Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn

Lyn smiled, then nodded her head. Her free hand reached out for the second piece and placed it into her teeth while she placed her rune under her arm, pinning it to her body. Both hands freed, she began to unwrapped the brown paper. It was hard at first, the candy stuck to the fragile brown and seemed to refuse to remove itself. Bit by bit, she carefully revealed the tan colored candy. She quickly popped it into her mouth a moment later and readjusted her rune back into her hand.

At first the texture was hard and sticky causing her molars to glue together, making it hard to undo. It took straining her jaw muscles to finally release it through a few moments later it happened all over. Her expression was confusing and frustrated since she hadn’t figured out she was supposed to suck on it rather than chew.

It took all of Tyrael’s turn for her to get through the first milk caramel which was delicious when it slid down her throat and settled in her belly. It made the struggle worth going through it again. After unwrapping the second one, her fingers were already inserting the piece when she spotted one of the rubber balls come out of a portal and land in a cup. She giggled, bouncing on her feet balls at seeing it repeat twice more, winning her more candies which she took willingly.

Still struggling with her newest caramel in her teeth, she didn't wiggle when her uncle picked her back up. Her legs widening and sat back into the shoulders where he held her closely. Not knowing where else to put her candies, she placed the bag on Tyrael’s head then pointed to a small puppet show occurring, the papercuts hidden behind a sheet as they moved and were manipulated by talented hands repeating the story for the hundredth time that day.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Will have to get rolling here again after I've caught up with my own RP.

@Gowi

YAY! Welcome back. :p

Clash of the Magnus: Blood Makes a Difference

I think I figured it out... I hope. >_>

Clash of the Magnus: Blood Makes a Difference

A Close Call

Jacer’s ears instantly cocked back to Dom’s location causing the man to overhear the boy utter a curse then fall against the ground. The bullets impacted on the wall and caught both of them, suspending them there. The scrambling sound of the boy was enough to assure Jacer he was still alive and unharmed. In a few moments the teenager’s steps were booking their way toward the light, namely in the direction where he had noted Gizi had went earlier.

the sight itself would've brought more relief to him, but he couldn’t take his attention off the battle. Not if he wanted a chance to live.

Jacer’s lips smirked slightly at the brief victory in preventing Dom’s assassination. Already an image of what the barrier might’ve looked flashed in his mind as the transparent, floating square had spiderweb cracks webbing out from where the two bullets had hit, their kinetic energy spent. The wall could capture one more before it completely shattered. He was lucky Shugtil hadn’t interrupted him or else the wall wouldn’t have held up and Dom might’ve not survived.

The thought was short lived when Shugtil turned the gun into his direction next. Aimed at his chest, Jacer instantly started to slow his pace down instinctively but continued to his left. He had his feet upon the balls, allowing him to jerk in the opposite way and control where the bullet might hit him. Originally, he had expected his bullets to miss completely which had opened him up for a heart shot. If he shifted fast enough, Jacer figured he might survive it but not without taking a hit. It would seriously cripple his reaction and engagement ability if he couldn't prevent that.

In sheer luck, one of his bullets had managed to nick Shugtil's left arm at the last moment and his aim veered to the right side of Jacer’s chest when it fired. Combining that with Jacer’s slowing pace, the bullet sliced into his coat sleeve. It ripped the fabric down to scratch the flesh drawing a hiss from the younger man. Jacer fought not to yell in pain when he felt the bullet tip cut him easily. He knew it could’ve been much worse and thankfully all it did was hurt like a bitch. He gritted his teeth, his feet coming to an abruptly stop and seemed to be smiling in his eyes for a moment. His mind already working on how to keep Shugtil’s attention on him.

Ignoring the sting in his arm, his feet stood apart and his eyes followed Shugtil’s likely still moving figure. Though he was ready to move should he need to in order to avoid another bullet at any time, his hand was still upright with the gun position to reload and pointed at his ex-ally. His reaction time was twice as fast as a human’s now since he hadn’t completely disengage the magik infusing in his natural abilities. It would take less than a second to start moving again.

Never letting go of the assumption that Shugtil was still loaded with at least a few bullets and his own was empty, Jacer’s unarmed hand reached into his left side pouch. His fingers knew exactly where the MASS magazine was and ripped it out, able to tell what exactly what was within it. Five tazers and five ice rounds, respectively placed within. His fingers tightened over the end then flipped it about to snap it in the gun quickly. At the same moment, his other hand had squeezed the handle to eject the empty one. With skill learned from being forced to learn how to wield a gun since fourteen, his fingers inserted then caught the ejected one easily. Unless he was stopped or prevented, switching them would only take about seven seconds.

Jacer's voice spoke out to Shugtil during his reload, keeping in mind the man might shoot at him any moment. "I don't want to kill you but I will if I have to."

His eyes were mindful of Shugtil's figure, actions and his location. If Jacer wasn’t interrupted, his gun adjusted his aim toward Shugtil’s leading shoulder, just an inch near the edge, and fired. He followed up with another shot at the left side of the man’s chest less then a second later unless something happened. Truthfully, he doubted his ex-ally would allow either shot to happen before reacting to prevent it. This time if the bullet even managed to nick him this time, they would discharge. It would send enough wattage to knock out three fully grown, normal men for an hour.

As he squeezed the trigger twice, his unarmed hand began to charge. The fingers still held the magazine within his grip as the hand became blue and glowed, hidden partly by his body.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lynn

Lyn leaned upon her Uncle’s shoulders, her eyes closed and enjoying his surprise. She could hear it in his voice as he complimented her on rune and nodded her head, forgetting she could verbally state it. Giggling a bit, she overlooked Tyrael’s distrust while they travelled through the stalls. Her legs rested upon his shoulders and arms hung around his neck, feeling his movements rock her gently.

When Tyrael came to a halt, her eyes noted the merchant looking apprehensively at them and seem afraid. Lyn’s head tilted in confusion as she squinted in confusion, trying to figure out the reason he might be scared. Sure, her Uncle looked scary but he wasn’t. On being offered a chance to play, she nodded her head. Then recalling her promise to Leith, she tried to voice it. “Y-y…”

Her words fell short as she tried to voice it, falling back on her rune in the end. “Yes, please.”

She slowly was let down then explained the rules, the goal being simple: get a ball into a cup by bouncing it. The objective seemed simple enough though she wasn’t sure how to accomplish it. Her hands held three rubber balls and paused to watch her Uncle’s approach. She giggled quietly to see him struggle with the game. The first ball knocking over a cup while the next bounced out, her attention turning to her own still within her hands. She stood as close as she dared before trying to softly toss a ball into the cup. It knocked it over, the ball rolling out and hitting the surrounding ones. The second and final one fared no better, both knocking her cups down. She pouted a bit through gratefully took the milk caramel, then looked at Tyrael to see if she could eat it now.

“Can I eat this Tyrael?”

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Raa could only stare at Voira, her eyes filled with tears as she finally turned over her friend. She had expected the worse. Her fear seeming to plant the thought in her mind and wouldn’t completely let go, her expression flashed a weak smile at the downed Asari. Her ears caught the groan that was enough evidence that her friend was alive and relieved her worries. Her breath exhaled slowly while she ignored the throbbing in her knees, her hands retracted to her thighs where they rested at. When Voira made a small, reassuring smile, Raa’s own lips tried to make a meek mimic of the gesture.

Her hands raised and gingerly hovered, ready to help, while Voira rose to a sitting position. The Asari leaned her head into her comms then spoke to hush RK up, wanting to be informed when the ship was ready. Finishing up, Voira tried to stand upright only to fail as she crumbled back onto her ass. The Turian, the one that had nearly gotten them shot with the civilian, beating the corpse that had been the Krogan. Her heart felt pity for the Turian, though she could only guess at the cause and knew trying to stop him was only going to end up getting her hurt. Swallowing her anxiety, Raa’s head turned to Voira when she made her request for help. Absorbing it a moment, Raa took several seconds to react while she nodded.

She had just been about to lean into Voira and help her to her feet before she noticed Donny arrive. His figure tracking toward them causing her to cease, lowering her friend back down to the ground. Raa listened to him thank Voira for the gun as the Quarian stepped back and allowed the human to tend to the Asari. She didn’t know first aid after all and while she felt she could do something, in reality she didn’t want to make anything worse. Avatar’s voice came over the comms causing her attention to the Geth’s request. Her hand paused over the button then answered. “We’re coming, Donny’s patching up Voira. Give us a second as we need to prepare.”

She patted Voira on the shoulder then turned to the Turian still pounding into the dead corpse until he became exhausted, her body raising upright to her feet. Cautiously she approached the Turian, her hands folded up in front her and stood there watching him in worry. She wanted to help badly. It was visible on her features, along with the fear, that she thought twice about approaching him. “Please, we need to get on the ship. He’s dead… he’s gone. Can you hear me?”

Raa edged a little closer hoping her voice would reach the Turian, who was still in shock over what she assumed was the experience. “Please, you need to snap out of it or you’re going to hurt yourself.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I hate school, but I also love it. Very confusing.

Not dead, by the by, just... busy.

@EnterTheHero

If this helps any, you're currently in good company as I'm having net issues (at my Aunt's and pilfering her net) and Tearstone is usually really relax about pace. >,<

Btw, replied with Rach and considering posting part two though we're not far into part 3 of that collab. It seems we've lost our pacing somewhere. :P

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

<Snipped quote by Fallenreaper>

Koren is a male, and a staunch believer of the Jedi code.

He can't seduce someone.

@Sep

Then why would he request that of another? Isn't that against the Jedi code and abuse of the master and padawan relationship? :P

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

<Snipped quote by Fallenreaper>

PADAWAN @Rtron GO SEDUCE HIM TO PREVENT HIM FROM SLEEPING!

I COMMAND IT!

@Sep

What, Koren can't do that himself? :p

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Dervish prepare yourself, for the sarcastic wit and bitchiness of Koren and Nazca!

I feel sorry for Tolun Fi.

@Sep

Hush! Xid's trying to sleep! :p

@Sep Yay! I even bought tickets.

Sorry about not really being around guys, I have barely been on my computer lately due to this awful sickness. Work is demanding a pound of flesh and I am getting home two hours late nearly every night because my workload hugely increased after my supervisor broke his knee in half.

Also, 12 day work weeks suck when you are trying to get better.

@Dervish

*pats Dervish* Reply when you're able hun. All you're dealing with is a smartass droid after all. :p