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9 yrs ago
Current Going to a festival fellas! So for the coming week I won't be able to post.
9 yrs ago
When you marathon Rick & Morty S2 and expected laughs but the ending just slaps you in the face...
9 yrs ago
School's in full "consume all his time"-mode so no posts for just a lil longer. Sorry folks! I promise I'll make up for it in the weekend!
10 yrs ago
Going to take a small break on most of my RPs for maybe a week or so.
10 yrs ago
Not near an actual keyboard until 21/06

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David Jackson

“It’s hard to forget a massacre of your own kind. And it’s even harder when shades from said massacre start to return the favor.” David gave Austin a smile. The sort of smile a father would approvingly give his son when he came home with his own car. “I’m surprised you guys trusted this random stranger. Trust is a rare resource these days. Well, I guess it’s all for the better. If this really is SCAR headquarters, then SCAR itself must be pretty ready to start the fight again.” David kept looking around, soaking up everything his senses could feel. Partly because he was happy being free again. But partly because he felt that he should prepare to escape. As the redhead clearly wouldn’t calm down.

“Yeah. I’ll stick with you. I’m glad that someone might have my back. But for now –“ David formed a black, unstable orb in his hand and showed it to Austin. “-I got feeling that we don’t want to let everything escalate to the point that we need to run. We should subdue Bubbles over there.” He said, while pointing at Eli. “I can ‘neutralize’ gravity around him, or hit him with the force of a professionally thrown baseball. You decide the strategy.” David felt like telling someone your powers wasn’t a good idea, yet. But right now, it felt like Eli was being the fuse to a barrel of gunpowder he didn’t know the size of. He didn’t want to let any other superhumans get hurt because some teen couldn’t stay calm.
Still a part!
Still working on it. I'll try to get it in order as soon as I can. Probably tomorrow.
@Legion02

Well there's also me, cuccoruler and maybe avanhellsing who I have also neglected to check in on in the hopes that the problem would correct itself. Although we never really decided what your character did in the grand scheme of the dark army, which seems like quite the oversight to me right now. So we should probably work that out too.


Well, I'd say Ythreïn is pretty much a vanguard berserker. He commands a small but brutally powerful cult who don't really care about getting hurt (as they often get burned). He himself rides a terrifying dragon. But he has no real ambition (beyond burning).
@Legion02

I'm sorry. I was really hoping that Leslie would come back and I've just neglected to do anything about the problem. Is there anything that you'd like to do? If not I'll come up with something.


Well, am I the only one remaining with an "evil" guy? Cause if so, I'd have no problem with spearheading some unholy fiery crusade of epic destruction and burning or something in that direction.
Am I the only one with an evil character right now awaiting any movement? Because I will be straight with you, I like this RP very much but I would like to start doing things in it...
David Jackson

David didn't seen Austin approach him. But when Austin spoke, a tendril of nebula shot off his back straight towards David's own arm. Readying the particles for whatever purpose. With almost a snap, David turned his head. In a split second he registered the hand. Then he processed the words. Haven survivor David thought, Haven...What a bloody joke that was. As if the government, or the people, would allow us to live that peaceful. The Haven's Marshall's did more good to the Superhuman cause than the village ever could. But still, David felt sympathy. When Haven was bombed, David watched it on the news. The forums were burning because of the attack. Many superhumans wanted retaliation for it. Others said that superhumans should play the bigger guy, and somehow continue to talk with the people and the government. But everyone was struck by the loss of Haven.

"I'm sorry for what happened there." David answered to the kid. The black nebula receded back when he shook Austin's hand. "David Jackson. ORB-survivor." He said 'ORB-survivor' as if it was nothing big. But he was imprisoned there for 19 years. "So...do you know where we are? I don't recognize it."
You're probably right. Sorry, I'll give it all a better shot tomorrow.
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