Gaylord DeFlorez

Annahme (Sci-punk/Fantasy/Action RP)

me captured and unable to get out on my own?

only an idea.

Life on the Street

"Thank you for not doing so." he said as he gained his baring's, "um.... Why am I sticky?"

Annahme (Sci-punk/Fantasy/Action RP)

that will be fun.

Deadzone Reality

none for me thank you, I don't eat.

Life on the Street

sorry i hadn't responded earlier. school and all.

Life on the Street

"well, ain't this convenient. surrounded by people you don't know." Corey said as he came too. "three Tasers, that's a bit much, even for me." he then stood up, bracing himself on a bridge support. "where are we, oh, and I'm Corey by the way. Thanks for what I can assume is dragging me from the cops." then he muttered, "damn cops."

Deadzone Reality

"I don't know and I am sorry for causing you pain. do you have any idea where here is?" he thought for a minet. he can't remember any major landmarks around here and eventually said, "the town might have answers we seek. follow me if you wish, i do not care." anger growing in his voice slowly.

Deadzone Reality

"Oh, well then I guess we should stick together then warrior. Don't worry, I don't mean you any ill will, we are nowhere near my shard den for me to logically show anger toward anyone i don't know. And whats with that goat?" paulnus told the swordsman. then tried to bridge a telepathic gap between himself and the odd goat.

The Warren

"I don't mean to be rude mister, kyle, is it? I'm not here for you, only silver here. and if this do's end up starting a war. I am hired by a close and old friend of mine to capture him, not kill. otherwise there would be no mess and I wouldn't have shown myself." taking another look at the man that he thought was silver, he saw that one very important feature was missing. a vertical scar on his left temple. "Shit, this ain't silver, I don't even know who you are! Goddammit, i lost him. well I am very sorry for this inconvenience and i must find my mark before he disappears entirely." Alacore then turned to leave the inn.

The Warren

As his mark went into the bar he stepped down from the rafters to follow. he heard him say something, but Alacore couldn't be sure what. as he entered the inn, the barkeep said "thieves prosper,"
"and the rich die." I uttered toward him. Everyone turned to look at Alacore, still wearing his mask. he approached a man taking a drink and said, "do we have to mess up this fine establishment or can I kill you out side, silver was it?" he said in a death like tone, his Work voice as he calls it. Alacore put his left hand on silver's shoulder and right hand on Farlorn, ready to draw at any moment.