Dragoknighte

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

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🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Diamond District

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Yeah, this was about what she had expected. When Mali stepped out of the limo, she felt like she was being watched from all sides even though in her mind she knew that most people were probably minding their own business. So many people casually wearing clothes that she wouldn't be able to afford without a few months of dedicated saving, and the disparity in the quality of clothes struck doubly due to the fact that she was wearing someone else's hand-me downs that didn't fit properly. She stuck out, not like a sore thumb, but like a Dubble Bubble amongst Halloween chocolates: cheap and unwanted.

Well that would need to be the first thing to get taken care of. Mali looked out at the various stores and noted that they were smaller than she'd expected them to be. Then again, these kinds of stores made profit by charging tons of money to a very select crowd, they would need to be relatively small as a rule. Her eye was instinctively drawn to one store, simply titled Roux written in cursive script with ionized Argon lights.

It was artfully decorated with Modern stripes of blacks and dark grays at the top, with a sturdy foundation of artfully chosen bricks at the bottom, with large glass displays separating the two disparate designs. Behind the glass barricade were a pair of mannequins that were almost identical to actual people wearing the wares of the store: very fancy, but expensive dresses complete with large, stylish hats and equally expensive handbags in tow.

Wait. Mali took a closer look at the mannequins, and for a few seconds nothing happened, but then one blinked. Were those actual people standing there, modeling the clothes? Mere moments afterwards, the mannequin-models switched to new poses from the ones they were in prior. Alright, that settled it, that's the first store they'd hit up.

"Let's go to Roux first. I need to get out of these clothes as soon as possible." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Mali remembered they technically belonged to Zoie. "No offense."

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

7:07PM
_{Royal Family ETA: 24 Hours}

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"I already told you, she's not my girlfriend. Stop calling her that." Leonard griped from the other side, seemingly unsurprised by the fact that she was an Allencourt. It would be pretty shocking for most, but then again, Leonard was pretty up there as far as societal standing went. Even discounting his status as something of a fashionista, he met a lot of relatively important people. Maybe meeting members of the Royal House was something that happened relatively often for him.

"And what are you talking about? I told you this morning, I've been busy in meetings all day. Is there a fire or something," he inquired. Well maybe he really didn't know about the riot brewing outside. When Anthony looked down at the city, he could see that the crowds of homeless were starting to move in one direction, but he couldn't see much more than that from the angle that his apartment provided.

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

Cyne & Nor

Location: Tower
Interacting with:The group

That door got smashed in far more easily than Cyne was expecting it to be. She didn't think the burly not-Monk that was Keystone would have any problems knocking it down, but she thought he'd go for a shoulder charge or kick; the ways she normally saw people try to break open a door. Well, she supposed in the end it didn't really matter, the method in which the door was removed, just that it was now out of the way. Cyne followed Keystone into the tower and idly walked around the room, inspecting the chairs and armor.

"I believe it's a rather simple arcane spell to clean up a room. If the necromancer were living here, he or she would probably use such a trick to keep the place tidy." Just because you work with corpses doesn't mean you want to live in filth. Honestly, the only reason she even remembered the factoid was because the spell name was a really long, peculiar word. She couldn't remember the name itself; only that it began with the letter P, but the fact stuck in her head regardless.

Nor remained outside,there was still some bile on his foot that didn't seem to want to come off no matter how hard her shook his foot. Sure he could try brushing it off with his hand, but that would be gross and only create a worse problem. He didn't exactly have the ankle flexibility to scrape it off into the dirt, even had he been unarmored yet he was dead set on having it removed before carrying on with the rest of the party. At this rate he'd have to go out and find a tree or something to clean off his foot.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Red Lake Police Department

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Briefly, Harry considered giving the FBI Agent his contact information: phone number, email and such. It would make professional sense; they were effectively trying to solve the same case, being able to contact one another made sense. But at the same time, they were staying at the same small hotel and in such a small town, it really wasn't all that difficult to track someone who hadn't mysteriously vanished down. Also he didn't want to give her a means of contacting him in case she was one of those people, and that he just didn't like her very much.

"I believe that should be all. Thanks for your time." Harry turned away from the agent and made his way out of the police station. As he walked towards the street towards his parking spot he jotted down a few notes in his notepad, all the while not looking at where he was going:

• Walker's file supposedly clean
• Possible lead: Lake. Unlikely due to constant search parties investigating there
• Possible lead: Her room. Must ask permission before investigating.

Once he was all comfortable in his car, he would make his way back to the Bed and Breakfast. He could use a bite to eat, and it happened to conveniently be where his first lead was located. Two birds with one stone.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Everyone forgets about Zim and go off to eat cake without him

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

Oh, did I mention that there are already happenings for this up coming RP occurring in my current Rp's? ~grins~ Welcome to Thunderdome!

@Lady Amalthea

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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Spread his fingers? What the hell did she mean by that? Was that some weird Southern and/or Californian saying she'd never heard of before? Or maybe she had messed up another figure of speech entirely? Was she wondering how long it would be until Relic ran out of cash after getting cut off, or how long it would take to start stealing cash from others? Or she could even be talking about something that hadn't even occurred to Mali. Of course, she could always just ask what she meant by that peculiar turn of phrase, but it felt like such a question would be out of place.

So for the time being, Mali just sat in silence and waited for Marc to drive them all to the Diamond District. She'd never been there, and really fancy parts of major cities was outside of her experience. Sure she'd visited Boston plenty of times and had been to some of the nicer parts of the city, but nothing upscale or out of her class. While the shopping trip to come was certainly something she was excited for, she couldn't help but feel like she would be extremely out of place. Even more so than usual. Something about class isolationism felt more jarring than simply sticking out because you look like a freak.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

<Snipped quote by Mr Rage>

W-What? Did... did you say... I-Interaction?

@ArkmageddonCat

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

7:07PM
_{Royal Family ETA: 24 Hours}

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Nobody bothered Anthony as he made his way to his apartment. If anybody was looking to cause trouble, he clearly wasn't enough of a target to go after directly. So there Anthony stood in the relative safety of his apartment, phone to his ear. From where he stood, he could see out his window across the street, but not actually was was transpiring below. Leonard wasn't responding immediately to Anthony's call, but given the state the city was in, that was understandable. After about half a minute, someone on the other side finally answered.

"Anthony?" Came Leonard's digitized voice. He sounded out of breath, but he wasn't exactly the most athletic guy out there. For all Anthony knew, he just could have been forced to climb up several flights of stairs. From outside, Anthony heard a loud crash, like somebody dropped (or threw) a glass bottle onto the street and shattered it.

"What's up?" Perhaps a far too informal greeting given the situation outside. Maybe he was oblivious to the fact that a riot could occur any second now. Or he could be making a conscious effort to pretend like that wasn't the case.