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DruSM157
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STATUS: Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits 2 yrs ago
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Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits
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You status bar people sure are a contentious bunch
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Adding to that, unless you are exhibiting life threatening symptoms (unable to breathe, etc) go to a rapid test site in your area than going to the ER. Local ERs are swamped and overwhelmed here.
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As someone who has been stabbed in the past knives are not kinky
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I'd rather just...never take a lewd of myself.
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I'll have a cast selection finalized after work today. Crew is hard capped at 5 folks since the previous run of this rp got overextended with its cast.
So remember...
So remember...
Location: Mess Hall, Fortuna | In Transit
The fancy pilot, William seemed to have the same reaction Marlowe did to the food. Which was a normal, human reaction to stale, gray cubes filled to the brim with nutrients. He’d consumed similar with Singh’s Raiders, but their cubes had been other colors, like red, brown or yellow with spices or flavors packed in. Azuki bean flavor, coco flavor, or curry flavor. Sure it’d usually been too sweet or spicy to Marlowe’s tastes, but it at least had flavor. Also depending on who was in charge of mess duty that week, you could dip your cubes in a light gravy or cream if they had the supplies for it.
He considered dipping the bland gray cube in water to soften it, but decided that ruining the water with the mush of whatever this was designed from was a bad, bad idea. He just forced down the rest of the cube, and chased it with the rest of his water. “Grrk-”-it was less of a word and more of a retching sound-came from his throat right as one Mox Holiday brought her bubbly personality to the fold.
“Y’know, I reckon they’ve added a new flavor, don’t you? I’m gettin’ a bit of paprika in mine I think. Ain’t that somethin’?”
Marlowe simply stared at her. He gave her the emotionless expression someone who’d stood on the precipice of gastrointestinal horror has stood, right when someone devours a raw sheep’s liver in front of you and declares it to be “scrumptious” (this had only happened once before in Marlowe’s life, and it was the source of multiple nightmares). He was barely able to produce a slow blink as a reaction to Mox before turning to William to give the blonde man a pleading look that screamed HELP.
Still, Mox’s small talk seemed to demand response. ”I think that’s just whatever dried proteins that make up this stuff starting to go rancid,” Marlowe remarked to Mox, before fishing out a hard black clump of something from the back of his mouth. ”I think that was supposed to be pepper,” he said before throwing it on his tray. It looked more like a piece of a tooth from some poor sap who fell into a nutrient vat. Maybe that’s how Jones got a good deal on this shit; perhaps the box exclaimed “NOW WITH 15% LESS HUMAN BYPRODUCT” on the side of the packaging.
Marlowe finally stood up and stretched. ”Welp, no time like the present to burn off whatever this gunk is.” If the armory was going to be a warzone with Puckett throwing profanities and a possibility of plasma damage from her gear, perhaps the marginally safer option would be in the hangar, cleaning off some of the rust from Bucket’s joints with a used toothbrush.
Just a heads up adventure fans, I'll start looking over profiles this weekend. So get them finished up and submitted!
Location: City Streets, The City of Thorinn, Aetheria
Benkei smiled as Alja caught up and gave her a respectful nod. "It will be good having you with us." Of all the people in their little group, Alja was the one who could change the mood of a room--for good or bad--but if she wasn't agitated like before hopefully she'd keep the members of Mystic Prophecy in better spirits than if Benkei and Kazuki hung around like gloomy specters.
“What else do you guys wanna do? Not gonna be at Mystic all day.”
"Look for work or apprenticeships that'll take me," Benkei nodded. "Mining, tanning, carpentry..." he thought of a list of skills he could do. "Even if it's just manual labor. If there's anyone looking for help, I want to help." He'd make himself useful, even if it was in a minuscule way. It was the best he could do for the group now.
Location: City Streets, The City of Thorinn, Aetheria
It wasn't worth arguing with his brother when he got so headed. Benkei just solemnly looked at the ground and nodded. "Right." He sighed. Was surviving even worth it? He'd seen the broken spirits and dead eyes of several Wayfairers in the city by now. How much more could his spirit endure? Could he even survive? Anything was better than this. And nothing Luci or any of Mystic Prophecy could do could beat the shame he felt being fussed at by his brother for letting his own broken family continue to break his spirit.
He simply followed behind Rael. "I'm not sure what I want," he muttered. "But for now, let's just rip off the bandage and meet with Mystic Prophecy."
Location: Outside, The City of Thorinn, Aetheria
“Dunno if what if’s and should have’s are gonna help you. And you gotta stop bein’ afraid of Mystic. Kazuki was there and save for Luci saying some mean words he was fine. Pris doesn’t hold anything against us. Unless you think that’s a problem. Do you want them to, or somethin’?”
"I mean, I'm used to disapointing people," Benkei grumbled.
Kazuki's own drunken affections were embarassing, but then his brother seemed to sober up the more Benkei struck into their shared issues at home. Benkei just frowned and looked towards the ground as Kazuki tried to build his brother back up, but the acknowledgement of Luci's resentment, much less the resentment of others, was still there as well.
"It's not even the fact that I'm not as smart, or as talented, or as handsome as you," Benkei grumbled. "Even here, you're always so amazing. We need money, you have it. We need a place to stay, you have it. With all the time I've put into this game, the only thing I had to show about it was my place on the leaderboard." He closed his eyes. "And now that's not even a thing. Everything's changed, and I'm the odd one out again."
"There's lots of stuff you can do!"
"Catching a rare fish is useless compared to being able to make simple potions, or smithing armor, or mining."
His eyes moved from Rael to Kazuki. "I can't pretend like I'm the leader everyone wants me to be. The best thing I can do is finally accept what mom and her friend said to me. If I can't be naturally talented, the best I can do is at least work and help bring in some money for the rest of you."
Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria
Benkei sighed at the sight of his brother acting like a lush and continuing to ramble on in their mother tongue. At least no one save Rael could understand him.”これが私が飲まない理由です” He muttered, helping shoulder his older brother to lead him outside. As they led Kazuki outside, Benkei’s thoughts chased around the idea of approaching Mystic Prophecy again.
”I’m not sure my brother and I should go to Mystic Prophecy. Not yet, anyways.”
We don’t have the luxury of following the moderator’s orders. We have to complete this dungeon. How ignorant he had been! If he could just go back to their preparations, to go back before the dungeon. He'd slap every single one of them, he'd cave the main room in. Anything to keep them from progressing a step further into that nightmare. He'd make them all sign off at once. Whatever it took to save them, instead of what had transpired.
He’d missed Luci’s admonitions against him and his brother; by the time the rest of Mystic Prophecy had met up with them, he’d long since lost consciousness. But his brother’s face the next day, the looks given to him, he knew what the looks meant. He’d seen them every day of his life at home.
His gaze moved over to Kazuki, still drunk like a salaryman after work.”I wonder what would have happened had things been different. If I’d not been so obsessed with trying to be the best at something. If I’d stopped trying to be like Kazuki.”
“If everything’s gone to hell, the best we can do is stick with each other.”
Andrew Parker
Thirty-Two
Male
Aurora Colorado
High School History Teacher
- Eagle Scout: Spent youth learning various bushcraft and survival skills, which he has kept up as a hobby as an avid hiker and camper in the Colorado Mountains.
- Educated: Has strong knowledge of historical events, and is a strong proponent of “those who do not know the past are doomed to repeat it”.
- Handy:Is used to doing small repairs and fixes on plumbing, cars and minor home repair. Nowhere near enough to replace a plumber, mechanic, or contractor, but enough to do little bits of work here and there.
- First Aid: One big thing his school district imposed was having teachers be first aid certified. Andrew is capable of performing CPR, splinting a broken limb or properly tying a tourniquet for a deep wound.
- Target Shooter: Has minor experience with rifles, shotguns, and handguns and is aware of their function, how to load and clean the weapons, as well as firing them. However, he is not trained in any kind of combat.
Born to a middle-class family in Aurora, Andrew grew up as many young men in the 90’s did: doing lots of extracurricular activities while his parents worked.
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