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STATUS: I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya 11 yrs agoStatus
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I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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I will delete my second bit with the shooter. :O SORRY I JUMPED THE GUN AGAIN! ;-;
Which rule?
Oh wow you guys were very active while I was gone. Sorry I jumped the gun on the launching-thing, but I just tried to make it make sense in my post now. A reason she didn't talk, and sort of picking up where I left off. :3 hope it makes sense.
Quin mostly ignored the philosophical and moral quabble. Her mind was preoccupied with something much more important. Fantasizing new outfits for her team.
She was sure if she were ever in a life and death situation she would do her best. What more was there to think of?
Anyhow, she did not have to worry long about the smooth flat face of Wayne Enterprises. Little Brother lead the charge.
She held herself back while Little Brother landed a grappling line and blasted the windows open. All she had to do was jump.
Leaping out of the hatch her cape unfurled behind her, stretching out like a glider or like butterfly wings. It caught the wind and the spider-silk carried her gently toward the broken window.
At the very last moment contracted her cape tight around her body. Her momentum carried her the rest of the way, she took three light steps as she landed into a low crouch.
She was careful not to cut herself or her cloths on the shattered glass about her. When she stood her cape fell loose around her ankles.
The room was a lab. It contained some interesting equipment, much of it was ruined by the thieves. She had little time to appreciate either. One of the thieves ran at Little Brother.
She uncoiled the rope from her side, she didn’t need her hands to do so. The long white cord seemed to lash out of it’s own accord. A neat little lasso-style loop formed at the end, looping itself right over the thug that advanced upon Little Brother. With a second thought, that loop constricted around his shoulders, and the slack on the rope tightened. She attempted to stop or knock down the attacker with the snap of the rope.
She was sure if she were ever in a life and death situation she would do her best. What more was there to think of?
Anyhow, she did not have to worry long about the smooth flat face of Wayne Enterprises. Little Brother lead the charge.
She held herself back while Little Brother landed a grappling line and blasted the windows open. All she had to do was jump.
Leaping out of the hatch her cape unfurled behind her, stretching out like a glider or like butterfly wings. It caught the wind and the spider-silk carried her gently toward the broken window.
At the very last moment contracted her cape tight around her body. Her momentum carried her the rest of the way, she took three light steps as she landed into a low crouch.
She was careful not to cut herself or her cloths on the shattered glass about her. When she stood her cape fell loose around her ankles.
The room was a lab. It contained some interesting equipment, much of it was ruined by the thieves. She had little time to appreciate either. One of the thieves ran at Little Brother.
She uncoiled the rope from her side, she didn’t need her hands to do so. The long white cord seemed to lash out of it’s own accord. A neat little lasso-style loop formed at the end, looping itself right over the thug that advanced upon Little Brother. With a second thought, that loop constricted around his shoulders, and the slack on the rope tightened. She attempted to stop or knock down the attacker with the snap of the rope.
She regarded each of her teammates as they arrived. First there was Frost Bite, or Lex. He was wearing a tight blue outfit that covered his entire body from foot to neck while a tinted visor covered his red eyes. The thin teen had a trained physique that was clearly defined under the stretchy synthetic blend. The color choices were nice, and the blue hues flattered the red-eyed dark-haired boy. The torso was additionally covered by a tight metallic weaving, almost like chain mail, for some added protection. The suit was clearly designed for maneuverability. She had only known him less than a day but guessed that Frost Bite would rely on his powers rather than his fists in a fight, and likely from a distance. This was the first time Quin saw his superhero outfit, overall she thought; Not bad, though, it looks like he just threw the thing on, that metal is stretched just a bit too tight over his back. Perhaps after we get to know one another he will allow me to make some improvements. Or a redesign.
Next was Kira, Cyber Girl. Quin let her gaze linger over the robotic girl. She couldn’t help but smile. The two girls powers were had opposing natures. Quin relied on organic material and Cyber Girl the electronic. Yet, despite being a cyborg from a technologically advanced world, Quin couldn’t get over one small fact.
She wears silk.
Ir'sal Silk. Quin was wearing it over her curvy cyborg body. Quin through it was beautiful that as their own planet steered away from natural fabrics as they ‘advanced’ Kira’s planet had realized the advantage their natural materials and preserved it’s tradition. Quin's eyes wandered Kira's body jealously, longing to touch her alien silk suit.
Vaeros the Garuda was next. Vaeros was an exotic being, but practical in his attire. He only wore firefighting pants and a leather belt, no shirt to speak of. You know what they say, no shoes no shirt no problem. His gold skin, wild feathers, and dark tattoos were lovely, but the whole look was brought down by an ugly pair of sooty rubbery pants. The pants have to go. She thought, biting her lip. I can do better, I just need more time. Fireproof fabric was a tall order, but little Quin was determined to reach that accomplishment. Quin imagined a world where Garuda wore pants that matched the shape of his legs, it would be easier for him to maneuver in a fight, the firefighter pants were heavy and bulky, and even they deteriorated quickly. Quin’s pants would look fabulous.
Alicia, Sin. Sinner? Sin itself? Symbolic? Metaphorical? Literal? Man has wrestled with the nature of sin and self for the entirety of written history. When Quin met Sin, she was surprised that she felt no such conflict within. She was won over instantly.
Sin had fabulous shoes.
She wore black, black, black. Black hair, black dress, black hood, black leggings. The look was a bit plain but Quin noticed that the pattern of the gown as it flattered the girl’s thin body. A truly Gothic look was difficult to achieve. Quin had had her own goth-phase awhile back and didn’t pull it off nearly so well as Alicia. Quin thought that Alicia looked her best with a splash of color. Especially green which matched her brilliant, entrancing, and sometimes glowing eyes.
Last but not least was Anchor. His broad shouldered body bearing metal plates made him the strength and the tank of the team. Unfortunately, Quin could only wrinkle her nose at the synthetic body suit he wore underneath as it creaked. Fabric should not creak! She longed to wrap his strong body in something more suitable. Perhaps I should ask for his measurements after this mission. If I make can make him something better he won’t refuse me!
She thought of all these things as they traveled in Kira's aircraft to Wayne Enterprises. She wondered what they could be trying to steal. She would work with Little Brother, whom she had known the longest. She was working on a new cape for him. She had not told him yet, of course, it would be a surprise.
Hopefully they would surprise these meta-gangsters. Her and little brother would go through the windows, perhaps Sin as well. The others discussed the strategy a bit, but Quin was confident in their abilities. She stood by a window watching the city pass by, it wasn't long before she saw the flashing red and blue lights of law enforcement, and the unmistakable skyscraper than was Wayne Enterprises.
She would follow after Little Brother. Noticing that Anchor would be the last off she waved at him as she hopped off the craft.
She looked up, the second floor wasn't far. Yet, it was a very flat building. Modern design is boring she thought scornfully as she looked for somewhere to catch onto with her rope.
Next was Kira, Cyber Girl. Quin let her gaze linger over the robotic girl. She couldn’t help but smile. The two girls powers were had opposing natures. Quin relied on organic material and Cyber Girl the electronic. Yet, despite being a cyborg from a technologically advanced world, Quin couldn’t get over one small fact.
She wears silk.
Ir'sal Silk. Quin was wearing it over her curvy cyborg body. Quin through it was beautiful that as their own planet steered away from natural fabrics as they ‘advanced’ Kira’s planet had realized the advantage their natural materials and preserved it’s tradition. Quin's eyes wandered Kira's body jealously, longing to touch her alien silk suit.
Vaeros the Garuda was next. Vaeros was an exotic being, but practical in his attire. He only wore firefighting pants and a leather belt, no shirt to speak of. You know what they say, no shoes no shirt no problem. His gold skin, wild feathers, and dark tattoos were lovely, but the whole look was brought down by an ugly pair of sooty rubbery pants. The pants have to go. She thought, biting her lip. I can do better, I just need more time. Fireproof fabric was a tall order, but little Quin was determined to reach that accomplishment. Quin imagined a world where Garuda wore pants that matched the shape of his legs, it would be easier for him to maneuver in a fight, the firefighter pants were heavy and bulky, and even they deteriorated quickly. Quin’s pants would look fabulous.
Alicia, Sin. Sinner? Sin itself? Symbolic? Metaphorical? Literal? Man has wrestled with the nature of sin and self for the entirety of written history. When Quin met Sin, she was surprised that she felt no such conflict within. She was won over instantly.
Sin had fabulous shoes.
She wore black, black, black. Black hair, black dress, black hood, black leggings. The look was a bit plain but Quin noticed that the pattern of the gown as it flattered the girl’s thin body. A truly Gothic look was difficult to achieve. Quin had had her own goth-phase awhile back and didn’t pull it off nearly so well as Alicia. Quin thought that Alicia looked her best with a splash of color. Especially green which matched her brilliant, entrancing, and sometimes glowing eyes.
Last but not least was Anchor. His broad shouldered body bearing metal plates made him the strength and the tank of the team. Unfortunately, Quin could only wrinkle her nose at the synthetic body suit he wore underneath as it creaked. Fabric should not creak! She longed to wrap his strong body in something more suitable. Perhaps I should ask for his measurements after this mission. If I make can make him something better he won’t refuse me!
She thought of all these things as they traveled in Kira's aircraft to Wayne Enterprises. She wondered what they could be trying to steal. She would work with Little Brother, whom she had known the longest. She was working on a new cape for him. She had not told him yet, of course, it would be a surprise.
Hopefully they would surprise these meta-gangsters. Her and little brother would go through the windows, perhaps Sin as well. The others discussed the strategy a bit, but Quin was confident in their abilities. She stood by a window watching the city pass by, it wasn't long before she saw the flashing red and blue lights of law enforcement, and the unmistakable skyscraper than was Wayne Enterprises.
She would follow after Little Brother. Noticing that Anchor would be the last off she waved at him as she hopped off the craft.
She looked up, the second floor wasn't far. Yet, it was a very flat building. Modern design is boring she thought scornfully as she looked for somewhere to catch onto with her rope.
PM me if Carl finds anything ^_^
Sorry if I got weird, it's late.
Sorry if I got weird, it's late.
A good night’s sleep was just what she needed. Other than the splitting headache she felt just fine.
She sat across from Fonsus as he spoke about his family. “My parents live here, I see them all the time… I’m sure if I told them ahead it won’t be a big deal If I give them enough notice.” The holidays were important to her family… business. The restaurant would be open and Ocllo usually filled in as expeditor. There was certainly a private celebration, work-hard-party-hard, but it was a short sweet reprieve between the working hours. The family tended to center and gather in the off-times when they could really relax.
Her family had been rather thrilled to hear that she had made actual new friends. She had already spoken to her mother, early that morning over the phone. Her mother said she would try to clear her Canadian holiday trip with her father. Mother always kept her word, no mater how vague and diplomatic she sounded, she would always pull through. “No problems on my end.” She frowned and looked at her plate, nudging the eggs around with her fork. She had little appetite, but knew she needed to make herself eat.
Then Richard approached with a scandalous suggestion. River smiled and blushed, looking down at her plate. She shrugged, but her shoulders shook with the chuckle she kept trapped inside. “I do not know your mother so well as you… I’m sure you can think of a good reason. What makes her happy? When I'm trying to win my mothers favor I bring her chocolate, fine dark chocolate and red wine.”
There was another reason that River had called her mother. She had asked her mother for the name and contact number of her old doctor in Chile. "I just have a question or two... No big deal." She had told her mother. She had an idea, perhaps she could have him call the facility as a reference for her, and give them greater assess than a visitor-for-no-reason might get. He'd have to lie a little bit, of course. In reality she owed him far more favors, yet, perhaps he would help her anyway.
If not... She might have the means to persuade him. River had kept a secret for him a very long time. But, should she even breach such a trust with someone who had helped her so much for such a small and frivolous task? Yet, was it so frivolous? Two of her classmates were missing, and that was very real and very serious. Either way, would it really hurt anybody? The lie was small, and the Canadian doctors would hardly check on her real files, he was far below the equator free from any consequence they might contrive. Was it even so dangerous? The Aurors had already investigated this man. Besides, she would never actually tell his secret anyhow, even if he refused. This would be such a small lie, and he would only have to make it once. So much smaller than the lie he had to make every day. He probably would not see it as a big deal at all. It would be such a small thing for him anyhow. If not, they could get in without his help. No one would get hurt...
Right?
She was sitting across from Addie, behind him were the other house tables. She found her gaze accidentally shifting to the Ignus table, and to a certain Ignus who looked a bit-exactly-like-Hale sitting there. He turned, but she looked away before she could see if he was looking at her or turning for some other reason. She put a biscuit in her mouth and looked at the notebook intently, her cheeks were, thankfully, still red from the racy joke that Richard just made.
Her friends were wonderful, but life had become much more complex since making friends, joining the club, solving the mysteries of the universe and the missing, going out on Halloween. Sometimes she didn't feel like herself at all. It was more than just the imbalanced medicine, it was the way she was acting, the things she was thinking about. Had no one else noticed her change? Was she even a part of this change at all? or was this self (that is the thinking self that noticed these things), the stagnant still bits watching as her path seemed to alter without her permission or consent, yet, she could do nothing to stop it. Had she wanted change so hard for so long that now she had no control over it? Was she like an earthquake releasing the tension built up over so many millennia, simply breaking the moment God deems it fitting, and it has no choice of how peaceful or violent it becomes, nor where nor whom it strikes. Does the quake know or care if it is in a field or in a city? Can it stop itself? Would it?
She ate another biscuit and did not touch her eggs. She looked at her watch, she had to take her medicine after every meal. She did not dare to miss another dose ever again so long as she lived. She still had time, there might be more to discuss with her friends about Canada.
She sat across from Fonsus as he spoke about his family. “My parents live here, I see them all the time… I’m sure if I told them ahead it won’t be a big deal If I give them enough notice.” The holidays were important to her family… business. The restaurant would be open and Ocllo usually filled in as expeditor. There was certainly a private celebration, work-hard-party-hard, but it was a short sweet reprieve between the working hours. The family tended to center and gather in the off-times when they could really relax.
Her family had been rather thrilled to hear that she had made actual new friends. She had already spoken to her mother, early that morning over the phone. Her mother said she would try to clear her Canadian holiday trip with her father. Mother always kept her word, no mater how vague and diplomatic she sounded, she would always pull through. “No problems on my end.” She frowned and looked at her plate, nudging the eggs around with her fork. She had little appetite, but knew she needed to make herself eat.
Then Richard approached with a scandalous suggestion. River smiled and blushed, looking down at her plate. She shrugged, but her shoulders shook with the chuckle she kept trapped inside. “I do not know your mother so well as you… I’m sure you can think of a good reason. What makes her happy? When I'm trying to win my mothers favor I bring her chocolate, fine dark chocolate and red wine.”
There was another reason that River had called her mother. She had asked her mother for the name and contact number of her old doctor in Chile. "I just have a question or two... No big deal." She had told her mother. She had an idea, perhaps she could have him call the facility as a reference for her, and give them greater assess than a visitor-for-no-reason might get. He'd have to lie a little bit, of course. In reality she owed him far more favors, yet, perhaps he would help her anyway.
If not... She might have the means to persuade him. River had kept a secret for him a very long time. But, should she even breach such a trust with someone who had helped her so much for such a small and frivolous task? Yet, was it so frivolous? Two of her classmates were missing, and that was very real and very serious. Either way, would it really hurt anybody? The lie was small, and the Canadian doctors would hardly check on her real files, he was far below the equator free from any consequence they might contrive. Was it even so dangerous? The Aurors had already investigated this man. Besides, she would never actually tell his secret anyhow, even if he refused. This would be such a small lie, and he would only have to make it once. So much smaller than the lie he had to make every day. He probably would not see it as a big deal at all. It would be such a small thing for him anyhow. If not, they could get in without his help. No one would get hurt...
Right?
She was sitting across from Addie, behind him were the other house tables. She found her gaze accidentally shifting to the Ignus table, and to a certain Ignus who looked a bit-exactly-like-Hale sitting there. He turned, but she looked away before she could see if he was looking at her or turning for some other reason. She put a biscuit in her mouth and looked at the notebook intently, her cheeks were, thankfully, still red from the racy joke that Richard just made.
Her friends were wonderful, but life had become much more complex since making friends, joining the club, solving the mysteries of the universe and the missing, going out on Halloween. Sometimes she didn't feel like herself at all. It was more than just the imbalanced medicine, it was the way she was acting, the things she was thinking about. Had no one else noticed her change? Was she even a part of this change at all? or was this self (that is the thinking self that noticed these things), the stagnant still bits watching as her path seemed to alter without her permission or consent, yet, she could do nothing to stop it. Had she wanted change so hard for so long that now she had no control over it? Was she like an earthquake releasing the tension built up over so many millennia, simply breaking the moment God deems it fitting, and it has no choice of how peaceful or violent it becomes, nor where nor whom it strikes. Does the quake know or care if it is in a field or in a city? Can it stop itself? Would it?
She ate another biscuit and did not touch her eggs. She looked at her watch, she had to take her medicine after every meal. She did not dare to miss another dose ever again so long as she lived. She still had time, there might be more to discuss with her friends about Canada.
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