Major Ursa

Overtale

Give me a few, I plan to post today.

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

@bluetommy2He can still rest in peregrines, there is no shame in it.

Ellion: ._. *comes to Garland on the back of a giant bird*
Garland: "What the--"
Ellion: *starts throwing peregrines at the young man* e_e
Garland: D:< *throws birds back at the older man*
Falcons: *accept this as their lot in life*
Alerie: *comes in, sees a falcon throwing fight* o_o "O-oh..." *leaves*

And if you want to make it gay...
Ellion: ._. *comes to Garland on the back of a giant bird*
Garland: "What the--"
Ellion: *starts throwing roosters at the young man* e_e
Garland: D:< *throws birds back at the older man*
Roosters: *are smacked at each other quite passionately*
Alerie: *comes in, sees a cock fight* o///o "O-oh...my...!" * blushes and leaves*

And nobody questions the giant falcon. The end.

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

@bluetommy2
Oh man, it sure was.
Poor Garland, may he rest in peregrines.

An Undertale-based RP?

^ BUMP

LostTale

If thar be no further people joining...I'll start at seven days old.

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

Finally made that intro post. Let me know if anything should be added/removed/changed/clarified.

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

Willamar “Will” Shriver | 8:00PM | London Pub

It has started just a few days ago, that is, the itchiness. The discomfort of it had been largely ignored till is faded, as for actual treatment, some of the students’ papers were capturing his attentions. The man known at Willamar Shiver just couldn’t tear himself away. With Cross Academy’s curriculum...all the students, over time, came to be very well versed, articulated in the subject matters brought up in class, and he could proudly say that this reflected in their penned essays. Maybe in a shorter time than anticipated, his role of instructor would become entirely redundant to this class. In reading, grading these one by one in the past week, it had been needlessly careless…but he had simply forgotten.

The headaches started setting in earlier this morning.

Loosening the dark long-tie from his neck in the dimness of the pub, his white cotton dress shirt tinted warmly by the lamp light, and tapping his long fingers along the surface of the worn table...his brandy had been set before him and politely away from the short stack of papers spread out. Smiling at the waiter-girl, Will mouthed a thank you before she had to flee off to help another table, and absently he rubbed his arm, peering down at the amber liquid settled in the glass. Truth be told, a good spot of booze always made him feel a bit better. Such a thing was not even a proper, temporary fix, however...more of a creature comfort, really. Will did not know what sort of creature he could be called; all that he knew was that he was inextricably mortal.

By gods, it had been too long.

Eagerly picking the glass off the table, and bringing it to his nose, he didn’t actually know much about the scent of a good alcohol…but this seemed promising.

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

Man, I most certainly need to make a post today.

The Blessing of a Curse

Name: Dr Daniel Boyer

Age: 31?

Appearance: Light brown hair and eyes, stands just at six feet tall with a lean build, though bad posture loses him and inch or two on a bad day. Has a pair of glasses on usually, can’t see well without them.

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Personality: Quiet and down to business…and what a business to be in, experimenting on children. Once, he could have been called a man with very strong moral ethics. Now, with a rising crime rate to this country, and family threatened…ethics don’t matter so much anymore. The people, the military needed their results, and Dr Boyer would be the one to bring it to them.

Class: Doctor

Weapons/Abilities: Taser, Laser pointer

Other:

Mirai Mall~ Slice of life RP

Tachibana Quint

Tilting his head at her frank words, he nodded, and there almost seemed to be this feel of approval coming off of him when the woman pushed the catalog away. If she was putting all of it in his hands, she was putting a lot of faith in him, and he wasn’t going to fail her. Quint liked to think he was a damned good tailor…time to get serious. Eying her up again, he shook his head and held a halting hand up at her offer of money, “The common misconception is that a suit can’t be done within a week. I can have this done in less than half a week if I have your measurements down, but at the same time, I will need you to come in for a handful of fittings.”

Pulling out a business card from his jacket and sliding it over the surface of the table to her, “After I take your measurements, I can let you into the backroom to see what materials I have brought out based on your specifications. You can call my cellphone number if the deadline changes last minute, or if someone else might be picking up your suit. At this point I can’t offer alternative payment plans for the suit, but layaway is an option if you don’t have a deadline.”

Reaching out to check the material of her sleeve…no frays, he deftly pulled out a pair of scissors from behind the desk to cut a loose string, but besides that everything looked fine. Damn, what time was it? Blinking down at the counter, “Now, if everything is settled,” Cracking the knuckles of some tired hands, and letting out a yawn into a palm, Quint gave Hanako a faint smile, “Think you can let me go? Let me get to my lunch break?”

@l0ck0n