Dragoknighte

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

Crocodile

Location: Orc Camp
Interacting with: Crunchy, crunchy skeletons & Loud noises

The aggressive part of the crocodile brain was satisfied with the outcome of the attack, the downward swing of its upper jaw, the crunch of bone, the sight of the target not moving anymore. It was all good, and only cost the low, low price of getting a bunch of broken bone in its mouth: nothing that the reptile wasn't built to handle. The bones tasted like dirt and grime, but that wasn't something the tiny brain of the reptile took into account. Even the druid behind it all felt pretty pleased with the end result. Healer was safe(ish) and she didn't end up horribly wounded this time.

The crocodile brain did not react to the exploding skeletons. Loud noises did not do good things to the psychology of any animal. The first instinct was to run away, one that Cyne found herself agree with fervently. However, she had a self-appointed job, and she was going to keep it. However, she had no idea how. She was good at close combat in an animal shape. Long distance combat was not really something she could participate in, given her current form and lack of appendage. So while magic shenanigans happened all around her, Cyne focused on not panicking and making sure there were no hidden threats to the party or Satilla.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Roger was a simple guy who could be easily lost, especially when it came to the realm of the female gender. When Katya started to treat him differently, he tried figuring out why. Was it because she blamed him for how badly the simulation went? Did he do something he didn't know about, like eating something she was saving for later? Did she just decide she didn't like him? Well whatever it was, she wasn't saying what she was so peeved about. However, during practice she would drop the behavior. After a couple days of this he made it a point to actively avoid her as much as possible. If she walked in the room he would drop whatever he was doing and leave, or end a conversation early. He just wasn't going to deal with her shit if he could help it.

When it came to the newcomers, Roger did what he usually did when confronted with the idea of meeting with new authority figures: stand tight, shut up and don't get into trouble. He didn't try interacting with the giant man with no teeth, or chat with any of the other soldiers there, and when the sergeant finally revealed herself as a little girl, no older than say 6 he did his best to not let his surprise show. Tiny though she may be, she was really cute. But something stopped him from completely going along with that train of thought, and that was the fact that since joining this program he had seen a lot of crazy bio-engineering shit. For all he knew, this child was a 35 year old woman who got de-aged into a little kid by some Lorenzo-esque scientist. Maybe she's also a clone like Sigma. Who knew?

Roger's eye caught Serah's salute, which jogged his brain enough to remember that the child was also a sergeant on top of a likely freakish science experiment gone right(?). He mimicked the salute as well, probably looking pretty dumb given the rest of the circumstances, but maybe staving off potential ire from the pintsized officer. Or not. These high ranking officers were impossible to make heads or tails of. Maybe he'd have been better off sticking to staying in the navy. At least everything would make sense.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

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Fuck, I don't think Siggy was this high at first XD

@AtomicNut

Sig was at 88% and Elora 90% initially

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

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Jesus.

@Ammokkx

You said it.

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

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Location: The Kitchen

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"Well first," Lionel loudly interjected, "we should gather all the rest of the crew into one place and firmly establish what Miss Powell has learned before we come up with any plans. Don't have the hankerin' to be foolin' around with half-cocked plans based on half-understood information, tryin' to get all our chicks in line while the Alliance is marching their way over to here so they can collect backtaxes on our entrails." Normally in some sort of high stress situation like this, Lionel made it a policy to let the Captain take charge of her crew. However, this was the Alliance specifically coming for this crew, and while they had nothing specifically on him, getting caught with a bunch of wanted men and women was not on his To-Do List.

As far as the Camilla was concerned, he didn't give two shits about the obvious backstory soap drama that was going on right now.If she was really some Alliance spy/sympathizer that wanted to screw over the entire crew, she could have easily done that by sitting pretty and waiting for the government to just fly in and pick them up. The fact that she was even telling them about this kept her off his shit list.

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

God.
Fucking.
Dammit.

I had a whole post written up, and when I pressed Post, the internet decided to curl up and die, so it didn't go through, nor did it get saved when I had to restart my computer to get it back. Might not get a post out until tomorrow because of this.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Club AfterDark

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Mali walked through the bar, barely noticing the stares she and Relic were getting. She merely kicked that particular detail into a corner of her mind to rot. It was something she had gotten used to awhile ago. Still, it was probably putting the kid on edge, what with wanting to lay low and not get beaten up. But being inconspicuous was just something that they weren't going to be while traveling together.

Still, one of the gawkers stood out. The girl with the Bus Guy was giving her an eyeful. On a closer inspection she was pretty cute. Yeah, she was probably staring for the reason anyone else would, but the paranoid part of her brain brought up the fact that she and the Bus Guy might be part of the conspiracy. They certainly weren't above conscripting thugs into the service, and it was odd to run into a total stranger multiple times within such a short period of time. It would be entirely possible that he was hired to follow them around and keep track. At the same time, that was a dangerous hole to follow. She'd seen no astrological tattoos on them and the Bus Guy was minding his own business, so she wouldn't get too worked up over this.

Mali sat down next to Relic and sized up the bartender, another giant black man. Less giant and more black than the bouncer at the door, but still a brick wall of muscle. Whoever owned this bar knew how to pick up physically intimidating staff members. Well whoever this woman was, she wasn't here. But while they were here, it'd be a waste to just sit around.

"Water please. No ice." Might as well get something to drink while she was here. The temptation to get something alcoholic since she was on forced downtime was there, but ultimately denied. Driving around and standing in the dusty Public Recods Building reminded her that she was behind on her water requirements for the day and would need some rehydrating.

"So," she said, turning to address her compatriot. "do you want to stick around and wait for her, or do you have something else in mind?"

GURPS

Yes it is.

GURPS

I've read through the first book of GURPS and making my way through the second.

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

Carla Lobo

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Location: Med Bay

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Carla smiled and brought her hand up to her mouth at Foy's zero effort attempt to butter her up and persuade her into participating in manual labor. Even for somebody not acquainted with Foy as she was, it would not too difficult to see through his two-dimensional compliment. If somebody didn't know either of the figures, they might interpret this reaction as Carla positively taking the compliments to heart. However, Foy knew Carla well enough to know that compliments did not get one anywhere with her. If it appeared that she was flattered by anything (That didn't come from Genevieve) it was probably part of her cover on an assassination mission.

Still, it was a dance, part of the routine, a game even. Carla was about to tell Foy that she'd be happy to help him carry that package all the way to Diyu, but then Jahosafat left with an order which that took precedence over catty games of counterfeit etiquette and masked intentions. The fake smile disappeared from her face, replaced by a look of cold professionalism and her hands dropped to the armrests.

"Perhaps I'll assist you with moving the box once Jahosafat returns. I have been assigned to security, and he has just instructed us to stay here and keep watch. If you want to leave, go ahead. I doubt anything will change here." Carla crossed her legs and took stock of the room. Yep, looked like any other Alliance ship med bay, plus a dozen newly added boxes or so. In the back of Carla's mind, she felt the familiar itch grow just a degree more irritating than it had been for the last week. She silently hoped that they wouldn't stay in the Black for too long.