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20 year old skinny asian living in Australia. Nothing much to say really. Despiser of the YOLO generation. Acts more like a crochety old man.
Has two dogs. Pets them a lot and applies the same logic to humans too.
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Nice inventor games you have here. Itd be a shame if a drunken brawl suddenly rolled in.
Gravity.
Despite himself, Garran blushed a bit as Fiora's tiny hand slipped into his grasp. Nevertheless, he eclipsed hers with his own and laughed as raucously as ever. "Sure, why not lassie, thar always be room in me belly fer grog!" he shouted as he slapped his scorched abdomen. Caelum laughed once, before turning away into the recesses of the mansion. "Run along you two, I still have work to do here," he said as he flexed his old, yellowed wings, "besides, I still have to explain to the constable what happened here, and I'd rather you two not be at the scene of the crime to mess up the story." Garran threw him a little look, before shrugging and turning to Fiora. "Whassay we head 'n down t' the port 'nd see what bars are open lass?" he asked with a grand smile on his face, "ev'ry drink 's on me t'day! Lessee if ye c'n outdrink ye old cap'n!"
In the dingy bar of the "Saucy Stallion" within the merchant's district, the two humans found refuge among their kind. It was still a little gaudy for Garram's taste, but being a newcomer to this city, he didn't see anything better, and so he entered with his companion, still holding her hand. A few wolf whistles went up as the two walked through the door, as well as a few shudders as they caught sight of the massive tear in Garran's cheek, revealing the inner musclature of his mouth. Taking a seat in one of the more secluded booths, Garran was served a tankard of heavy ale without even asking, which he promptly slammed down in three gulps. As Fiora's drink finally came, and Garran's was refilled, they toasted various things together. Their health. The health of their party, Their mutual survival, and the rest was just drowned out in a flurry of empty tankards.
Halfway through his next tankard, Garran caught a glimpse of a group of men drawing nearer to their table. As they came closer however, they seemed to totally ignore him. "Hey pretty lady, how about you dump that ugly arse you've got there and come have some fun with us?" said the one one in the lead, a skinny little beanpole with too much ego for his own good. Before Fiora could speak, Garran stood up to his full height, shadowing the little twat and blocking out the sun. "Turn ar'nd 'nd leave, laddie," Garran warned with a smile and pleasant tone, "this lass be with me." Turning to him with a smug look on his face, the man scoffed. "I believe I was talking to the madame, you overgrown gorilla," he said haughtily. Laughing uproariously, Garran leaned in closer, before grabbing him by the folds of his tunic and lifting him off his feet. "Unhand me brute!" he shouted indignantly as he tried to pry Garran's massive, ham-like fists off, "do you know who I am?! My father is the great merchant-!"
"I dn't give a crap, lad," Garran said, the smell of cheap alcohol on his breath causing the man to turn away in disgust. Leaning in closer, Garran smiled even wider, emphasising the various scars on is face, especially his missing cheek. "D'ye wanna know how I got these scars lad?" he whispered menacingly as their eyes locked again. The man remained silent, suddenly cowed by his sheer size. With a sudden lurch, Garran threw his head forwards and cracked it into the rich ponce's forehead, knocking his unconscious. Throwing his limp body to the ground, he turned in time to see one of his lackeys draw a knife from his belt. "C'mon lad, that be nothin' more than a pin!" he shouted as he doubled over in laughter. Enraged, the man stepped forwards and made a stab, but the pirate grabbed his wrist and tyanked upwards. With a belly churning crunch, he tightened his grip, and the man screamed as he grasped at his arm. Dropping him back to the ground next to his unconscious master, he revealed that with a simple grinding of his hand, he had snapped the bones in his wrist and forearm. The knife, tiny in the goliath's grasp, was thrown into the ground beside him.
Turning back to Fiora, he beamed brightly, as if nothing had happened. "So, whar were we?" he asked as he took a step forward, before there was a sudden snap and a shower of splinters. Being forced over, Garran was silent for a second as one of the bar patrons slammed a chair over his head, breaking the piece of furniture. Silence occupied the entire bar. Slowly, laughter permeated the room, coming from the pirate himself. Turning to his aggressor, he grabbedhim by the face and lifted him up. "I guess yer lookin' fer trouble, matey," he said as he smiled widely, a single drop of blood making its way down his face, staining his fair, "and guess what? Ye just FOUND IT!" With those final two words, he cast the man into the wall opposite him. it was then that all hell broke loose. Cheeking, fighting and breaking furniture.
In the dingy bar of the "Saucy Stallion" within the merchant's district, the two humans found refuge among their kind. It was still a little gaudy for Garram's taste, but being a newcomer to this city, he didn't see anything better, and so he entered with his companion, still holding her hand. A few wolf whistles went up as the two walked through the door, as well as a few shudders as they caught sight of the massive tear in Garran's cheek, revealing the inner musclature of his mouth. Taking a seat in one of the more secluded booths, Garran was served a tankard of heavy ale without even asking, which he promptly slammed down in three gulps. As Fiora's drink finally came, and Garran's was refilled, they toasted various things together. Their health. The health of their party, Their mutual survival, and the rest was just drowned out in a flurry of empty tankards.
Halfway through his next tankard, Garran caught a glimpse of a group of men drawing nearer to their table. As they came closer however, they seemed to totally ignore him. "Hey pretty lady, how about you dump that ugly arse you've got there and come have some fun with us?" said the one one in the lead, a skinny little beanpole with too much ego for his own good. Before Fiora could speak, Garran stood up to his full height, shadowing the little twat and blocking out the sun. "Turn ar'nd 'nd leave, laddie," Garran warned with a smile and pleasant tone, "this lass be with me." Turning to him with a smug look on his face, the man scoffed. "I believe I was talking to the madame, you overgrown gorilla," he said haughtily. Laughing uproariously, Garran leaned in closer, before grabbing him by the folds of his tunic and lifting him off his feet. "Unhand me brute!" he shouted indignantly as he tried to pry Garran's massive, ham-like fists off, "do you know who I am?! My father is the great merchant-!"
"I dn't give a crap, lad," Garran said, the smell of cheap alcohol on his breath causing the man to turn away in disgust. Leaning in closer, Garran smiled even wider, emphasising the various scars on is face, especially his missing cheek. "D'ye wanna know how I got these scars lad?" he whispered menacingly as their eyes locked again. The man remained silent, suddenly cowed by his sheer size. With a sudden lurch, Garran threw his head forwards and cracked it into the rich ponce's forehead, knocking his unconscious. Throwing his limp body to the ground, he turned in time to see one of his lackeys draw a knife from his belt. "C'mon lad, that be nothin' more than a pin!" he shouted as he doubled over in laughter. Enraged, the man stepped forwards and made a stab, but the pirate grabbed his wrist and tyanked upwards. With a belly churning crunch, he tightened his grip, and the man screamed as he grasped at his arm. Dropping him back to the ground next to his unconscious master, he revealed that with a simple grinding of his hand, he had snapped the bones in his wrist and forearm. The knife, tiny in the goliath's grasp, was thrown into the ground beside him.
Turning back to Fiora, he beamed brightly, as if nothing had happened. "So, whar were we?" he asked as he took a step forward, before there was a sudden snap and a shower of splinters. Being forced over, Garran was silent for a second as one of the bar patrons slammed a chair over his head, breaking the piece of furniture. Silence occupied the entire bar. Slowly, laughter permeated the room, coming from the pirate himself. Turning to his aggressor, he grabbedhim by the face and lifted him up. "I guess yer lookin' fer trouble, matey," he said as he smiled widely, a single drop of blood making its way down his face, staining his fair, "and guess what? Ye just FOUND IT!" With those final two words, he cast the man into the wall opposite him. it was then that all hell broke loose. Cheeking, fighting and breaking furniture.
Alright guys, standard Blazion procedure. Reload from last save.
Well. We could always run another one. With tarot and joygirls. In fact forget the deathwatch.
At the command from Thessalia, Richard slyly nodded as he saluted, watching Thessalia stride past him towards. "Your call, Sergeant," he said as he turned back towards his own drop pod, following Feurer in and watching him interface with his own A.W.E. "See if you can keep up, Jerry," Richard said, using the racial slur as more of a playful jibe than an actual insult. Across from Wolf, the DEMON was kneeling, as if in supplication to a lord, one arm on the floor and the other across his chest. With a snap of his armoured fingers, the front of the DEMON seemed to dissolve as the nanites broke apart to reveal an empty chest cavity. Ternung around, Richard gripped one of the support struts and hauled himself in, moving his limbs to the appropriate positions. As his back contacted with the gel-lined insides of the machine, multiple spikes fired out and stabbed into the ports in the interface suit, the nanites reforming over Richard's chest. With a low gurgle, fluid pumped into the gel-lined vessels of the pilot's cavity, expanding the systems so that it fitted to Richard's body, before solidifying. Slowly at first, the DEMON rose up, Richard's head seemingly misshapen as his HUD remained informed. Flexing his arms and back, the Englishman let out a grim smile as he ensured he would be at full combat efficiency. As a melee model, maneouvrability was everything to him. +Complete preparations+ he subvocalised into his personal comms,. Hearing his command, his machine completed final checks, loading ammunition batteries into his STINGERS while feeding energy briefly into his RIPPERS. He could feel the nanites rippling accross the surface of his A.W.E as they received a surge of power, and they quickly made their way to his face, slowly covering the Englishman's visage with a bulbous nodule of pure black...until they turned on their holographic systems. With a sudden flash, Richard's face was replacd by the image of a flaming, horned skull which leered at everything and anything in his way. The holographic flames lit up the room as Richard turned around, slapping his chest with each arm to make sure everything was secured. +Perfe-perf-ct+ he said, the voice distortion system coming into play, +let's go hunt -let's go- some Saurids -hunt some-...+
Climbing into the gunmetal grey interior of the drop pod, Richard locked himself into one of the crash harnesses located along the walls, between the five petal-like doors. Pulling the straps over his A.W.E. and tightening it so that it pushed him into the wall, the Englishman looked out into the central spire that dominated the drop pod, a single pillar that . Making sure he could still reach the controls in front of him and read the console above him, Richard watched Wolf climb in and make himself comfortable as well. Reaching out, the Englishman punched a few more keys into the console, linking his pod with those of his squadmates and bringing their statuses onto his console. +Sound off+ he said into the pod comms, having turned his voice distortion off. One by one, the different pods sounded off, and Richard let out a satisfied grunt as he keyed in a few more runes over the console. +Well then, Team Rapid will be heading down first.+ he said as he reached over to one of the buttons along the side of the central spire. The drop pod was a standard design, build to deliver a fireteam of five men into battle, or, in this case, two A.W.E.s in somewhat cramped conditions. Thankfully, this meant that Richard was able to reach the majority of the controls.
Flicking the switch, there was a low drone as the conveyors hidden under the drop pod trundled them towards the launch bays. The Rapid pod was silent as they felt the tiny vibrations of their ride reaching its terminus. A countdown appeared on their HUDs as their pod was fitted into a firing barrel. 3...2...1...With a sudden lurch, the pod was fired from the barrel like a bullet from the gun, and Rapid found itself hurtling rapidly towards their deployment positions. The G-forces would have caused an ordinary man to faint already, but the shielding of the A.W.Es provided protection as they rocketed towards terra firma. The pod shook and shifted as the atmosphere gripped them in its turbulent fist, and if it weren't for the harnesses, Richard would already have been knocked unconscious. The air in the pod started to heat up as atmospheric entry burned up the outside of the pod, the metal doing what it could to conduct the heat away, but nevertheless letting some leak through. Once again, Team Rapid remained silent.
With a sudden clarity, their pod stopped shaking. They had entered past the atmosphere...but then it seemed to open up a new type of problem. With a sudden smash, their pod shook even more violently than before. Grunting in surprise, Richard opened up the external pict-capturers and got a hazy view of the ground. Some sort of projectile was being fired towards them...and in great numbers. Once again, their craft shook as something smacked into their rear. +Theres frakking AA fire!+ Richard shouted as he assessed damage, +rStarboard reverse thruster is out...and gyroscopic stabiliser is in bad condition! Taking over manual control!+ Smashing the autopilot key as if in anger, the Englishman grabbed hold of a pair of handles. The Drop pod was usually just a single straight line down from orbit, but in the event of something like this, a pilot could take the controls to exert some control over their descent, if only a slight increase to horizontal thrust. Yanking backwards as their pod started to list, the thruster fired and Richard managed to right them, but just as he did so, another round smashed into the bottom of the drop pod, shaking the crew compartment, and causing Richard to lose control for a second. Hurtling end over end, the two members of rapid had no more idea of their orientation, but nevertheless, Richard fought for control over their gyrating craft as his face turned red from effort. Managing to stabilise them, Richard looked down into the pict-caster. "SHIT!" he shouted, the word echoing through the compartment as his speaker screamed. They had cleared cloud cover, and were about to hit ground. Literally ripping his harness off with his claws, Richard took a faltering step forward as he fought for balance. With half of his thrusters gone, he would have to start the reverse early if they wanted to stay in the shape of a human. Yet at the same time, he had to fight for control over the ship. Yanking back on the two control rods to reorient themselves, the Englishman reached for the emergency reverse thrust, but he couldn't reach as the G-forces pushed him back. "COME ON!" he shouted as he stretched. Just then, there was a flash of movement, and the lever was ripped down, and out of its socket...but it did the trick. Like a banshee released from her prison, the thrusters screamed out. Now falling below the depression angle of the AA fire, the giant globs of bioacid stopped their assault and the drop pod fell to the ground like a heavenly arrow. "Brace for impact!" Richard shouted as he yanked back on the controls.
With a thundrous crash, the drop pod slammed into the earth, creating a small impact crater. With little time to spare, saurids already started to swarm around the foreign object, trying to pry it open with their talons. Without warning, the five metal doors opened like some sort of absurd metal flower, quickly followed by five sharp bangs as bolts of shrapnel fired outwards, shredding every creature within a ten meter radius. From out of the smoke stepped the form of DEMON, hunched over, but bloodthirsty. +Team Rapid down...twenty meters off course...orders?+ he asked as he breathed heavily. The Saurids, taking notice of this new enemy, chittered and swarmed towards Richard. With a feral scream of his own that would have cowed any sentient creature, Richard unsheathed his claws and prepared to meet them in the sinews of melee combat.
Climbing into the gunmetal grey interior of the drop pod, Richard locked himself into one of the crash harnesses located along the walls, between the five petal-like doors. Pulling the straps over his A.W.E. and tightening it so that it pushed him into the wall, the Englishman looked out into the central spire that dominated the drop pod, a single pillar that . Making sure he could still reach the controls in front of him and read the console above him, Richard watched Wolf climb in and make himself comfortable as well. Reaching out, the Englishman punched a few more keys into the console, linking his pod with those of his squadmates and bringing their statuses onto his console. +Sound off+ he said into the pod comms, having turned his voice distortion off. One by one, the different pods sounded off, and Richard let out a satisfied grunt as he keyed in a few more runes over the console. +Well then, Team Rapid will be heading down first.+ he said as he reached over to one of the buttons along the side of the central spire. The drop pod was a standard design, build to deliver a fireteam of five men into battle, or, in this case, two A.W.E.s in somewhat cramped conditions. Thankfully, this meant that Richard was able to reach the majority of the controls.
Flicking the switch, there was a low drone as the conveyors hidden under the drop pod trundled them towards the launch bays. The Rapid pod was silent as they felt the tiny vibrations of their ride reaching its terminus. A countdown appeared on their HUDs as their pod was fitted into a firing barrel. 3...2...1...With a sudden lurch, the pod was fired from the barrel like a bullet from the gun, and Rapid found itself hurtling rapidly towards their deployment positions. The G-forces would have caused an ordinary man to faint already, but the shielding of the A.W.Es provided protection as they rocketed towards terra firma. The pod shook and shifted as the atmosphere gripped them in its turbulent fist, and if it weren't for the harnesses, Richard would already have been knocked unconscious. The air in the pod started to heat up as atmospheric entry burned up the outside of the pod, the metal doing what it could to conduct the heat away, but nevertheless letting some leak through. Once again, Team Rapid remained silent.
With a sudden clarity, their pod stopped shaking. They had entered past the atmosphere...but then it seemed to open up a new type of problem. With a sudden smash, their pod shook even more violently than before. Grunting in surprise, Richard opened up the external pict-capturers and got a hazy view of the ground. Some sort of projectile was being fired towards them...and in great numbers. Once again, their craft shook as something smacked into their rear. +Theres frakking AA fire!+ Richard shouted as he assessed damage, +rStarboard reverse thruster is out...and gyroscopic stabiliser is in bad condition! Taking over manual control!+ Smashing the autopilot key as if in anger, the Englishman grabbed hold of a pair of handles. The Drop pod was usually just a single straight line down from orbit, but in the event of something like this, a pilot could take the controls to exert some control over their descent, if only a slight increase to horizontal thrust. Yanking backwards as their pod started to list, the thruster fired and Richard managed to right them, but just as he did so, another round smashed into the bottom of the drop pod, shaking the crew compartment, and causing Richard to lose control for a second. Hurtling end over end, the two members of rapid had no more idea of their orientation, but nevertheless, Richard fought for control over their gyrating craft as his face turned red from effort. Managing to stabilise them, Richard looked down into the pict-caster. "SHIT!" he shouted, the word echoing through the compartment as his speaker screamed. They had cleared cloud cover, and were about to hit ground. Literally ripping his harness off with his claws, Richard took a faltering step forward as he fought for balance. With half of his thrusters gone, he would have to start the reverse early if they wanted to stay in the shape of a human. Yet at the same time, he had to fight for control over the ship. Yanking back on the two control rods to reorient themselves, the Englishman reached for the emergency reverse thrust, but he couldn't reach as the G-forces pushed him back. "COME ON!" he shouted as he stretched. Just then, there was a flash of movement, and the lever was ripped down, and out of its socket...but it did the trick. Like a banshee released from her prison, the thrusters screamed out. Now falling below the depression angle of the AA fire, the giant globs of bioacid stopped their assault and the drop pod fell to the ground like a heavenly arrow. "Brace for impact!" Richard shouted as he yanked back on the controls.
With a thundrous crash, the drop pod slammed into the earth, creating a small impact crater. With little time to spare, saurids already started to swarm around the foreign object, trying to pry it open with their talons. Without warning, the five metal doors opened like some sort of absurd metal flower, quickly followed by five sharp bangs as bolts of shrapnel fired outwards, shredding every creature within a ten meter radius. From out of the smoke stepped the form of DEMON, hunched over, but bloodthirsty. +Team Rapid down...twenty meters off course...orders?+ he asked as he breathed heavily. The Saurids, taking notice of this new enemy, chittered and swarmed towards Richard. With a feral scream of his own that would have cowed any sentient creature, Richard unsheathed his claws and prepared to meet them in the sinews of melee combat.
Im here. Just waiting.
LEONA! PLZ NO!
*Flashbacks of fighting in league of legends*
*Flashbacks of fighting in league of legends*
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