because it means that I can't actively participate in roleplays for, at the very least, a week.
So I'm going to be disappearing for a little while. But don't you go disappearing, you hear? I'm hoping to work some magic and be around for this time on Thursday, but in the event that doesn't happen I'll find some means of making my return. See you guys around!
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Rain pattered dismally against the office’s windows, made liquid brass by the faint glow of the streetlamps below, and streaked against the glass like tears. Once, the words “Jennofski & Jennofski” had been painted in gold across these jalouises… but now there was only an outline, a ghost that had lingered, long past its time, when the acid rain had taken the rest to its grave.
The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison.
A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy.
OctoP.I. sighed, deeply.
“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.”
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)
If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison.
A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy.
OctoP.I. sighed, deeply.
“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.”
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)
If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
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Sorry guys, due to an unfortunate breakage with my laptop I won't be able to actively run this game for (at least) a week, so we're going on a temporary pre-roleplay hiatus. Just my luck, eh?
As for Ferdinand, there is no cure for the immunity because the immunity is genetic, I would suggest just going with a "Liberated" runner, myself.
I'll see you guys soon! Don't you go disappearing on me, now.
As for Ferdinand, there is no cure for the immunity because the immunity is genetic, I would suggest just going with a "Liberated" runner, myself.
I'll see you guys soon! Don't you go disappearing on me, now.
There were upperclassmen, but they were adults by the time the Operari had taken control. The reason Gunner amputated his kid's legs is because children are prone to rebellious outbursts, like, for example, joining the Runners. It was either Servitutem or amputation, y'know?
I don't think Gunner was likely to have many friends, especially not friends who had kids with an immunity to the Servitutem formula.
Keeping in mind he amputated his own kids legs even without them having the immunity. He's sort of an unstable character.
Keeping in mind he amputated his own kids legs even without them having the immunity. He's sort of an unstable character.
Fantastic, good stuff! Alright then, with the fifth member of our cast in place, I'll set to work on the OP!
Just so everyone's up to speed, your first couple of posts will actually be taking place a year before the modern day (it's 1924, this'll be in 1923) during the attack on Goldenrod train station.
This is partially just to show how much of a threat TR actually are, but if you're feeling up to it, you might be able to show just how the war's end has affected your characters over the years.
Just so everyone's up to speed, your first couple of posts will actually be taking place a year before the modern day (it's 1924, this'll be in 1923) during the attack on Goldenrod train station.
This is partially just to show how much of a threat TR actually are, but if you're feeling up to it, you might be able to show just how the war's end has affected your characters over the years.
You shouldn't be too difficult to work in, towards the crash of the Old Guild two new members had just been added to Sector V to substitute the loss of one veteran Runner (Daisy) from the squad. With Eva (the second in command) now in intensive care, I don't see why the Elders wouldn't issue another runner.
Oskar DiLondra said
Is this still open to people? Or was it arranged in an Interest Check? Because I have some interest in this, in fact, a lot of interest.
It's still open to people, but I feel I should warn you beforehand that this is a continuation of a roleplay that existed on the Old Guild.
I can, however, catch you up on all you've missed, as we only actually completed one assignment.
Dervish said
FIEND!
VIVA LA RIVOLUZIONE, AMICO.
Ahh, you make a good point! I'll get right on it, Deputy Empath!
Rousing rabble elsewhere!
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