Dragoknighte

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

Cyne & Nor

Location: Salarn
Interacting with:Keystone & Ntaj

"Undead and greenskins, eh?" Nor asked, feeling quite ignored by most of the people still outside of the tavern. Of course he had managed to catch the adventurers at the most inopportune of times: not when they were cheery and optimistic at the start of a quest or when they returned triumphant, jubilant and weighted down with coin, but during the middle of their quest when they were all sulking and serious. Just his bloody luck. Still, if he was to make something of this pit stop, he'd need to be more persistent than the novice blacksmith who throws away his first sword at the first sign of trouble. Nor hitched his wagon by the much larger Orc wagon and made his way into the Crossed Swords tavern, in the process almost getting bowled by Keystone (the fuck's his problem?). What he found inside looked like the start of what could be a massive bar fight. Maybe this pit stop wouldn't be complete boredom and business.

Cyneburg did as she usually did, sitting back and watching (although she really should have gone into the Tavern with the rest of the group). How disappointing, she had gotten excited during the last day of the trip at the prospect of visiting a real settlement of people, not some adventuring group or military post, but they were all cowed by the threat of the undead. She probably wouldn't even be able to pick up a replacement veil. Oh well.

"Where are you going?" Cyne asked Keystone as he left the tavern, walking with purpose somewhere. He was still carrying Sana, but at this point, she wouldn't be surprised if Keystone would take a piss without putting her down first. The druid would merely follow behind and hope that she would get a complete answer from the cook.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@Filthy Mudblood Approved. Move Delilah over to the CS tab.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@Filthy MudbloodAlright, I'm going to be completely unreasonable here and ask that you alter the formatting of your CS so you don't have all the filled in info directly below the prompt like:

Name:
Delilah Chastain

Instead have it like this:

Name: Delilah Chastain

This is entirely me being neurotic, but it bothers me to the point that I'm having a difficult time actually reading through the character and I don't want that to color my judgement.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@ElfLordElphias Alright, you would be approved, but you're trying to get some twofers (or more) on General skills, and that won't fly. Although I shouldn't, I'll allow two non-native languages occupy a single skill slot. You'll need to be specific on what form of arts he practices. Although it's something that could be argued, charisma for the purposes of this RP is not a skill and coercion and smooth-talking are two separate skills. Likewise economics and politics are separate skills. Make the necessary changes and resubmit the character and he'll probably go through.

If you're the type that likes to research things for your writing, you might want to look up macaronis for inspiration or something.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@Nallore@FantasyChic Approved. Move to CS tab when possible.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Morose wasn't trying to bait. Sorry.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Morose Just so you know, it's spelled Tae Kwon Do.

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

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Location: Whitefall

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Lotta sudden changes going on today. One moment Lionel's trying to help Gideon get some medical treatment, three loud bangs later and suddenly there are three people dead, two of whom he almost kind of liked. He wasn't entirely sure what the whole situation was, but now they were dead so it didn't matter anymore as far as he was concerned. Still, he couldn't help but feel like he had ended up walking in on the climax of the final movie in a trilogy. At least Gideon wouldn't be passing out any time soon after that.

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Lionel stifled a yawn as he stood around in the Alliance ship's Conference Room. After dropping off Gideon at the Med Bay with Dorothy, he didn't really have much to do, and most of the ship felt hostile towards his very presence. A meeting was the last thing he wanted to sit through at the moment, but he had little choice in the matter. He blamed this entire situation on the Reavers and just added this onto the long list of reasons to hate them.

Carla Lobo

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Location: Outside

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Carla spent the entire conversation silent, and still as a rock. It was evident quickly that violence wouldn't be necessary to resolve the situation, which was yet another shitty occurrence for what should have been a good day. However, when the guns opened fire, some of the blood from ex-Captain Quinn splattered all over her. She reached out and touched her face and her fingers came back smeared crimson with blood. Something told her that she should be shocked from this event. Gregory was one of the few people who would deign to admit her as a friend. The warmth on her fingers quickly faded away, and she found she couldn't force herself to feel anything that wasn't there. She returned to the ship unfulfilled.

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Carla returned to her quarters to strip back down to her standard gear and figure out what she was going to do. Gene being on the ship was both a good and bad thing. On one hand Genevieve would be easily accessible, on the other she would learn a lot of things Carla would have rather kept secret. On top of that, Carla was feeling really pent up and Genevieve's presence only exacerbated impulses that were difficult to hold back already. Mental strategies for self-discipline were cut off early by the announcement for all personnel to meet up in the conference room. She was by no means required to actually go, the announcer was crew of a now defunct Firefly ship and even if it was someone from the Alliance, she didn't work for them. Still, she went to the conference room anyways. She didn't want to miss out on any other information and end up caught off guard by another set of ill-fated encounters. The assassin stepped into the room dressed in only her Agency uniform, but still very well armed, just not brazenly.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Going on assault, at G9. Roger would probably do more harm than good on infiltration.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Justice Asylum

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Mali had no great wish to stick around the asylum either, but managed to keep a cool expression regardless of how worried she might have been feeling on the inside. As they left the building she gave a friendly wave to the receptionist, who probably did deserve a raise for the shit she had to deal with.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ, it was too hot. The oddity of everything that had occurred in the building had made her forget the sweltering pit of bullshit that was the weather. She'd thought that having more summer would be great back in Massachusetts, but no. It's nothing but a bunch of trouble.

Mali stood behind Relic, letting him hail the cab until she spotted a dude walking across the street towards him. He wasn't Valentine so that was one plus, but nothing else about him of his actions elicited further comfort. He could still be part of the conspiracy, or even some random jackass with a grudge. Mali stepped in between the incoming man and Relic, who didn't seem to have noticed the former.

"Can I help you?" Mali sized up the dude physically. He was taller, at least more than 6 feet tall, but he wasn't that much taller. And although he had the height advantage, she was bigger than he was. All that said, she did have a broken hand and the dude could just have a knife or gun. But she would try to be civil before immediately escalating it to a physical confrontation.