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You don't want the former.
Dammit now I'm curious. I don't want it, but I wanna know what it is so badly.
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Who here likes cuddles?
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If your girl can't crack your skull between her thighs then whats the point of even being a human being.
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Identities are confusing to figure out.
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Well hello.
I guess I should introduce myself, huh.
I'm Gardevoiran, just some schmuck going to college and working towards getting a degree in Fine Arts.
I do commissions and what-not, and you can ask me to do a commission for you through my Discord (Gardevoiran #1429) or up here through RPGuild PMs, and I receive donations and payment through my Ko-fi page. Clicking the box right below here will take you to it.
I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon religiously, I dabble in some anime, I write up here, and I love watching incredibly awful movies and just making fun of them. Specifically things like "Leo the Lion" and what not.
I don't have much else to say, so I guess I can leave you guys with a really bad joke.
"What do you call a cow with two legs?"
"Lean beef."
Most Recent Posts
Dammit now I'm curious. I don't want it, but I wanna know what it is so badly.
To my dear Tibulus...
Through the many years we have been apart from each other as colleagues and partners-in-crime, I am writing this letter to you to address my idea to you, and I promise you'll fit in right with this crew...
You see, my recent contacts in high places have informed me of a new crew, known as Project: Revenant. The main idea of this investment is that multiple criminals throughout the known universe are assembled in a sort of team, and their aim is to complete missions with this project in exchange for shortened sentences with their crimes that they have committed. Those criminals that refuse would be receiving a consequence that is even worse than death from what I have gathered. The group seems to have gathered a good amount of people in various different specialties, but the main drawback of this is what they don't have and why I'm contacting you in the first place...
They are missing a qualified pilot.
When my friends contacted me asking if I knew any able-bodied pilots who'd be willing to commit to this, the only person I thought of was you. You were my ace in the hole when we were old pals, always getting us out of jams, and I still vividly remember when I saw you race those spaceships through the asteroid belts of your home galaxy. You are the best pilot I know, and even though your criminal record doesn't go past a few speeding tickets, you'd be paid a bit more in rewards from this from what I've gathered.
Attached in this package are all the required credentials, a bit of up-front pay, and a pack of Funganoid cigars. I told my friends that you'd only do it if you received some kind of cigars as an up-front payment, and they definitely delivered.
If you're still interested in this, meet at Chronos Station for the briefing and boarding of the ship.
~ B. S.
Chronos Station - Present Day
Tibulus was sitting on a crate, smoking his cigar. Nobody here was particularly kind to anyone else, especially the leaders, and he didn't really care for many words. The main reason he was here was just because he was a hired helper for the ship as nobody involved with this damn project knew how to fly besides him... or maybe some people did, he didn't know. Either way, he'd probably be the main pilot of this vessel in the long-run. Tibulus actually thought it was rather funny how he was near all of these criminals that had to try being angsty and had to work on their crimes. Tibulus had all of his crimes come at him accidentally, and it was honestly rather fitting for him... at least his known crimes. Once the captain was done debriefing, one of the criminals in the room - he believed his name was Stryker - spoke up.
"I don't have anything to say to you scumbags. Just stay out of my way and let me do my job" The nerve of him, dismissing the group as scumbags right off the bat. Sadly for him, this skeleton was not about to take that shit with any sort of face, and as such, Tibulus spoke up. "Sorry you shitlord, I'm gonna be in your way the entire damn time this project is going on. Better learn how to tolerate me now you bastard." This is off to an amazing start already.
Through the many years we have been apart from each other as colleagues and partners-in-crime, I am writing this letter to you to address my idea to you, and I promise you'll fit in right with this crew...
You see, my recent contacts in high places have informed me of a new crew, known as Project: Revenant. The main idea of this investment is that multiple criminals throughout the known universe are assembled in a sort of team, and their aim is to complete missions with this project in exchange for shortened sentences with their crimes that they have committed. Those criminals that refuse would be receiving a consequence that is even worse than death from what I have gathered. The group seems to have gathered a good amount of people in various different specialties, but the main drawback of this is what they don't have and why I'm contacting you in the first place...
They are missing a qualified pilot.
When my friends contacted me asking if I knew any able-bodied pilots who'd be willing to commit to this, the only person I thought of was you. You were my ace in the hole when we were old pals, always getting us out of jams, and I still vividly remember when I saw you race those spaceships through the asteroid belts of your home galaxy. You are the best pilot I know, and even though your criminal record doesn't go past a few speeding tickets, you'd be paid a bit more in rewards from this from what I've gathered.
Attached in this package are all the required credentials, a bit of up-front pay, and a pack of Funganoid cigars. I told my friends that you'd only do it if you received some kind of cigars as an up-front payment, and they definitely delivered.
If you're still interested in this, meet at Chronos Station for the briefing and boarding of the ship.
~ B. S.
Chronos Station - Present Day
Tibulus was sitting on a crate, smoking his cigar. Nobody here was particularly kind to anyone else, especially the leaders, and he didn't really care for many words. The main reason he was here was just because he was a hired helper for the ship as nobody involved with this damn project knew how to fly besides him... or maybe some people did, he didn't know. Either way, he'd probably be the main pilot of this vessel in the long-run. Tibulus actually thought it was rather funny how he was near all of these criminals that had to try being angsty and had to work on their crimes. Tibulus had all of his crimes come at him accidentally, and it was honestly rather fitting for him... at least his known crimes. Once the captain was done debriefing, one of the criminals in the room - he believed his name was Stryker - spoke up.
"I don't have anything to say to you scumbags. Just stay out of my way and let me do my job" The nerve of him, dismissing the group as scumbags right off the bat. Sadly for him, this skeleton was not about to take that shit with any sort of face, and as such, Tibulus spoke up. "Sorry you shitlord, I'm gonna be in your way the entire damn time this project is going on. Better learn how to tolerate me now you bastard." This is off to an amazing start already.
@Crossfire
Do I need to be of a criminal background, or would it be fine to just be a hired hand in this? If I need to be a criminal, I'll be dark and disturbing with what Tibulus did.
Do I need to be of a criminal background, or would it be fine to just be a hired hand in this? If I need to be a criminal, I'll be dark and disturbing with what Tibulus did.
@Mega Birb
I'm praying for something alright.
Wondering what XXII - The Fool and XIV - Temperance would do...
I'm praying for something alright.
Wondering what XXII - The Fool and XIV - Temperance would do...
Ursaren stood above the kneeling elf and in front of Jezebeth, the woman whom the old man wished to take under his wing and help get over these bad feelings that she has right now. With the same jovial voice, Ursaren responded to the elf with haste. "Very well." The old man walked over to the bindings residing on Jezebeth's arms as he undid them. Ursaren would have to be on high alert and attempt as hard as he can to keep his little secret under his cloak. If he revealed what he was in front of these elves, he'd be swarmed by the group of elves and pretty much slain where he stood.
Once Jezebeth was unbound, Ursaren offered her a hand to help her onto her feet, and smiled at her reassuringly. He was looking forward to helping her see that she can earn her honor back, and overall get these ideas of rejection and dishonor out of her head for good. With the smile on his face, the jolly tone of voice he possessed, and his trident aimed towards the sky in his other hand. If you were in Jezebeth's point-of-view, the old man would look insanely badass. "So Jezebeth, are you ready to come with us and get over these horrible feelings?"
Once Jezebeth was unbound, Ursaren offered her a hand to help her onto her feet, and smiled at her reassuringly. He was looking forward to helping her see that she can earn her honor back, and overall get these ideas of rejection and dishonor out of her head for good. With the smile on his face, the jolly tone of voice he possessed, and his trident aimed towards the sky in his other hand. If you were in Jezebeth's point-of-view, the old man would look insanely badass. "So Jezebeth, are you ready to come with us and get over these horrible feelings?"
I'm gonna wait to draw a card. It'll happen in time, but I'm gonna wait before I do it and I power up the angels even more.
I'm just waiting for my next post and how people will question what the fuck is going on with Bonesword. I have him standing in a defensive position for a reason...hiss hiss
I'm just waiting for my next post and how people will question what the fuck is going on with Bonesword. I have him standing in a defensive position for a reason...hiss hiss
Bonesword
~Alchemist's Castle~The swordsman ran inside the castle as far as he could get before things went to shit, and within what seemed like mere seconds, everything regarding the first trial seemed to completely fall apart. The skeleton stabbed a scimitar into a spot where he could and he held on tight with his left arm. This would be a tough spot, but honestly it was the best move the swordsman had at the time, and with how Ni-Mu ran in and attached herself to a wall, he decided it would be the best idea to not take any chances with how this is going down. That being said, the right hand of the swordsman held his Shroomblade ready.
Then came the gravity shift from Juno, and holy hell was it rough. The sheer force backing it was insane, and it sent even the burliest of fighters barreling towards Bonesword. He rolled over to the side as he dug his Shroomblade into the ground in addition to the scimitar and watched as the swarm of forces came flying in past him. It was barely a hair away from getting slammed by everyone at once, but he survived thankfully. As the swordsman began taking notice of what he had to help his side take down, a very soft rumble sounded through the room. The swordsman began to speak over the Machina local comms. with what his plan was. "Ni-Mu, I trust what you're doing is gonna work. That being said, if you don't mind a bit of backup, my green thumb is itching to do it's thing." The swordsman pulled his blades out of the ground and entered a defensive stance as he said this, the rumbling beginning to crescendo up. It was clear shit was about to go down here.
@Lmpkio @Grombus @KoL @floodtalon @The 42nd Gecko @Mega Birb @Awesomoman64 @Ryonara @Flamelord @Lucius Cypher @Lonewolf685 @TheWindel
@KoL
I was referring to the storm caused by Dorafraki and the air current associated with it... I wasn't even concerned with Juno. Thanks for mentioning that though
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@The 42nd Gecko
Good shit on you mate, didn't even consider that. If you really think about it more, Bonesword has to have a really strong... something... to carry and swing these swords with literally no muscle on him, of course it's demon magic holding him together, but regardless of that it's very likely that he could resist the gravity change enough to stay together. Movement would be a no-go for sure, but staying stationary is very probable.
I was referring to the storm caused by Dorafraki and the air current associated with it... I wasn't even concerned with Juno. Thanks for mentioning that though
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@The 42nd Gecko
Good shit on you mate, didn't even consider that. If you really think about it more, Bonesword has to have a really strong... something... to carry and swing these swords with literally no muscle on him, of course it's demon magic holding him together, but regardless of that it's very likely that he could resist the gravity change enough to stay together. Movement would be a no-go for sure, but staying stationary is very probable.
@KoL
Would anything bad happen if I stabbed a sword in the ground to keep from flying-the-hell-away and slashing at any approaching lamias with another sword (the demonly potent one)? I feel like there isn't but I wanna make sure before I go and post.
Would anything bad happen if I stabbed a sword in the ground to keep from flying-the-hell-away and slashing at any approaching lamias with another sword (the demonly potent one)? I feel like there isn't but I wanna make sure before I go and post.
THE LONG WINDING ROAD TO THE PRT
Overlook was mostly silent through the long ride, opening a laptop he carried around and playing a bit more Morrowind on the ride. To be fair, he was feeling some extreme anxiety for this meeting with the director, and it was hopefully understood as this was the first time he'd been outside since... since... um...
...fuck.
Anyway, he wasn't really ready for this meeting with the director of the PRT, and how it wasn't really helpful to be wearing a hoodie to this sort of event, or at least something that was a bit more decent and presentable. In an effort to make some form of conversation between the individuals within the armored truck. "So... if you guys work for the PRT, doesn't that mean you guys are also parahumans?"
A Shipping Warehouse
There was no time to be arguing about this and worrying about clothes, Gaia had to get out of here. This clown of a person was confusing as hell but he... she... it at least seemed to know what would be a good idea in this situation. With some haste, Gaia removed the very loose shirt off the thug man in the room and put it on over her frame as it draped past her hips and was large enough to cover her. Gaia adorned her sun mask and looked back to the clown in the room with her answer. "Are we really going through with this?" "Alright you friggin clown, let's do this." "Goddammit."
@Eklispe
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