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11 mos ago
Current Still waiting for Godot...
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6 yrs ago
Waiting for Godot...
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7 yrs ago
A priest and a rabbi walk into a bar. The bartender looks between the two and it finally sets in how his life is a joke.
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7 yrs ago
I honestly don't care what people think of me as long as a mutual respect can be reached to the extent of having fun with RP. :3
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7 yrs ago
Happy newyears! God save the Queen.
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Bio

Nothing to see, here.

I mostly find interest in...
- Fantasy/medieval
- SciFi/Futuristic
- (post)Apocalypse scenarios (rarely)
- Most combinations of anything on this list

Not a fan of...
- Free rp
- Most Anime Fandoms/historical/arena/slice-of-life/school

Curious regarding...
- Steampunk/nation

Dead RPs I was in
Children of Plunder
Iron Rose Adventurers
Welcome to Wonderland
The Marauders
The Hole: 1940's magic/noir/anthro
The Far Away Land
Tales From The Hole
The Endless Halls dark fantasy
Some non-fantasy space thread?
Witch Hunter - Aldergard
Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)
The Bloody Embrace: An institution for young killers
Swords And Sorcery: The 5th Province
Forest of Secrets
Demons & Dragons - Act 2
Defenders of Lesavvo's Tomb
And those are the ones I bothered to keep track of.




Most Recent Posts

Three salamanders in faded trench coats loitered on a sidewalk; while two of them chose to stand, one with their arms crossed, the third indulged in the day's paper while lounging on a bench. 'Crossed-arms' turned his eyes skyward after a silent minute, noting the gentle yet ever-present clouds of the lightly overcast day. "Say anything about the weather?" he asked, immediately getting a response from the one on the bench who looked up before quickly looking up and down the sidewalk. "Cloudy..." he replied.
Standing and leaning against the wall of the apartment the trio waited outside, the third took a drag from their cigarette and sighed. "Hope it rains...I got the niece for the weekend" they mused with the faintest of smiles and shake of their head, betraying the claw scars down the left side of their face. Crossed-arms couldn't help but feed into the most conversation the three have had in the last two hours, "Ah, she's the 'stomping in puddles' type?" which earned a chuckle from ol scarface.

A long shadow turned the corner, the emblem of a converse stepping into frame. After a pause, the figure took deliberate steps forward with an obvious limp.

"Heheh, yeh. Its a mess, but that smile is worth more than the laundry, ya know?" scarface went on with a lifted brow. Cross-arms went back to looking at the sky, "Nawh. I dunno about kids. Cute as all hell, but I'm not sure I'd be much of a father."
"Well, me either. Kinda why I just babysit for the sis-" scarface began in an attempt at empathy before the salamander on the bench noisily turned a page before asking, "And why aren't you back at your place, babysitting?" with layers of bitter skepticism that implied that he was reminding scarface of his reason rather than actually asking a question.
Regardless, it stole the salamander's smile as the glimmer of whimsical thoughts left his eye. "Because uncle Kirk is at work..." he sighed, looking at the cig and the small scattering of butts around him.

"Vaitink for zeh bus?" Luciel asked, sitting down on the bench and leaning forward to fold his fingers. His own coat was tattered and even burnt in some places with the buttons pried off. A tank-top that was mostly tucked into slim jeans was shrouded by the neatly re-wrapped black/green/red plaid scarf. This did nothing to hide the clinking of black metal that chimed as he folded his hands, or how the jacket was irreparably damaged and showed off bits of his arm plating.

The trio fell silent, Luciel watching as the half-burnt cig fell from scarface's lips. "Ahh...just missed eit? Tch~" he sighed, leaning back and sliding his hands up the sleeves of his other arms. "Just my luck...ehm...scarface? Mind if I bum one of those?" the jack asked, making eye contact with scarface as he reached into his pocket for the revolver.
A bit flustered from the turn of events as the one they were on the lookout for had just walked up to them, scar tactlessly hissed, "And why would I give you anything but a quick death?"
The salamander with his newspaper up slowly took a hand off the black-and-whites to fish for the handle of the Thompson he had on his lap.

"Because, uncle Kirk, I vahz goink to burn out paperboy, here's, eye out zehn use him as a shield vehn stargazer got his head out of zeh clouds ehn finally drew his...I don't smoke" Luciel bluntly explained in his bastardized accent which was somewhere between French and German. The cryptically half-explained plan left the rest in a bit of shock since none of the encounter was going as planned, and the freelance hands of The Swamp had heard enough stories of their target to be shaken by the threat.
That was until Luciel decided to wrap it all up; "Zough I may just play eit by ear~" he chirped with a wink and a flick of an ear.

Having had enough of his cheekyness, 'paperboy' leveled his weapon on a knee and squeezed the trigger. A snap followed by a few metallic chimes highly uncharacteristic of the weapon made his eyes widen as he noticed the ghostly black mass writhing in the barrel of the thompson which soon exploded. Before 'paperboy' could even react to the agony of having his hand and knee shredded by the wild munitions, 'stargazer/cross-arms' drew his gun only for it to be kicked out of his hand.
Surprised, he looked from his hand to the gun and then to Luci who laid in mid-air with one elbow on the bench. His other hand on his hip and two ghostly ink-black hands holding him up, the leg crossed over the one that disarmed 'stargazer' lifted to kick him squah in the chops before being brought down in an axe-kick to the top of his head and flattening the salamander to the pavement in what was likely concussion-inducing.
The hands eased Luciel down as he turned to look at Kirk, his gun raised high as his hands shook from a fourth clawed appendage trying the same trick on his revolver as with the thompson.
On that note, 'Paperboy' was promptly sick all over the sidewalk as he rolled off the bench and blacked out from pain.

Luciel looked from him to Kirk and simply held his hands out, the appendage disappearing. "Vell...?" he asked with expectation, though Kirk seemed to have frozen. Disappointedly, Luciel limped over to him with a growl, causing the man to back up into the wall as he realized he had signed up for more than he bargained for. Small as the jack was, he bucked, hooking the revolver from Kirk's hand with his antler and wrenching it from his hand with a small slice to his fingers from the sharpened tips.
"You are a stupid, stupid...STUPID MAN!" Luciel roared, giving Kirk a few punishing slaps across the face before balling his fists and taking a threatening stance. "How dare you get in my way!? Take care of your fucking niece, you pathetic newt!" he spat in what could be considered a racial slur before giving the man a jab to the gut.
While the impact would be about as much as could be expected from someone Luci's size, it was still enough to ice the cake as he slumped against the wall and trembled, holding his hands up to defend himself...while disgracefully wetting his trousers.

Luciel frowned and pulled out his wallet to throw the man two fives before turning to approach the doors to the apartment. "Hail a taxi ehn drag your jackass friends to zeh hospital..." he sighed, feeling bad for the man for not even having the guts to fight back no matter how bad it would have ended, though he had something to live for.

"...Get your niece someszink nice...ehn forget my face."

As he stepped through the doors, Luciel looked around before gritting his teeth and wiping a bit of blood from his nose. He didn't have the mana to make such an example of the lookouts, especially after having essentially come back from the dead once, today.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Luciel cursed himself for having a room on the eighth story, the stairs were less than inviting due to how he'd pieced himself back together after the crash. To be 'efficient' he had not considered that he would have to walk back home and sacrificed most of his left leg's healing to keep from bleeding out while pulling shrapnel from his chest. Taking the elevator would be too obvious, but Luci was one to have a sense of humor in a cynical sense.
Striking a knuckle against the button for '8F', he patted his legs and made small fart sounds with his mouth to drown out the elevator music. Casually, his attention turned to the wall where hung various notices and posters for events going on in the town. Sports, music events, plays at theaters...not so much the idea of attending as simply finding interest in the artistic renditions of athletes caught in climactic moments, faces of famous people he had no way of even beginning to imagine the name of.

Despondence could find someone so disconnected, but the jack was comfortable with his mild enthuse which he found in the frozen frames, like windows peering into bite-sized pieces of life's significance. Lifting a hand to touch one of the posters, he hadn't noticed how the elevator slowed as it reached floor 7.

A voice screamed over the 'ding' of the elevator as the doors finished opening. Luciel looking up from his fixation just in time for a symphony of pistols to cry out with the percussion of thumps and screeching of steel. Sparks and splatters of ink scattered the wall of the elevator behind him as Luciel held eye contact with the woman.



"How could you!?" she wailed, stepping into the elevator and pulling the emergency stop while one of her two bodyguards held the door. "How could you kill my father!?" she barked as Luci gasped for air, hands over the wounds in his chest which oozed a black goo with the consistency of blood. "H-He...vahz...sellink...-" Luci managed before his head jerked back with a third crack of gunpowder scattered ink behind where drooped ears and snow-white hair pressed against metal.
The body that was once Luciel slumped to the side, smearing ink across the wall before coming to a rest in the corner.

The three would presume him dead, and even as one of the guards threw the emergency switch back down and hit 3F to send the mess back down, but out of sight...the body's teeth grit and the remaining eye narrowed, fixed on the fox before the doors closed.
The nameless fox found comfort in the embrace of one of her bodyguards as the still smoking revolver clattered to the floor.



The elevator came to a rest at floor 3, the doors opening to reveal the gore to the nobody who was otherwise asleep or invested in their business while undisturbed by the silent hum of machinery.
After the chime, a moment passed where the lights in and outside the elevator flickered moments before the door closed, returning to standby.
Black ink, a corporeal manifestation of his will and mana crept across the steel housing of the elevator, seeping back into its home within Luciel who shuddered.

A pop of their fucked knee resetting and the fibula fusing itself to the half-shattered stump, the leg lifted and arched for the toes of their classy converse to rest on the floor. Ink from the wall behind him and arms that reached from his shadow to hoist him up lifted the body of Luciel to stand before demanifesting into mist.
"Cathissssss" Luciel hissed in remark to Derrick's last name, forked tongue flicking as he stood in the darkness of the idle elevator. For a moment, he was simply stunned, gaining a hold on reality as the new swell of mana honed his senses.

For a long moment, he lingered in the darkness, numbly waiting before pressing '8F' once more to send him back up to the prying eyes that had aimed guns at his dead body. He'd hoped that they would have cleared out, but it was only half-truths as the elevator door opened to the muffled sound of crashing glass and furniture being tossed over.

With a jittering shudder, a pool of darkness boiled in the mangled eye socket that was once home to a slug before the twin eye surfaced, blinking away ink while his pupils sharpened to a razor's edge.
Planting a foot into the hallway, Luciel twisted himself in a fluid manner which caused his bones to noisily pop the beginnings of rigor mortis from his joints and lifting a leg high. The cold and stone-faced expression of discontent lifted as he tilted his head back enough for it to come off commically enthused by the idea of people rooting around in his and Theais' apartment.
"T-Trespasser~?" he cooed, grinning as he pressed his hands to his face only to allow the glint of slit pupils and a sinisterly toothy grin. He lifted a foot, turning and pirouetting on the tip of a converse before falling into an expressionless march down the hall only the few doors to find his own already kicked in.

"Well, the mattress is just stuffing. Fuck...I mean, you don't get such a big name without something to show for it!" one of the two crows squawked, mangling Luci's bed with a knife while their folded wings fluttered. The second was in the middle of digging through Luciel's dresser, throwing all manner of négligé on the floor even as the man of the hour walked in. "Did you check that recliner? Theres enough cuts in it...that..." the raven at the dresser croaked, looking over in time to see Luciel stomp into the room.

There were no games to be played, Luciel falling to a knee and seemingly contorting himself where the back of his left leg nearly touched the top of his head with both arms splayed out. The raven froze with their hand inches from their holstered pistol as a 4-jointed arm reached from around the dresser to grip their wrist and then violently yank as Luci planted the toe of his contorted leg back to the floor. A sickening snap became the overture to the raven's arm being broken backwards and his body being forcefully dragged behind the dresser. The force pulled the gurgling figure and the inanimate object half way across the room before catching on the wall where a sickening series of crunches heralded the once anatomically correct figure being reduced to...well...less than. The mangled and disfigured mass was then flattened by the dresser falling onto it.

The crow, meanwhile, dealt with the sharp glare of Luci in his focused stance, arms coiling above him.
In response, four arms snatched the avian and slammed him against the ceiling before yanking them back to the floor, dragging them across the length of the room and through the legs of a table before pinning them to the ground.

The sputtered, coughed and groaned, hyperventilating as the ghost of their target swept over them like a shadow, straddling their chest while the four arms pinned them down. "D-doing...doing my job! I was just doi-" they frantically mustered their voice to almost screamed before inky sludge was rammed down their open mouth and throat.

"Shhh...." Luci hissed, leaning in as the avian struggled, choked and tears ran down his cheeks. Leaning in, the jack softly whispered...

"Ve eat our mistakes..."

A sickening pop rose from Luciel's skull as his jaw dropped an inch and a half, mouth opening hideously wide before taking a large chomp out of the bird's pectoral flesh, taking a moment to turn his head and spit feathers and flesh while the goon gurgled muffled screams of agony...before the jack went in again...and again...
Blood and bubbles belching from the mangled flesh, cracked ribs and lungs while Luciel savagely tore into their chest with accentuated K9s and front teeth like a feral hound. He would pause only to rear back and gnash the raw and bloody other white meat.

Partaking~
I felt nothing as I gambled whether the bird's senses would grant him unconsciousness, he would bleed out or I would strike something vital. With a free hand, I tore at clothes and feathers for the other side, chicken breast being a classic favourite~
Sadly, it didn't take long before their twitching stopped.

Dead meat was just...fowl~


Luciel lifted himself with a content sigh, wistful eyes blinking and settling. A squall at seas meeting the silencing light of dawn, the hollowness of his slit eyes returned a renewed glint as the jack's pupil's dilated. Sniffing harshly and spitting a glob of mucus and blood onto the maimed crow's corpse, Luciel stretched and took in the dump of an apartment which he fondly considered home...though his fondness nixed the torn apart walls and scattering of his everything across the floor.
A compromised mess was best looked at compromised than considered what it once had been. A lesson learned while he was living on the streets before Theais picked him up.

Thankfully, his dufflebags were still there and he had more than enough space to carry his crap out.
Where was a different issue, but it wasn't worth thinking about until he was done packing. The ungrateful lady whose life he saved was prey for another day, and the jack needed to flee, first and foremost. As his thoughts raced, he piled clothes he favored most as well as various...amenities. Thinking ahead, his body worked like a machine to make efficient of the time he had, though he was likely considered dead at this point. The task burned in his head, echoes of reminders in his own voice and that of his faceless lord were discontent with the state he left the avian that even now filled Luciel's otherwise empty stomach.
It wasn't nearly enough, though...he needed... her.

Darkly in thought, Luci threw his coat and blood-soaked clothes aside, leaving him in his choice undergarments and the armor which was a bit worse for wear. A long dent across the back of the chestplate and pauldrons from when he took out the newspaper stand after being thrown from the car, gouges and scratches along the left arm, various scuffs along the shin plates and a new set of 2 magnum slugs fused to the metal in their mushroomed state. The material of the bullets had already faded back as the iron, itself and it robbed the unpolished armor of its otherwise featureless design. The ruined simplicity made Luciel frown as he tried to pick one of the bullets off before quickly giving up.

With a huff and a pout, he planted his hands on his hips and shook his head, grumbling as he strode over to Theais's dresser, figuring he may as well help her pack. A ringing rose up in his ears as he opened the top drawer and was blinded by colors and his own stupidity. A chorus of "Luci~!" affectionately rose up even as he slammed the drawer shut and stumbled back, lightheaded from the blush that washed across his face. Toppling over the chunks of his favorite chair, he stared in shock, breathing heavily.

In the connected kitchen, the coffee machine hung from a cabinet door by its cord, getting in a good few snickers at his expense before being cleaved in half by an axe that stuck into the wall behind it. Luci laid back rubbing his face and softly growling as he stared at the ceiling, wishing Theais had gotten the call and came with him. It would have made things far simpler, but there was no time for that, now. He pulled himself back to his feet, pacing and cursing under his breath as he eyed the dresser which cast a long shadow across the room...a bit of lace poking out of the drawer from how the contents were jostled when he slammed it.
"Just cloth...iz just cloth..." he quietly reassured himself, shaking his arms and giving a few hops to shake out the jibblies and psych himself up for trying again, now that he knew what foe he was up against.
Hello?
:x
Hello! :D
Are the characters all dream-scape skin-masks based on a dream?

How 'multiverse' is this? Since I assume it has to be soft and constrained by how the thread isn't blown to bits with interest.
:x

Its not great, but its content.
>_<;
The response was a bit different than what Kaite had expected. From how 'Ifriti' behaved and appeared, Kaite had convinced himself that trying his best at being playful would lighten the mood. Unfortunately, she seemed more intent on confrontation...at least to Kaite.
"Pardon, miss Ifriti. I vill note your preference" Kaite snarkily replied with his usual air of professionalism. His hand twitched and the HUD updated to replace her prisoner number with 'Miss Ifriti' so he wouldn't forget to make a point of it. "To elucidate, I vahz not found guilty ouf a crime...ehn you are likely much older zehn myself" he pointed out as they walked, his answers poised to cause only more questions which he wasn't in the mood to answer. Rather, the idea of tempering Jin's behavior with a layer of confusion seemed like a good way to start things off.
Her mention of serial numbers made his neck itch, curious if they tattooed numbers on criminals. The thought hadn't occurred until she brought it up, but it was comforting on a small level to know that he wasn't the only one who couldn't escape a number.
"I can see to eit zeht a room vill be found for you...short notice notwithstanding" Kaite made to assure, having no reason to slight such a simple request.

Thankfully, the other mechanic was on the scene to engage Jin. A small sigh of relief broke Kaite's statuesque composure, joyed that there was someone on the ship who was up for dealing with the other mechanic. Doubly beneficial was how they both had similar positions. Before he could even think his next though, it came to him as his thoughts drifted somewhere between wondering about the committee addition, Doctor Achieng and a thought about the briefing as Raymond mentioned it.

Finally, after the noise died down, Kaite distantly wondered how much of the new recruits he would actually end up seeing. They all had their jobs, so...why would he see them?
Others were always reclusive and needed to be checked on in case of suicides. The roster didn't seem like the kind of setup to be worried about.

Entering the room, Kaite picked a seat by one of the ends of the table. Tactfully crossing one leg over the other, his foot bobbed in the air while his gloved fingers twitched, probably reading something.
I'll try to have something up, tonight.

@Mistress Dizzy
And congrats!
:D
Are we waiting on me?
<o<
I don't think Agent is going to be posting for a while. Life stuff.
@Thinslayer

I'm not sorry.
But I still luv ya'll~

~3o <3
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