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I don't know what to put here. I wanted to put a story about an alligator falling in love with a jellyfish, or a story about Ruby and Sapphire, but I don't think I will. Not right now. Sorry if you came here expecting an interesting read.
Anyhow on to me. Hello, I'm Lawless, I'm a boy who's fallen madly in love with a girl. The more I push, the more she pulls away.
Anyhow on to me. Hello, I'm Lawless, I'm a boy who's fallen madly in love with a girl. The more I push, the more she pulls away.
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^o^ Okay, sounds like a plan, capture the rogues~ Just need the okay from Misu~
William doesn't have slaves, although I noted that already. So now I must find out who is well free, err, not owned.
And Ursa, those diagrams are amazing, to say it is quick, it looks very nice.
And Ursa, those diagrams are amazing, to say it is quick, it looks very nice.
Okay, So I just posted with William and I'll wait for your post ShadowCatcher before I get started with Avien.
And I can see you're going to be a hard one to interpret when not using words Ursa lol
And I can see you're going to be a hard one to interpret when not using words Ursa lol
Within the dark silent room, a young man wrote silently in what appeared to be a journal of sorts. He wrote with a bird feather, a quill, and constantly dipped it in red liquid before it traveled across the piece of parchment. It made awfully fine lines and moved extremely quickly as if the quill were moving by itself. A beam of light cut through the room to show that it was extremely neat, otherworldly neat, but only for a second did the light get the male's attention before it went back to the paper. Some of the black tape on the window seemed to be coming off, honest mistake.
When another beam of light broke through the curtains he sighed loudly before he dropped the quill and stood as smoke rolled off his shoulder before he stepped into the shade. His menacing red eyes barely shimmered in the darkness as he glared at the window. The tape was peeling off gradually. "Can I get nothing done without interruptions?!" William barked at God. His voice flooded the house and echoed off the walls in the very dungeon. William's voice was ruff and powerful and seemed to match his appearance easily.
The house had most of its windows tinted to point f barely allowing light in and made looking into house pointless. All one would see is blackness, which made the brightest whitest house in the neighborhood look extremely gloomy. He tore the door to his room open with little effort, just barely avoiding snatching it off its hinges before he stormed through the corridor. He stopped abruptly upon seeing a man at the end of the corridor, he was supposed to be in the dungeon. The man appeared extremely sweaty despite how cold William usually allowed the air conditions to run in the dungeon.
How long had he been standing there? Despite how tough the man tried to look, William's eyes could see through him. The man was nervous, scared and undoubtedly had come to free himself while William slept. The man didn't have a shirt on and his muscles made William proud, they had chosen the strongest to do the job. "Come here!" William commanded as he pointed his finger at the floor right in front of him and the man jumped upon hearing it. A minute passed before the man finally decided to move, he knew his hesitation would be rewarded with punishment.
It was when the man walked that William realized that he was holding something behind his back, something he didn't want his master to see till the time was just right. It piqued his interest what they had all come together and decided to kill him with "What have you got there?" William tried to sound sincere. The man looked behind his back before looking forward without an answer, speechless. "I said show me WHAT IS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" William yelled, his arm moving so fast the man couldn't see it coming before the man flew into the shelf behind him. A trail of blood landed on the once clean floor before the sound of glass breaking resounded throughout the house.
A gift? His eyes widened and stared at the broken glass. William had become paranoid in these last few days and the beam of sunlight penetrating only his room put him on edge. "I'm sorry Christopher, but I need you to patch up that opening in my window." William said walked over to the man. He seemed to have been buried in the many books that fell down. The vampire master reached down into the books to grab the man, but he could feel nothing other than books. Within the silence William could hear a beating heart, but it was coming from behind him instead of under the books. William turned around fast, just as the man stabbed him with what appeared to be silver spike made into a cross. A necklace with a crucified Jesus was dangling from the intersection.
When another beam of light broke through the curtains he sighed loudly before he dropped the quill and stood as smoke rolled off his shoulder before he stepped into the shade. His menacing red eyes barely shimmered in the darkness as he glared at the window. The tape was peeling off gradually. "Can I get nothing done without interruptions?!" William barked at God. His voice flooded the house and echoed off the walls in the very dungeon. William's voice was ruff and powerful and seemed to match his appearance easily.
The house had most of its windows tinted to point f barely allowing light in and made looking into house pointless. All one would see is blackness, which made the brightest whitest house in the neighborhood look extremely gloomy. He tore the door to his room open with little effort, just barely avoiding snatching it off its hinges before he stormed through the corridor. He stopped abruptly upon seeing a man at the end of the corridor, he was supposed to be in the dungeon. The man appeared extremely sweaty despite how cold William usually allowed the air conditions to run in the dungeon.
How long had he been standing there? Despite how tough the man tried to look, William's eyes could see through him. The man was nervous, scared and undoubtedly had come to free himself while William slept. The man didn't have a shirt on and his muscles made William proud, they had chosen the strongest to do the job. "Come here!" William commanded as he pointed his finger at the floor right in front of him and the man jumped upon hearing it. A minute passed before the man finally decided to move, he knew his hesitation would be rewarded with punishment.
It was when the man walked that William realized that he was holding something behind his back, something he didn't want his master to see till the time was just right. It piqued his interest what they had all come together and decided to kill him with "What have you got there?" William tried to sound sincere. The man looked behind his back before looking forward without an answer, speechless. "I said show me WHAT IS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" William yelled, his arm moving so fast the man couldn't see it coming before the man flew into the shelf behind him. A trail of blood landed on the once clean floor before the sound of glass breaking resounded throughout the house.
A gift? His eyes widened and stared at the broken glass. William had become paranoid in these last few days and the beam of sunlight penetrating only his room put him on edge. "I'm sorry Christopher, but I need you to patch up that opening in my window." William said walked over to the man. He seemed to have been buried in the many books that fell down. The vampire master reached down into the books to grab the man, but he could feel nothing other than books. Within the silence William could hear a beating heart, but it was coming from behind him instead of under the books. William turned around fast, just as the man stabbed him with what appeared to be silver spike made into a cross. A necklace with a crucified Jesus was dangling from the intersection.
Also I think there should be like maybe a chat group or message group that way the whole uhh initial thread won't become cluttered with OC posts that don't regard the rp. Any message group would work, even RPG's. Just a suggestion.
Also I have absolutely no clue how to react to that Major Ursa.
Also I have absolutely no clue how to react to that Major Ursa.
Hmmm so William has no slaves and Avien belongs to Eden? I believe that is correct. I read through all the pages.
P.S.
Apologies for my inactiveness, had somethings to take care of.
P.S.
Apologies for my inactiveness, had somethings to take care of.
"I'm Sandra and your boy owed me two pounds of ground beef, made my order in advance yesterday and I'm going to need it tomorrow. I don't know if he told you or left it in the directions to run the shop. I'm Sandra, and I need my meat tomorrow." Sandra explained as clearly as she could, unsure if that was what he was expecting. She looked like if it came down to it she could easily rough him up as well as the old shop owner, at least due to appearance. She was an amazon in this wasteland and she wasn't about to tolerate someone not giving her what she wanted. Solara thought long and hard of how she would introduce herself, who here would know? No one. She could be anyone, or anything. "I'm Solara, an Asari Matriarch and I'm looking for someone. Another asari, if you see her, let me know. It was nice meeting you, Nex" Solara said with a bright smile and she started towards the door. He seemed rather odd and sure of himself, despite how physically intimidating Sandra was. Too confident, that it was rather scary.
Solara listened to him without interrupting before he finished and Sandra laughed loudly "Girl, you are not flirting with the butcher, are you?" her words were funny and almost entertaining. "Do you not see how fat he ...." When Sandra turned to look at the butcher her jaw dropped. No, Solara did not see how fat he was, in fact he didnt quite look fat to her at all. He looked like a great human specimen, one that her father wouldn't have had any problem at all dissecting. "Where's Al? When did you take over the shop?" Sandra questioned since she had been here just yesterday and Al, the butcher had a thing for her since she was human too. While she wasn't the most beautiful girl, she was the only human female Al met on this trash heap. Solara stared at the butcher "C'mon, I just wanted to know where he came from." Solara tugged on Sandra's shoulder as she took a step back.
When the man walked towards her she watched him cautiously with judgmental eyes, almost like she was trying to figure him out. "Welcome to my shop" he chimed which made her feign being happy. "Would you like to buy any meat?" he questioned, he was really trying to sell his meat to her, but she really didn't need any extra weigh on her shoulders. He wanted to eat her, the pervert, he wanted to eat her before she even knew his name. Humans moved fast. "Oh no, I'm just a bit curious as to where you're from and how you got here," She explained as she wiped the sweat from her glistening green skin "You're probably the only other human on this planet." She looked inside his shop but then felt a hand fall on her shoulders as Sandra snuck up behind her.
D: Yeah, Asari are made of meat just like humans...
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