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Medeval Kingdom -ReBoot-

"My home." Darren said to Clarity. The other man took down his hood which revealed his face, an old man with a long, wispy grey beard. "Darren where have you been!? Guards stormed the bar looking for a thief." The man said with disapproval, "and who are these two?" He asked, looking at the two women. "These are my friends, Nathaniel, I agreed to help them. The man looked them up and down, and with a sigh he finally gave a verdict. "They stay in your quarters." He said. "Thank you Nathaniel." Darren said, and lead Duvessa and Clarity to his room. It was big enough, with a bed and a hammock, which Darren and to unfurl first, accompanied by candlelight and a bookcase. "We can stay here for now." Darren said, then he turned to Clarity and crouched down. "The bed is all yours." He offered, then he looked up to Duvessa. "You can have the hammock."

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Nigel responded to the mans challenge by putting his hands close to his face, but he did so in a more relaxed way. Nigel never backed down from a challenge, especially from a commoner. He also took careful precautions with the women next to him who was also ready to defend herself. Hopefully, he wouldn't die to a simple piece of cutlery.

Nigel decided to take the lead by attacking the man with an agile, unpredictable jab aimed at the man's nose. As a wise hunter once said,'He who hesitate, is Lunch' Nigel thought, trying to justify his cheap shot.

Malcolm was taken aback and leant backwards, ignoring Nora's words, while at the same time bringing his arms into a block. By dragging out the time it took his opponent to make contact, it gave Malcolm the opportunity to block the punch. Malcolm took a couple of steps back from the recoil (damn, he punched fast.) However Malcolm had managed to make some distance and create more opportunities. Malcolm decided to wait for the right time. The perfect moment. He planned to take this punk out in one punch.

Nora sighed and slipped the spork back into her pocket. Apparently neither of the boys wanted to listen to reason. This, however, presented no actual problem for the blonde; she just turned on her heel and sat down in the next chair over from the confrontation, so Malcolm was facing her but the other guy had his back to her. She then furtively swiped the notebook that had started all the fuss and began nonchalantly flipping through the pages.

Nigel quickly retracted his jab and stepped towards his opponent, giving him no time to think (Not that it would help the Neanderthal). He quickly attempted to swing around the opponent's block with a left punch which had equal speed to his initial jab. Hopefully he wouldn't be lucky enough to block or dodge that.

Hmph, all attack. Time to bust this guy up. A simple hook from Nigel allowed Malcolm to duck. His opponent's gut was completely open, so Malcolm capitalised on the opportunity. Malcolm attacked with a right hook, doubling Nigel over, which Malcolm responded by snapping his right quickly back in place and used a left cross to the head, placing Nigel on the floor. Not quite the one punch knock-out he hoped for but it'll do. That's when cold clamps trapped both of his wrists and Nigel's. "DESIST! DESIST!" Metallic voices repeated as two service bots wrestled for control over the two zoners. They were both escorted back to their rooms. The doors unmovable for the night as it was time for rest. At least that's all they could do anymore.

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"Great!" Malcolm replied to Jared, who seemed just as keen. "Just, uhhh, let me know when you want to get started!" Malcolm said. With that, Jared and himself parted ways. Malcolm quickly realised he'd have to eat something, especially after his... removal of what was left in his stomach anyway. Malcolm got to the elevator and made his way to the cafeteria. The food looked all right, not slop or anything but neither was it a kings feast. Oh well... Malcolm happily grabbed a bowlful of chilli and set his sights on a table. Then the word Ram hit his ears like a dump truck. He turned to whoever mentioned and swiftly made his way over. "Hi..." Malcolm said, greeting the two (@Stairdweller&@Jabking). "I overheard something about a Ram Aggressor? I'm Malcolm, the guy with the gloves. Were you two there as well?" He asked. Malcolm quickly gazed at the guy's notebook and peered over. "Cool." He mentioned, but as he leant over, a bit of chilli slipped out of his bowl, splattering the table. Some of the tomato juice went over the notebook page, nothing major but a real distraction on the page. This was not good... "Shit!" Malcolm exclaimed. "I'm so sorry man, I'll uhhh, get some tissue?" He asked apologetically.

X-Men: Dark Descent RP

I think I've lost interest, sorry I didn't say, it kinda crept down my list and I eventually forgot about the rp. Sorry.

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After Malcolm accepted the generous water from Eli and mopped up the mess he made, Malcolm saw another Zoner named Jared ejected from the nexus, what followed was Jared promptly storming his way to Eli and argument ensued. Malcolm listened in, well, eavesdropped, and heard that Jared was looking for fight training. Hopefully, if Jared would accept, Malcolm would teach Jared the basics of what he knew. Malcolm followed Jared as he walked away from Eli before piping up to grab his attention. "Hey!" He said. "Jared, right?" Malcolm asked. "I heard you wanted some help? In fighting and stuff?" He said, not too loud so anyone else would hear them. "I know a bit, I'll teach you if you want?" Malcolm offered.

Medeval Kingdom -ReBoot-

"Then you two have little to worry about." Darren replied cheerily. They made it to a pub called the "Horse and Stick." With a knight riding a horse with a joust on the wooden sign. "This is it." Darren said to the other two. "Now it may be a bit... boisterous... when we get in there so uhhh, stick close okay?" He advised the two girls before he swung the door open. In front of them was a bustling inn with raucous laughter and drinking, probably not the best place to bring the girls but to him this was truly home. He shifted and weaved his way between the crowd, looking back to check if they stayed close. Darren made it to the counter and the burly barman attended straight away. "What can I get ya lad?" The moustached man asked. "Give me a special." He said, showing a pendant that was stuffed down his shirt the entire time. The man nodded and showed their way to a trap door in the floor. Darren awaited the others before leading them down to the cellar, where a tall, hooded man awaited.

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Malcolm awoke back in the facility in a violent shock, almost collapsing out of the chair he was hooked up too, he knelt on the floor with on knee and keeled over, his head spinning and throbbing with pain as nausea overcame his body. "Hey!" He heard Eli call. "You three alright." Malcolm shook his head frantically just before he began to puke over the floor. After two minutes of violent hurling, he turned at onlookers and mouthed "sorry", wiping his mouth with his arm and swallowing. "I'll clean that up." He commented, rather monotone. Damn, the ram was so powerful. Wait... this is his first hurdle, this is how he was going to start becoming a better fighter. He clenched his fists in determination as he stared at the floor, lost in his own thoughts. It was cut short when an assistant came over with a bucket and mop. "Thanks." Malcolm said before he began cleaning the mess he made.

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Malcolm looked at the two before him then gestured to himself. "Malcolm," He said, introducing himself. "and Ursula." He then said, introducing the geomancer on her behalf. Then Eli's message came through into his mind, actually it was an earpiece that Malcolm hadn't noticed till now. “That guy you ran into when you first entered Zone 1 – the Aggressor with the helmet who screamed and ran off? The surveillance team have seen him before. We call him “the Ram”. He’s a tricky fucker, and one we’re interested in finding more info on. Never shows up on the grid, never eats Denizens – kills them sometimes, yeah, but he just leaves the bodies lying around. A team of three or so should be enough to find him while the rest handle the situation up north. From what I saw when you all walked in, he was heading southeast. See if you can follow his trail – blast marks on the rooftops. Be careful with him, he doesn't fuck around.” Malcolm listened intently then put his finger on the earpiece. "Sounds fun Eli, I'll rendezvous to the tunnel and meet up with anyone else who will go there too." Malcolm replied. Malcolm then set off to the tunnel he first emerged from. He then turned to the others. "You guys want to come with me or...?" He asked quizzically.

Medeval Kingdom -ReBoot-

"Ah right, probably sensible. My name is Darren. Come, we can talk and walk." Darren said as he turned and walked down the street. He peered left and right for guards until he deemed it safe to walk down. He signalled the two to come to him as he set of down the street, keeping close by. "We can stay at my Order's location. Don't worry, it's not dingy or scary." Darren joked.