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Current I'ma fuck this bitch, I fuck her off the shrooms (Yeah), woah
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Introducing Recollections: Moon: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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We laugh all day like Dumber and Dumber.
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das not a flex
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Categories don't matter when standards aren't being enforced.

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"You're a fine warrior. Call me sentimental..."







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"I'm a dominant..."
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The Tyrant Shell Universe - Mechapunk (Mecha and Cyberpunk mixed together).
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"Fuck you too, Penny! Caelea's better off dead with a piece of shit friend like you!"
Stacey FUCKING Gray


"Sta-Stacey!" Odessa said in complete shock as the words cut deep even in Odessa. She had imagined that he wouldn't take it too well, but this was hurtful even for her. Still, everyone had to stay calm. Odessa sighed... her chest moved up and down. Stay calm, stay calm. Far as they could tell, they were the only people even here. If they couldn't work together then well... the Apparitions out there would find them for easy picking. Stacey stormed off inside and she shook her head. She would try to talk to him later if he would entertain her.

“He’s not wrong. I am a shit friend. Caelea isn’t the first... Odessa, could you pass a message on for me? When the others ask where Penny went, tell them she’s gone to bury a friend.”


Odessa fully understood what Penny meant but her jaw dropped at the mere concept. Because she couldn't wrap her head around Penny doing something so stupid. She clenched her fists and grit her teeth as she spoke, "Penny, you are not going off by yourself," Odessa made it abundantly clear that she didn't approve of the idea. "Strength in numbers. You know that this place is weird."

However, they heard footsteps approaching probably compounding her point. And Odessa's first response was to turn her hand into a mess of wooden vines tipped with sharp blades. She turned her head and upon seeing the person her jaw dropped. She was frozen... and if she could, shivers would go down her spine.

The person who walked up was an African-American girl of average height around their age with a head of kinky black hair. She wore a green dress with a jean jacket and Nike sneakers as she walked up with a book pressed up against her chest.

"You're right, Penny, Caelea isn't the first," The girl softly said as she sighed, "You point fingers at Zoey and Hagan saying they dropped the ball. But, I have a question..." The girl let the words hang up into the air before she said.

"... Why you let her kill me?"








In the middle of their conversation, Stacey stormed back in and Zoey realized that he was gone in the first place (Nice situational awareness, Zoey). He didn't exactly look like he was the best spot right now, and Zoey was tempted to ask him what the fuck was up but he pulled out his guitar and started jamming away. Zoey wondered what it was all about before it hit her...

Her vision was filled with a horrifying image that caused her to freeze in her tracks. It was the sight of herself, or her bodies, all over the place. Some had their throats slashed, others had holes through their bodies, torn to bits in horrific ways. As Zoey looked around, taking cautious steps as she saw herself killed in horrific ways. Her eyes landed on the glowing orange orb that was in the middle of the sky... as she didn't realize that this was all a hallucination.

"... WHAT THE FUCK?!" Zoey screamed.

Hagan was already on his hands and knees as the one thing that he feared the most was right in front of him. The one in the white robe walked up, as Hagan realized that it felt so real. Unlike the other visions. His tormentor had their hands hidden in their sleeves as they said.

"... You don't have nothing to fear, Hagan," They started, "I am always with you. Where ever you go. Where ever you hide. I will find you. And return you back to the loving grace of Mother..."
How many other RPs can you write the sentence "Weird Bat Penis"?

and it not be furry porn
@silvermist1116 what would happen if stacey sung Linkin park?
This is simultaneously the best and worst RP I've ever written.





"Maya, Madison, knock 'em out for me."
Lyss


Part of Madison wanted to snark about Lyss not wanting to be the leader and yet she was acting like it. Still, they had to take out these freaks to save the girls. Maya was quick to sound blast the naked one... which sucked because she wanted to take that guy out. Her ears were ringing from the blast and, really, really would have liked some warning. She rolled her eyes as she focused on the other goon and charged him. She grabbed onto him and pinned him up against the wall. If she remembered them from way earlier, they were nowhere near as strong as her.

"Hey, get off me," Jordan said. "Bitch!"

James was sent flying across the room by Maya's sound blast and he slammed against the wall. Fortunately, the blood he just consumed made him a bit stronger. A lot stronger. And it had the side effect of putting him on hard. He growled as he transformed... his arms lengthened, growing wings, as he was covered in fur. He grew razor-sharp claws as his face transformed to that of a bat. He also had a weird bat penis. He growled as he lunged at Maya with his claws outstretched and bringing that weird penis closer to her.

Frederick looked at Lyss and had an eloquent response to her demands,

"... Fuck you, dyke!"

Frederick looked at the one bitch that was cutting them free and his blood boiled. He quickly reached behind him and pulled his pistol out of his waistband and pointed it at Alyssa. "Hands in the air, bitch!"

"Okay," Taylor said with a wry grin on her face.... as she created a round flaming barrier in between the two. The barrier was fortunate enough to provide them protection... however the alarm went off and the room was doused in water. It seems that, in her buzzed logic, she forgot about the alarm. ".... Shit." She was soaked and her abstraction was now useless.

Frederick pulled out his phone as he quickly called Pa with the pistol drawn at them, "Pa! We need backup!" He shouted as he looked at Izzy and threw a kick directly towards her face. Not gonna let that bitch ruin this. He pulled the trigger and... it just clicked. He forgot he sold his bullets.

"... I think we need backup," Taylor muttered towards Lyss, realizing that this would be a bit of a bitch.






“Not to sound cheesy, but isn’t that the point of the Coven? To help out one another in a time of need?”
Vashti


Emily coughed.

"... Some of the people here are under the impression it's a social club for lonely lesbians."

And yet again she was failing at this nicer thing. She shrugged. It was true in her eyes, but that wasn't the point. Vashti brought up something that she tried before.

“I’m sure there’s something we can do! I’m not going to pretend like I know a lot about this stuff but what if we tried to track down the Apparition and use it to find a way to reverse your sister’s curse. Like creating an antivenom from the snake that bit you, you know?”
Vashti


Emily sighed.

"I tried to look for it," Emily shrugged as she finally took a seat. She didn't even look at Vashti (not out of disrespect), but her idea wasn't entirely unfounded. "It's like looking for a needle in a haystack... I've been hunting for every Apparition that I can find, and yet none of them are useful. I just seal them and toss them away." Out of boredom, she grabbed a bunch of ware rolled up in a tissue.

She shrugged,

"It's some tick apparition, didn't ever catch its name...."

"Ah ha!" He got it. "There's a type of Adept, correct. One that deals with curses. The blue one. I don't think anyone in the Coven has blue, but we could find someone that does, right?"
Herik


"Yeah," Emily just affirmed as she shrugged. She focused on Herik's forehead as she responded. "Those are hard to come by, unfortunately." If she knew where one was, she would have found one already.

"Kimberly Walton was in contact with the Coven when Agatha was leader. If we can find her she might know something that can help the both of us."
Herik


Emily had heard bits and pieces about Kimberly... not really anything that interested her. However, she could only chuckle at the fact that Herik thinks that some loon with a camera could help them. If she and Agatha were in cahoots with each other (behind everyone's backs apparently); this Kimberly was probably just as competent as Agatha was.

"... This is the first time I heard about this," Emily had a bit of bitterness in her voice about this arrangement. Did Kayla know? Did Kayla even care? "She's a celebrity, do you think she's legit? And if she is, she won't just be using my sister to boost her own fame...."




Morag-Nog was normally up earlier than most.

When the wakeup call hit her she felt the weight of something on her face... and after getting up it fell off her face off the side of her head. She looked down and saw the book she was reading last night and was reminded of how she spent her evening. Reading. She shook her head as she ran a hand over her shaved head and rubbed her eyes. God damn it, she should have gone to sleep when she had the chance. Not like she was a stranger to being uncomfortable, she loudly yawned. Fortunately, she was the only person that shared this particular tent. So, Morag-Nog was wearing her sleepwear, she was going to conduct personal hygiene and then move onto the meeting.

After all of that, Morag-Nog put on her boots and outfit, grabbed the Tusk, and then went to their tent. When she stepped in she pushed the curtains aside and saw that everyone had assembled here. From their company Chaplain to Scrapbeak, the other archer that comes to mind. The Captain and his brat were there with the former taking charge as usual. Morag-Nog made sure to find herself a spot in the back and crossed her arms with her masterpiece attached to her back with a black strap. Morag-Nog was perfectly content with keeping quiet and listening until she had something meaningful to add. It seemed Scrapbeak was doing the same thing... as per usual.

Irae was quick to demonstrate that, yet again, he was more than just a priest. He took charge with the same tactical fervor as a general, saying that the tower was made to be defended (Well, so were a lot of places here). What got her attention was the suggestion that most of their archers take potshots at them. Which, of course, meant Morag-Nog and her wonderful weapon. It took Morag-Nog a second to realize that Rowan was speaking - he was just so damn short he got lost in their meetings sometimes. He brought up what she was going to bring up, covering the people who were going to scale the building. She shrugged.

There was something on her mind.

"What are the odds the numbers of the bandits are accurate?" She questioned, "And how much are we being paid?"
@Gentlemanvaultboy move her over
@FernStone finally you did what savo failed to do: follow instructions.

Move this shitbag over.
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