That was true about the pay, at least for normal jobs. Scipio's "freelancing" was obviously different from just writing up a few good stories or giving a report about the latest things going on in whatever part of Arcus you'd been visiting.
"#You suck at giving advice," teased the symbiote.
"Yeah, like you could do any better," Scipio thought back. "Maybe if this girl was a superbeing I could actually offer some good tips...."
"#Actually..."
Scipio knew what the alien was going to say. This girl had a certain faint scent about her that he was was all to familiar with. Smoke. Was... was she a pyromancer? Or maybe she had just used clothes that had been exposed to smoke sometime ago. Whatever the case, he wouldn't pry, as doing so might elicit a negative response or even give away his true nature.
"Well, I wish you luck in your job hunt then."
Scipio turned to Niesha.
"Kind actions on your part."
With that, he left the coffee shop and headed off somewhere.
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Pfft, take a look at the IC of my RP xD.
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Waffle Tomato Toaster OvenName:Garrett HerslyAlias:Persona (Among others)Gender: MaleAge:36Powers/Abilities:Gerratt has a very unique power of shape shifting, but is limited to people only. His power not only allows him to take there shape but also their physical and mental abilities. He can't mix people together as it would cause a problem with the anatomical build of his mixed body. He also has mild regeneration skills alowing him to heal at 3x the rate of a normal person.Personality:Gerratt's constant changing of mind has made him forget what he is truly. Now he is unpredictable in his personality crossing from a kind and understanding father like figure to merciless killer at the drop of a hat.Backstory:Not much is known about Gerratt's past due to his shape shifting and constant running. His record hit the systems when he was arrested for the killing of 400 people, destruction of government buildings and the use of chemical weapons. He was sent to a maximum security prison where he was to spend the rest of his life.15 years into his stay there thet guards found him missing, and in his cell was a dead man with a note saying:Thank you for the room.The government didn't raise an alarm nor did they issue a warning. They didn't want to alert Gerratt that they were looking for him, but he wasn't worried about being found cuz he was technically a ghost.Alignment Status: Evil to the core, only making alliances if they benefit him more than his partner. Prefered shapes:
Looks good to me. Also, you should edit your post to include the images instead of their links. You can do this with this format:
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The parentheses should be brackets though.
The first one was more of just harassment, Abaddon's act took place more of in the actual slums (I'll edit it to detail this), and then we have Lass.
Scipio had had no response to the red head's words. He did own a rather nice apartment, but he really didn't spend much time there. More often than not, he prowled around the Underground and made alien dwellings there. It was mainly symbiotic instinct that drove him to do this, but every now and then he did go to lodge in nice places above.
"I really should do that more often..."
Despite being young, Scipio had a nice amount of money to spend. His acquired knowledge from the symbiote had allowed him to offer help in some expensive research projects within the science and medical communities, and it wasn't all too rare for him to receive envoys from people of Arcus to work as "special security" or as an assassin. All of these things ended up netting him some wealth.
The teen had relaxed in his chair when a new arrival spoke up to answer the red head's question. Good, at least he didn't have to pretend to know about some cheap places. Now, as for work...
"You would be right in saying that things like reporting and journalism requires study, but I'm pretty sure they have some freelancing things around..."
Freelancing was pretty old school though, especially in positions such as those. Besides, he didn't even know what this girl could be looking for.
"But those are just suggestions.... ah screw it, I don't have any particularly good advice.... my work is a bit different, so yeah."
He hoped none of them would inquire.
"I really should do that more often..."
Despite being young, Scipio had a nice amount of money to spend. His acquired knowledge from the symbiote had allowed him to offer help in some expensive research projects within the science and medical communities, and it wasn't all too rare for him to receive envoys from people of Arcus to work as "special security" or as an assassin. All of these things ended up netting him some wealth.
The teen had relaxed in his chair when a new arrival spoke up to answer the red head's question. Good, at least he didn't have to pretend to know about some cheap places. Now, as for work...
"You would be right in saying that things like reporting and journalism requires study, but I'm pretty sure they have some freelancing things around..."
Freelancing was pretty old school though, especially in positions such as those. Besides, he didn't even know what this girl could be looking for.
"But those are just suggestions.... ah screw it, I don't have any particularly good advice.... my work is a bit different, so yeah."
He hoped none of them would inquire.
knight125 said
Mimic grins, "Think again." Suddenly, the blood on Mimic's arm freezes. He slaps the arm against his leg, sending a shower of frozen blood to the ground. Mimic freezes the streams of blood midair, catches them before they fall, and throws them at Gabriel.
Gabriel was hit by the two frozen liquids, grunting slightly as they made contact with him. Gabriel scurried to the side afterwards, firing another stream of boiling, acidic crimson. Something tugged within him though, as the stream stopped mid air and actually angled off to the side to hit Mimic from a different angle and direction.
That's fine, we'll just see what comes.
"#You let a good snack go to waste, Scipio," spoke a hissing voice from within the mind of the relaxing teen. "#I haven't eaten in a long time, why do you starve me?"
Scipio smirked as he took another sip of his iced mocha. The two often conversed with each other on pretty much anything and everything that happened, so it was no surprise to him that the symbiote was complaining about his decision to simply let the mutant thug go splt against the pavement.
"Ah can it would you? The last time we fed was like, three hours ago with that common mug in an alley. Besides, you've technically been living off me for years now, and that's why your species even bonds with other organisms in the first place!"
A couple of eyebrows were raised at Scipio's audible response to seemingly nothing and no one. Some even said, "What's with all the weirdos around here today?"
Another sip of the drink.
"#Yes, but a bond as advanced and powerful as ours sometimes requires supplements to ensure the most beneficial consequences for both of us. Not to mention your... other powers, which is something completely foreign to my species."
"Kay whatever. You've gone longer without your extra vitamins before, don't know why you're complaining now."
Scipio scanned the surrounding people in the coffee shop and caught sight of a girl with red hair examining some ads against the wall. Really? Searching for jobs in a place that was more or less closer to the poorer parts of Arcus? Scipio decided to walk over to her and give a few words.
"You'd probably find some better jobs up north, you know. I've heard they're big on reporters and journalists considering there's always something going on. Hell, there's even a story down the road right now!"
While he spoke, he sensed something change in the atmosphere. He wasn't being alerted to any danger, but whatever it was that caused the shift had certainly the potential for it. It was... attuned to something..
Scipio smirked as he took another sip of his iced mocha. The two often conversed with each other on pretty much anything and everything that happened, so it was no surprise to him that the symbiote was complaining about his decision to simply let the mutant thug go splt against the pavement.
"Ah can it would you? The last time we fed was like, three hours ago with that common mug in an alley. Besides, you've technically been living off me for years now, and that's why your species even bonds with other organisms in the first place!"
A couple of eyebrows were raised at Scipio's audible response to seemingly nothing and no one. Some even said, "What's with all the weirdos around here today?"
Another sip of the drink.
"#Yes, but a bond as advanced and powerful as ours sometimes requires supplements to ensure the most beneficial consequences for both of us. Not to mention your... other powers, which is something completely foreign to my species."
"Kay whatever. You've gone longer without your extra vitamins before, don't know why you're complaining now."
Scipio scanned the surrounding people in the coffee shop and caught sight of a girl with red hair examining some ads against the wall. Really? Searching for jobs in a place that was more or less closer to the poorer parts of Arcus? Scipio decided to walk over to her and give a few words.
"You'd probably find some better jobs up north, you know. I've heard they're big on reporters and journalists considering there's always something going on. Hell, there's even a story down the road right now!"
While he spoke, he sensed something change in the atmosphere. He wasn't being alerted to any danger, but whatever it was that caused the shift had certainly the potential for it. It was... attuned to something..
The CS looks fine to me! He's a bit young, but it'll be interesting seeing how people react to a murderous 14 year old.
I did think of something though. What do you say to a kind of alliance between him and Abaddon? Since Lass is pretty much homeless and has a knack for torture and making people miserable, Abaddon might actually feel compelled to "raise" him to try and at least fix his purpose.
All up to you of course.
I did think of something though. What do you say to a kind of alliance between him and Abaddon? Since Lass is pretty much homeless and has a knack for torture and making people miserable, Abaddon might actually feel compelled to "raise" him to try and at least fix his purpose.
All up to you of course.
Have at it!
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