Hope everyone is heading into a good Easter weekend! I probably won't be around at all for the majority of it but I'm looking forward to resuming our regularly scheduled programming next week.
Lord Wraith
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Reluctantly retired roleplayer.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.
Except when I'm not.
Why are you here when you should be writing posts?
You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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Thank you for letting me know ❤️ You’re a beautiful writer, so please feel free to pop back in if you ever have the urge to. c:
Appreciate that and I will keep it in mind!
As y'all may have noticed my posts have kind of vanished at this point. Well its sort of because of good news because I've been accepted to do research/serve as a visiting professor in Saint Petersburg this summer at Saint Petersburg State University. Because of that though things have been really hectic around here as I get ready for that. So unfortunately because of this and of uncertainty because of the quality of Russian Internet which can be very spotty, I do not think I will be able to complete the season here. I might return in the future but it would be unfair for me to hold onto characters that others could use if they so desire.
Thanks y'all for the opportunity though and writing in these games is always a pleasure.
Sounds like congratulations are in order. Sad to see you go but I wish you all the best with your new opportunities. You'll be welcome to return should your time and internet become more stable.
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7 yrs ago
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I'm sorry but I think I'm going to formally leave this RP. Thank you for the chance to participate and all the best continuing forward!
Billy post delayed 24 hours.
Picked up a case of food poisoning this weekend. I'm hoping to have it together again tomorrow.
That's rough, hope it clears without too much trouble!
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________________________________ The greatest risks require a few ill-advised actions ________________________________
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Location: New Lilith - New Hampshire
Post #7.01: A Vigilante Cometh
Interaction(s): None
Previously: Be Somebody
The stray bullets flew down the seemingly abandoned alley as the gunshots echoed loudly through the cold, foggy night air. Beads of sweat dotted Toretto’s forehead as he gripped the heavy weapon tightly with his free hand, keeping it aloft as he pointed it from the fire escape above the alley to either rooftop. Breathing heavily, he kept his other hand tightly over the woman’s mouth, the panicked breath from her flared nostrils felt hot against his bare skin.
Suddenly the shadows moved as the man jumped, spinning around on one heel as he raised the weapon again, letting off a barrage of shots. The gunfire echoed in the stillness of the night followed by the ricochet of steel as the bullets collided with the nearby dumpster. Instinctively ducking, the man looked around, pulling the trigger again only to relax slightly as the shot missed a scurrying raccoon that had emerged from the shadows.
“Let her go.”
Toretto jumped as the gravelly voice caught him off guard. Spinning around, he held the gun outwards only for an armoured hand to wrap around his wrist, twisting it upwards as the snap was muffled by another gunshot ringing out. Crying out in pain, Toretto relaxed his other hand momentarily only for the woman to see her opportunity. Biting down on the hand restraining her, Toretto was forced to release his hostage as he pulled his hand away.
“Run.”
The hooded figure ordered as the woman gladly obliged. Turning back towards Toretto, the vigilante twisted the wrist further as the welcome sound of the gun clattering to the ground echoed through the alley. The other man smiled beneath his mask before his free arm shot forward, an armoured hand wrapping around Toretto’s throat before lifting him into the air.
“W-w-what do you want?” Toretto managed to stammer.
“I want to talk about your employer.” The hooded vigilante growled. “I want to talk about Chimera.”
“I can’t! They’ll kill me.” Toretto protested as the vigilante spun him through the air before slamming the larger man against the alley wall.
“What makes you think I won’t?” He roared back as Toretto began to laugh. It was a sad laugh, devoid of any actual amusement instead laced with resignment towards the situation at hand.
“I know your game, the whole city knows your game.” Toretto spat, “You’re nothing but a cosplayer, riding the coattails of actual heroes from thirty years ago.” He taunted, smiling as his hooded assailant tightened his grip around Toretto’s neck. “I’ll take my chances with you.”
“I’ll make you wish you were dead.” The vigilante growled before delivering a blow to the man’s face. Hurling Toretto across the alley, the vigilante rushed forward, stomping on the downed man’s knee as a loud cracking sound reverberated between the pair of tall walls. Crying out in pain, Toretto spat a wad of blood onto the cobblestone ground as he looked up at the other man.
“Well fuckin’ come on then, that’s all you got?”
“Where did the truck go?” The vigilante asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Toretto retorted only for the other man to press his boot down on top of his supporting hand. A single ‘pop’ was all it took for Toretto to know his thumb had just been broken, biting his lip to fight back the pain.
“Where!”
“Go fuck yourself.” A series of pops echoed in Toretto’s ears as he lost his index finger.
“Where!” The figure repeated as Toretto replied only by shaking his head. In response, he felt the pain of his middle finger breaking, quickly followed by ring finger and pinkie and numerous other bones throughout his hand.
“California!” He screamed, “The truck went to fuckin’ Santa Celia!” Toretto exclaimed as the pain finally broke the man. Stepping back, the vigilante turned to leave, pausing as Toretto called after him.
“You can’t stop them, you can’t do anything,” He yelled towards the vigilante, “Who do you think you fuckin’ are?” Toretto laughed between sobs trying to cradle his broken hand as he lifted his broken wrist towards it. Turning back, the vigilante's glowing eyes peered at Toretto from beneath the hood as his raspy voice filled the alley.
“I’m the justice you can’t run from.”
Suddenly the shadows moved as the man jumped, spinning around on one heel as he raised the weapon again, letting off a barrage of shots. The gunfire echoed in the stillness of the night followed by the ricochet of steel as the bullets collided with the nearby dumpster. Instinctively ducking, the man looked around, pulling the trigger again only to relax slightly as the shot missed a scurrying raccoon that had emerged from the shadows.
“Let her go.”
Toretto jumped as the gravelly voice caught him off guard. Spinning around, he held the gun outwards only for an armoured hand to wrap around his wrist, twisting it upwards as the snap was muffled by another gunshot ringing out. Crying out in pain, Toretto relaxed his other hand momentarily only for the woman to see her opportunity. Biting down on the hand restraining her, Toretto was forced to release his hostage as he pulled his hand away.
“Run.”
The hooded figure ordered as the woman gladly obliged. Turning back towards Toretto, the vigilante twisted the wrist further as the welcome sound of the gun clattering to the ground echoed through the alley. The other man smiled beneath his mask before his free arm shot forward, an armoured hand wrapping around Toretto’s throat before lifting him into the air.
“W-w-what do you want?” Toretto managed to stammer.
“I want to talk about your employer.” The hooded vigilante growled. “I want to talk about Chimera.”
“I can’t! They’ll kill me.” Toretto protested as the vigilante spun him through the air before slamming the larger man against the alley wall.
“What makes you think I won’t?” He roared back as Toretto began to laugh. It was a sad laugh, devoid of any actual amusement instead laced with resignment towards the situation at hand.
“I know your game, the whole city knows your game.” Toretto spat, “You’re nothing but a cosplayer, riding the coattails of actual heroes from thirty years ago.” He taunted, smiling as his hooded assailant tightened his grip around Toretto’s neck. “I’ll take my chances with you.”
“I’ll make you wish you were dead.” The vigilante growled before delivering a blow to the man’s face. Hurling Toretto across the alley, the vigilante rushed forward, stomping on the downed man’s knee as a loud cracking sound reverberated between the pair of tall walls. Crying out in pain, Toretto spat a wad of blood onto the cobblestone ground as he looked up at the other man.
“Well fuckin’ come on then, that’s all you got?”
“Where did the truck go?” The vigilante asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Toretto retorted only for the other man to press his boot down on top of his supporting hand. A single ‘pop’ was all it took for Toretto to know his thumb had just been broken, biting his lip to fight back the pain.
“Where!”
“Go fuck yourself.” A series of pops echoed in Toretto’s ears as he lost his index finger.
“Where!” The figure repeated as Toretto replied only by shaking his head. In response, he felt the pain of his middle finger breaking, quickly followed by ring finger and pinkie and numerous other bones throughout his hand.
“California!” He screamed, “The truck went to fuckin’ Santa Celia!” Toretto exclaimed as the pain finally broke the man. Stepping back, the vigilante turned to leave, pausing as Toretto called after him.
“You can’t stop them, you can’t do anything,” He yelled towards the vigilante, “Who do you think you fuckin’ are?” Toretto laughed between sobs trying to cradle his broken hand as he lifted his broken wrist towards it. Turning back, the vigilante's glowing eyes peered at Toretto from beneath the hood as his raspy voice filled the alley.
“I’m the justice you can’t run from.”
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