Gardevoiran

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

@Sickle-cell
Been busy. Wait...

Okay good I thought you had posted just a bit before.

The Narrow Path

Threeson - The Town of Criminals

Threeson was always a town of crooks and con-artists, trying to make their way. Well, the majority of it was. Those who could get their pay straight and stayed in their own business were allowed to move to the Northwestern fourth of the city, dubbed 'Richtown'. If Brock Sinclair was truly here, finding him would be tough within the three fourths of the city that could hold him.

You drop off Jen's horse at the stables before walking in with her, hearing her grunt with disgust at the streets of the city. "The order has always tried putting paladins here. Every time they were driven away. If they had listened to the Light they would know the proper way to do it," Jen said as you two walked towards a more run-down building, a couple of paladins sitting outside it drinking their cares away and hitting up the various wenches the city had.

You probably shouldn't touch the wenches.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

@Crossfire
Understandable.

Odds are after the surgery the robot will have a CS all of his own, should he achieve sentience.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

"I'm sorry, you are...?" Abigail said rather quizzically, but with a falsified tone of interest in her voice. She knew what he was trying to reference, but she couldn't really get the joke. It'd had been some time since she saw that movie, so that was probably why she didn't really care about it in reality. Either that, or the loud talking from that other girl was the reason why. Probably that.

"... when the hell is this starting up? I've gotta go back to my work," Abigail wondered. She needed to get back to her lab so she could continue working on her goal. This was merely a way for her to fund that goal, and then some. The factory did botanic stuff, floral arrangements, funerals, you name it, but there was always the big money that was sought after. Sure, it was blood money, but that was still valid in the eyes of Abigail.

Abigail pulled the bottle of unnamed chemicals out of her bag again, pouring it freshly into the cup along with some vodka, before she took another sip of her drink. The chemical smell was really something now.

@AngelofOctober@TheRedWatcher

The Narrow Path

"That is why it is in the bag," Jen says as she puts the tome back in her bag, waving her hand back at you to show the clearly-toasted skin on it. Her glove and gauntlet were crisped too. Maybe it wasn't bad for the tome, but it was just bad on Jen. All you could see is that her hand was roasted.

Alas, a golden light coated her hand as newly-formed bandages covered her hand. That was a weird spell.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

@Crossfire
If we still need an engineer for the ship, Tibulus could fill that role, actually. He's making a robot, after all.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

"Roger dodger." Tibulus said in the cockpit as he finished attaching the head of his robot, now freshly detailed, to the torso region. The whole robot was bipedal, or it was planned to be, and that was pretty cool. It was really just that one homemade robot Tibulus always wanted to build.

Hell, even the word homemade worked there. The cockpit was like Tibulus' home now, and the Revenant would be soon after all the shit with it would be concluded.

He'd be like those two guys in that one movie from that one planet.

How ironically accurate that movie was.

Tibulus turned the autopilot off as he self-piloted toward the Miranoi Cluster. He'd been there a few times, but never long enough to get a feel for the place. From what he remembered, the drinks were killer and the girls literally so.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

"If that's what you wanna call it," the scarred woman said as a green light shone from behind her mask, visible only through the eye holes. A quick evaluation of the minds in the place caused the woman to lessen her tension. She could tell everyone in there was an assassin, or associated with the UAA. That would cause most more tension, but for this particular assassin, it meant opportunity to rise in her rank if situations went south.

Dream manipulation was a hell of a power.

And this was a hell of a drink. Heck, maybe that's what caused her tension to lessen. She didn't really know the difference anymore.

A buzz from her cellular phone caught her attention as the woman pulled her phone out of her pocket, participating in the newly obtained text messages.

---

"Maiden."

"Falion."

"Our research is proving ineffective for the current moment."

"Why had you felt the need to tell me this now? I was aware prior"

"I am telling you that one of our interns, mister... Flint, had possibly found a breakthrough."

"What do you mean?"

"I do not know just yet. He is being very vague with his actions.

"... put him in a room and give him what he requests and a few corpses."

"Right away."

---

The Maiden returned to the world as she turned to the "boy" sitting beside her (he was drinking juice for fuck's sake), leaning over to him to whisper something. "Would you believe me if I told you that there's somebody on the roof?" she asked before she returned to her seat, leaning over on the barside.

@TheRedWatcher

The Narrow Path

Jen turns around on her horse, Charlie not stopping to you whim, as she pulls the tome out of her bag. "Worry not. I hold the tome!" It is worth noting that, in her hand, there is clearly rising smoke and a very faint sizzling sound. Is holding the book dangerous for Jen?

It probably has something to do with the Light.

The War of the Three

Bonesword

@thewizardguy@Silvan Haven

Bonesword felt Khaine disappear from the battlefield before he noticed the monsters overhead, seemingly ignorant of Bonesword's skull as they rained into the ground around him, shifting the terrain and, actually, pulling up a series of a human skeleton. Nice!

Well, the skeleton had most of it's body, anyway. There was a singular arm missing from it, but it was his right arm anyway, so it wasn't a massive deal. Bonesword was a lefty when he was born, and his left arm was more dominant than the right in most situations despite his ambidexterity.

It was then that a loud roar sounded above him, and a smirk washed over the bony face of Bonesword. "There it is."

Charlie issued a defeative grunt before rushing back to Bonesword and grabbing the skeleton, using his slithery body to begin to ride up towards the actual battle. A thick gash was along his back, but where the bulb once was had been displaced. Popped, even. What happened next was something good for Bonesword.

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PLANTERA

As if it was paper, a large version of the bulb on Charlie's back burst out of the undersea wall, spewing thick thorny balls towards the undersea life near Saef and, indirectly, Saef himself. The beast, known as Plantera, was here. Months of research by Bonesword went into the creation of the beast, and it would definitely prove useful in this battle.

The beast, focused on what attacked it at first, began to fire large seeds out of it's bulbous orifice towards the beasts below it in attempts to riddle the beasts and anything underneath with holes. Whether Vulcan Yew was involved was a paradox, but the seed bullets were definitely firing with speed, seemingly uncaring of the waters dynamics and properties.