ArthanusMac watched the raging sergeant and bowed his head. "I am sorry for what happened to your men. But you must understand, The FInal Days are upon us. God has decreed the world be purged of all evil, and is saving those who accept Him into their heart, as their One True Lord. You still serve the kings of man, who cannot save you from the end. Your only chance at salvation is to accept Him, and forgo the kingdoms of mortals. Such things will surely redeem your soul."
The father readjusted in his seat, and leaned towards him. "I, however, still have my duties. The Lord's work must be carried out, and I must save those I can from the fate of damnation. You must release me, so I can go on my way and carry out the Lord's will among those who remain to be given their fate. Think of the innocent, who still require faith. We cannot be the ones to abandon them."
Indeed, Mac was nervous. Either the soldier would see that the father was not responsible for the deaths of his men, or he would kill Mac right here and now. The sergeant continued to glare at him, and then stood up, walking over to his captive, pistol gripped firmly in his hand.
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So, a bit about me then:
First and foremost, I love to try and create imaginative and creative scenarios, that (I hope) push the very limits of reason and conventional thought. When I RP (mostly in NRPs) I aim to play powerful and big, things that are on the very edge of OP (I usually give my faction a ridiculous disadvantage though, to keep it fair). In other RPs, I tend towards Science Fiction and Modern Fantasy, playing side characters with some interesting quirks to them. I am also keen on trying some Arena RPing, when I get better at writing.
Other things about me are that I work as a Mental Health Nurse (who would've guessed), and enjoy gaming and drawing as well. I also play trumpet on the side. I have a rough schedule, so I disappear for a couple of days sometimes. But never assume I am dropping out, I will tell you if I am thinking of it (unless it's really serious).
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Noki heard of the plan, and she scowled at the mention of the ship crew's fate. So, there were no survivors... It was a shame. She had known a couple of the crew mates from the Blaze Trail, and could only hope that their deaths had been quick. Regaining her composure, she spoke to Maarcuu. "As agreed, the ship is yours. You have all saved my life twice now, and a friend of mine is a friend of the Merchant Fleet. That is, if you can actually win it. This race will most likely, like all things on this wretched planet, be corrupt and dangerous. You will need to practice, and we will need mechanics in the crew. Perhaps the many voiced creature you know can help in that department." Noki turned and began to walk out the door. "I need to get some air. Safe travels, to you all." Silently, she left, and proceeded to make her way somewhere to think for a while.
I'm still here, just waiting on an update from Cart with the sergeant ^^
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
With a low hum, Gammorah wheeled along slowly behind the majority of the squad, with Kradis' feeds wired into the recon's visual inputs. A good idea to monitor your eyes and ears, in any firefight. It was sunny, and the air was cool inside his GEAR, which was a god send int he heat of a Lavaran desert. Without taking his eyes of his main screen, Kradis slipped another tab and thought introspectively about the final destiny of these men and women. So many youths: Would they live to see their placement with the Parvan through? Did they have friends, family or lovers who would never see these soldiers again? Kradis himself had abandoned such things a long time ago, but he still couldn't help but to think how many of his comrades, by the end of all this, would turn into cold shells of their former selves like their squad mate. Perhaps, none would, for they would be stronger than that, and not turn into army dogs who live only to kill others. Such things are not healthy ways to live.
After some time, Kradis brought up his AWSS, and began to calibrate the Gammorah's weapon systems to factor in the current environment's variables. Wind speed 9 knots in a South-Westerly direction, clear line of site due to flat terrain, humidity low. Once he modified his armament suite, Kradis proceeded to check through the recon team's feeds and comms, to ascertain the strength of the LAS-DES signals he was receiving, and flicked over to a full screen view of a particular civvie's rather curvaceous ass, followed by a hearty and passionate reprimand from Blade himself piercing his ears like a precision laser beam. At least our commanding officer can instill a sense of discipline into his men, and not afraid to call out their failures. Some things in military life, regardless of faction, never change. Without comment, Kradis closed his feeds and silenced the Colonel's comms for a bried moment, to avoid his yelling, and continued to follow the others.
After some time, Kradis brought up his AWSS, and began to calibrate the Gammorah's weapon systems to factor in the current environment's variables. Wind speed 9 knots in a South-Westerly direction, clear line of site due to flat terrain, humidity low. Once he modified his armament suite, Kradis proceeded to check through the recon team's feeds and comms, to ascertain the strength of the LAS-DES signals he was receiving, and flicked over to a full screen view of a particular civvie's rather curvaceous ass, followed by a hearty and passionate reprimand from Blade himself piercing his ears like a precision laser beam. At least our commanding officer can instill a sense of discipline into his men, and not afraid to call out their failures. Some things in military life, regardless of faction, never change. Without comment, Kradis closed his feeds and silenced the Colonel's comms for a bried moment, to avoid his yelling, and continued to follow the others.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
"So, what is your decision?" The officer casually looked her in the eyes. That's when a wad of bloody phlegm smacked him in the cheek, and his face dropped into a scowl, as Cindy just smiled.
"Do your worst, punk, you don't scare me-" Without warning, he had several bullets rip into his side, and he collapsed with a look of shock on his face. Other soldiers returned fire, only to be torn down by some kind of heavy caliber SAW weapon. She kept her head down for a bit, as the bullet lawn mower cut the enemy squad to shreds, before a lull in fire where she stood up with some difficult, as her hands were tied in front of her. Without hesitating, she spotted her pack with weapons still attached, grabbed it and proceeded to run towards the hidden rescuer, albeit right to the side outside of his cone of fire.
Cindy pumped her legs into the ground as fast as she could, as whoever was firing started up again, and she uttered a small prayer.
"Please don't hit me, please don't hit me, please don't hit me..." Eventually she leaped over a small mound, and landed with a thud beside him. She took a quick look at him, and noted the Canadian flag on his shoulder. Never seen a Canadian before, do they even have an army? She wasn't complaining, as he appeared to have decimated the squad, who retreated with haste into the jungle.
She laid beside him, and patted him on the shoulder, a wide grin on her face. "Thanks for the rescue, mate. Bloody Nazis, this war gets crazier by the day, right? Anyways, I'm Private Cynthia Gouldbern, of The Royal Australian Army Medical Corps, but you can call me Cindy. Pleased to meet ya." She held out her tied hands, waiting for him to shake it. "Oh yeah, right. Mind cutting me loose?"
"Do your worst, punk, you don't scare me-" Without warning, he had several bullets rip into his side, and he collapsed with a look of shock on his face. Other soldiers returned fire, only to be torn down by some kind of heavy caliber SAW weapon. She kept her head down for a bit, as the bullet lawn mower cut the enemy squad to shreds, before a lull in fire where she stood up with some difficult, as her hands were tied in front of her. Without hesitating, she spotted her pack with weapons still attached, grabbed it and proceeded to run towards the hidden rescuer, albeit right to the side outside of his cone of fire.
Cindy pumped her legs into the ground as fast as she could, as whoever was firing started up again, and she uttered a small prayer.
"Please don't hit me, please don't hit me, please don't hit me..." Eventually she leaped over a small mound, and landed with a thud beside him. She took a quick look at him, and noted the Canadian flag on his shoulder. Never seen a Canadian before, do they even have an army? She wasn't complaining, as he appeared to have decimated the squad, who retreated with haste into the jungle.
She laid beside him, and patted him on the shoulder, a wide grin on her face. "Thanks for the rescue, mate. Bloody Nazis, this war gets crazier by the day, right? Anyways, I'm Private Cynthia Gouldbern, of The Royal Australian Army Medical Corps, but you can call me Cindy. Pleased to meet ya." She held out her tied hands, waiting for him to shake it. "Oh yeah, right. Mind cutting me loose?"
What's going on guys?
So, I got a pet snake the other day. Pygmy python, I fucking love him ^^
Are you sure Cart? I can re edit it so we just get split up, if that works better ^^
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Never thought of it that way. Not sure how much of it is actually true, but lol none the less XD
Posted. Hope I'm not derailing your plot, Cart. Can't think, tired XD
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