LordofthePies

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

xD

Just met him, don't think I'm ready for him to die just yet :P

'Project:Melas' - Millenial Fracture (Dark Sci-fi, Fantasy)

I'm well aware that they don't match, that's why I'd appreciate what you'd consider applicable. I don't want a bad character sheet, it just messes everything up. @RyuShura

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

6 More In-Game Days and it'll be my birthday again. Funny how that works

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Aro danced on a fence as loud music blared from the speaker in her pocket. Tonight was a nice day, the nose-biting cold was just enough to warrant a light jacket, but not cold enough for a real coat. She was snug her her plush vest and she pulled it closer as she spun. Aro hopped off the fence, the Eurobeat in her pocket playing loud enough to fill the silent street. She playfully jumped around the street to the beat of the music, doing an occasional spin to check her surroundings. If there was one thing that would definitely ruin her party, it would be getting mugged.

Aro spun again, her black hair whipping her in the face when she suddenly stopped to keep dancing down the street. She saw a small black cat wrapped in what looked like loose kite string. She turned down her tunes so it became subtle background music. She quietly made her way to the cat and picked it up. It made a small fuss, but it was stuck and clearly wanted help. She gently pulled on the string that was preventing the feline from walking. It was pretty tight, she'd need scissors. Of course, she could use her knife, but she didn't want to hurt the little thing.

"Oh you poor thing, all caught up it seems," Aro purred to the cat before making her way to the nearest business. It was closer than any home she had claimed for the night. Besides, she didn't own scissors. Her new goal was to free this cat. Hopefully, when she let it go, it wouldn't be dumb enough to get stuck again.

'Project:Melas' - Millenial Fracture (Dark Sci-fi, Fantasy)

@RyuShura Pssst, tell me if mine is acceptable so I can move on to the other things

Chaos Theory

Alexander quickly read through the message and looked towards Brady. "Subjects 18901937 and 46584354 are back. I know that means nothing to you now, but the both of them are very important to us. Their names are Elias Carter and Tiponi Camacho, and the bureau thinks they're related to high levels of paranormal activity and might be a cause."

"And you're telling me because?"

"Because that's your new task. Pull up anything you can on them. If they're back, we need to watch them. The bureau wants us to catch them, but scout them out first so we know what we're dealing with. Especially since they may be related Suzie Moore case," Brady gave a small nod, boredom written all over his face. Alex gave the boy a small glare before looking up some things on the two himself. It's not that he didn't trust Brady to do his job, it's just he didn't trust him to do a good job.

Alexander typed away, pulling up several pages of information. The only thing he seemed to find after roughly 20 minutes of looking is what car they were driving. Nothing crazy, but it was extremely useful if they were going to track the pair.

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Ronan sat in his usual alley, chewing on a toothpick. He had seen those beggars go after a 10 euro after a not so happy looking man threw it at them. He would take it. To him, at this point, it didn't matter about the money. What mattered was the image. He needed people to be scared of him. To throw what he asked for at his feet, terror in their eyes. He would let them keep the money for now. He wanted them to be happy with themselves. Only so that he could take that happiness and smash it into the ground. Ronan might even come back later and rip whatever they had bought with it, probably food, out of their hands. Those two weren't aware of the danger lurking right next to them. For all they knew, he was probably a drug dealer, if anything. He was too well dressed to be much of anything else. Either that or he was a rich person screwing around in the wrong place.

Ronan decided he would let them keep the euro, for now anyway. Hell, he might even let them have it. That is, if he felt the same when he came back to visit the pair. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the market. His sister still lived with him, and he still felt a personal responsibility to feed her. She probably wanted soup now that the weather was getting colder. Ronan supposed he would make soup, but in order to do that, he had to go to the market and buy the ingredients.

"Such a chore," Ronan mumbled to himself as he walked away from the alley and into the bright afternoon. The sky was gray, the way he liked it. Soon it would snow. The world would be dark and dead. He preferred the winter over the summer. All of the flowers, bright colors and bright lights were almost always too much for him. And the bugs. Ronan wished all the bugs either left him alone or died off completely, but the rational part of his mind knew that the latter would be impossible without huge environmental impacts. Not that he cared much for the environment, of course.

The Burning of Volstryggr

"I'm glad at least one of us is checking up on her. And yes, I would appreciate your company." Valvius sat down on the lip of the cooling forge, the heat warming his back.

"When would we go?" Val looked away from the sword and towards the ground, contemplating. Tomorrow would be the best time, he supposed. It was said to be warmer, and maybe if the snow didn't freeze overnight, the trip would be safer and less taxing. He was glad Renal offered to accompany him, he probably would've kept delaying if he didn't have someone with him. With the knowledge that his friend would be by his side, Valvius felt more confident about going outside. Besides, on the way back he could maybe even go to the market. Or he could go beforehand and get her a present. He assumed she still had a fascination with horses, that was something he never thought she would grow out of. Maybe it was finally time to get back in touch with his sister. Maybe even stay outside for longer than an hour. Maybe.

@Ithradine

'Project:Melas' - Millenial Fracture (Dark Sci-fi, Fantasy)

That should be better, @RyuShura

Surviving The Zombie Apocalypse RP

I can GM, but you'll have to be my co ;p