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3 mos ago
Or buy a van or a used rental truck. Something nobody would look twice at. You can put in a rack for the rope, duct tape, plastic sheeting, shovels....
3 mos ago
Never trust a car salesman - especially a used car salesman. Have a buddy park across the street and see how many stuffed body bags you can shove in there. Gotta have room for plastic sheeting, etc.
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3 mos ago
Neil Gaiman wrote in his Good Omens bio that he likes it when fans send him $50. (He read Terry Pratchett's bio and figured it wouldn't hurt.)
3 mos ago
"Hack the planet!" is the movie Hackers playing with a teenaged Laura Croft and Sherlock Holmes battling the skateboarding Fisher Stevens?
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I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.

Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.

Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"

Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.

Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.

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Color me as interested, as well.

Did he just stop at one plane wreck, or others as well? If it's just the one, what was the flight's origin and destination?
J'eon the Blacksmith




"I follow!" J'eon cried out. The force mage was in the middle of this, using his wind to part the blacksmith's flames. He needed to do something to break his concentration - and smiled. Maybe a human tactic would work, here? Focusing his attention on the mage's hooves, he called forth the flame, setting the ground beneath him aflame.



Jack Mallory




And then Eva arrived, her suit shoving the nearest threatening rocky arm - but it was dragging the bridge with it.

”We must move, jump from piece to piece if you must, but the bridge will collapse soon!” Shirik yelled.

"Go!" Jack said, waving towards the end of the bridge, feeling the Glen tense his body as it lept forward, bounding to the next bit as a wave of heat from Shirik washed over them as the mage did something.

"Next time, bring more suits!" Jack muttered to himself as the Glen made the next jump, hampered no doubt by the executive officer clinging to his back. As they landed, he spared a glance backward, wanting to see what Shirik and Eva was doing even as the Glen was already tensing up for the next leap and possible escape.

A part of him, detatched, wondered who or what was behind this - this was a coordinated attack, but was it aimed at Silbermine, or them?

Greetings and salutations. Hope you enjoy your time here.
Granny Siri



"Right," Granny Siri said with a satisfied sigh, slipping into the relaxed talk of her childfood. "We just have ta...."

Pilot and the tent were suddenly gone, and the priestess found herself wrapped in fog.

"SIRI...RI..Ri..ri," a deep booming voice echoed. "I..i..aye! OW! Hey! Stop that!"

Her hand emerged from a thick patch of fog tightly pulling on a struggling ear
"Stop it or ya'll be 'One Ear' for da rest of yer miserable life," she warned sourly. "Show da rest of yerself."
"Okay! Okay! Just ease off, okay?"

The fog in front of her faded away, revealing a man dressed like one of the Wanderer priests. He stared at her, then lifted his hand to point at the ear she still had clutched tightly in her hand.

"Ah, right," Siri scowled, releasing him. His hand immediately started rubbing his tortured flesh.
"Was that necessary?" he demanded.
"I don't like surprises."
"I can tell," he scowls.

"Well?" Siri demanded after a moment.
"Well, what?"
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Oh! There's something I need you to do in town."
"I'm getting ready for evening services," Siri protested.
"It's just past noon," he shrugs. "Plenty of time (I think)."

"Huh? Did you...?"
"Did I what?"
"I.... What is it you want me to do?"
"Yes! There's a woman in town named Eriwyn. I need you to go and help her."
"You want me to help her?"

"Is that so hard to understand?" he frowned, staring down at his palms curiously. "Did I change frequencies?"
"What?"
"Oh," he says, waving his right hand dismissively. "Not important. Or did I miss something?"
"Why me?"
"Oh! It's a favor for a friend."
"Last time I was here, a couple of the local Dinnin turned into frogs...."
"Yes!" the man replied with a nod, raising his index finger to point upward, then shook his head. "Let's not do that again, okay?"
"I didn't do that," Siri protested.
"Sorry, I.... wasn't talking to you."

Siri could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising. There were others in this fog, watching them. One of them was breathing hot on the back of her neck. It'd had been years since she felt the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach, but it was back. She didn't like it.

"So... I'm just supposed ta help this woman...?"
"Eriwyn."
"And there's nothing else...?" Siri asked.
"No goat!" he begged suddenly. "Every time I show myself, suddenly you mortals are sacrificing goats left and right. How many uses could I possibly have for a dead goat, I ask you?"

A mummer ran around them in the fog.

"Ah - no goats, I got it."
"Bit of cheese would be nice. Some cookies? Oh, and some coffee beans, we've been without for a while."
"Coffee... beans?"
"If you would be so kind, yes," he nodded.
"Ah, so how...?"
"Just put it on your altar and say a prayer," he smiles. "No rush. Sometime this week, after all the fuss ends."
"O...kay," she drawls. "So how do I find this Erywhen...?"

There was a sudden sharp pain in her head, already fading, but Siri suddenly knew exactly where Eriwyn was.

"Well, best let you get on with it."

Pilot blinked at Siri worriedly as she uncovered her face.

"That was weird," she muttered, reaching into the altar to pull out a satchel that she draped over her shoulder. "I'm going out. Mind the tent."



Ilyana the Half-Human




The centaur's friend he called 'Little S'uat' was a tall, massive being dressed in concealing armor with a massive sword on his(?) back, moving around like it was a spring morning in some cool forest glen. A tiny crossbow hung from their belt. When they had come up with him, he was doing something with a string and a piece of fruit...

Clearly, an assassin. People were rippling around the walking suit of armor as if they were trying to avoid him(?) without looking at him(?). Pity, they weren't showing her the same consideration. A few glances she did catch were either slightly worried or slightly curious...?

"The market is this way," S'uat pointed. His(?) voice had a weird, echoing buzz, like it was bouncing around his helmet and through a bee hive before finally escaping.

"Wait, did you hear something?" Ilyana said, her ear twitching as she turns towards an alley where Eriwyn was coming to, then pushed her way through the crowd that just parted for the assassin."Over here."

The half-human knelt down by the woman, taking in her condition. "Are you okay?"
Oh that does sound interesting. Do you have any thread made for this yet? I would be into it.


Sorry, I got busy and didn't check this thread. I haven't started a thread yet. I'll see about getting this up this weekend.
Well, I have this group rp I was thinking of running that includes a few of these elements.

The Zodiac Interstellar cruise ship Scorpio is leaving a human colony world, carrying tourists, spies, ambassadors, archeologists, military personnel traveling on orders, honeymooners, etc. It's one of twelve ships on this circuit.

There is a reluctant unkillable assassin - it's said he's died a few times, only to pop up unexpectedly to kill whoever killed him. Nobody knows why he's on board the Scorpio.

There's a security detail guarding one of the cabins - nobody knows who's inside.

And then there's a girl who looks human but isn't (two hearts). She can't speak, she has no memories, and doesn't appear in any identity database. And despite top-notch security, nobody knows just how she got on board.

One of the stops is an alien refugee colony, stranded during a decade long war until rediscovered by the first humans to make it out that far. Oddly enough, they have a statue of a human next to a canal that he led the construction on, years before the colony was discovered.

J'eon the Blacksmith




"What's this? What's this?" J'eon demanded, stamping his front hooves on the ground. The archers were other Glen, like himself! And one of them dared to part his flames with wind to give the assassins a chance to escape!

Ice would make them slip and fall, helpless, but the flames had removed any trace of moisture from the air - all he would do was make the air chill! Nor could he call down flames from the skies to strike his enemy like Shirik did!

"I do not know how I can stop them," he growls, tightening his grip on his hammer.



Jack Mallory




Mallory ground his teeth in frustration. There was no way out of this - either they jump into the water where whatever was down there ate them, or they get crushed between these massive stone arms. They just brought what they could carry - being what the ship could afford to lose. Which included them. Why did that idiot rush into the trap?

He wondered what the camera in his eye would transmit just before his death?

Character Name: "Doc" Jerrold Heppner

Concept: Forensic Sorcerer

Background: A navy corpsman who got assigned to the Fleet Marine Force to become a battlefield medic, serving a couple combat tours where he "saw" things. His mistake was to tell his superiors, who gave him a section 8 separation and put him in a VA psych ward as thanks for his service.

After befriending a few of the hospital ghosts, however, he didn't stay locked up long.

Physical Description: This mysterious man has hooded gray eyes. His silky, straight, short hair is brown with a lot of gray hairs, and is worn in an utilitarian style. He is tall and has a broad-shouldered build. His skin is deeply tanned from living on the streets. He has an elegant nose and prominent cheekbones. His clothes look like a mix from Goodwill and an Army/Navy store.

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