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You never said that during our month anniversary.


I'm saving it for the five year anniversary
@Wade Wilson, @Grey, @Varionusnw. It's almost been a month. Post, dammit.


Happy monthaversary
In COLORS 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Faces of Pyramid City





Corum Nobis
ENMA University

Current Status
Dealing with minor technical issues

Important Figures
  • Kobayashi, Daigo - Dean of ENMA University. A noted asshat.


Liulanghan / LLH

Nexus Industries

Pyramid City Courier Express
Seneca Institute
  • Pride, Seneca
  • Hahn, Amara

The Tsukushi Group
The Tsurara Family

Lore Compendium





Pyramid City

Timeline

Urban Myths
  • The Box Man
  • The Oni
  • The Red Devil
  • The Synchronizer


Grey's Player Characters


Yohallo. I was told I was supposed to notice someone but I can't find them
The little metal shanty hut was in chaos.

This important fact was not at all helped by the fact that none of its three inhabitants were currently alive - at least not in the traditional sense, anyway. Nevertheless, from the outside, there was a distinct sound of rustling. Rustling bodies, rustling clothes, rustling leaves. Lots of rustling.

There was a loud curse following Conrad's sudden greeting. Indeed, it appeared that even jimmies were being rustled in this sanctum of swishing. Nevertheless, to understand this rustling, one must understand the esoteric nature of the hut's denizens.

And that brings us here: to a shitty tin hut with a potted plant, a dead stoner, a vampire with dreadlocks, and lots and lots of smoke.

Magnificent, stoic, and with all manner of colorful decorum in full bloom, the potted plant was a lone sentinel of nature in this realm of steel and iron. It was also rustling with vexing rapidity, a silent scream that could be heard by none as it vibrated in the direction of the drug-addled carcass.

(Do something jackass), it seemed to say. Or more accurately, spelled out with its vines.

The vampire was staring inaudibly at the corpse, mouth ajar. Slowly, he rubbed at his forehead, his eyes a nervous red when they read the message. "Shit, like what?" he hissed.

(IDFK), replied the plant. It didn't actually know what that meant; it was a plant not a linguist.

A quivering ache settled in Rowan's stomach--he didn't even know he could feel sick anymore. He finally glanced at the door--there was only one person who'd be knocking.

Rowan swallowed, his hands shaking. "Y-yeah, hold on--" finally came his nervous answer to Conrad. He was surprised by his own strength as he easily lifted the dead body. How long does it take a body to burn? he thought, hoping it wasn't long as he carefully placed it in the fire. He looked again to the really rapidly rustling plant and held up a finger, as if asking for a moment.

Then, suddenly, they were at the door--if you could call the scrap metal that. After a deep breath, he stepped out to meet Conrad, closing the door behind him with potted plant in hand. He cleared his throat, thankful some of the more obvious signs of worry could not plague a vampire: sweating, a racing heart beat-- but a nervous laugh could. And shaking hands. And wide eyes. "H-- Hi," he said finally, smiling from behind his muzzle. "You found the smoke."

(Salutations ones of the flesh), the plant greeted, doing a little bow with its leaves and stem, as the strange smelling smoke wafted out of the hut behind them, the silent witness to their manslaughter. (We believe we have ascertained the information you seek).

On queue, from the arboreal depths of the pot - no, not that pot - a map was withdrawn. It seemed to have been rolled tightly with one singed side and one slightly dank side opposite it. Similarly, a particularly disagreeable smell emanated from it. Fortunately the information was still legible, despite the item's unusual condition.

(If you desire a conference we advise gathering elsewhere), the vines inscribed, (Our "roommate" is currently)

The smoke from inside the hut began smelling particularly rotten and of burnt meet, like a barbecue gone bad.

(indisposed)
i don't drink anymore

not after

the incident
In COLORS 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
So I've been given the clear to do this, so:

@Bombardier, are you a bad enough dude to join once you get back from Commieland?
In COLORS 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm heading home later tonight and will see about writing a thing, but feel free to make a post. A late arrival is probably more IC for my char anyway.
Takumi Minamoto - In The End
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor


Takumi was feeling really good about himself right now, which obviously meant something was going to go wrong. Still, such a possibility, though acknowledged, was placed as far away as possible from his current train of thought. After all, it was rare that his attempts at diplomacy actually appeared to have worked; although as much as he'd hate to admit it, that was because diplomacy was rarely the first thing on his mind. At any rate, Asoka wasn't stoking the flames and had even allowed a short grace period, Hana hadn't become how she was with Itsuki, the newcomer was playing nice... If this weren't the middle of Tokyo, he'd have expected birds to be chirping and woodland creatures to be frolicking about. But this was no children's movie, and there were important points to go over before they could skip the formalities and be all buddy-buddy. "Thanks Asoka," Takumi called out gratefully before turning back to the girl.

"Right, so," Takumi began, scratching the back of his head before lowering his arms to his sides in a show of non-aggression, "I guess the first thing is-" He raised an eyebrow at the girl's strange gaze. The overwhelming sense of desperation was something he'd been on at least one end of before. "Everything alright in there?" he inquired as the girl's expression changed to something more resembling a sparring partner, flinching before the first strike. Did she think there'd be a fight erupting? "Don't worry, I'm not- Oh!"

Then she pounced at him with the celerity associated with ukaku ghouls. Though he figured he should have been surprised, he was by far more excited by the girl's sudden change in demeanor. He'd needed to blow off a little steam considering recent events; so as much as this sudden assault upset him, he'd happily accept the opportunity to go with the flow as it came For a moment there was a vicious, merry grin that flashed across his face, which was quickly replaced by a focused expression as he set his plan into action, and like flicking a switch, he turned off his brain and let his body do the work. First, a step inward to disrupt her trajectory. At the same time, he would grasp her arms in turn; her attempt to provide leverage for herself had done nothing to stop him from gripping back at her forearms. It was a strange action to say the least, but the intention behind it quickly became clear.

"Real sorry," the one-eyed ghoul quipped, tone sounding quite embarrassed with himself. Whether it was to Hana and the kids for being a terrible role-model and judge of character, or to his combat partner for what was to come next, was left up to the air. Knowing him, it was probably both. But if she'd come after him thinking his concern made him the weak-link, she was in for a surprise. "HRUH!" With zero hesitation, Takumi pulled her in and slammed his head forward with his all the force of his ghoulish strength and all the sturdiness of his bullheaded-tenacity. Though he was fairly confident that his headbutt would go through, he followed up by leveraging his larger build in an attempt to force and pin her down.
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