Dragoknighte

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Fire the Tungsten rounds around several suns to slingshot them right into the heart of the Anti Spiral. Universe is saved without needing Spiral Power.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@FantasyChic

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Don't get too excited everyone. Remember what happened last time we moved to the next chapter?

I bet Juno will commandeer the plane Dark Knight Rises style. Everyone aboard except Caesar dies because LLA wants him to suffer. Everyone else gets into a weightlifting accident wherein they shoot themselves in the back of the head.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

they don't and make it all away around and Strike NOAH, killing everyone onboard, and stranding everyone who isn't on board to become POWs or be outright destroyed.

@Mr Rage

Sounds rad. Let's do it.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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"What are you looking at me for? I'm just as lost as you are." Seriously, she had only known Relic for what? 9-10 days? And she'd only known Zoie for about 12 hours. There was no way that she'd have the emotional closeness to be able to instinctively suss out what their non-verbal arguments were really about.

"Wait. Stop right there. Before you go any further, you're going to have to stop being vague and explain what you're going on about. What about Zatara Lyo? Why is she important to the current conversation? Remember, I'm new. I don't know shit." Mali stood out of her chair and lightly slapped her hand down on the table (enough to make a noise, but not enough to shake the table or anything resting on it in any significant way) to punctuate her first two sentences. It seemed like everyone was about to get caught up in some long discussion and could miss her objections if she simply spoke normally. Physical action was a lot harder to ignore.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I'd finished my Relationship sheet as well.

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

Cyneburg

Location: Salarn
Interacting with:Keystone, Lederer

"I dunno, having an official rank in a monastery seems like a clear indicator of being a monk proper. You do all that..." Cyne, at a loss for words for how to properly describe chi waved her hands around trying to convey the idea non-verbally. "stuff that monks do. You don't really act or look like one, but appearances are all superficial, yeah? Being able to think and do properly's more important."

Unrelated to Keystone's official designations, she did appreciate his answer, but wasn't entirely sure how well it worked. She herself couldn't wear metal armors, but that was due to the rules of her own organization; she'd still be perfectly capable of doing everything she could at the moment. If she turned into a horse and that horse had barding applied to it, she would be no less swift (well maybe just a bit less), just more easily fatigued. Yeah a full set of plates would probably interfere with that otherworldly grace, but monks generally wore little more than pajamas. Surely a bit of extra padding wouldn't hurt that much. Maybe that weird monk stuff was just a more finicky form of arcane magic. Then that would make a measure of sense, she supposed.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

Sorry I don't watch tv?

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

6:47PM
_{Royal Family ETA: 28 Hours}

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The day was winding down, yet there were few signs that activity within the city would come to a halt any time soon. There were slightly fewer cars in the streets. The homeless were less spread out, coming together in predetermined locations to band together before the night could fall. But even though the curtain would soon fall on the day for most, work continued undaunted for poor Satchel Sommer, Mayor of New Cardiff.

The entire day had been one hassle after another. Oh, the construction on Loop 288, which was planned to be one of the major roads taken when escorting the Royal Couple had yet to be finished despite the initial deadline being set in late June? Well just reroute the entire tour so they don't have to be hampered by such inconveniences. Just a trifle really.

What's that? There's rumors that there'll be an organized protest right outside the Cosmodrome? Well looks like he'll just have to divert the majority of his police forces to a single building to keep undesirables from creating a ruckus. Nevermind the fact that this would remove a stabilizing force from the rest of the city, creating an open opportunity for all sorts of shit to go down from various gangs and quick witted ne'er do wells.

The media won't stop pestering you about various aspects of the murder that happened while you were trying to salvage some sleep last night? You can try throwing them out, but that just makes them get creative. Then they'll wait for you in the bathroom, or climb in through the window, or somehow get ahold of his personal phone number and pester that way. Really the only way he managed to throw them off was by making them think the real scoop was on the other side of the city.

And on top of all this and more, all day he had to deal with the bickering of various nobles all clamoring to assume Ram Tobin's position after his untimely demise came to light. Seriously, the position was just vacated due to assassination and all they could see was a new chance to boost their social status and try to impress Albert or Lilya for even more power grabs. The worst part was how they just expected him to cater to their every whim, resolve every issue related to the coming arrival of the Monarchs and have enough time to run the city as well.

For the time being, he was able to be alone with his work for the first time in 12 hours. As he flipped through the documents strewn about his desk, he came across a stranger among the mostly uniform papers. A handwritten note. Adorned across it was a single word.

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Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

No matter how much you scrub, the marks of your bad aim remain stained in history