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happy new year!! may 2019 be a good one for everyone ^^
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Lord Wraith earned his type today.
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and so the community, united by one man's war against them, returns to warring against itself
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Finished it! I was actually in the process of writing it when you posted but got distracted by magic tricks on Youtube so was a bit late x)
"That's the spirit, kid," said Jun proudly, a sly smile on his face -- or at least, it was on his face before the set of Fire Nation armor landed near his feet. His reaction strangely mirrored Jin's with a childish, "Ew."
He'd only had to wear a Fire Nation uniform once before and that was to sneak in on the firebending lessons in the military base; he swore never to again. It was too clunky, inflexible, and trying to swing a sword in it was horrible. Jun sighed, knowing he had no choice in the matter, ruffling the kid's hair with a, "Sorry, guess we have to wear them."
"Where are we going and where are we placing the charges?" he asked Beardy. "And considering we're taking Kid along, we can't really complain about the Fire Nation liking their baby soldiers."
Sensing an opportunity, Suyin rocked her chair towards the wall, hitting her head against it with a bit more force than intended; however, it did get the job done, displacing her heir's crown from her ponytail and sliding it down her back into her bound hands. Father's survival training was useful for something, then. she thought, sawing through the ropes with the sharp edge of the fire emblem. Almost... almost...
There! In one swift move her bindings loosened and she pulled her spare throwing knife out of her boot from where she had been using it to scratch an itch. Cutting through Sen's was easier than expected and the chi blocker leapt into action, pigtails a-twirling in irritation. If there was one thing Suyin knew Sen to hate it was being trapped.
Around the same time, her faithful soldier and part-time bodyguard Lee charged to the girls' defense, blocking a flurry of attacks from the pirate almost ready to turn and recapture them. The swordsman bought them enough time to get back on their feet and Sen slipped behind him with a few well-placed jabs to the kidneys. All three -- Suyin, Sen and Lee -- backed up closer to the single exit from the room defensively as the archer grabbed her bow. "Tactical retreat!" she shouted.
As good as her squad was, they couldn't take out a team of equally -- if not better -- skilled pirates on their home turf; especially when they had long range and destructive soldiers on their side -- a small room like the one they were trapped in would be a nightmare.
He'd only had to wear a Fire Nation uniform once before and that was to sneak in on the firebending lessons in the military base; he swore never to again. It was too clunky, inflexible, and trying to swing a sword in it was horrible. Jun sighed, knowing he had no choice in the matter, ruffling the kid's hair with a, "Sorry, guess we have to wear them."
"Where are we going and where are we placing the charges?" he asked Beardy. "And considering we're taking Kid along, we can't really complain about the Fire Nation liking their baby soldiers."
Sensing an opportunity, Suyin rocked her chair towards the wall, hitting her head against it with a bit more force than intended; however, it did get the job done, displacing her heir's crown from her ponytail and sliding it down her back into her bound hands. Father's survival training was useful for something, then. she thought, sawing through the ropes with the sharp edge of the fire emblem. Almost... almost...
There! In one swift move her bindings loosened and she pulled her spare throwing knife out of her boot from where she had been using it to scratch an itch. Cutting through Sen's was easier than expected and the chi blocker leapt into action, pigtails a-twirling in irritation. If there was one thing Suyin knew Sen to hate it was being trapped.
Around the same time, her faithful soldier and part-time bodyguard Lee charged to the girls' defense, blocking a flurry of attacks from the pirate almost ready to turn and recapture them. The swordsman bought them enough time to get back on their feet and Sen slipped behind him with a few well-placed jabs to the kidneys. All three -- Suyin, Sen and Lee -- backed up closer to the single exit from the room defensively as the archer grabbed her bow. "Tactical retreat!" she shouted.
As good as her squad was, they couldn't take out a team of equally -- if not better -- skilled pirates on their home turf; especially when they had long range and destructive soldiers on their side -- a small room like the one they were trapped in would be a nightmare.
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Also interested in this ^^
Siobhan raised an eyebrow in an 'are you sure' gesture but otherwise followed Kyle dutifully. She was meant to be the fearless Gryffindor, not him! As they left the classroom, "Alistair talks about Malfoy a lot. Calls him a... y'know, I probably shouldn't say that in polite company." While not exactly the right time to ponder it as they were on a life-or-death spying mission, she wondered about the politics of Slytherin. It seemed like Maggie McCarthy was at the centre of a huge love-hexagon (not even close to a triangle) and she figured it had something to do with the only other viable girls being Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson.
The hall was empty and, much to her surprise, they hadn't gone into a classroom like she had thought given that there were no others nearby on the corridor. Ah. Stairs. Sneakily, she took the first few creaking steps, hoping very much that the sixth years weren't still at the top of them.
The hall was empty and, much to her surprise, they hadn't gone into a classroom like she had thought given that there were no others nearby on the corridor. Ah. Stairs. Sneakily, she took the first few creaking steps, hoping very much that the sixth years weren't still at the top of them.
Finished!
NAME: Oscar “Ozzy” Drummond
AGE: 33 (233)
ETHNICITY/BIRTHPLACE:
Born in Glasgow, Scotland but emigrated to Australia as a young child. Returned to Britain at age 18.
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
A fairly intimidating man standing at 6'4”. His bulky physique is a remnant from lost sporting days as a young rugby player in high school but he has maintained it well. He seems fairly unkempt, sporting stubble and having long red hair that seems as if it's in need of a good brush. Though he is ageing (and it is starting to show) he is still traditionally handsome with a chiselled jaw and long, straight nose.
PERSONALITY:
Smart-talking, loud and confident, Oscar is everything you can expect an ex-political journalist to be. His false smiles are the best around and indistinguishable from the real ones. Among friends he was known as funny, an extrovert; however, there was always a warning that accompanied it – he's often too aggressive for his own good.
BIOGRAPHY:
Most of Oscar's childhood was spent travelling, first from Scotland to Australia then on month-long holidays across the globe with his mother and step-father, a diplomat and a businessman. Despite the “fun” of such a lifestyle that continued up until age fifteen, he did miss out on making real, solid connections and friends during his long absences from school though there was never a problem with loneliness – he was too confident for that. In some respects he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth with a family that could afford tutors for the subjects he was interested in and a life in which he never wanted for anything.
After attending university back in Britain for journalism and politics, he decided to stay in the country to pursue an 'easy' career writing for a trashy women's magazine under a pen-name. Soon this graduated to a column in the local and then national newspapers, a platform for him to get onto the TV at age 27, even if the channel wasn't a largely important one. He forged a name for himself and had everything; a cushy apartment, fancy car... but he made some mistakes, too, including his short travesty of a marriage to a fellow journalist that ended by adultery on both parts.
Shortly before being frozen, however, Oscar quit his job for reasons the public barely speculated on, more preoccupied with the oncoming apocalypse. He became an Internet conspiracy nut and a fairly popular figure in the media, though it was all just a persona to make money. In all honesty, it was a particularly scathing piece about the project that led to him being chosen, perhaps to reassure his followers that there was still hope. He was one of those lied to, given promises of testing and being told nothing about cryogenics until he was already in the facility and couldn't do anything.
OLD WORLD PROFESSION:
Political Journalist & TV Personality – charismatic, talkative and easy to get along with as he has been well trained in the art of small talk from interviews. Observant at the same time from catching politicians out on their woolly wording. Rarely succumbs to panic as doing so live would be a career-ending mistake. Knows a lot about history, especially with regards to politics and can recite lots of information about the leaders of world countries circa 1800s onwards with their regimes.
OTHER:
– Takes an interest in the linguistics and dead languages of the world so in addition to speaking English he is also fluent in Latin, Gaelic and conversational German.
– Owned a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro which he will never, not ever stop talking about.
– Secretly read (and liked) cheesy romance novels during his stint writing for a women's magazine.
SAMPLE POST:
Oscar didn't bother trying to resist as he was 'guided' forcefully to his capsule, hands held tightly behind his back. It was subtle enough so that the other prisoners-slash-volunteers wouldn't notice and panic, but it didn't do anything for his peace of mind – he wasn't a criminal, he just didn't want to be launched out in the great beyond where only God knew what could happen to him. They could have just as easily found a willing sap to take his place, but no; they needed a very vocal sceptic to be sealed up in a chamber like some modern caveman entombed in ice just to prove how
As the cramped tube – smaller than he had imagined – began to freeze over, he purposefully focused on nothing but his perfectly justified anger, keeping the passionate flame hatred for everything government alive even as his fingertips began to numb, then his limbs, then his face. Eventually he felt the protective embrace of sleep clawing at him but his last thought was not of how angry the people of tomorrow would be when he woke to tell his story as he expected. It was of Lillian, living the rest of her life out on solid ground with whatever men she liked – and left him more enraged than his current situation did.
NAME: Oscar “Ozzy” Drummond
AGE: 33 (233)
ETHNICITY/BIRTHPLACE:
Born in Glasgow, Scotland but emigrated to Australia as a young child. Returned to Britain at age 18.
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
A fairly intimidating man standing at 6'4”. His bulky physique is a remnant from lost sporting days as a young rugby player in high school but he has maintained it well. He seems fairly unkempt, sporting stubble and having long red hair that seems as if it's in need of a good brush. Though he is ageing (and it is starting to show) he is still traditionally handsome with a chiselled jaw and long, straight nose.
PERSONALITY:
Smart-talking, loud and confident, Oscar is everything you can expect an ex-political journalist to be. His false smiles are the best around and indistinguishable from the real ones. Among friends he was known as funny, an extrovert; however, there was always a warning that accompanied it – he's often too aggressive for his own good.
BIOGRAPHY:
Most of Oscar's childhood was spent travelling, first from Scotland to Australia then on month-long holidays across the globe with his mother and step-father, a diplomat and a businessman. Despite the “fun” of such a lifestyle that continued up until age fifteen, he did miss out on making real, solid connections and friends during his long absences from school though there was never a problem with loneliness – he was too confident for that. In some respects he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth with a family that could afford tutors for the subjects he was interested in and a life in which he never wanted for anything.
After attending university back in Britain for journalism and politics, he decided to stay in the country to pursue an 'easy' career writing for a trashy women's magazine under a pen-name. Soon this graduated to a column in the local and then national newspapers, a platform for him to get onto the TV at age 27, even if the channel wasn't a largely important one. He forged a name for himself and had everything; a cushy apartment, fancy car... but he made some mistakes, too, including his short travesty of a marriage to a fellow journalist that ended by adultery on both parts.
Shortly before being frozen, however, Oscar quit his job for reasons the public barely speculated on, more preoccupied with the oncoming apocalypse. He became an Internet conspiracy nut and a fairly popular figure in the media, though it was all just a persona to make money. In all honesty, it was a particularly scathing piece about the project that led to him being chosen, perhaps to reassure his followers that there was still hope. He was one of those lied to, given promises of testing and being told nothing about cryogenics until he was already in the facility and couldn't do anything.
OLD WORLD PROFESSION:
Political Journalist & TV Personality – charismatic, talkative and easy to get along with as he has been well trained in the art of small talk from interviews. Observant at the same time from catching politicians out on their woolly wording. Rarely succumbs to panic as doing so live would be a career-ending mistake. Knows a lot about history, especially with regards to politics and can recite lots of information about the leaders of world countries circa 1800s onwards with their regimes.
OTHER:
– Takes an interest in the linguistics and dead languages of the world so in addition to speaking English he is also fluent in Latin, Gaelic and conversational German.
– Owned a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro which he will never, not ever stop talking about.
– Secretly read (and liked) cheesy romance novels during his stint writing for a women's magazine.
SAMPLE POST:
Oscar didn't bother trying to resist as he was 'guided' forcefully to his capsule, hands held tightly behind his back. It was subtle enough so that the other prisoners-slash-volunteers wouldn't notice and panic, but it didn't do anything for his peace of mind – he wasn't a criminal, he just didn't want to be launched out in the great beyond where only God knew what could happen to him. They could have just as easily found a willing sap to take his place, but no; they needed a very vocal sceptic to be sealed up in a chamber like some modern caveman entombed in ice just to prove how
As the cramped tube – smaller than he had imagined – began to freeze over, he purposefully focused on nothing but his perfectly justified anger, keeping the passionate flame hatred for everything government alive even as his fingertips began to numb, then his limbs, then his face. Eventually he felt the protective embrace of sleep clawing at him but his last thought was not of how angry the people of tomorrow would be when he woke to tell his story as he expected. It was of Lillian, living the rest of her life out on solid ground with whatever men she liked – and left him more enraged than his current situation did.
Lennart hummed absently to himself as he stood as far away from the crowd as possible against one of the wooden walls, fiddling with the engraved flute stuck in his pocket. Keuruu was so much nicer than his home island, the base luxurious in comparison with its electricity. Even after the years he had worked there he was still amazed by how very modern it all was.
When he had been kept behind after his scouting duties one morning, he hadn't known what to expect. Had his teammates complained about him? Was he to be send back to Lake Saimaa, possibly forever? No -- it had turned out he was being allowed the opportunity of a lifetime, an experience wherein he would venture outside the designated safe zones, not as a scout but as the Mage he was. Of course he had graciously accepted. Why wouldn't he?
The buzz of the crowd he was only just paying attention to for a few seconds died down and he looked up and away from his feet to see a particularly short woman -- shorter than he was! -- standing on a stool. Her voice was rather loud, and he managed to make out the words 'Nordic Council Expedition'... whoa, that sounded important, prestigious even.
Oh. It was his group. Oh. Striding bashfully over towards the woman, Lennart stood behind her, hands in his pockets to prevent any unwanted handshakes. "Hi!" he said simply with an overabundance of cheer. He let it hang in the air for a moment before realising he ought to continue. "I'm Lennart." He tugged nervously at his handmade scarf, dark pink in colour.
It is! *spooky noises play*
Also it's to do with the weather. Taking huge liberties with mythology but oh well x)
Also it's to do with the weather. Taking huge liberties with mythology but oh well x)
Nope, it's all good! I'll work on my post in the morning cos I'm dead tired.
Whoa that's a good idea. Wish I'd thought of it heheh.
We should let the whole team get captured first since I've already posted :P
We should let the whole team get captured first since I've already posted :P
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