@ViolentViolet You can play greed. Once we have Ekhru and your CS up, we'll be able to start!
PRAISE THA LAWD!
Kingfisher
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9 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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9 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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9 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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10 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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10 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.
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PRAISE THA LAWD!
I guess that's my cue huh
Yeah boi. Enter the corpseforcers.
I would like to play as either Lust or Pride.
I think lust is taken, but if you hop over to the OOC you might be able to grab pride!
Bump!
The soft city lights shone dimly through the blacked out windows of the stretch limousine, the buildings and streets outside gliding swiftly past as the long car sped onwards. Nyxvira sat comfortably in the back, her obese form spilling out over a lush leather recliner, her blazing red hair tied up in a swirling bun above her head, with two stray locks tumbling loosely down across her plump cheeks.
Three of her most trusted associates sat across from her, talking over the specifics of their plan.
“There’s no denying the element of risk involved,” Vincent Tűzst was grumbling in his rough drawl “but if we don’t kick these hairy fucks out of the city ASAP then there’s no telling how much damage they’ll do before they get bored and go slinking back into the countryside.”
“The Hunters have been wrecking my properties all across Santa Somabra,” hissed Imarus Vérafia “they’ve already caused more than enough damage to our operations. They need to be put down, and I don’t mean slapping them on the wrist and giving them a stern talking to. We need to make sure this is the last time they present a problem to us.” Imarus was dressed in a red turtleneck and black chinos, which hung loosely over his pale skeletal body. His eyeless sockets stared out into the air in front of him, and a permeant toothy grin was plastered across his smooth white skull.
“Using the police is a gambit in itself,” Lady Sharrahonzu observed dryly “we’d be foolish to assume we’re the only people to buy them out. There’s no telling if they’re double agents for the Martovanni’s, or the Nyctari, or someone else entirely.” Sharrahonzu was a lithe figure, with closely-cropped raven hair, and delicate Asian features. She had high cheekbones, and her blind eyes were obscured by a rich swathe of dark silk.
“There are alternatives,” Imarus admitted, scratching at his bony chin “but the longer we allow the Hunters to roam unchecked the longer we risk them dealing permanent damage to everything we’ve worked so hard to achieve.”
“We?” Nyxvira spoke up in her sweet, sensual voice “I don’t remember any of you during the struggle to take Chinatown from the tong. I don’t remember any of you being there when the Hanged Men came crawling back out of the shadows, and the Old Jewellery district got burned to the ground. I don’t remember any of you being there when my own family cast me out of the grove that was mine –BY RIGHT-, and I had to carve myself a new home with magic and blood.”
She extended one fat hand, delicately scooping a martini glass up off of a nearby drinks holder, before taking a light swig from its liquid contents, feeling it burn lightly at the back of her throat.
“I built my empire singlehandedly.” She said firmly, placing her drink back down “you all jumped on board once the guns had stopped firing and the smoke had cleared, so don’t presume to lecture me on how to run my own creation. When I want your council, I’ll ask for it.”
“Apologies, Mistress.” Lady Sharrahonzu offered up with a slight bow of her head.
They spent the rest of the car journey in silence, until the limo pulled up outside the Golden Dragon Takeaway. Her three advisers were quick to file out of the car, but it took Nyxvira a great deal of awkward shambling and squeezing, and for a moment it looked as though she wouldn’t quite fit.
The interior of the shop was simple, with only a few tables, chairs, and a display counter containing a variety of mildly appealing-looking food. The staff and owners had been sent home, leaving the establishment devoid of life.
Tűzst leapt behind the counter, fishing out a paper bag and stuffing it full of a steaming batch of special fried rice, crispy prawn crackers, and sauce-slathered ribs. “We’re gonna be here a while.” He reasoned “Who wants what?”
“I don’t have a stomach or taste buds, you wrinkly old fuck.” Imarus snapped. If he had muscles, he’d probably be frowning.
“My bad.” Tűzst said with a broad grin. “Anything for you, ladies?”
“Ribs, special fried rice, sea weed, chicken satay, a bundle of prawn crackers, and some of those king prawns, if you’d be so kind.” Nyx chirped up, plopping down in one of the metal stools.
“Something with duck in it.” Lady Sharrahonzu croaked.
The group began tucking into their meals, all clumped around a tacky plastic table, whilst Imarus stared on enviously. Halfway through chowing down, Tűzst’s phone let out a sharp buzz.
“I fucking hate these smartphones…” Tűzst mumbled through a mouthful of noodles, tapping aggressively at the screen as it lit up with a bright blue light. “I can’t take this one out of the charger for five minutes before it bloody well dies on me.”
“Got a new snapchat?” Nyx asked with a smirk.
Tűzst’s glassy grey eyes swept over the screen. “They’re in position.”
On a distant rooftop, a team of armour-clad snipers fixed their guns on the Golden Dragon, their weapons loaded with hollow-point rounds.
“If anyone tries to disturb us, they end up in the next batch of sushi.” The old man said with a triumphant grin.
“Sushi is Japanese, you uncultured swine.” Lady Sharrahonzu scowled.
“Wait…which one does curry?” He asked with a look of confusion.
“Indian.” Nyx replied helpfully, failing to repress a laugh “I tend to steer away from it. Gives me terrible gas.”
“I thought Mexican was the one that gave people gas?” Imarus pondered.
“Everything gives her gas.” Tűzst smirked.
“D’you want to walk home?”
“Sorry, boss lady.”
Nyx ripped the meat off of some ribs, licking the sauce off of her fat fingers, as she gazed out into the darkness of the street beyond. “Our guests should be here soon.” She declared “Let’s be sure to give them a warm welcome.”
“Are we sure the police are gonna be enough?” Imarus thought aloud.
“Vérafia, you Silly fucking Symphony reject, what did I say in my bitching rant during the car?” Nyx chided half-jokingly.
“Sorry, boss lady.”
“Skulduggery Pleasant’s right though,” Tűzst grumbled “we might need an insurance policy.”
“I didn’t realize you were capable of referencing things which came out after the invention of the wheel.” Imarus hissed at the old man.
“I have grand kids.” Tűzst said with a shrug.
“We’ll be hard pushed to find reliable muscle at such short notice,” Nyx groaned, rubbing her temples before stuffing down a spoonful of special fried rice.
Tűzst looked down at his phone, a big toothy grin flashing across his face.
“What about some ex-Martovanni muscle, fresh off of the corpse cart?”
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I've decided to let the situation go and settle with saving face with the issue.
I have nothing to gain from voicing my opinions which are best kept to myself, and I only hope that no negativity is bred from the events or words exchanged at any point throughout this thread's existence.
@Kingfisher
What is the plan, now?
I think continuing with such a small group would be quite underwhelming, and I cant ask you all to wait around in hopes that we'll find more members. Thank you all for your time and passion, but I think I'm going to let this one rest, for now at least.
I might try this again at some point, or perhaps another, similar project, so if that prospect interests you than keep your eyes peeled.
Farewell, until next time.
Here's my CS
Clara is approved! Feel free to put her Character Sheet in the CS tab.
Holy crap that post lol
Hopefully that's in a good way xD
The great, cathedral-like office tower at the heart of Dawnpeak Heights was awash in blood. Desks were overturned, computers smashed, and a whole mishmash of mangled body parts were scattered across the carpeted floor, leaking dark trails of thick red. Long threads of entrails, dripping gore, were slung from celling lights, ravaged chests –torn open to reveal their tangled innards- were propped up against bulky photocopiers, and teeth and fingers and toes were all jumbled up with the stacks of paper that had been hurled across the room in the ferocious and bloody slaughter.
“W-w-why are you doing this?” Sobbed a plump woman in a too-tight black skirt as slumped back against a panel of clear glass, resting her bloodied head on the window in defeat.
“Justice.” Growled Ameilkas, her immense fur-covered hand darting forwards and grasping the woman by the collar of her shirt.
Her victim let out a shaky yelp, but made no move to resist. The fight had gone out of her when she’d seen her colleagues torn in two.
She hurled the woman with a powerful flick of the wrist, sending her soaring across the office, and then she was nothing more than a chunky dark red smear on a crisp white wall. Ameilkas inhaled loudly, her black nose quivering with joy as the sweet, sensual scent of warm blood flooded every cell in her ginormous body.
She was a towering, feral beast of a lycan; with silvery white fur covering every inch of her body, a huge lupine head, a mouthful of deathly sharp white fangs, and two enormous eyes, one yellow one brown, which burned with a roaring inferno that looked ready to sear skin and bone straight off of all they fell upon.
“Did you catch the scent?” Boomed Brunkas, ducking his mammoth head under a doorway, as he came lumbering into the room, stomping in on all fours.
“Erikas, dead.” Ameilkas grumbled, a shimmer of rage rippling through her deep voice.
“Killed by some rouge pup,” Brunkas spat, slinking up besides the Den Mother “Must’ve gotten lucky.”
“They’ll be no more luck for this miserable, wretched shitpile of a city.” Seethed the great white wolf “Nor the mewling rats who call it home.”
Her powerful fist short forwards, punching straight through the glass in front of her, shattering the window pane into thousands of glistening shards. She slashed sideward, cutting through glass and metal alike, and the whole window came tumbling down in a shower of see-through splinters, clinking and crunching as they went pitter-pattered into the carpeted floor.
The icy nigh time window came howling into the office, slinking and shifting through her clumps of rough white fur and dancing over her steel-thick hide.
Ameilkas kicked back her powerful legs and leaped forwards through the broken window, soaring out into the night. She flew downwards, the leering tower of steel and glass falling beneath her feet as she plummeted into the streets below. The wind whipped and cracked past her, bellowing its thunderous tune in her feral ears.
She came crashing down into the road, her clawed feet smashing straight through the roof of an unsuspecting Range Rover, sending metal and glass and rubber exploding out around her on all sides.
A hundred thousand scents twirled upwards into her nose, begging her to seek out their source and silence them once and for all.
She tore down the grimy brick street, rows upon rows of shops and apartment blocks vanishing into blurred trails as she darted forwards, her powerful feet beating fiercely against the ground, tail billowing in the wind.
A towering stone statue, garbed in a shawl of rock and carved with the face of Chaerina Somabra, stood amidst a fountain of bubbling water, and Ameilkas came leaping up onto it, her nails biting into its leering features, holding her high up above the stone woman’s cold sneer.
“The Hunters have answered the call of the moon, and brought tooth and claw to your wretched city!” She bellowed out into the night, her voice carrying on the howling wind “Come and face me, little wretches! The last thing you see will be the eyes of the Den Mother bearing down into you as your souls depart this world!”
That's the collab wrapped up for now! Longest post here yet.
Will be working on more Andy stuff with pig while writing stuff for Kiddo too.
That was something else! Major kudos to the both of your for the amazing writing.
Expect the next plot post in the IC soon.
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