Hexaflexagon

The Not Heard Around The World (Band rp)

Well people, you have a guitarist, you have a bassist, a drummer, your rhythm guitar and even a violin player. But it seems you are lacking a very fundamental part of your band, to prevent the problems of "Letting the clowns run the circus" as well as making sure you don't loose all your money and such. You will need your Brian Epstein or Andrew Loog Oldham and if you still do need such a person, I would be happy to fill that place.

In short do you guys still need a manager? XD

Oh and some random band names
We Stole These Instruments
Jetpack Illuminati

Child's Play [OOC] - French Resistance in WWII

HeySeuss said
Also, if Hexaflagon is still with us, Jude can move him and deliver him to another cell of Resistance, or make preparations for that transport at least.

I'm still here. I have my first post written up for the most part, I've just been waiting to see if anyone else was going to post.

Introspective thoughts at four in the morning

Sometimes I come to the deep thought around 4:00 in the morning as it now, that living in Reykjavik is really boring, all we have is fish and the occasional volcano erupting screwing over all the air traffic in Europe. I then think that, maybe it would be cool to live somewhere else; America has the Pando, that thing is pretty cool, or somewhere else in Europe, I don't know somewhere more interesting. Like maybe New Zealand, they have Hobbiton and Mordor and Flight of the Conchords. But then I remember our friend the Giant weta.



And I decide very simply; Fuck that shit.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

The Jedi Master rested her head against the side of the tunnel with an exasperated sigh that would even make a rancor flinch. She looked down the tunnel, away from that which she came as it gently began to slope upwards, to her back lay a labyrinthine complex of interlacing tunnels and chambers that made up the bowls of the temple. The clones had pulled away from the area she was currently in having found no traces of life, for the Jedi Master had been carefully avoiding them for the most part and quickly silencing those that had found hger. She knew the approximate location of the cargo bay and where she was supposed to head towards, but getting there was seemingly becoming harder after her separation from Erin, she had to escape deeper into the labyrinth as to not get backed into a corner. She deiced to continue down the path upward, hoping that she somehow found her way, listening with the force for echos of the Jedi somewhere else within.

This continued for some time until the Echani Master eventually found herself at her destination, The Cargo bay but not on the floor of it were the rest were engaged in combat but above them on the catwalks above were shipping crates and containers usually hung. She could hear the blaster fire before she entered the room, and the shouts and as she reached out with the force she could feel the Jedi within, and quickly she entered the battlefield. Below her she could she the luminescent flash of blaster bolts and the radiant hue of lightsabers flashing as the weaved delicate arcs through the open air before cleaning slicing through white and blue armor. But she was not alone on the catwalk, a team of clone sharpshooters raining precise blaster fire from above onto the attacking group below. The Jedi Master charged at them, her lightsaber flashing to life and deflecting the bolts fired by one of the auto turrets set up to defend them, she reached the device its self moments later and tore through it, cutting it in half. The clones turned but they had little time to switch to their sidearms and their large DC-15x sniper rifles were lackluster at best at close range, as she wove a delicate dance moving from a disarming slash, moving into a Sarlacc sweep as naturally as one could honing through years of experience, before leaping at the next target further away switching from Shii-Cho to Ataru as she came down upon the marksmen with a heavy blow severing him diagonally as the last clone backpedaled in retreat she reached her hand out and reached out with the force and a concussive force hit the clone in the chest sending him flying off the catwalk and to the ground with a yell.

Her victory was short lived though as a explosive of some kind was deflected and shot upwards smashing into the catwalk, the whole structured groaned as it buckled, Master Sorni had little time to brace herself as the walkway fell out from underneath her. She manged to steer herself in her descent so that she manged to hit one of the parked LAAT's roof in between the two large anti-vehicle missile launchers. She let out a grunt of pain as she felt something in her sides crack and break upon impact. But she had little time to worry about that, as she dismounted the roof of the transport and entered it through the side bay door. Inside she was met by the pilot, no doubt scrambling back to his craft, to open fire upon her fellow Jedi with the ships forward mounted anti-personal cannons. His DC-15S blaster clutched in his hands, the Jedi Masters lightsaber in hers, their was no movement and then moments later the two of them struck out against one another.

The Pilots head still encased in its helmet came straight off as the Jedi Masters lightsaber connected with his neck. But she too felt a pang of sharp pain and looked down to find her left side now had been hit just around her stomach area. The Jedi Master fell to one knee as she reflexively grabbed at the wound in pain. She pulled herself to her feet barely and staggered into the cockpit off the LAAT, falling down four times but managing to pull her self up three of those times before finally using her arms to crawl up and into the pilots seat on the forth . She sat down in the pilots chair, the pain clouding her vision as it blinked and faded in and out, crackling and popping in and out of focus. She saw in front of her more clones were coming down the tunnel to help their brethren against the Jedi threat. The Jedi had the upper hand at the moment but they might not be able to handle more reinforcements, so Master Sorni grabbed onto the pilots controls, she had flown a Jedi interceptor, but the controls were different of course and so she was moving by more or less blind luck, as she began to press switches and hope for the best. First a warning screen flashed into her view and then the craft made a sound akin to a dying Bantha, but on the third try as she pressed down on a button, the two front guns on the LAAT opened up and they rung across the cargo bay slamming into the entrance doors, killing the clones as they charged in and destroying the entrance in the process. She began to get a better grasp of the controls at this point as she learned how to orientate the guns, as she began to open fire on the clones squads trying her best to avoid any Jedi or Temple Guard in the process, as she was running on pure adrenaline and will power by that point as she tried her best not to pass out.

Child's Play [OOC] - French Resistance in WWII

Jannah said
I'd say my character is both paranoid of being discovered and having the Nazis and their collaborators discover her Jewish heritage. To go with what I said in her bio, I doubt in the beginning she'd be partaking in very many of the highest risk missions anyway though.

Yeah that could end... very badly to say the least.

HeySeuss said
Hex, Jannah, Vanq, Noxious, since you're the ones left, we're going to organize the RP around your characters' activities. The RP will start essentially with the need to stash and feed a downed allied airman. Feel free to add some input on how to achieve this, given our characters and their resources.

Sounds good. I will commence to try and work some things out on the figurative drawing board.

wtf ocean for a new forum

The Bubble Eye, the goldfish's slightly strange hillbilly cousin.

Up Comes the Sun

Sors "Is having fun being a sassy old men" Kelden - Hunter

Sors looked at the grinning man in front of him, some might of made the comparison to that he looked like the personification of death himself. He was younger then Sors but still leaning on the older side of those gathered by the king. Looking into the man's eyes he saw death and the cold bitterness that he knew far too well, the man was no stranger to violence or the horrors that the world held within its self. When Sors was a younger man he would of probably struck out against him, arrogant and hotheaded that he was. But in his ageing state he knew that any violence would be utterly pointless, fools don't learn lessons through getting smacked around after all it only proves to them that their course of action is more exciting. Instead Sors just gave a grin back to the man, as he walked over to him and put his goblet down on the table.

"Believe me my good man! I would in a heartbeat and get away from all this unnecessary slaughter. But the fact of the matter is my grandchildren are far away from here and a journey to go be with them would take a long and arduous journey. This is of course in accordance to the fact that they do not exist, much like my children and my wife. For when you spend your youth charging down the countryside, chasing monsters hiding in the shadows and trying to anger men that could kill you quicker then most men could draw their blade... well you never really have much time to settle down and start a family."

Sors told the man with a knowing smile on his face and with the tone of that of a grandfather chastising a young grandson. He picked up the goblet once more and took another drag of it, personally to him the drink was too sweet, he preferred his alcohol like he preferred his women; cold and bitter. After he was done, he turned to address the man again, a smile still on his face his pleasant demeanor never breaking for a moment.

"But of course, as you stated previously I'm not as young and agile as I once was. You never know, on our grand adventure my fragile old bones my break and wear due to the cold, and if that happens. Well I suppose the strapping young lads that have seemed to congregate here could easily carry me, up harsh mountainous trails and through poisonous life consuming bogs. Maybe you could ask the Shade if one of his abominations could act as mount for us to carry me? I've seen them destroy whole villages, I think carrying a little ageing old man on its back would be no problem at all... Oh right most of them are dead already because of old men like me. Well I guess we just have to hope that your back doesn't give out carrying me then." Sors told the men, before giving a polite nod and sauntering away from him, his large oaken staff padding against the floors as he went, with the dignified movement of a grand duke at a ball his long cloak seemingly floating along the floor with him, as he maneuvered his way through the group of people and back to his corner by the fireplace.

Child's Play [OOC] - French Resistance in WWII

Well, we could do it rather easily with the implication that Saint Attila used long ago... The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. But they are rare and the Book of Armaments rarer still....

But really, if we needed to hide him somewhere it needs to be somewhere inconspicuous that the Germans wouldn't think of looking. A church maybe, or something along those lines. And on the lines of how information is passed, well Jude conceivably lives the farthest outside of Épernay, with him being a cow farmer and all so he would probably be the first to get information, from let us say messengers going from town to town, and he would pass it along maybe going to the Petiot's cafe and pass it along. Because well he is french it would be weird for him to not got to a cafe. But that is just one little segment of communication their will be a lot. Delphine probably hears things from the officers that go the cafe, Guillaume would have his connections within the French Scouts and so on and so forth.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

mattmanganon said
I don't mean Star Wars specifically, i mean, my characters in general, if they are around long enough, they either get beaten to within an inch of their lives, or they vomit everywhere... Call it a Right-of-Passage...

You may call it torture. But look at it this way, another man may say it builds character! What doesn't kill you, just mentally scars you down the road! I think I have that saying wrong...

Mass Effect: Let the Galaxy Burn

It is okay Silver, we still love you.... Even if you are a soulless synthetic construct. XD