My apologies to responding to a PM late. My PC has been...a bitch the past few days, long story short.
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I like RP and RP Accessories.
Not new to RP, new to RPGuild, from canons to OC's, I like it all. I like to fight, I like to plan, I like to random, and I like people in general.
Shoot me a PM at anytime, I'm quick to respond and I like to think I'm a swell fellow when not angry.
Not new to RP, new to RPGuild, from canons to OC's, I like it all. I like to fight, I like to plan, I like to random, and I like people in general.
Shoot me a PM at anytime, I'm quick to respond and I like to think I'm a swell fellow when not angry.
Most Recent Posts
...Again, Done. My mistake.
Done and Donner @Decoy
Insert 'Anyone wanna go a round' here, 'cus I am up to it lately and Forum posting would work QUITE a bit for me atm.
...Am I too late and is Steer acceptable if he keeps things, as I can have him, normal/mid tier with powers/abilities?
Steer:
{Tremors.}
One minute the beast was there, the next...he wasnt, but Steer did not know that, not one bit. He had ran further to his left and further, unimpeded in this at the moment and fully taking advantage of it as he did. Distance from such a big thing was good after all, especially when you were getting things 'running' and said running things were being built upon. At one point though, he finally stopped and whirled himself so his back plopped against a tree, breathing before inhaling a breath of air through his nose and standing quiet. Beast...that was right, a big one at that, possibly or possibly not a 'Ancient Mutant' and...Breath could give Steer, no matter how far he was, away. Sweat to, anything that smelled and it was now more then ever did Steer mentally chastise himself for his very stupid way of handling this but...he also deliberately let his fear take over him.
It helped in it's own way, as evident by the black aura growing out and around him but mostly in his gun. It seemed to warp lightly, change in an instant and take on the shape of something more advances. From hunting rifle to something that looked like one of the better M series US rifles (fixed with a bayonet of course) but not taking on a completely specific mold. Lips lick, face as pale as it was going to get, Steer exhaled that breath of air, feeling his heart pound in his chest loudly, focusing on that fear, that one thing that usually would be a hinderance to people, but for Steer? It was a might potent weapon when used right.
"...I dont suppose negotiations and an apology is in order is it?"
Who the hell was he kidding? He was possibly gonna be a meal. Still...that did not stop the area around Steer from somewhat changing, oddly enough. A light feeling of icy cold took over, and something not exactly natural as well. Something dark, squirming and overall BAD, as if it came from the pit of hell itself. Steer was aware but unsure of this to a degree. Different emotions acted different way for different people, and Fear, well, to Steer, it was almost Demonic how it could get to someone so easily.
@Griffintaur
{Tremors.}
One minute the beast was there, the next...he wasnt, but Steer did not know that, not one bit. He had ran further to his left and further, unimpeded in this at the moment and fully taking advantage of it as he did. Distance from such a big thing was good after all, especially when you were getting things 'running' and said running things were being built upon. At one point though, he finally stopped and whirled himself so his back plopped against a tree, breathing before inhaling a breath of air through his nose and standing quiet. Beast...that was right, a big one at that, possibly or possibly not a 'Ancient Mutant' and...Breath could give Steer, no matter how far he was, away. Sweat to, anything that smelled and it was now more then ever did Steer mentally chastise himself for his very stupid way of handling this but...he also deliberately let his fear take over him.
It helped in it's own way, as evident by the black aura growing out and around him but mostly in his gun. It seemed to warp lightly, change in an instant and take on the shape of something more advances. From hunting rifle to something that looked like one of the better M series US rifles (fixed with a bayonet of course) but not taking on a completely specific mold. Lips lick, face as pale as it was going to get, Steer exhaled that breath of air, feeling his heart pound in his chest loudly, focusing on that fear, that one thing that usually would be a hinderance to people, but for Steer? It was a might potent weapon when used right.
"...I dont suppose negotiations and an apology is in order is it?"
Who the hell was he kidding? He was possibly gonna be a meal. Still...that did not stop the area around Steer from somewhat changing, oddly enough. A light feeling of icy cold took over, and something not exactly natural as well. Something dark, squirming and overall BAD, as if it came from the pit of hell itself. Steer was aware but unsure of this to a degree. Different emotions acted different way for different people, and Fear, well, to Steer, it was almost Demonic how it could get to someone so easily.
@Griffintaur
Steer:
{The Bird and the Mammal.}
"Fuck..."
Steer heard the words and he heard the other thing; a very distinct cry of battle. Fucking hell.
"I HOPE YOU KNOW, UNLESS YOU KILL/EAT ME I AINT GONNA DO SQUAT TO TRY TO KILL YOU!"
The words were shouted, little did they matter. Blue eyes flared as Chi was willed and directed towards them. Unnatural 'flows of energy', manipulations upon reality both unnatural and natural could be viewed with this buff and in time, Steer figured it would serve him well if things went to utter hell. Second was almost ironic in a way 'Embrace your fear', yeah, if Steer wasn't sweating up a storm he would laugh at the irony of it all...but he did allow a quivering little smirk to form on his face. If only the beast knew...
"Guh..."
The shockwaves did rattle him to the core and make him stumble a bit behind his tree (because yeah, when he heard the roar and soaring noises, yeah he ran like a motherfucker) but...he had to wonder, no, he had to think. Brow furrowed, frowning, he looked at his surroundings and he took in the image of what he saw flying before he ran. Teeth grit lightly, he nodded to himself. He had a plan. There was the distinct sound of a gun being shifted and if the beast looked he'd see the barrel and body of the gun peeking and pointing out. The distinct clap of the rifle went off as another black bullet flew through the air and attempted to hit the beast square in the…wherever. He was a big fellow and if the bullet connected? Well…Fuck all if Steer knew but it’d do something, right? That’s why the beast was so pissed at him to begin with (or so Steer thought, sadly)!
However, he wasn’t done! As soon as he shot he was off from his hiding spot and somewhere else, though not without leaving something within his wake. Chi Manipulation came into play, a gray outline began forming around his person and part of it shot off in the simplest version of a literal gray orb. Softball sized, it flew through the air in a curveball sort of fashion, seeking to bash into the beast, to what affect, he didn’t know, but if it did impact the usual sort of thing from Chi could be expected; a good amount of physical force and heat, nothing to incredible but a good impact and oomph if all went well, not a whole lot else. In the process, Steer began running from where he had flung both offenses from. Towards his left trying to keep moving and not staying in one spot. Ignorance of the creatures abilities sort of made him blind…but a black outline began forming about his normal Chi.
Fear COULD be a good weapon, after all.
@Griffintaur
{The Bird and the Mammal.}
"Fuck..."
Steer heard the words and he heard the other thing; a very distinct cry of battle. Fucking hell.
"I HOPE YOU KNOW, UNLESS YOU KILL/EAT ME I AINT GONNA DO SQUAT TO TRY TO KILL YOU!"
The words were shouted, little did they matter. Blue eyes flared as Chi was willed and directed towards them. Unnatural 'flows of energy', manipulations upon reality both unnatural and natural could be viewed with this buff and in time, Steer figured it would serve him well if things went to utter hell. Second was almost ironic in a way 'Embrace your fear', yeah, if Steer wasn't sweating up a storm he would laugh at the irony of it all...but he did allow a quivering little smirk to form on his face. If only the beast knew...
"Guh..."
The shockwaves did rattle him to the core and make him stumble a bit behind his tree (because yeah, when he heard the roar and soaring noises, yeah he ran like a motherfucker) but...he had to wonder, no, he had to think. Brow furrowed, frowning, he looked at his surroundings and he took in the image of what he saw flying before he ran. Teeth grit lightly, he nodded to himself. He had a plan. There was the distinct sound of a gun being shifted and if the beast looked he'd see the barrel and body of the gun peeking and pointing out. The distinct clap of the rifle went off as another black bullet flew through the air and attempted to hit the beast square in the…wherever. He was a big fellow and if the bullet connected? Well…Fuck all if Steer knew but it’d do something, right? That’s why the beast was so pissed at him to begin with (or so Steer thought, sadly)!
However, he wasn’t done! As soon as he shot he was off from his hiding spot and somewhere else, though not without leaving something within his wake. Chi Manipulation came into play, a gray outline began forming around his person and part of it shot off in the simplest version of a literal gray orb. Softball sized, it flew through the air in a curveball sort of fashion, seeking to bash into the beast, to what affect, he didn’t know, but if it did impact the usual sort of thing from Chi could be expected; a good amount of physical force and heat, nothing to incredible but a good impact and oomph if all went well, not a whole lot else. In the process, Steer began running from where he had flung both offenses from. Towards his left trying to keep moving and not staying in one spot. Ignorance of the creatures abilities sort of made him blind…but a black outline began forming about his normal Chi.
Fear COULD be a good weapon, after all.
@Griffintaur
As much as I am enjoying the soon to be 'this is just a shitty day' situational fight vs Griffintaur thats happening/gonna happen...I'm still open to more fights or so if anyone wants to have a go.
Also...Still would like to tag with Doc against some folks, if anyone is willing.
Also...Still would like to tag with Doc against some folks, if anyone is willing.
It's alright, I honestly wasn't 'feeling' forum posts for a few days myself. IRL>then any RP so, dont ever worry about that kinda stuff when it comes to me.
Steer:
{Black Gryphon Sway.}
"Oh well, that wo-...HOLY CRAP ZOMBIE DEAR!"
Without even thinking, Steer shouldered the gun and fired again at the rising deer. In truth, he did not suspect the creature, many if at all or any (not even mutants, outside of the legendary and rare 'Sleeping Mutants') to have such an ability of telepathy and telekenetics. The words spoken he thought were just low grumbling but audible words and the deer...well, call it a moment of stupidity, which it was, but he shot at it again. Black bullet flying, puncturing flesh muscle and bone easily, the projectile flung and threatened to hit the mighty noble beast AGAIN. Steer realized what happened and those pebbles of sweat formed and slithered down his face at a more rapid pace. Oops, that was not good and second shot literally fired. Gulping, the man tensed up immediately and the feeling about his was strangely a mix of offensive and defensive, lips forming a thin pale line with blue eyes wide open.
In truth? Any other day the Whimsical Martial Artist might of just been on his way with his deer but...One need, even if accidental, a method incidental or not for such an odd fight to begin occurring. Accidents occured frequently, attacks were incidentally flung, and overall? A level of unneeded but at the same time NEEDED hostility was to be formed in the wake. Poor Steer, it was just not his day today.
@Griffintaur
{Black Gryphon Sway.}
"Oh well, that wo-...HOLY CRAP ZOMBIE DEAR!"
Without even thinking, Steer shouldered the gun and fired again at the rising deer. In truth, he did not suspect the creature, many if at all or any (not even mutants, outside of the legendary and rare 'Sleeping Mutants') to have such an ability of telepathy and telekenetics. The words spoken he thought were just low grumbling but audible words and the deer...well, call it a moment of stupidity, which it was, but he shot at it again. Black bullet flying, puncturing flesh muscle and bone easily, the projectile flung and threatened to hit the mighty noble beast AGAIN. Steer realized what happened and those pebbles of sweat formed and slithered down his face at a more rapid pace. Oops, that was not good and second shot literally fired. Gulping, the man tensed up immediately and the feeling about his was strangely a mix of offensive and defensive, lips forming a thin pale line with blue eyes wide open.
In truth? Any other day the Whimsical Martial Artist might of just been on his way with his deer but...One need, even if accidental, a method incidental or not for such an odd fight to begin occurring. Accidents occured frequently, attacks were incidentally flung, and overall? A level of unneeded but at the same time NEEDED hostility was to be formed in the wake. Poor Steer, it was just not his day today.
@Griffintaur
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