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The Five Senses

Sounds great.

The Five Senses

@Pezz570 When is this going to happen, very roughly ? IC I mean, of course :)

I'm wondering because there's also the idea about how to alert the nation of touch and if it will happen before or after the crucial moment of signaling.

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

*starts taking notes*

Hider

Proposed supernatural ability: Spawn arbitrarily sized spank plank out of nowhere. Spawn arbitrarily sized nails out of nowhere. And a hammer! A BIG hammer!

Possible weakness: Is always worried that the ability might not work or produce unstable results, thus has a bad habit of testing the thing using noone else than himself each time he uses it. Is kind of a controlling freak and enjoys pain to a significant degree. Now unfortunately experience has proven that most victims can escape happily before this post-spawn self-test is over.

Limitation: It doesn't work without a companion in the first place. With three limbs nailed into place it is impossible for him to handle the hammer in order to get the job done completely, so someone else has to do it!

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

Victim ? For... erm... what ?

Santa Celia: Coast to Coast

@Lord Wraith I've been 'stalking' this RP for quite a little while now. I know the join status says 'apply', but the CS-tab says that there currently are no less than four characters in the pipeline. Even with subtracting those who obviously are no longer I'd still like to ask if this is still open at this point prior to start working on a character ?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I think we should slice off the Mantiraus' head and carry it back to the village. There's no snow there at the moment, but maybe we could put it up on a flag pole as a sign towards the drow!

And I wouldn't be opposed to more snow in this RP XD

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

"We would be a humble shame of a patrol if we'd stop doing our job now that it has become easier than it was before!" An-Hasst's natural light-footedness had allowed him to listen in to the conversation well before reaching it and he wasn't afraid of telling his opinion. "I mean that beast seems pretty dead by now, so unless they grow children a lot faster than a bunch of mice there should be one less out there by now, shouldn't it ?"

The Skayleigh had not seen anything like this before, but at least he could put up a good excuse with his homeland being situated at almost the opposite end of the world. Carefully he inspected his bolt that was still sticking out of the creature's neck, blood all around it. It certainly had done its job -- the question was if it would be able to do it again. He started pulling strongly, ripping out even more flesh as the barbs put up the intended resistance. Then he put the bloody thing into his bag. Only after a decent cleaning one could tell if the supporting structure had suffered any fractures upon impact or not.

An-Hasst crouched and took a breath, inhaling the smell of the Mantiraus. "Who is the fastest of us ? Maybe it would be a good idea to send someone a little further ahead to give more pre-warning time." Of course there were the drow to consider as well, but they could ambush a single person from range as easily as they could ambush an entire group. The only increase in danger lay in the possibility of getting captured he thought.

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity@Stormflyx@Mortarion

Dark Streets - Urban Fantasy Noir

It could have been such a nice end of the work day. Or well.. end of 'work night' would suit the situation better: Working as a doorkeeper for a rather prominent club more often than not implied that one could already see the reddish glow of the next day's sun creep up on the horizon by the end of the shift. Anyway. Neither had any of Othen's 'customers' tried to beat him up this night nor had anyone spat out his or her stomach's primarily alcoholic contents close to his shoes. By his standards that was enough to consider things to have been a very calm and relaxing night.

The scenery unfolding in front of his eyes was anything but relaxing though. Even well before going around the last corner one could see the flashing blue lights bouncing off the glass walls of the adjacent skyscrapers. Supernatural or not there were only very few authorities in this city who were allowed to pull off such a show -- and for none of them one could say that its presence was a good sign.

The scene around the pond had been cordoned off already and quite lavishly so. Having pushed his own enormity as close to the center of it as possible without violating any rules, Othen could see very well what was going on. Divers had been sent into the pond. One was gently pushing the body towards the end of the water where others were already standing and expecting it. The other apparently searched underwater for anything that might have fallen off the unforunate... Hieronymus Mauser ?

Well that was beyond unfortunate. Othen could see the yellow press crying out scandal in letters as big as they could fit them onto their humble papers, but that would probably still be no match to what would go on in the supernatural community. That man hadn't taken a bath in the open world at midnight and then suddenly found out that his old heart couldn't handle the stresses of cold water, had he ? So what might have happened to him ?

Othen tried to inspect the body from where he was standing, hoping that if the usual shot wound was to blame he'd be able to see the blood stains. There were none though. The body seemed rather pristine. Then a rather disgruntled police officer approached the gargoyle, telling him to move away as he had already and quite literally bend the rules. In his need for information Othen had to agree that he had indeed tested the ductility of the crime scene tape without noticing.

He most likely wouldn't be able to find out any more here. But where else ? If this was a crime the press couldn't reliably trusted in. Not in this particular city where special kinds of people were pulling the strings more often than not. Too bad that he himself had managed to sever the good connections to his own community. At least for a while...

Dark Streets - Urban Fantasy Noir

Why no more posts? Are you men or mice?

@POOHEAD189

Actually I'm an engineer. Does this fall into any of the aforementioned categories ?
And I've been working on a special kind of ball-bearing with tumbleweeds instead of steel balls inside. Something that keeps rolling on so brilliantly even in the most hostile of environments like your average wild-west desert must exhibit superb mechanical properties. I've been on the search for these things for the last few weeks, but now that you've provided me with hard, moving-picture evidence on where to find more of them I can finally get going again! @POOHEAD189

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Nope... Seriously... I've slept a lot the last few days, then spent a lot of time on Christmas and have been lazy as **** in general. Moving in now!

The Five Senses

Týfurkh

Týfurkh had been listening in on the ongoing conversation between Karina and Chres in particular without saying much. His slice of bread had been quickly consumed and his wound would probably heal best while not being stared at. Volunteers for the first shift had been found as well, so superficially there was hardly anything left to do for him before falling asleep.

The more the talk was about trying to contact the outside world however, the more one could see the man first touching his skin with his fingers, then actively fumbling around with it. It seemed as if the following words were directed at himself as an act of accidental loud thinking, but still everyone listening carefully enough could hear Týfurkh's mumbling: "Whatever we do... Contacting the outside world using any light-based method would probably be horribly inefficient. Given the nature of the distortion as we know it..."

A slight jerk shot through their companion's body as he could hear himself talking. Now that he had unintentionally spilled out his inner thoughts he could as well adress things openly, couldn't he ? "I might have an idea..." Týfurkh started. "But it will require several conditions to be met: First I need to reach a position as elevated as we can get. A tower or something comparable that's still standing. And secondly a good hint about where to shout at."

Oh blast... "Erm... Not literally, of course! Or well, in fact it would be literally but not as a broadcast everyone can hear. Only the intended recipient could hear me. We could guide in the military of touch without making as much as a chirp or lighting an ordinary candle!"

Týfurkh raised himself to his full height and moved through the room, going for the door leading to the outside world. Before opening it he first peeked through the shabby curtains of one of the windows, checking their environment. Then it turned out that he didn't have to go outside after all as he could already spot what he had been looking for from inside. His index finger almost slammed against the glass as he pointed at it. "See this clocktower over there ? That would be good... Question is if it's still intact inside."