KillamriX88

RWBY - In The Shadow (KillamriX88 & OneWayOut)

- Vale PD -

"Oh Dust, not you again..." The bounty officer groaned as Jett walked over to him.

"Come now, what have I ever done to earn that kind of greeting?" Jett grinned. The man just stared at him tiredly. OK, so maybe Jett had lost his temper once or twice when they hadn't had anything good to give him. "Look, I just heard that you got a big string of robberies going on, thought maybe I could help out."

"Right. Help. You're a very generous man. I'm sure money never entered the equation." The man shook his head. "Doesn't matter anyway. It's still considered an internal matter at the moment."

"Of course it is." Jett's grin slipped from his face. "Really? Nothing for me? I mean, as a Huntsman, I'm practically one of you-"

The man just laughed. "No. You're a freelancer. Your status gives you some leeway, but you chose not to sign on with the military or police force. Look, it's gonna be on the news soon anyway, so I'll just tell you. If you see a guy named Roman Torchwick, bring him in. We'll give you a pat on the back. Otherwise, stay out of it. Besides, you're late. Some other woman beat you here."

"Eh?" Jett raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. She's talking to the Chief right now." The man leaned over to look past Jett. "Oh, looks like they're done."

Immediately forgetting about the officer who had been just about useless to him, he turned around to indeed see a woman walking through the building. It seemed he had competition. Attractive competition, but competition none-the-less. Leaving the bounty window behind, he began making his way over to her.

He had no idea what he was going to say to her, but if he didn't do something soon he was going to be completely out of work. If nothing else, catching the ringleader behind the dust heists might at least make the Police like him more. Then maybe they'd find something more for him to do. Something more that paid.

"Well, it looks like I'm not the only Huntsman here today." He could tell just by looking at her, even if the Officer hadn't implied what she was. "Those thieves really are stirring up a lot of trouble to get so much attention. You are here for that, right?"

RWBY - In The Shadow (KillamriX88 & OneWayOut)

- 1PM City of Vale -

A groan, "No, I know they screwed me. Yes I'm angry. No, I don't-" He paused, annoyance growing in his eyes as the person on the other end of the scroll call spoke -- loudly. "Olivia..." he said in an impatient sing-song voice, "you're not listening."

She got louder, and he had to hold it away from his ear to save his hearing.

"Why are you mad at me? I'm not the bad guy. I don't deserve-" He scowled. "OK fine, maybe I 'deserve it,' but they didn't know that! And if I'm such a bad person, why do you want me to work for you anyway? I don't need your charity!" His face fell into his palm. "No, I'm not starving and homeless... yet. They said alive or dead! Dead is easier to transport! I didn't know they were gonna cut the reward that much!"

He grumbled silently under his breath as his sister's rant went on. "Look, just admit it, you just want to enslave me. You'll give me just enough to get by and nothing more because you hate me- And yes, I know you secretly hate me! Nice talking to you, too. Love you, bye." And he hung up.

Jett Chevron, veteran huntsman and freelancer was just about destitute. Work was becoming more and more scarce and he was probably going to have to move to cheaper dwellings soon. He sighed and just started walking through the streets of Vale. Soon he came upon the sight of police tape and shattered glass. There'd been, another, dust robbery the night before it seemed.

A teenage boy was standing off to the side. It was too long after the robbery for onlookers to still care, so Jett figured maybe the kid knew something. In fact, as he got closer, he could tell that the kid was a huntsman. Probably a student wandering around before the next semester started. The bandolier and weapon gave it away.

"Hey, kid!" Jett got his attention. The kid jumped like he'd been electrocuted.

"Uh, um, y-yeah?" he asked.

"Whoa, relax, what's your name?"

"Feli-, uh, I mean P-Pine. Evergreen. Why?"

Jett nearly did a spit take upon hearing the name, but managed to keep his cool. "What happened here? They get the guys this time?"

"Some of them." Pine nodded. He was notably keeping a safe distance from Jett. "The leader got away." Oh, that was good. That was a potential bounty.

"Really? Already got some of them?"

"Yeah. Something about a girl in a red cloak? Sounds like a huntress in training," Pine explained. "Um, a bit too soon for the details to really be all together."

"Ah, I see. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I-I just... kinda take an interest in crime. Err, st-stopping it that is. I had some free time... so..."

"No, no, I get it. Keep up the good work. And thanks." Jett nodded before quickly leaving the scene. "Well... that wasn't awkward at all..."

Putting that right out of his mind, he decided to head to the nearest bounty office to see if there was any work for him. An official one, this time. Not a secondary. Normally the government didn't pay quite as well... but at least they were less likely to shaft him out of his money.

(The reason he's freaking out about the kid is a detail for later.)

Terra Infirma

I made up for the lack of action in your post. :P

Terra Infirma

Whir. Grind. Grind. Clank. There were a lot of those noises. Mostly grinding, honestly. The mechanized portion of the local military was in a state of serious disrepair. There was plenty of metal left of the planet between the wreckage and the mines, but the wreckage was an irradiated hell-scape and the ore in the mines was of low quality. The mining facilities were also slow and horridly outdated. There was no way to mass produce high quality alloys.

That meant mechs, weapons, and vehicles alike were constantly rusting, overheating, and wearing themselves down. They were also usually small and unable to support much weight. And slow. So... fucking... slow.

But that made them easy targets.

Maedoc sat crouched on a clifftop, old, brown duster protecting him from the sun and sand. A convoy was slowly grinding and whirring its way by, half of the men on foot since they couldn't afford better transportation. It comprised itself of two mechs, six foot soldiers, one atv with two passengers, and a transport truck with a simple canvas covering on the back. He had to fight to keep himself from coughing. The exhaust from the two mechs was foul and rising right up to him. He pulled a bandana, a simple gray one, up a over his face to make it a little more tolerable.

If any were to look up, his scraggly mess of bright, red hair would probably give him away -- but no one wanted to look up into the harsh sunlight.

Right on schedule, the convey, literally, ground to a halt. A man had walked out into the road in front of it. A pair of soldiers, likely suffering in their stuffy combat armor, marched forward to shove him out of the way, but they never got the chance. A rocket streaked out from behind a sand dune across the road, blasting one of the mechs to pieces.

The other quickly rotated on its hip joints, twin autocannons on its right arm firing wildly in the direction the rocket had come from. Meanwhile, the man in the road had retreated, but not before shooting one of the soldiers in the head. That was his cue. He jumped from the cliff, landing on the back of the surviving mech, nearly unbalancing it just from that. He grabbed the nearest handhold and reached back with his free hand, grabbing what appeared to be a hatchet, but with a very small blade.

He flipped a switch and with a crackle of energy, an unstable blade of hot plasma burst to life. He smashed it into the mechs exhaust twice, and soon it was shooting flames and shaking itself apart. He leapt clear just before the engine gave and it toppled, a smoking wreck. By then, ballistic gunfire was raining down on the remaining troops, one shot having disabled the trucks engine.

A nearby soldier rushed at him, his weapon having jammed. He raised his energy hatchet... and it fizzled out, leaving him to smash it just about uselessly against the soldier's helmet. The soldier returned with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the ground. With the push of a button, a bayonet popped out, and the soldier moved for a finishing blow.

A bolt of energy struck the soldier in the chest, burning straight through his armor. Energy weapons were faulty, which was why Maedoc carried two. The second was a bulky pistol... that burned through its power cell in one, albeit deadly, shot. He snapped it open, ejecting the fizzling cell before it slagged the entire gun. He sighed, he didn't have a replacement this time.

He quickly dashed to the truck, jumping into the back. There were no guards. All the soldiers were dead or soon to be at that point. This was his best chance to get his prize. There were numerous crates on the truck, but the small one in the back was his goal. It was locked, but he pried it open quickly enough. Inside was another container, held safe by foam padding. That one wasn't locked.

He snapped the lid open, revealing a large electronic chip. He slipped it into his jacket, replacing it was another, considerably less value fake. It wasn't that he didn't trust his companions, but...

OK, he didn't at all trust his companions.

He jumped back out of the truck, and already two of them were standing there waiting among the wreckage and corpses.

"So, already nabbed it have you?" The first, a grizzled older man asked him. He had plenty of stubble, buzzed hair, and a very large machine gun.

"Of course," Maedoc gave a small bow. "Plenty of other loot too." What little it would be worth. Hopefully some of it was edible.

"Good. Hand it over." The second was a woman with similarly short hair. She had a large revolver in his face.

"So rude..." Maedoc scowled, fishing the small container out and handing it over. The man opened it and then nodded.

"Rude? No. This is rude." She pulled the trigger.

- - - Two Days Later - - -

A man drunkenly stumbled his way through the streets of "The Bowl." It was essentially a small dent in the planet. Over the years they'd erected a set of curved walls around it, effectively shielding it from the wind and harsh sand. The taller buildings still got blasted, but it was better than nothing.

He was in the downtown portion of the settlement, staggering past people and trying not to knock anyone over. He was pretty sure he wouldn't get up again if he crashed. However, vision blurry, his luck finally ran out. He stumbled around a corner and roughly bumped into some woman with dark hair wearing a sarong. He grabbed her shoulders, using her to steady himself and somehow not bringing either to the ground. He looked up once he felt a little steadier, opened his mouth to apologize... and coughed up a spray of blood right in her face before collapsing anyway.

Killa's 1x1 Search (M looking for F)

Hi. Hello.

How are ye?

So, some basic things:
1. I like romantic plots because I'm a drama whore. MxF to be specific.
2. Romance =/= smut with me. I can keep it PG. Or not, I'm an adult. Whatever floats yer boat. Would kinda prefer to keep it classy though.
3. I write a lot. If you can keep up, that'd be great, but otherwise be prepared to read walls of (well formatted) text. If you can give 2-3 paragraphs in return, I'll be happy. If you can give more, I will love you.
4. I'm a guy who plays guys. I can (and enjoy) playing female side characters, but whoever my main char is will be male. (also I love side characters... I will probably have a few no matter what.)
5. I am not afraid to fucking swear like a fucking truck driver. But I don't have to if you don't want me to for some reason?
6. I am an adult. For various reasons, it's probably best that you are too.
7. Please oh please don't vanish on me... I'm gonna get abandonment issues at this rate...

Things I would RP:
1. Supernatural being X Human
2. Supernatural X supernatural (as in creatures of the night, not the show... although I like the show)
3. RWBY
4. Werewolf X ??? (This is my most wanted at the moment...)

Err, OK yeah those are the only big things I like. If you have idea though, throw them at me. I'm not picky. Just looking for a partner or two to keep me occupied.

PM or reply if you're interested.

Rise of the Super Mecha [Mecha/Supernatural Interest Check]

+1 me if this ever starts up...

(Advanced) New here! LET'S WRITE!

PM me if you're still looking. I could work with that idea.

1X1 I'm bored, help me

Dangerous hobbies those. Welcome :D

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Welp, that makes two.

Closed until further notice.

1X1 I'm bored, help me

Hi, how are you? I'm Killa. I write things.

I also have a craving of sorts.

I have a minor addiction to werewolves and wish to do something with that.

I'mma keep it real simple and vague so that you, prospective partner, can inject your own ideas into the mix.

So, here's the few, though flexible, things I'm looking for:

1. I'd be taking the role of a werewolf guy. If you wish to do the same, we can work with that, but I'd prefer if you didn't. Variety and all that. Other than that, be as supernatural or mundane as you desire.

2. Time frame/age of characters would preferably be final year of highschool or early to mid college years. However, if you have different idea, I'll certainly listen... err... read it.

3. I like romantic plots so we'd need a girl. However, I'm also perfectly fine leaving any sexual aspects completely out of the equation (no, really, I am) or simply just glossed over. "Fade to black" is fine, as it were. However I am mature enough to do the exact opposite. I'll let you decide how far it goes or not.

So that's it. Other than that a partner who can give me a solid paragraph or two of coherent, thought out writing would be nice. A cliche ask, I'm sure, but still.

As for me? I like to think I'm an above average writer, but you may judge for yourself.

PM me or reply, I'm not picky. I'll probably only take up to two people since I'm not always super free on time and my schedule can be a bit unpredictable, however I'm USUALLY free from around 5PM est until the ungodly hours of 3am. But like I said that could change.

So... any takers for a moonlit stroll?

RWBY - Haze

For the sake of not being a total douche, I'm going to personally and officially call this RP done for.

My deepest apologies for this. I was stuck between feeling responsible and not wanting to officially call it dead, and being too embarrassed to show my face once I realized I'd let it go too long.

I'm not going to go into great detail, as you probably don't want to hear it anyway. Just once again, I'm sorry. I'm tired these days and I honestly can't motivate myself anymore.

End of RP