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I know it's God-awful, but I'm taking over for a guy who, after a solid decade of being best friends, I still can't comprehend how the bastard thinks. Also, my leadership qualities are less than nill. Less than zilch. Less than Rei. Less than Absolute Zero.
Just as the redheaded woman turned to Sara to answer her question, footsteps were heard as a squad of guards burst into the room. "There they are! Don't let them escape! Kill the rebels, and recapture the escapees!" the leader cried out, as his troops fanned out and blocked the busted doorway. "I'll explain when we get out of here. Quickly, everyone with a gun, cover us! Swordsman to the back and head for the other end of the hallway! There's another way out! Unarmed in the middle. We will protect you. Come on, people move!" she shouted her orders, and immediately, everyone did as they were told, Malachi included. The group moved as one to the other end, swordsman protecting the civilians from unwanted surprises while the gunners easily picked off the guards. In no time at all, they were out of the prison block and into a large hallway. Closing the door, the leader spoke again, "No time to dawdle, let's move!". And with that, they took off down the hall for some stairs at the other end, passing up several doors on the way. They hadn't gone twenty feet before about 8 guards burst through from the doors, surrounding them...

ESPERS - Spanners of Destiny
Assallya said
*lol* My, how- blunt. I have to admit that's refreshing.I feel like being mysterious but nothing comes to mind... Let's just say that I'm a hair short of being as old as Star Wars. I started with D&D 1st Edition, yes... that's first edition. The very first role playing game barring little kids running around with wooden swords beating on one another.


Huh, so about 36? Bah, that's nothing. I'm 24 meself. Oh, yeah and OOH!! I LOVE THAT GAME! Beating children with sticks is AWESOME!!! Although it's frowned upon when there's a 15 year age difference apparently. Meh. Stupid whiny parents.

-EDIT-

Whelp, I officially took Ayame from Nutzo to Shiczo
Aya was thrashing and flailing like crazy against whoever it was that had pulled her away from her destiny. She screamed her head off at the bastard that was holding her tightly, not paying a lick of attention to where the hell she was. It was only when her foe spoke that Aya paused in her rage for a minute and turned her head, then she squirmed her whole body around. She recognized the girl. It was that glow-stick chick she met earlier. So astounded was she that the meek little runt had interfered that Aya barely caught what she was saying. But it had started to sink in. Slowly. And Aya's shoulders started to shake with rage "How dare you. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!!! YOU HAVE NO CLUE THE THINGS I'VE BEEN THROUGH! You say the others have been through incidents just as bad! You naive bitch! What could you have POSSIBLY been through, huh? Let me guess, people thought your skin was ugly? Fuck off. I would KILL for a backstory as weak as that! Don't you dare! Don't you fucking DARE..." and she suddenly stopped mid-rant.

For about 10 seconds she just stared intently, hard concentration swimming through her eyes, looking almost like she was rewinding a tape for a certain easter egg. Then her shoulders started shaking again, but this time from something else "Ha... hah... hahaha... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" She had begun laughing like a maniac, a crazed look coming over her eyes. Like a spiral into madness "FIX THIS?!?! You think... I wanna fix... Hahaha! There IS no fixing this! You can't fix the past, Sweetheart, but you can learn from it, right? If someone presents a significant threat to the welfare of others... You kill them. Correct? Hel-looo? The death penalty. Lord knows, I've earned it a hundred times over. No, seriously, I've killed enough people to legally earn a hundred death penalties. I can control my powers, just fine. I don't think I need THAT lecture from a 24-hour night light" She waved her hand dismissively, then looked down. "You know, I think I have to question YOUR sanity, Princess. Did you seriously fly a suicidal, psychopathic, perpetual electric generator high over a large natural body of the substance that can kill her almost instantly if she completely submerged in it for longer than ten seconds, just to chastise her on trying to commit suicide by submerging herself in that same liquid in her bathtub? I-I gotta tell ya, not a great plan. And people say I'm nuts"

Quicker that Asha could blink, Aya's face was suddenly two centimeters from her own, a dark blush staining her cheeks, and her index finger placed under her chin. Any outsider would totally get the wrong idea. "You do realize, I can taser you by touch alone, and cause us both to plummet to our deaths if I so choose" Aya whispered in a husky voice "Oooh, the thought alone gets me sooo... mmmmm" She licked her lips, a small charge traveling up her finger... and suddenly she had a different look in her eyes. "Oh, dear. I'm terribly sorry. I'm hope I haven't offended you" She said in the sweetest voice you ever heard. Backing away, Aya smiled sweetly at Asha "Thank you for stopping me back there. I don't know what I was thinking. I owe you my life. If there is ever anything you need, please let me know, okay Ms. Asha?" Aya said, giving her rescuer a hug "But um, do you think we could come down now? I'm starting to get cold. After all..." she looked down, her whole face lighting up like a christmas tree, as she whispered "I am kind of naked..."
Assallya said
Don't worry about it. I have humongous experience with the roleplaying thing. I've been doing it since the late eighties.


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Jeez, how the fuck old ARE you?

Do we have a Gandalf amongst us?
Just so people know, I want to know what Tyme's reaction to not being able to get his ring is. If nothing on that front happens by the time I come back home from Dad Day, I'll post us heading down the hall and running into a platoon of guards.
Meh, I prefer chatting with the PC over NPCs. I don't feel any reason to connect to NPCs (unless they are plot relevant) and so can't engage them to the best of my ability, whether it's a player controlled NPC or just a self controlled NPC. Also, why would Bamf know squat about these characters? You made them right?

Oh, by the way. You don't have to justify yourself to me. You can do whatever you want. I was just confused because it seemed out of place.
LovelyAnastasia said
Ah, sorry.... It must of been a bad post then. I could delete it if you like. Maybe John could save Aya then?


Huh? Oh, no. It a good post (although I'm not sure flying a suicicidal, psychotic, electric generator in the middle of a freak out high over her kryptonite was a good idea on Asha's part), I just don't know how Aya should react.
Assallya said
*grins* What, you thought the mansion was empty? :) *lol*


Of course not, but the way you handled that post was... Different. At least from how I've seen fiction and RPs done before, maybe that's just how you roll. Heck if I know.
Solemn said
They are secondary characters passing by and adding life to the mansion.


Oh. Okay, I get it now. Sorry. That was just so out of left field I got whiplash. But it's all good now.
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