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Current Look who's back bitches!
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8 yrs ago
We are the porg, our existence is futile.
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8 yrs ago
R.I.P Stefán Karl Stefánsson, A.K.A. Robbie Rotten. You were an icon.
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8 yrs ago
I used to write well, then I took an arrow to the knee
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8 yrs ago
You know your summer will be great when you're watching Troom Troom makeup hacks, but you're a 25 year old male who doesn't know what pigment is. #thuglife
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My name's Erklings25, but you can call me Erk, or Richie. I've been RPing since I was 9 and I'm still not any good at it. You saw nothing. I'm a massive film/literature/theatre buff, so feel free to drop me a PM if you want to chat about that kind of stuff. Because I have nothing interesting to say, here's a quote I'll leave you with that always inspires me:



HASTA LA VISTA BABY!

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Room for another?
Dublin, Ireland


Sorichiro and the guys landed silently. "Ok lads, up here! Th vent leads directly to the stash. Chris, Will! When we get there, turn right. The security room is there." The guys pulled themselves up via chinks in the metal of the wall. By the time they reached the vents, Ted and Chris had several cuts on their hands and Xaivier was pretty tired. "Can't we just rest Sor?" Asked Xavier. Sorichiro shook his head wildly. "No, you can rest when we're finnished. Or would you liked to be drugged with my VX? I thought not." He crochet down in the air vents and becconed to the rest. "See that little spot of light? That's where we need to be. Onwards!" They crawled thoight the vents, until Sorichiro reached the end. He turned around and he whispered. "Lionel, pass the screwdrivers." He reached for two screwdrivers and quite easily took of the filter on the vents. He dropped down followed by the others. "Ok gents. Go about your orders. Oh, and when we recovine. We need to visit there little den. Let's go!"

Sorichiro and Ted looked at each other and smiled. They were tried and true friends and one of the best teams ever to grace the White tigers. "Ok, Ted. We bolt in three. One, two, three, bolt!" They jumped up and ran out of the room, and through a seris of corridors, seeming vacant. "Up here!" Ted whispered. They ascended some stairs until they reach the top of the turret. "Uh-oh! Ted, looked at those two. You take the one on the right." He drew a small pen-knife from his pocket, and tapped the guy on the left's shoulder. The man grunted at the guy with the glasses, and reached for his collar. Sorichiro quickly dodged out of the way kicking the man in the back. As the man stumbled to the ground he stabbed him twice in the jugular. "How ya doing Ted?" He asked. Ted had stabbed the man in the back without creating a scuffle. Classic Ted. For the next 15 minuets they were hiding in the turret, shooting any gang members with silenced sniper rifles, until the others came up. "What took you so long?"

They descended the staircases, and crept up to a large room, where four men where smoking, and playing roulette. The slammed the door open and Will yelled "Drop everything! We have you cornered!" One of the men reached behind him for a gun, and Chris fired his gun at him. It hit his hand. The man who had been shot raised his mangled hand and yelled. "Get them!" Sorichiro directed his gang towards a sofa. They flipped it over and hid behind it, shooting. Sorichiro and Lionel charged at the men. Sorichiro was shot in the arm. He used his gun to smack one of them in the face, before strangling him with his bare hands. Lionel had puched one over then shot him in the chest. The remaining man whimpered and said. "Fine take this land. But let me go please!" Sorichiro twisted the mans arm behind his back and said. "Ok then. But first, let's make sure you don't go anywhere." He matched the mad outside before using a rope to tie his hands around a lamppost. "Stay there!" He said mockingly.

In a short while the men where back in their base. "I should be going now. See you gents later." He left clutching his arm, and returned to the underground. He walked into the Underground, his white shirt stand with blood, holinding left wounded arm. He sat down by the fire.
@Savi Bunny turtles!
Sorichiro noticed Xeron and a child entering the Underground just as he left. "Hey, guys!" He yelled, before jumping into the air and using his powers to make himself a surfboard/hoverboard thing. In about 15 minuets he ended up in a darkened alley. "Oh, so good to be back!" He turned to a green door, and knocked two times. An impish man with a scruffy red beard opened the door. "What is it?" He asked. Sorichiro said, "I came by red cab." The man grinned and said. "Long time no see mate, were right back here. Good to see you." Sorichiro nodded. "Same to you Will." He followed Will to a light room, with four other men playing poker. One of them, with masses of tattoos stood up and yelled. "See! I promised you he'd be here, and here he is!" Sorichiro rolled his eyes. "Hi Xaiver. Now down to business. Give me a map of their base, and a lighter. I left mine at home." He lit a cigarette and puzzled over a map for a while. "This is how a genius works." Whispered Will, to a new member.

After about five minuets he slammed his fist on the table and said. "Gents I have it. If we approach through here, we can hide in there wepon stash." The new member raised his hand. "Yes lad?" Sorichiro said. "But if we're spotted won't they have a serious selection of wepons to kill us with?" Sorichiro laughed. "Not when we're all supernatural beings." They all knew fully well there DNA had been fused with some kind of animal, but they escaped. "We have the most awesome powers, and there are like six of us. Anyway. Chris!" He pointed at a rather handsome man, with crazy blond hair. "I need you to hack into the security systems. Will, you come with him for cover. Newbie, you go with Xaiver to this room here." He pointed at a cafeteria sort of room. "Take the VX. Oh new kid. What's your name." The newbie said "Lionel." Sorichiro smiled. "Lionel, do not consume that food after we have infected it. Don't come into contact with the VX a at all. Ted," he gestured to a man with long balck hair who always wore a flat cap. "We shall go here, to a little turret to snipe out any who are gang members, or any guards. We reconvene in the turret. The we do a full on assult. Questions? No? Let's go lads!" They picked up the necessary equipment, then exited on the roof. Will Xaiver and Chirs jumped into the are and flew. They were half eagle. Lionel jumped and cast a sort of spell and flew. His family knew lots of ancient Magic. Ted streacher his arms and sort of flaps came out. He was half sugar glider. Ans Sorichiro used his ice board.
Sorichiro laughed. "I suppose cruelty is good, and all, but cunning and smarts is my thing. I mean, playing mind games and whatnot. It's fun, to see people get so confused. Like a cat playing with a mouse before it eats it. That sort of fun." He smiled at Derg understandingly. He knew the kind of thrills he probably experinced when trouble making. Suddenly he felt a buzz behind his ear. "Give me a sec." He put his finger to his earpiece. The police never noticed it. That was how he stayed in contact with his friends from the mob. "This is Sorichiro Oda, reporting for duty. Xaiver? Hey man! How are ya? What, we're back? The White tigers are back? That's epic. What's the buzz man? Oh not them! They took what? But that's our best bit of turf! Ah, I see. The little peace of heven, in Dublin, right? Good. So we're getting that in return. Give me twenty minutes. Over and out." He raised his eyebrows. "As it seems I have business to attend to." He patted Derg on the back and raised his right hand. "Later man!" He ran out of the door, smoothing out his tie.
@WhiteAngel25 Hmm, this looks very good. Expect a PM from me!
ZVARI! I have a new pairing (and a plot.)
Sorichiro looked at Derg in supprise. "Friend, I did not know you could do that! I like that power a lot! How could I beat that?" He took a cigarette out of his top pocket, and lit it. He puffed on it in thought, then his face lightened up. "Oh yeah!" He thought."I control that sort of stuff! He clicked his fingers, and the ice turned into a sort if bowl. "Manipulating ice can be really useful when you want to have some fun!" He'd always been a mischeif maker, and he felt him and Derg could become very close.
Sorichiro nodded, cooly. "Very good, friend. You might say it has." He picked up the leaflet about rehabilitating prisoners. "Here we are. Now, you must have noticed this before right? It's very clear its to turn prisoners lives around. I just happen to be one of those guys. I think they gave me some Arctic creatures DNA and fused it with my own, but they botched the operation. That's why I can do this!" He clicked his fingers and a small flurry of snow fell just above his hand. He noticed the fox on the table. "Hey guys." he whispered to Derg and Xeron. "Check this out!" He subtly waved his hands, and a small flurry appeared over Zakuro's tails. No matter how much she would try to swat out the cloud, the show would remain.
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