Deadnaut

Star Wars: The Beat [Stormtrooper RP]

I'll throw my hat in the ring

First MxF mix seal team.

I'll throw my hat in the ring and fill out whatever role/gender/rank/whatever needs fillin chief.

Things Can Always Get Worse - Warhammer 40,0000 Only War

As a Guard player m'self, color me interested.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious

Definitely a photo finish so far as staying eligible, but I posted (Sorry for late post, had a lot on my plate today).

Also, @ScreenAcne, come fite me m8. Blackjack'll deck ya one some'n fierce!

The Crucible - Winner Take All

"What in Sam Hill is a 'Smiley'? Well, either way, Oren made it sound like I won't get much outta it."

Ceasing his work on his trap, Teller sighed and mumbled to himself "Course, it ain't ever easy, is it?". It took Teller the better part of an hour to finish his work, though at least his armor kept him musically entertained as ever. With his work done, he climbed to the top of the structure, a few stories tall, and sat down for a moment as he thought of how he was gonna play this. Of all the folks he'd seen, there weren't many that would seem to qualify as non-vocal. The demon, probably that damn ogre, maybe a couple who weren't so obvious. Either way, he figured he'd plan on it being the demon or the huge ass ogre thing, both of which fell right into his plan. As he mounted his observation post, he opened his helmet visor and allowed some music, courtesy of Yumiko, to blast out at full volume for all to hear, playing from the same speakers his voice would be projected from if the helmet were closed.

His 'auditory beacon' now active, he shouted again for Oren to hear "Alright then, point in the right direction eh? Or if you wouldn't mind, send the other guy my way, either one works for me." After the chaos of the first day, Teller now had at least a game plan, and a fairly acceptable idea of who he may be fighting. Not to mention he now had more tools, in the form of the stealth box and...well whatever that mask did. Having only lost a trivial amount of ammo and one fragmentation grenade so far, it looked like he could go into his next fight strong. As he waited for Oren to answer, he scanned the surrounding streets for any sign of his foe, his trained eyes also picking out places to dart to and potential escape routes if the battle went south. Yessir, things were finally looking up for the commando, and he intended to keep them that way.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

My post will be up either late tonight or early tomorrow @Lugubrious, but I still live.

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

Aaand writer's block has hit me like a truck T_T. I've rewritten this post like eight times and I still don't like it.

As for your query boss, I think it likely ends with one of our characters living to tell the tale and the rest of us dying.

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

Aight ya'll, post up tomorrow, prepare for the awesome tale of Aura being awesome and definitely not completely terrified.

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

@CollectorOfMyst

Ah, I concur.

The Brave Saints - A DxD Roleplay set in an alternate history.

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Music came out over a pair of headphones seated on the head of a young man who walked the streets, occasionally stopping next to businesses and sifting through bins and withdrawing small mechanical parts, placing them in a backpack on his back. Daniel whistled in time with his music as he rummaged through the garbage bin of a convenience store, his gloved hands pulling out a busted smartphone. With a grin, Danny muttered "Score! Bet the parts on this little puppy still work, probably can salvage the processor." Triumphantly slipping the busted phone into one of the pockets on his bag, Danny closed the bin and discarded the latex gloves, grabbing another pair from the box, duct-taped to the side of his backpack, and preemptively slipping them on as he moved along with a spring to his step.

He had been scavenging for the last hour, turning up all kinds of usable parts, though a loud yawn reminded him that he had, yet again, allowed enthusiasm to take him away from sleep. Though, early in the morning was the only way to stop the police from riding him, so it was best to do this to avoid the conflict (though the cynical side of him reminded him it was likely best to simply stop dumpster diving for parts when he had more than enough disposable income to buy them). Of course, that wasn't the same to him as heading out and rescuing orphaned parts and bits of tech, and that was why he still headed out early in the morning so often, giving bits of tech that would've otherwise wound up in a garbage burner a chance to do something again. It was a silly notion, Daniel wasn't blind to that, yet it felt right to him. So, that was why, to the sound of Skillet, he had scavenged for the last hour and was resolved to keep doing so. However, he was nearing the edges of town, and the office building there.

This structure was an odd one, especially on Tuesdays. He was pretty sure its inhabitants were unaware of his occasional visits (and raids of their dumpster), but at the same time he was relatively unaware of its inhabitants as well. That wasn't unusual for the structures he visited, after all most of the stores that threw out good stuff (He stopped visiting places that consistently had nothing for him) were places he didn't care to actually visit in earnest. This place was different though, somehow, and that was ignoring the fact that somehow the ground seemed to quake around here at times. Yet, despite that weirdness (And the fact that it seemed like people lived here, based on the kind of stuff he dug up, not to mention the consistent lack of any actual office equipment). Usually, even this weirdness didn't hold up for more than a moment, but for some reason, today in particular, it got to him. He felt like he needed answers, or at least to get a feel for the actual inhabitants of the structure.

For this reason, he sat on the other side of the road and decided to just wait around for awhile. It wasn't like he had anything else to do today, he didn't have to come in until the damn procurement department got off their asses and got the next batch of raw parts in. So, seated across from the door, he removed the toolbox from his backpack, a red metal box older than he was, and spread out a small tarp in front of him, on which went some of his older parts (not the new acquisitions, he'd need to clean them up and tinker with them in his workshop). Looking at them, in his mind's eye he could already see the parts coming together. A screwdriver was produced, and soon the bits of a cellphone (some kind of Samsung something or other, Danny wasn't quite sure which kind) were being spliced together with parts from a few old AN-PRC JEM radios (A gift from his Dad's massive stockpile of old Marine Corps gear). His hope was to combine them together to form a long range COM setup (likely a satellite radio of a sort), though as ever he was unsure if he had the technical acumen to engineer it. Yet, for some reason, he felt oddly hopeful concerning the outcome of this little experiment, and so Daniel quickly lost sight of his original goal (keeping an eye on the building) and became engrossed in the act of creation.