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Sir Kibble the Fearless
STATUS: I mean lake dwelling spirits gotta have a side-hustle, right? 3 mos ago
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I mean lake dwelling spirits gotta have a side-hustle, right?
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
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*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
5 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
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@Ryouko
Red didn't know what to think of what just happened in front of her. One moment she was chasing this bastard down, and the next, this guy swoops in and makes the perp eat the pavement. She stood there for a moment, slackjawed and in a daze, until the sound of her partner bringing the cruiser around knocked her out of it.
Vigorously the officer shook her head, regaining her composure. "Thanks kid." She said a tad curtly with a stern look towards him. "But next time leave the crime stopping to us. No need throwing yourself into harm's way. Let us do that." She might have sounded coarse, but she was being considerate.
The robber squirmed under the kid's foot, trying his damndest to break away. "H-hey! Get off me, you damn bird! What do I look like? An egg?"
Rebecca scoffed, leaning down and cuffing him. "Hah! If this bird didn't show up, I would've just blown your kneecaps out and called it a day. Now on your feet, asshole! We got a long ride back to the precinct. Hey rookie, make sure that lady gets her purse back, will you?"
"Sure thing, LT." Michael gave a salute then grabbed the purse, handing it over to the woman. "Here you are, Miss. Sorry 'bout the trouble."
"Oh, thank you, officer!" The lady smiled heaving a sigh of relief.
Michael returned with a grin, "All part of the job, Miss. Just make sure you hang onto it next time. Lotta people been getting robbed lately."
Heading back to the cruiser, he gave the kid who saved the day a pat on the shoulder as he passed by, "Good job, hero. Hey Lieutenant, we ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's book it." Red replied shoving the robber in the back. "Watch your head there, friendo." She then slammed the door and walked over to the driver side. Before she got in though, she looked over at the kid in the mask.
"Remember what I said before kid. Don't go around playing hero. Let the cops do their job, alright?"
She got in and shut the door and drove off.
Red didn't know what to think of what just happened in front of her. One moment she was chasing this bastard down, and the next, this guy swoops in and makes the perp eat the pavement. She stood there for a moment, slackjawed and in a daze, until the sound of her partner bringing the cruiser around knocked her out of it.
Vigorously the officer shook her head, regaining her composure. "Thanks kid." She said a tad curtly with a stern look towards him. "But next time leave the crime stopping to us. No need throwing yourself into harm's way. Let us do that." She might have sounded coarse, but she was being considerate.
The robber squirmed under the kid's foot, trying his damndest to break away. "H-hey! Get off me, you damn bird! What do I look like? An egg?"
Rebecca scoffed, leaning down and cuffing him. "Hah! If this bird didn't show up, I would've just blown your kneecaps out and called it a day. Now on your feet, asshole! We got a long ride back to the precinct. Hey rookie, make sure that lady gets her purse back, will you?"
"Sure thing, LT." Michael gave a salute then grabbed the purse, handing it over to the woman. "Here you are, Miss. Sorry 'bout the trouble."
"Oh, thank you, officer!" The lady smiled heaving a sigh of relief.
Michael returned with a grin, "All part of the job, Miss. Just make sure you hang onto it next time. Lotta people been getting robbed lately."
Heading back to the cruiser, he gave the kid who saved the day a pat on the shoulder as he passed by, "Good job, hero. Hey Lieutenant, we ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's book it." Red replied shoving the robber in the back. "Watch your head there, friendo." She then slammed the door and walked over to the driver side. Before she got in though, she looked over at the kid in the mask.
"Remember what I said before kid. Don't go around playing hero. Let the cops do their job, alright?"
She got in and shut the door and drove off.
@Luna Amore
Seeing yet another Hello Kitty related article of Natalia, the cowgirl chuckled, "Golly girl! You sure like Hello Kitty!" Her smile lit up brighter though upon hearing her friend had free period too. "Awesome sauce! Hey, you think they might let us leave the school for a bit? I kinda wanna see the city!" It would be good too for Harley to get out for a bit, plus she's always heard so much about New York she wanted to explore.
"Uh...sure. No probs." Helena gave a quiet reply to Sam's nanny, still fazed a bit by the sweet woman. Could have just been her negative reaction. While hepling Amelia carry Sam to the car, she decided to make a little small talk, just to get her mind off...well, everything at the moment. Darren's voice was still screaming in her ears. If she didn't get him that money by Thursday, she'd probably be found dead in a trashbag by the Hudson River.
"So..." She started rather awkward. "That's your nanny, huh? She sounds nice.
I guesd you guys like having her around. Must be great having someone like that to take care of you."
Yeah...someone who ain't stinking fucking drunk all the time or busy fucking his rich lawyer girlfriend... She frowned slightly. The day her dad stepped up to be a real parent was the day the ground cracked open and all of New York fell into the pits of Hell, not that she cared much for religion...or for the drunk ass bum he was.
As they got to the car, she noticed Mr. Felton standing beside his, talking on his phone. It was weird. Louis was such a chill dude, but seeing how red his face was, hearing how aggitated his voice sounded, Helena had to wonder who he was talking to.
His wife? No, from what little Helena knew, he and Sarah had a happy marriage. So who was it? She tried to listen in a little without being seen, but she only caught the tail end of Felton's heated argument.
"I'm warning you, little brother. If you come around my family causing trouble, I will call the police. Yes, they will arrest you, and then maybe you'll learn your lesson and get cleaned up. I have to go now. Tell mom I said hi."
He hung up the phone, heaving a weary sigh.
His...brother? And from the sound of things, this guy must be a total asshat. I wonder who he is. The skater girl had her hunches.
"Fucking Louie!" Darren snarled throwing his phone down into the floor of his beat up car. He slammed his fist into the steering wheel. "Fuck him!
Asshole always thought he was too good for his fam! Fuck you, big bro!" Seething, he grabbed his meth pipe out of the dash, lighting it up and taking a few puffs. It helped to calm him down...but not that much. Shortly after, he reached down and picked up his phone. He skimmed through the contacts for a moment until he found the number he wanted.
"Hey, Hel. You remember that money you owed me? I think I got a way you can pay it back. Gimme a call when you get this message."
He hung up, a malevolent grin upon his face as he took another hit off the pipe.
Seeing yet another Hello Kitty related article of Natalia, the cowgirl chuckled, "Golly girl! You sure like Hello Kitty!" Her smile lit up brighter though upon hearing her friend had free period too. "Awesome sauce! Hey, you think they might let us leave the school for a bit? I kinda wanna see the city!" It would be good too for Harley to get out for a bit, plus she's always heard so much about New York she wanted to explore.
"Uh...sure. No probs." Helena gave a quiet reply to Sam's nanny, still fazed a bit by the sweet woman. Could have just been her negative reaction. While hepling Amelia carry Sam to the car, she decided to make a little small talk, just to get her mind off...well, everything at the moment. Darren's voice was still screaming in her ears. If she didn't get him that money by Thursday, she'd probably be found dead in a trashbag by the Hudson River.
"So..." She started rather awkward. "That's your nanny, huh? She sounds nice.
I guesd you guys like having her around. Must be great having someone like that to take care of you."
Yeah...someone who ain't stinking fucking drunk all the time or busy fucking his rich lawyer girlfriend... She frowned slightly. The day her dad stepped up to be a real parent was the day the ground cracked open and all of New York fell into the pits of Hell, not that she cared much for religion...or for the drunk ass bum he was.
As they got to the car, she noticed Mr. Felton standing beside his, talking on his phone. It was weird. Louis was such a chill dude, but seeing how red his face was, hearing how aggitated his voice sounded, Helena had to wonder who he was talking to.
His wife? No, from what little Helena knew, he and Sarah had a happy marriage. So who was it? She tried to listen in a little without being seen, but she only caught the tail end of Felton's heated argument.
"I'm warning you, little brother. If you come around my family causing trouble, I will call the police. Yes, they will arrest you, and then maybe you'll learn your lesson and get cleaned up. I have to go now. Tell mom I said hi."
He hung up the phone, heaving a weary sigh.
His...brother? And from the sound of things, this guy must be a total asshat. I wonder who he is. The skater girl had her hunches.
"Fucking Louie!" Darren snarled throwing his phone down into the floor of his beat up car. He slammed his fist into the steering wheel. "Fuck him!
Asshole always thought he was too good for his fam! Fuck you, big bro!" Seething, he grabbed his meth pipe out of the dash, lighting it up and taking a few puffs. It helped to calm him down...but not that much. Shortly after, he reached down and picked up his phone. He skimmed through the contacts for a moment until he found the number he wanted.
"Hey, Hel. You remember that money you owed me? I think I got a way you can pay it back. Gimme a call when you get this message."
He hung up, a malevolent grin upon his face as he took another hit off the pipe.
"And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world.
Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled..."
Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled..."
What if a Dragonborn never appeared? What if Alduin did succeed in turning Skyrim, nay, all of Tamriel into a scorched and blackened wasteland?
How would you survive, the last of the children of Nirn? Would you swear fealty to your new draconic deities, and become part of the tyrannical dragon cult?
Would you stand against the dragons in the name of the Nine Divines? Or...would you simply take no side and let the world crumble beneath your feet?
Welcome to a new Tamriel, a Tamriel without her illustrious Empire, without her Gods to save her. The Dragons are the new lords of Mundus and the Daedra roam free, sowing the seeds of discord wherever they wish. In this world gone awry, you have but one choice to make. Live, or die? Will you succeed...or will you fail?"
How would you survive, the last of the children of Nirn? Would you swear fealty to your new draconic deities, and become part of the tyrannical dragon cult?
Would you stand against the dragons in the name of the Nine Divines? Or...would you simply take no side and let the world crumble beneath your feet?
Welcome to a new Tamriel, a Tamriel without her illustrious Empire, without her Gods to save her. The Dragons are the new lords of Mundus and the Daedra roam free, sowing the seeds of discord wherever they wish. In this world gone awry, you have but one choice to make. Live, or die? Will you succeed...or will you fail?"
The world you once knew is gone. Alduin and his Dragon Cult rule the land, and any who oppose him will be slaughtered. As the last of Tamriel's children, you have a choice to make. Will you bow to the dragons and join their evil cult, or will you stand against them and join the Order of the Nine. Is this land worth saving anymore when it has been charred to cinders? Some believe so.
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Yes, it is depressing, but I'm assuming freeform wasn't the best option for this. Sadly, the RP is dead guys, but I'll probably consider reviving it later on.
Yes, it is depressing, but I'm assuming freeform wasn't the best option for this. Sadly, the RP is dead guys, but I'll probably consider reviving it later on.
Bah! Good enough! I'll have the OOC up in a fewsies!
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