Dragoknighte

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Apartment 2B

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"Oh hey, I was wondering if you were going to call me. I was almost worried you died. If you want to meet up, come by Best Chinese. I'll be waiting there." Mali hung up from the phone and looked over it a few times. It was supposed to be clean when she got it, but at what point did a phone stop being clean? Whatever, the call was already made. No use worrying about hypotheticals now. Mali shoved the phone into her pocket and removed her feet from their elevated position on the chair across from her.

Well since she was going out she'd need to be wearing more than a cast and underwear, so she slipped on some clothes (just a shirt and some sweatpants). She gave the time a quick check. 11:12 AM. Even if Relic had a car, his method of driving meant that she'd have plenty of time to get to the restaurant, assuming she could go on her way unmolested. Which, if she was being fair to Justice, given the past 3 days had been the case more or less. Yeah, she hadn't been going out so much since Wednesday, but still. 3 days was the longest stretch of nothing bad happening to her in the last 10 days, and she wasn't counting on that lasting too much longer. As Mali stepped out the door, she wondered what she'd pick up at the restaurant.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyneburg

Location: A trap cave full of friendly orcs
Interacting with: Kyra, Keystone, Orc Leader & Brezcar

Well Cyne had her translation work cut out for her. Both ways in fact. Very quickly she gave up the idea of any sort of 1:1 translation and resolved to just try to get the spirit of what's being said across to each party. It helped that both Brezcar and herself knew the other spoke both languages, so anything shady wouldn't really fly since neither side could really get away with it. First she would relay the gist of the conversation/argument the leader and Brezcar were having to Kyra and Keystone.

"The chief is furious that we're even here in the first place. Brezcar told him that not everything is as they were told and explained that we were hired by Cremwise." Cyne cleared her throat as she tried to mentally process Keystone's long, rambling spiel into something that could be somewhat easily communicated quickly. Given 15 seconds of gear churning she had the idea down pretty well.

"Cremwise fûrz. Keystone, sharaat hon nar slaium-nar Salarn-ishi. Mokat slaium-nar agh maukuzat gugsh turu. Gakhat-gus dafrum tul-ishi agh atiglût. Narnûlubatûr ghûlum agh narmoklat throk-izisha gaakh?"Cremwise is a liar. Keystone, the human right there didn't see a single undead in Salarn. He hates them and has actually fought them on many prior occasions. Really he only cares about our group in here and just outside the cave right now. He wants to thank you for your help and maybe you would like to eat together? It wasn't nearly as... colorful as the original, but it got the point across and only missed a few tidbits of information. She hoped. Honestly she couldn't be entirely sure she knew what the man was saying all the time.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Location: His room

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Lionel was not a man of weak constitution. He had seen just about every internal organ in the human body exposed to open air, he had felt men struggle for breath under his hands before they grew still and the life left their body, he had even managed to eat his ex-wife's cooking on occasion; however, the smell of disinfectants, medicines and the rushing of doctors filled him with a sense of dread down to the pit of his stomach that he couldn't shake, and when the person being operated on was someone he had some measure of respect for he couldn't stand to be there any longer.

When Genevieve followed him to help him move without falling onto his face, but not back towards the med bay, he non-verbally accepted her help again, this time a bit more openly and without any grumblin' or cussin'. His room was less'n 50 feet away from the Med Bay across flat ground, but any extra stability was still welcomed. When Gene told him to call, he looked at her with an indeterminate expression. It could have been pain, exasperation, irritation, some combination of the three or none of the above, but he gave her a solid, no-nonsense answer.

"Will do, Miss." With that he shuffled into his room and proceeded to fall face first onto his bed.

He could really use a drink right now. Lionel looked up from the bed and spotted a nearby half-empty bottle.

It was out of arm's reach.

Tā mā de wǒ de shēnghuó.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Relic's Safe House

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Relic was doing a lot of things that could normally be considered out of the ordinary and nonsensical, but in the current context were rather reasonable. It was pretty easy to get into his head and figure out how he was thinking now. Any phone call could be traced, so by shortening it down to a couple minutes at most, you minimize the chances of getting discovered. When you're driving to a more secure space, you loop around multiple times and take the long way so that you can spot somebody tailing you and it makes you harder to follow in the first place. And when you spoke about the Big Picture in public, you did it with as few specifics or spoken conclusions as possible. It wasn't a mindset Mali agreed with (conspiracy theories are dumb and juvenile), but considering she "met" the guy when he was getting beaten up by crackheads, a good dose of paranoia might not be as unwarranted as it might appear on the surface.

What was more surprising was in contents of the inside of the safe house. She was expecting an empty building, and although the architecture of the building was what she was expecting, the number of people and tech certainly weren't. She had assumed that Relic was either a big shadow company or a solo endeavor, and given the environment around her that prior seemed to be a bit more correct. Mali's hands came together and she slowly cracked her knuckles: first the left hand, then the right.

"Alright, let's talk."

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyneburg

Location: A trap cave full of friendly orcs
Interacting with: Cremwise, Kyra & Keystone

"That's one way to describe it," Cyne replied to Keystone's half-question. She unhooked her arm from around Cremwise's neck and pushed him into the middle of the party. "Keep an eye out on him for me while I'm gone. ~Don't worry to much, Cremmy. I'll be back as soon as I can for you ♥.~" Cyne's expressions and persona changed in an instant, going from kind of nervous but stern to flirtatious and bubbly before reverting back to normal as if nothing had ever happened in the first place. She followed behind Keystone and Kyra, not talking to either of them, which seemed to be a behavior the other two humans shared.

Keystone seemed to be thinking about things, probably coming up with some sort of plan of action to take when talking to the leader. Kyra didn't seem to be feeling talkative. Cyneburg blinked a couple times as her eyes adjusted to the dark of the cave. If there was one thing that her base form was better at than almost any of her animal forms it was seeing in the dark. Sure the owl had far sharper vision overall and the handy ability to perceive the altitude of sounds, but in cavernous and subterranean situations like this one, being a half orc gave her a sense of calm that she normally didn't have in other terrain types. Maybe it was just in the blood.

What wasn't so calming was the smell. Sure she had been in worse smelling places: sulfuric plains, neglected barns that had manure up to the ankle, elven perfume shops, but that didn't make this cave any more fun to walk through. The worst part was knowing that the residents weren't able to smell their own lodgings. Still, it was kind of surprising that they had built up such a stench in the first place. They were in the middle of a war against humans and undead. She'd think that they'd move around the forest rather than sticking around to one cave. Then again, what did she know about tactics?

Speaking of tactics, what could she do against undead in her current state? There was a pretty good chance that they would attack tonight. Snake venom didn't work on targets that were already dead. None of her other reptile forms could do much fighting, and she wasn't much of a fighter in the first place. Then again, neither were undead. The walking dead did have lots of numbers on their side and she didn't really have any offensive spells...

Cyneburg resolved to cross that bridge when she got to it. Now she would focus her thoughts on the upcoming meeting of the leaders and how she could help facilitate that.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

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@Ammokkx

I made a basket out of yarn and nylon today

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Scallop @Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Charnobylisk @Nallore @Pundii

Okay, I know why the notifications did not go through - when I quoted I forgot to remove the top part of my quote with for some reason kept it from going through - it happened again lol - Oh well, now we know.

@Lady Amalthea

And knowing is half the battle

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Location: Outside the Ship->Medbay

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Although Lionel gladly accepted Genevieve's help, he wasn't none too happy with her decision on where he should go. It's not like he had any prejudices against Dr. Dolores' skills as a doctor, but it was quite obvious even from his limited knowledge and through the fog of pain that the med bay was pretty crowded as it was, and his problems were rather minor in comparison to being shot. At best he'd be on the waiting list, and at worst, his presence would be actively impeding the good doctor's work.

"I don't need no doctor right now." Lionel told Genevieve through clenched teeth in between small, hesitant steps. "My current malady will sort itself out with a couple hours of layin' down. Maybe even less." When they actually arrived at the med bay to find the Captain unconscious and convulsing, a tube pumping some black kěyí xiànfǎ de shízhì into her gut, he felt a measure of validation, and another measure of a great desire to immediately get out of the damn place.

"See? She's quite busy now. And whether you like it or not, I'm not going to loiter about like my ex-wife's dear old mother and provide hindrance to this delicate procedure. Beside my dear, I'm feelin' quite a ways improved already." After this declaration Lionel would try to disentangle himself from the Companion and walk away from the scene through his own power. Through doing so he'd demonstrate that his claims (at least appeared) to be mostly factual. He certainly moved with a lot more fluidity and strength than he had while he was outside the ship.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

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@Ammokkx