Dragoknighte

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Apparently the guild considers 18 months to be 2 years.

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

Rest in Peace, Thomas.

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

Cyne & Nor

Location: Tower
Interacting with:The group

"We could just bust our way in." A rather simplistic train of thought, but it had its merits. They had a couple of really beefy guys in the form of Keystone and the dwarf and she could transform into something big like a bear or ox if need be, so it wasn't like they lacked the muscle to just knock down the door. And chances were that nobody actually lived here, so any damage they did to this tower wouldn't be to anyone's detriment. And if anyone was residing in the tower, they were about to have a shitty day either way, That hole wasn't going to keep out the impending storm, so might as well cut down on all the decision making and just go the simple route. And Cyne would rather not be out in the open when that storm did roll in.

"Perhaps we ought to take a gander 'round the area afore we start breaking into places. We be dealing with a necromancer, aye? From me own experiences, if'n a spellcaster be holed up somewhere like this, they have some secret back door that they use. The front door looks a bit too shabby fer a'body that's throwing around hordes of skeletons." At least I wouldn't hole up somewhere with only a single entrance entrance and exit if it were me, Nor thought to himself. Having only one entrance to your lair was a rookie mistake. Sure there was only one way for your foes to come in, making it the most secure option but then there was no escape. Any wizard with enough power to command an army of undead should at least know that much. Then again, you never knew with those types.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Being the one stuck on the ship was a double edged sword. On one hand, you're not in mortal danger, which was a plus no matter who you were. Only adrenaline junkies and those with a death wish could enjoy that aspect of being a Framewerk pilot. In the moment there was a seductive excitement when your life was on the line, but that was always offset with relief as soon as you were out of that situation. Relief or pants shitting terror. It was a coin-flip between the two, really.

The other plus was that he had an outside perspective from which to view the rest of the mission. During the battles he always found himself unable to keep up with all the different things going on at once. He was too close, and had a habit of developing tunnel vision, which was probably more of a liability than his relative piloting skill. But for once he was able to more or less keep track of everything that had transpired after making sure Elise wasn't dead.

On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel useless. The last part of the mission wasn't suited to what he or Yeager could do. He knew that. Yeager was good in open spaces (or at least with enough room to maneuver) against infantry, or getting to and from places. He was one of the best choices for making sure that Elise got back alive. He knew this, but watching the rest of Squad Sigma finish the mission in such a spectacular fashion pissed him off even more. His team managed to actually strike back against the Cruxi and it felt like he had no part in the thing. Not to say that he wasn't excited when the base popped, or he wasn't cheering when X-7 and Paladin managed to get back onto the ship. He just couldn't shake that useless feeling at the pit of his stomach, and every moment it was there only served to make him angrier.

So there he was, hanging around the hangar, waiting for the rest of the squad to get out of their 'werks (not counting Devors. He was basically sprinting through the ship. No use trying to talk to him). So they could celebrate? Inform them about Elise's condition? Honestly he didn't know for what. But wait he did. From the looks of it, he would be waiting for awhile if Zim and Black Star were anything to go by.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Red Lake Police Department

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Of course she would have taken the entire case onto herself; why would it be any other way? You had to make sure everyone knew how much more important you were than them. Any pleasure he may have derived from the case was flushed down the toilet, but he didn't let his professional exterior slip much. The sheriff did give him a potential lead, and that was a gesture of goodwill that he would be sure to not squander.

"Ah, I see. Well thank you regardless, Sheriff. Now if you'll excuse me." When he stepped out of the office, he noticed that the conversation between the FBI agent and that other girl had just come to a close. Perfect. This was a rare opportunity where she was unoccupied, so he could get the conversation over with. As he walked towards Jeanna, he jotted down a couple brief notes in the notepad he still had on hand.

FBI has the complete case file.
Check with the Walkers for possible access to private rooms.

"Kingsfield, Harry. Private Investigator." He offered a hand to Jeanna. Keep the introduction brief and to the point. She'd be able to figure out the rest on her own. Well, hopefully she would. The FBI wouldn't be so dumb as to hire complete nincompoops and shuttle them out to the rest of the country to interfere with actual investigation. Would they?

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

Alright Nal, since it's just you and me now I'm going to briefly put things on hold (maybe a couple days at most). From this point forward we can basically throw out all the rules since it's just us.

If you have any suggestions/comments/whatever go ahead and fire away.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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"So yeah, entirely your idea."

"Dress actually, assuming that you can procure something for me by tonight. It'd be nice to get all prettied up for once." The suit or dress question took Mali by surprise for a second. But it did make sense, she was fairly masculine in mannerism and dress, so it'd be easy to assume that she would simply prefer to wear a suit. That said, one doesn't get into bodybuilding and not care about their looks, and even though she'd be loathe to admit it, a big reason for choosing dress over suit is that she'd be able to show off her body. A suit would just cover all her hard work up.

"So is there anything you want me to do while at this party? Just schmooze everyone up? Sit there and act pretty? Create a wild cover story to cover your ass?" Mali wasn't exactly familiar with big fancy fundraising parties. She was pretty sure you either had to be rich or a politician for that to be the case. But it wasn't like she was some hoodrat or country bumpkin who'd never heard of a black tie event. As long as she wasn't asked to do anything too involved, she was pretty sure she'd be able to bullshit her way through any boring dinner. Hopefully.

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

Nor

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:Thomas

"And we wouldn't want those poor wee bugs tae get all stressed when yer gonna kill em for their organs. Maybe ye should read em a bedtime story and tuck em in so they don't get scary dreams while you're at it." They were insects that were needed for parts, not a pet, beast of burden or wild animal that looked hungry. All those things are creatures you should be worried about being stressed to varying degrees. As long as the glands or whatever weren't disrupted the state of the rest of the bug wasn't all that important. Fucking mages.

"About bloody time. Let's get a move on." Nor pushed himself off from the wall to head outside. In his peripheral vision he noticed the half-breed follow along outside.

He decided against bringing his shield for this particular trip. It would be safe enough in the cart with Dorka, and since as far as he knew he wasn't bringing that along, it would be too much of a hassle for comparatively little gain. If there was any sneaking to be done, he was clinking and clanking enough as it was and a shield would only disadvantage him further. He'd just have to rely on his not quite bare hands and big-ass knife to get by in any combat scenarios that were liable to occur.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

@ApollosarcherUse the recoil of your big-ass weapons to rocket yourself backwards through space. I may not have done any math to see if this would work, but I'm sure it would only end well.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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"You say 'we,' but I'm pretty sure me acting as a cover story was entirely your idea. Unless you (Marc) had a hand in this." Which was doubtful, considering that Zoie implied she didn't really tell Marc all that much about what her plans were, at least as far as the short term went. Mali crossed her arms (which was kind of awkward given the bulk of her cast and her arms) and leaned back in the chair.

"And if this is the case, I don't really see what your hold up is. If she's not suspicious, then now's the best time to try something like this. Is there something else here I don't know about? Or did you just join up with Juno and then decided not take advantage of being on the 'inside?' What, were you just hoping that you'd just find somebody else to do all the legwork for you? Yeah it's a risk, but from what I can tell, this entire harebrained scheme is just a series of gambles stacked on top of each other." Mali still wasn't convinced that Zatara would have anything on this case, even with Relic's insistence, but she wouldn't push it anymore than she already had. She could spot a brick wall in a conversation.

Idly, Mali wondered why Valentine would go to the lengths of going to court for putting a kid up for adoption. If you're supposed to be some unperson, surely there would be quieter ways of doing this than simply relying on your friends to erase your existence in the system. Maybe she was just making unrealistic assumptions. When it came down to it, she didn't know how powerful Juno truly was. This might just be the most cost effective manner of doing things.