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9 mos ago
Current its been a week and i still dont feel 24...
10 mos ago
born today, dead tomorrow
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10 mos ago
Barbie: a provocative piece that shows the disparity in gender roles in today's society using the representation and marketing schemes of children's toys as a medium. Oppenheimer: bomb bad ☢️ 👎
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10 mos ago
Watched the Barbie movie in all black and guyliner. Watching Oppenheimer in a pink polo tomorrow.
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11 mos ago
I hate clocking out early because the power went out. I want muh hours ffs
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Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
The Vale, Betting on horse-sized birds.

@Hekazu@Big Dread@JBRam2002@Gordian Nought@Zverda

"So... any of you scholarly types have an idea what just attacked us?"

Cesar let out a yawn before he started dusting his armor off. He was brought down to the ground, earlier, by a horse-sized bird, so of course there'd be a fair amount of dirt in places, much to the bard's dismay. Despite that, Cesar still had felt rather curious about those birds. Maybe if they deduced what they were, they'd figure out where they even are?

Cesar put a palm to his forehead, grunting a bit. Too much thinking tends not to be good for this sailor. Or well, It could be that, or just his wounds from the battle that had taken place mere moments ago.

"Before we get to that, though," Cesar said, before continuing to dust himself off, should we rest up before we continue on? Get our bearings, treat Theodore's wounds, at the least?"
Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
The Vale, Now that that's been all said and done...

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Hekazu@Zverda

Only one of those devil birds remained standing. Er, flying. Flying away, as frightened as a seagull after you shoot a bolt right next to it... all thanks to Wick, of course. Cesar figured he would bathe that last raven with that special glow of his, to give his crossbow-wielding companion a better shot. Well, best get to it, then...

Cesar took a deep breath as he stopped focusing on bravery and heroics, and planning to focus his latent magical energy on the bird, to bathe it in... hm, blue works, yes?

Before the bard expended any of his magical energy, however, he began to notice something about the bird. He could see it in its dark eyes... pure, genuine fear. He could see that the beasts fight-or-flight responses have gone off, and it's definitely taking flight over fight. Whether this is purely the work of magic Wick had used against the bird, its natural reactions after seeing its fellows killed with it being next, or a mixture of both, didn't matter too much to Cesar. All that he thought mattered was that it was fleeing, and it doesn't look like it will be coming back.

"This pendejo is fleeing, and it doesn't look too keen on returning! Good riddance, I say!" Cesar called, letting out a jovial laugh and sheathing his sword. The sailor cared little if his allies would continue to try and strike the beast down or not. He was just glad they didn't need to deal with any more of these hellish birds anymore, at least for the time being.



I'll get to replying with Hisoka and Odysseus some time today.
Swift Release swordsman incoming. Probably.
Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
The Vale, Did I ever tell you how much I hate birds?

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Hekazu@JBRam2002

The bird had landed on top of Cesar, throwing him to the ground. Of course, they always target the Bard, after all... As it started pecking at him, Cesar threw his arms up in defense.

"Ah, not the face!" Cesar exclaimed as he was getting pecked at. While it did give a nasty, painful blow, it was that similar sensation Cesar felt when he was attacked by those Shadows almost a day ago.

Nevertheless, Cesar didn't feel too worse for wear. A burst of energy washed over the sailor, likely a result of the spell he casted earlier. Motivated not to become birdfood, Cesar cupped his hand over his mouth, letting out a thunderous roar, once again, to throw the bird off him. Much to his dismay, however, the bird managed to stay atop him.

"Some kind of sturdy mierda, aren't you?" Cesar grunted to himself. Despite that, however, between the roar of thunder and the dreadful scare Wick gave it, the bird seemed momentarily dazed enough for Cesar to crawl out from under it, standing up as he quickly got his bearing of his surroundings.

The bard saw Katia up a tree, having her eyes on that bird by Theo. If he knew her correctly enough, then that means she's going to...

Ah, not this again...

"That's it, mi felina! Give them a taste of their own medicine!"
Cesar called to Katia, grinning. Hopefully, she doesn't get herself killed with that little stunt she's about to pull...



Shanks the Nanja,
the Mirrored Sea,
Aboard the SS Ladyslipper

@JBRam2002@Lauder

Screaming.

All Shiki could hear is screaming. The screaming of the dozens, no, hundreds of the lives he's sent to Hell. The lives he's taken for coin, and for his Brimstone Mistress. The screams were all in some sort of sick unison, their echoing agony amplified within his mind. It grated at the assassin's very sanity, threatening to consume it.

Shiki shook his head, grunting, and trying to get a better sense of his current situation. He put away his shuriken before calling out towards his allies as well as to the inscrutable being within the storm of ice.

"If the Drakes dare board,
I will come forth to slay them,
with my cursed blade!"


The vampire called, speaking in a peculiar matter, as always. He always paused between phrases, sometimes fragmenting his sentences, and speaking in some sort of pattern. Some suggest this comes from his strange, dark pact. Others believe that everyone from the Far East speaks in such a matter. Whatever the case may be, Shiki proceeded onward.

The assassin braved through the storm of ice as he made his way to the other side of the deck, where the sinister Drakes had been this entire time. He wasn't sure what they were doing out there, aside from contributing as much as he was. When Shiki got there, he took a peek at them, only to find them babbling like idiots. Shiki took this to his advantage, making himself look less conspicuous to them by crouching behind the railing, his cloak shifting colors again in a similar matter earlier, to further keep him out of sight.

The assassin hovered his hand over the sinister blade sheathed at his hip, readying to strike the moment they spring up. The blade was said to be cursed, delivering incurable wounds that sting like poison. A true weapon meant for a man of his profession. While doing this, Shivs said some quick mantras quietly to himself, clearing his mind of the madness that just earlier afflicted him.


Sorry for the delays. We both literally just finished High School.
I'll probably opt to make an antagonist when the time comes. Had a bit of writer's block in regards to my character sheet ^^"
@Lady Selune He's offline right now, sadly, but for placeholder names, just call us Guns and Roses for now. Since we have an "inside guy" already established, I figured I'd make my guy the small arms expert; the guy you go to if you want your guns modded. Has connections to a few of the better arms dealers, and even carries the ammo, too. My friend's still going to be the cleaner, though, since we'll most likely be needing one of those. And even if we don't, our Safehouse'll still need a janitor.
@Lady Selune Is it still fine if the friend I invited can also be a part of this? I mentioned this in my last post, and he plans to play the role of a Cleaner, which means he won't neccesarily have to be around during the brginning of the first heist. His role would pretty much involve paying people to not snitch if something goes wrong, tying up loose ends, and making sure there aren't any spiders in the safehouse.

Asking this because he'll be busy today and tomorrow, mainly because of graduation. Working on my csheet atm, by the way.
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