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12 days ago
Current okay, watched the first episode of goblin slayer, not nearly as bad as what it was made out to be. Still a bit depressing but hey, saved 2 of 4 rookies, coulda been worse.
12 days ago
So i figured out, as much as id love the equivalent of an anime doom guy slaying goblins, i dont like seeing the lovely anime chicas catch a case of the mutilation.
3 mos ago
I don't know when I started checking my RPs more than gaming..... I just know it kinda happened one day....
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5 mos ago
I just got Skyrim on the switch, i took a slight downgrade and lack of mods for portability, but I'm loving it.
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6 mos ago
4 papers due in 4 days? Screw that, we got RPs to post in!


Why hello, you little stalker. As you can see above I have recorded your visit for potential future stalking purposes. In that list you may find some other recent stalking victims. You may wonder, "Oh no! I've been caught! Whatever shall I do! What will become of me!" Well... I can assure you in really...nothing. Except the fact that you may have wasted a precious few moments of your life with this bio. In this, I can say for every person that reads this, I have stolen that moment in your life that you could have been doing something else. Anything really.....Are you still here? Shouldn't you...I don't know, be posting in one of your RPs? I'm sure somebody is waiting for your response, it might even be me. You are procrastinating aren't you? I know I am. At the very moment I typed this I was supposed to be writing papers for class. See? Now I've been wasting time on both our accounts. Look what you made me do.




Ok, that is enough stalking...


There really isn't anything else here...


I'm gonna call the police...


(What's the number for 9-1-1?)

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Dremmick didn't care a bit for all the titles she had, what had started as him trying to get a guy to scram so she could continue her work turned into her becoming so delusional and wrapped up in herself to the point that she thought they were fighting over who had control over her and how either of them think their rank was above her. To Hell with ranks, Dremmick never once gave a thought to rank for anything he did, and he sure as hell didn't need anyone 'granting him the right' to do a damn thing. Little did either of them know that keeping an ever present aura to keep them healed would do nothing to stop him from killing this guy if he needed to. Dremmick was about to just leave them, he had other things to deal with than to try to help the helpless, but he was stopped by someone putting their hand on his shoulder.

When he turned to see who it was, he was a bit surprised. It took a second to recognize, but it was Mason, looking to be in so much better health now than how they left him that dremmick at first had to double check with his soul vision very breifly just to be sure. He attributed it to Ami, but something felt off. There was a pull of life energy still, like before. It wasn't strong enough to steal from people, but ever since he helped revive him, he'd noticed it, and it still seemed to be going. He couldn't quite place it yet, but there was something else different with how he looked, and it wasn't just the healthier form. Something was different, he just didn't know what.

It was amazing how a different tone could change the exact same thing he said but only moments ago. He appreciated someone actually agreeing with him and seeing what he was saying, but as for this Lucius character, he was sure that he wouldn't back down so easily. Dremmick could only pray that the glistening idiot would leave instead of joining them.

Dremmick remembered that he wanted to talk to the young knight about what happened to him. "He isn't worth my time to fight, or the breath to speak to. I couldn't care less at this point what those self centered 'holier than thou's do." There was a momentary pause, "how are you holding up?"

When Urag came up to shake hands with Allard, he returned the handshake with a powerful one of his own, locking eyes with him and placing a strong hand on his shoulder. "Urag... Never doubt yur strength lad. You are powerful, but ya still have plenty of room ta grow. Continue ta strive ta be on top, and you will have tha power ta overcome any danger brought ta you or this town." As for the elder's comment, he wasn't quite sure how to respond. "She has helped stop the bleeding of wounds no healer could touch." he replied in a lower quieter to him. "I owe her a great debt."

Dremmick's looked the pompous man up and down, then looked at the group of lackeys behind him, preparing to draw their blades. "Know my place, hmm? My place would be following my duty, would it not? As I'm sure yours should be as well. Tell me....", Dremmick started, his eyes widening as they started to glow from behind the darkness of hos hood and muffler, "how many men are you willing to send to their death for your foolish 'matters of royalty'?" The bandages on his arm started to turn red as well.

@Rai @13org

Allard noticed Nailah's little fireshow on the sidelines. It brought him a smile and feeling of warmth as he went up to make his own display of strength. Now, as the deed was done, there was a wild cheering from those around him, some still shocked at the display of raw power. Before anyone else approached him however, Nailah was already there.

"Hey! Shouldn't you have held back a little? The other guys couldn't possibly stand a chance against that!" She said, laughing. "Are you sure you're not one of those giants from children books disguising himself as an oro?" Nailah asked, teasing Allard.

Allard chuckled a bit before answering. "And provide a false hope? Would that not crush them more? For some Oro, this is the day that they gave up on the strength competition. But for that Urag fellow, this is the day that will make him strive to become stronger, I'm sure." He thought for a second, "As for being a giant, well, let it be our little secret." he said, continuing to laugh.
Yeah, Jarred was never one to be to keen on the finer points of socializing, and the explosion didnt quite help him out in that regard. But yall have definately convinced him that being here is not really the place to be.....probably.

Allard smile only grew as she said she would be cheering for him. "Oh, I'll be listenin' fur it, trust me." He unharnessed his weapons, and set them and their belts down next to Nailah, the ground shaking a bit even as he tried to be gentle with it. He then took off his shirt and laid it to the side, but left the arm cover on. His body was brimming in muscle with just enough fat to smooth him over and keep his body from blowing out under strain, but there was no denying the body of power that resided in him. What was probably more unsettling however, where the uncountable amount of scars on his body from years of fighting. Not just from his years in the military, no, those paled in comparison to the ones he earned in the arena. The freshest seemed to be one in the center of his chest, about the size of the smaller sword he carries now, that if you knew which one you were looking at, lined up with a scar that was also on his back. Speaking of of which, his back was still fresh with scars that dotted its entirety. An experienced warrior may recognized the type of scar from others who may have survived one or two of these, but there were well over thirty scars from arrows in his back alone. It was from his final day in the arena, when his daughter ran him through, unknowing who he was at first, and the arrows that he tried to shield her from. This show of muscle and endurance only drew more people to talk about him, though the older ones who somewhat knew what happened to Allard before he was taken had mixed emotions seeing all the wounds the man has accumulated.

Allard was glad to be welcomed into the competition, and upon Ramu's greeting, Allard laughed heartily, clasping forearms with the man in a strong handshake. "Likewise my friend, It is good ta see home once more. Let's hope I haven't gotten too rusty, eh?" He went on to take his position in line as the last one since he was the last to arrive. He started stretching as the others threw their boulder, none making it as far as the first. Urag was his name, and he had a mighty lead on the others. This should be interesting.

It was now Allard's turn. He simply walked up to the black boulder, not in a showy way, but as if he were sizing it up. He hefted it up casually in both arms and tested its weight buy tossing it up and catching it a few times, and then he even tried one arm. It was heavy, sure, probably about four times heavier than the refined heavy blade he carried day to day, but it wasn't the heaviest thing he had thrown around before either. When Allard was ready, he walked over to the line with his boulder in tow in both arms again. He set it down in front of him for a moment and took a few deep breaths. He then grabbed it again, lifting it off the ground. With a mighty yell he spun around once, stepped forward, leaning his body back, and using all the strength in his legs, body, back and arms, launched the boulder as hard as he could. It soared fairly high into the air, as if thrown by a great trebuchet. It just kept going and going. Thirty meters, sixty meters, ninety meters, and then a rumbling crash was heard as the boulder landed. An oro ran out to see the distance with a rope, steaking it to the ground at the end of the field, as it landed well passed what was marked on the field.

"One hundred and twenty-six meters! ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX DAMN METERS!" the man yelled out in disbelief. Allard rested his fists on his sides as he took a deep breath and released it, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he did so. It was good to be back.

It always amazed Dremmick how people never seemed to look up when looking for someone. He didn't like what this glistening fop was trying to do. Ami was sent out on a mission to help cure the land of the poisons that brought so much despair to towns like this. As Dremmick looked around and saw the town fairing much better, he had built an appreciation for her skills, albeit it made a beacon for any trouble nearby. This man was suggesting abandonment of this cause to gallivant over the countryside eloping? It was shit like this that made him despise knights and nobles alike. Dremmick jumped from the rooftop, landing perfectly in a small open space next to the two. He cut his eyes between all the ones who were closest to Ami, some taking steps back at his sudden appearance from nowhere.

"This land was healed thanks to what she has done, even if she did make herself a beacon to any remnant forces of Nuxta in the area," he said glaring at Ami momentarily before turning it back to Lucious. "Unless you plan on taking her to heal the lands yourself, your childish plans of eloping the countryside together will have to wait." Dremmick had no intention of debating this with the man. But fight, he was definitely ready to do if he wanted one.
nope, but he does live in a relatively abandoned spot in the area and comes by this bar for a drink every now and again. "extraordinaire"? now you are just trying to butter him up. lol

i dunno, he may have sold scrap or tech to them in the past, but I will leave that up to you. for the most part, if you are buying, he is selling.
@Allureare you still interested in this? If not or if you found someone already that's fine, was just checking in.
Did i hear someone say they needed more firepower/a hacker/a tech savy dude? You can have all that and more! .....for a price.

Questionable sense of humor is complementary

It was high time Jarred headed out while the sun was still shining. Jared hopped from the bar and went to fetch his effects when a helmeted girl rushed by. He would think that it was odd that she still had a helmet on if it weren't for him always having his mask on. People like to hide things. The man who walked in while she was trying to leave, however, could use a mask himself. If it was anything Jarred had learned in his life, it was to never trust a person with face tattoos. What he said was interesting enough though. A large fight in the combat zone and a hardware spider....whatever that was. Still, it seemed best to keep an eye out as he left. He finished getting his things from the bouncer and holstering everything, once finished he looked just as he did a moment ago without weapons. Just then another girl flew by him, drawing a muffled curse as it nearly made him lose his balance. "What the hell?" he said as he slowly poked his head out the bar at a near horizontal angle. He withdrew it quickly when she turned and was on her way back. After being ripped off at the scrap dealer today, Jarred sensed a business opportunity. As Nina started to walk back into the bar, his suspicion was confirmed when she asked about a quiet place to interrogate the man. So, naturally, Jarred cut in.

"Hey speedy, need a hand," he asked, waving his stun arm even though it looks like a normal prosthetic hand, "For a few bucks I can really make sure its an 'enlightening' experience." He wasn't sure she would take him on his offer, so he tried to talk it up a bit more, noting her speed in the process, "How about it? You will have results faster than you can run a 5k."
im planning a post here soon, Jarred will be interested in volunteering his shocking (almost taser-like) wit to help expedite the interrogation.... well, for some extra jingle in his pocket anyway.
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