mickilennial

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

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“Always be smarter. Inquisitors are insidious and will not hesitate.”

Lasiseia's mothers words in her head seemed to taunt her. The brown-haired woman hadn’t been struck by an enemy in any meaningful way in weeks. Maybe months. She had mistook the tall woman’s hesitation for cowardice and as a result had been sent back into an old oak tree, causing the bark to splinter upon impact. Pain surged in her body as she noticed other members of the backline seem to spring to her defense as the one’s in the frontline gathered their bearings. She had hoped to take one of her enemies out while the lightning girl recovered. She hadn’t been successful.

This became evident as two men seemed to close in on her. One with white hair and the other blonde.

“Look. You’re outnumbered.” The one who smelled of her magic started, “Besides, you know you’ve lost. The spell should be breaking down soon and you are out of birds and whatever else. Just walk away before somebody gets hurt for real.”

Lasiseia gritted her teeth as the magical energies in her magi’s circle seemed to be weakening by the minute. This guy must’ve broken it all down after taking care of the treant. It made sense. He was a malum magi just like she was so he could tell. He could feel the energy she poured into the animals that had done her bidding and ultimately he was close to being right. She did have little left in her bag of tricks and even with her mind cloudy she could understand that much. But she didn’t believe him for a minute that they’d just let her walk away. Not after nearly killing three of their ilk. She wasn’t going to rot in a magi prison.

“Your offer is interesting, if it was remotely true.”

She looked down at her rings on her fingers and began to channel her magic through it as she stood up.

“It’s not a lie.”

And then she paused, looking at the swordsman beside him. “So, you fools are just going to let me walk away. After I almost killed your friends? Who is to say I will not be pursued, or rather, I won't return to finish you weaklings off? After all, you did ruin my perfect ambush on Fasarus.”

Delbrook Academy High School

Well shoot. Looks like that summer of being braindead creatively is just coming back to bite me. Let me know if a spot opens up in here, eh?

@NeoAJ

Couldn't hurt to make a sheet at this point. We still have a few empty seats in the seating chart and I personally can and will vouch for you.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

If Hokum doesn't do a quick reaction I'll do a GM post in the next 24, probably.

Extracriminal

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It was the sort of situation that Meora Voskovec wasn’t used to.

For most of her life, Meora had been her father’s protégé and second-hand. She didn’t really deal with the contracts or other people. She had her target and her role, but it was here in New York City where she would have to make adjustments to what she was used to. The Senior, a mysterious old man—she assumed—detailing who she would be working with, roughly, and where they would be working out of. Was this a permanent situation? Should she have just ignored the message in the first place? Hard gamble. Especially when people who knew her father were starting to end up in body bags. A secure job was a secure job and in the worst case of all scenarios she could just dip.

She had gone over the dossiers, or well, half-of-a-dossiers. Teammates and their skillsets. No real information other than that and their handler. She supposed that the composition of the team made sense despite not knowing exactly what their assignment would be. She was a thief and subterfuge expert and she’d be working alongside extraction specialists, someone skilled with demolitions, and a few others. The easiest conclusion would be theft, but theft on what scale? More information would come with time. She needed to be patient and cautious. It didn’t take much time for her to consider all of the information she had and locating the “base” of operations. Unfortunately, she only knew pieces of Mandarin and Cantonese. Not enough for even conversational interactions, so she had to hope the man behind the counter wouldn’t try to get chatty with her as she followed the instructions that had been recorded on tape.

As the wall opened up and she slinked downward into the secret area it appeared that others had arrived before she did. She scoped them out, but kept her comments to herself, at least for the time being.

There was a remark by one of them about being on one of the ‘serial killer shows’ and Meora almost chuckled, but decided to keep her stoic demeanor.

“There are worse ways to go out.” She commented before finding herself a place in the room where her back was to a wall and could see all of the people she’d be working with. People she couldn’t trust, which at the moment meant pretty much all of them.

What Are You Listening To?

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

No no, I said I think it's the best one!

@Fabricant451

I really need to re-educate you at some point, Fab.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

with an amateurish story

Nah

What Are You Listening To?

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

I've really hit a wall with Cassie and the Titans so I think I'm just going to forget making a plan and just writing random scenes tonight and see where those go.

If there's anything I've learned is 95 times out of 100 I'm better at role-playing when I make no plan and just play off my momentum.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

_{@LetMeDoStuff}

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Lubna nearly stifled a pleasant giggle when Jean made his remark about how quick the job would be done.

It was a weird thing to break her out of her focus but there it was. Despite his demeanor he had been deeply wounded by his experiences here and on whatever front he was dragged in from. His eyes a beautiful emerald green but a dulled emerald green nonetheless. She looked at him closely as he addressed other members of their assorted group, as she looked on at him. She ran a hand through her own hair as she looked at how beaten he appeared.

He needed a haircut. Did she as well? When was the last time she crossed a mirror and the thought about her own personal appearance came to mind? She had been fighting so long and her husband’s death had dragged a lot out of her vigor and sense from her soul. What struck her with even more surprise was to see spritely, confident members that shared her gender. Maybe it was less rare than it was back home? A thought to ponder, but she supposed she shouldn’t be too surprised given the lengths this war was going from both sides. If you could point a rifle you were good enough, should you survive the endeavor that was war. “The Silence has not stirred, there in the heather.” She recalled in her mind.

“May I ask if you are well, ser?” She commented, reflecting on Jean’s smile, unconvincing and contrived. “You look pale.”

Jean looked more than pale, but Lubna was being polite.