This sounds like a real good RP, so color me interested
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Oh myy......
Color me interested!
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7 yrs ago
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Hey ya'll, so it seems like our boss man is MIA. Given that that is the case, would anyone object if I attempted to step in and run an OW for us?
I'll throw my hat in the ring
I'll throw my hat in the ring
I'll throw my hat in the ring and fill out whatever role/gender/rank/whatever needs fillin chief.
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7 yrs ago
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As a Guard player m'self, color me interested.
@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!
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!
"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.
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.
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