Gelatinous Cube
Member
One among the Fence
STATUS: Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever. 2 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 12 hrs ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 525 (0.12 / day)
- VMs: 3
-
Username history
- Gelatinous Cube 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
adncod,
ppppppp,
Not a Sayan,
Twystyd88,
Scrawl Banditta,
Guimauve,
flat lovenote,
erikh
Status
Recent Statuses
2 yrs ago
Current
Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever.
4
likes
6 yrs ago
Better yet, make a new game somehow bringing Halligan and Briggs from Limbo of the Lost together
2
likes
6 yrs ago
Baldur's Gate is my absolute jam, but I'm having trouble getting on board with 3
1
like
6 yrs ago
"I'm bleeding, making me the victor."
3
likes
6 yrs ago
Well, I'm off to pet one or both of my cats!
6
likes
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Supper's Ready - Genesis
Adrian wore a palpable frown from the gymnasium to the armory.
Is she just going to keep talking like that? I'm already exhausted. He walked in silence, the same bored expression on his face the whole way.
"Yeah," he mumbled eventually, holding the door to the armory open for her, "Maybe this time will be different, who knows?"
“Rebecca, really? You and... and Adrian?!”
Zac seemed to be enjoying that as a joke a bit too much, but Adrian only nodded. His head was pounding steadily and it would not do to raise his voice right now. Honestly, he liked Zac, but this morning was just not a good one.
He took the plastic tranquilizer gun in his hand, it didn't feel right. It wasn't the familiar cold metal of a real firearm, and it didn't have those hollow point bullets in the clip that he had come to respect so much...but it was something.
Baby steps, baby steps...can't go all guns blazing right away.
He glanced at the tracking device, with it's additional "kill switch", an ominous object and one that caused him to glance sidelong at Rebecca once more, he had a feeling he'd be using this far sooner than he would like. He stashed it away in his breast pocket as he removed his jacket to put on his holster.
He sighed at the stain on his white shirt, he could have sworn it wasn't there this morning, he'd have to keep his jacket on.
He frowned even more as he took off his watch, a fine thing of silver with an engraving on the back that's meaning seemed to be a thousand years old. It had been given to him so long ago it felt like it had been a completely different person receiving it. She couldn't handle the lifestyle though, couldn't keep waiting up until all hours of the night to wonder if he was coming home or not, and above all that she had just grown plain jealous. Adrian and Clara had been close, but never intimate, but it was something she could not reconcile.
After Clara's death, she had been the other woman Adrian spent many drunken nights yearning for. Thank goodness he didn't know her number.
He looked at if for a few seconds, running his thumb over the engraving, but then put it down, given to Zac for safe-keeping.
"Come on," he said, perhaps a little more bitterly than he really intended, "We've got a job to do."
He roughly shrugged into his jacket and swiftly walked out.
Is she just going to keep talking like that? I'm already exhausted. He walked in silence, the same bored expression on his face the whole way.
"Yeah," he mumbled eventually, holding the door to the armory open for her, "Maybe this time will be different, who knows?"
“Rebecca, really? You and... and Adrian?!”
Zac seemed to be enjoying that as a joke a bit too much, but Adrian only nodded. His head was pounding steadily and it would not do to raise his voice right now. Honestly, he liked Zac, but this morning was just not a good one.
He took the plastic tranquilizer gun in his hand, it didn't feel right. It wasn't the familiar cold metal of a real firearm, and it didn't have those hollow point bullets in the clip that he had come to respect so much...but it was something.
Baby steps, baby steps...can't go all guns blazing right away.
He glanced at the tracking device, with it's additional "kill switch", an ominous object and one that caused him to glance sidelong at Rebecca once more, he had a feeling he'd be using this far sooner than he would like. He stashed it away in his breast pocket as he removed his jacket to put on his holster.
He sighed at the stain on his white shirt, he could have sworn it wasn't there this morning, he'd have to keep his jacket on.
He frowned even more as he took off his watch, a fine thing of silver with an engraving on the back that's meaning seemed to be a thousand years old. It had been given to him so long ago it felt like it had been a completely different person receiving it. She couldn't handle the lifestyle though, couldn't keep waiting up until all hours of the night to wonder if he was coming home or not, and above all that she had just grown plain jealous. Adrian and Clara had been close, but never intimate, but it was something she could not reconcile.
After Clara's death, she had been the other woman Adrian spent many drunken nights yearning for. Thank goodness he didn't know her number.
He looked at if for a few seconds, running his thumb over the engraving, but then put it down, given to Zac for safe-keeping.
"Come on," he said, perhaps a little more bitterly than he really intended, "We've got a job to do."
He roughly shrugged into his jacket and swiftly walked out.
Oh, that's disappointing. I love Iron Maiden, I love Rush...can't stand Coheed.
I...live...Agaaaaain!
"She sounds like a real barrel of fun, Melissa. How about I just go to my counseling appointments instead?" The headache pills he had taken were doing a poor job of covering up the pounding in his head, and it felt like the air conditioners weren't even on. He was almost sweating in his black suit, and he wasn't exactly itching to go and strap another holster on under his jacket.
Though maybe he would feel better with a service issue in his hand again.
"Yeah, open mind. Okay, Melissa, an open mind," opening his mind was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but he wasn't exactly overburdened with options.
Coming to the gymnasium, he couldn't see anyone inside.
Well, it's a big gym, maybe she's a small girl...though if this is some idea of a joke, I'm not laug...oh.
"Aaaaand that's great...it flies," it was all he could do to hold back the sigh, and so what if he was acting melodramatic? Most agents got a vacation after something like this, but what did Grand get? A goddamn stint on the desk, pens, papers and a screen to stare at for nine hours a day.
He had to take a step back as she came in for a landing, fearing for a brief, tense moment that she would crash and all three of them would be taken out, but at the last minute she unfolded her wings and she landed breezily before them.
Adrian could almost admit to it being a little big graceful, but he was too overwhelmed by how silly he felt. Still shook up, after all this time.
It struck him again just how young his new partner was, how the heck was he going to deal with that? Clara had been younger than him, but she was still closer to his age than this girl was.
Adrian took the folder reluctantly, and skimmed over it.
Drifter...potential abuse of mutation...power: magnetism.
Suddenly, Melissa was gone and he was left alone with the girl. He looked her up and down briefly, assessing what he'd have to work with. Athletic, carried herself well. Confident? Nah, maybe just plain cocky, no way to know she got out into the field with him.
"So, uh...Agent Kite," he began before a pause, "Take a look at this on the way, we both need to be issued our firearms."
Though maybe he would feel better with a service issue in his hand again.
"Yeah, open mind. Okay, Melissa, an open mind," opening his mind was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but he wasn't exactly overburdened with options.
Coming to the gymnasium, he couldn't see anyone inside.
Well, it's a big gym, maybe she's a small girl...though if this is some idea of a joke, I'm not laug...oh.
"Aaaaand that's great...it flies," it was all he could do to hold back the sigh, and so what if he was acting melodramatic? Most agents got a vacation after something like this, but what did Grand get? A goddamn stint on the desk, pens, papers and a screen to stare at for nine hours a day.
He had to take a step back as she came in for a landing, fearing for a brief, tense moment that she would crash and all three of them would be taken out, but at the last minute she unfolded her wings and she landed breezily before them.
Adrian could almost admit to it being a little big graceful, but he was too overwhelmed by how silly he felt. Still shook up, after all this time.
It struck him again just how young his new partner was, how the heck was he going to deal with that? Clara had been younger than him, but she was still closer to his age than this girl was.
Adrian took the folder reluctantly, and skimmed over it.
Drifter...potential abuse of mutation...power: magnetism.
Suddenly, Melissa was gone and he was left alone with the girl. He looked her up and down briefly, assessing what he'd have to work with. Athletic, carried herself well. Confident? Nah, maybe just plain cocky, no way to know she got out into the field with him.
"So, uh...Agent Kite," he began before a pause, "Take a look at this on the way, we both need to be issued our firearms."
Illumination Theory - Dream Theater
Gowi, do you mean that 3 DO have Iron Maiden/Rush influences?
Gowi, do you mean that 3 DO have Iron Maiden/Rush influences?
He had come blissfully close to not coming in that day at all, and now he was wishing that he hadn't. He'd been working desk for the past few months, and spending most nights down at a bar called The Ginger Leaf. A nice place for a quiet drink, or several depending on how bad it got by the end of the day. The only problem was, it was showing, like a great big cut bleeding all over him. He hadn't had a haircut in a while and it was growing disheveled and scruffy, and he had also taken a relaxed stance on shaving and currently stumbled on the fault line of stubble and full-on beard.
Adrian furrowed his brow at the same time his mouth dropped open, "I'm...I'm sorry...uh, what?"
Reassigned, the word repeated over and over in his head, like an echo that only got louder each time. It would have had to be the last thing he wanted to hear.
Everyone had loved Clara, she was a model mutant, the exact kind of agent the division was after, and for as long as Adrian and Clara had been partnered, so was he. They had nailed all their cases with an almost effortless consistency. Perhaps they'd just gotten cocky on the last one, maybe that was why Adrian had missed the shot. Sure, he hadn't come away from it without scars of his own, but he was still alive.
He shoved those thoughts away, if he wasn't going to go over them with the counselor why now in this room?
He looked over her file instead, "Christ, Melissa, she's just a girl. Clara was...she was field tested, she rated higher than most of the men here...she.." he trailed off. It was pointless to argue, Melissa took her orders from up high, like everyone else. Not to mention, the woman was made of iron.
Adrian heave an exasperated sigh, "It's got to be better than working desk," though he seemed to be saying it more to himself than to her.
His voice was pure resignation, "Fine...let's go meet her."
Adrian furrowed his brow at the same time his mouth dropped open, "I'm...I'm sorry...uh, what?"
Reassigned, the word repeated over and over in his head, like an echo that only got louder each time. It would have had to be the last thing he wanted to hear.
Everyone had loved Clara, she was a model mutant, the exact kind of agent the division was after, and for as long as Adrian and Clara had been partnered, so was he. They had nailed all their cases with an almost effortless consistency. Perhaps they'd just gotten cocky on the last one, maybe that was why Adrian had missed the shot. Sure, he hadn't come away from it without scars of his own, but he was still alive.
He shoved those thoughts away, if he wasn't going to go over them with the counselor why now in this room?
He looked over her file instead, "Christ, Melissa, she's just a girl. Clara was...she was field tested, she rated higher than most of the men here...she.." he trailed off. It was pointless to argue, Melissa took her orders from up high, like everyone else. Not to mention, the woman was made of iron.
Adrian heave an exasperated sigh, "It's got to be better than working desk," though he seemed to be saying it more to himself than to her.
His voice was pure resignation, "Fine...let's go meet her."
Eh, you know what? I ain't even mad. Sturmy, it's yours.
This RP sounded awesome, and I was really hoping to be a part of it, but you've got the character up there, and I admittedly didn't have much of a concept for one.
Peace out, dudes, hope the RP rocks!
This RP sounded awesome, and I was really hoping to be a part of it, but you've got the character up there, and I admittedly didn't have much of a concept for one.
Peace out, dudes, hope the RP rocks!
Sturmgewehr, I hate to tell you, but I did already put a dibs on Technopathy a day ago. :\
Name: Adrian Grand
Alias: Rake
Age: 29
Appearance:
Since the death of his partner, he hasn't been coping too well. A big part of him blames himself for their demise, while another part of him contradictorily is beginning to despise and fear mutants.
Thoughts of early retirement, or even just a change of career have begun to enter his mind, though he can only seem to muster up the courage to explore the idea after a few drinks. He lives alone, and has been skipping his mandatory counseling appointments.
Alias: Rake
Age: 29
Appearance:
Since the death of his partner, he hasn't been coping too well. A big part of him blames himself for their demise, while another part of him contradictorily is beginning to despise and fear mutants.
Thoughts of early retirement, or even just a change of career have begun to enter his mind, though he can only seem to muster up the courage to explore the idea after a few drinks. He lives alone, and has been skipping his mandatory counseling appointments.
© 2007-2026