MonsieurShade

Soul Eater SCAR

It's been a while since i've visited the Casual section, but this holds my interest. I hope you don't mind if I submit a character and try to give it a whirl as a meister.

The Colony. (Another zombie RP)

Unaware that Hank had returned to his humble abode, Dimitri trotted up the stairs of his apartment building at a purposeful pace with Brutus at his side. He'd heard the gunshots earlier, but did not investigate, figuring that the militia had caught a thief an summarily executed them on the spot. Such things where to be expected during a food shortage, however those concerns were no longer Dimitri's, only survival, and at the present moment, the fact that his door was ajar and there was an adult voice coming from inside. Dimitri crouched and balled his fists, preparing for combat, Brutus, sensing his owner's tension, followed suit with a crouch of his own as well as raised hackles and bared teeth. The pair crept over to the door silently, Dimitri held his breath as he slowly pushed it open enough to see, then exhaled as he recognized Murphy's father. "Jesus christ man, just because I helped you out doesn't mean you go barging into my house! I thought you were a damned looter or something!" Dimitri half yelled as he pushed his door open and patted Brutus on the side.

Things were still urgent, however even as Dimitri went over to the couch to collect his things, he didn't neglect to explain to Hank the seriousness of his actions, "I almost set Brutus on you man, you've got to watch that. Anyway, everything alright? You got what you need?".

Maximum Ride: The Secret

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Jacque clucked his tongue as after nearing the farm Estelle made her descent. Such a quick landing was all but impossible for the man if he wanted to keep his wings from being torn from their sockets. Instead, he tilted his body and descended towards the ground in a circular manner until his feet finally touched dirt.

Jacque idly watched Estelle begin to collect eggs and feed the chickens for a few moments before looking around and extending a long forked tongue. He did this several times, picking up the unmistakable scents of horses, chickens, and pigs, however he did not detect anything resembling human, modified or otherwise. Content with this, Jacque allowed Estelle to get a further head start on the eggs whilst he cared for the pigs. He jogged over to the pen, sparing a moment to check inside to ensure they were all in good health before donning a large pair of muck covered boots and grabbing a nearby trashcan. The can was filled with a mixture of stolen pig feed, stale breads, over ripened or rotten fruits such as bananas, apples, and grapes, and even a few scraps of meat to ensure the swine had their full dietary needs met. Jacque lifted the garbage can over the pen, then followed shortly after to ensure that the prying noses of the pigs did not tip it over. As his boots sank a few inches into a patch of mud Jacque gave a short throaty hiss to scatter a few piglets that hadn't been frightened off by him jumping over.

The scattering of the piglets elicited a grunt of displeasure from the sow that was their mother, however she did not charge Jacque as she was familiar enough with him to know he wasn't a threat. Jacque, now content with a pathway being cleared, trekked through the muck and towards the feeding bin, being careful to keep his tail raised above the gunk at his feet. As the pigs -a group that consisted of four males, eight females, and thirteen piglets in total- followed behind him, Jacque would feel a snout proud his tail every few seconds or so, but ignored it so long as the swine remembered not to bite. After a solid three and a half minutes of shlepping through mud, Jacque deposited a healthy amount of feed into the bin and stepped out of the way for the pigs to eat. With them distracted, Jacque turned his attention to the nesting area, quickly making his way over and exchanging soiled bedding for fresh before hopping back out of the pen with the feeding garbage can. "So munchkin-" He began as he made his way over to the chicken coops, "Buck give you any trouble during feeding?" he inquired, referring to the old and somewhat ornery rooster that presided over the roost when the flock where not around. While Buck usually only reserved his aggression for the males of the flock, every now and then he'd have a go at the girls as if to prove a point, and while Jacque actually respected the rooster's bravado, he wouldn't think twice about having Buck for dinner if caught Buck attacking anyone but himself.

Maximum Ride: The Secret

I would suggest enacting a two post rule in which anyone on should try to post if there are at least two posts between their last one. This is a rule i've actually imposed on myself, and it generally keeps things going smoothly so long as I don't directly interact with someone who's going to disappear for a long time with no warning. With all due respect it's a waste of everyone else's time to wait for someone else to post before you decide to make a post yourself. Too many people adopt that mentality in a role play and as a result, absolutely nothing gets done or happens because too many people think "i'll wait for someone else to post before me".

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I keep imagining that Jacque's not going to notice Estelle if she sneaks away and assume she's just being quieter than usual, then is going to turn around to find a basket with, like, three eggs in it, and pinch the bring of his nose before going "Godfuckin' dammit munchkin.". This scene amuses me.

Maximum Ride: The Secret

With the youngest of the bunch ready to assist him in his designated task, Jacque gave Estelle a small nod before turning and running barefooted. It might have seemed odd, however Jacque preferred to leave the boots he used when working with livestock at the sight rather than get fussed at for tracking all kinds of filth into the cabin. His movements started off slow but strong, and soon he picked up enough pace to allow him to glide for brief periods, then ultimately take full flight. Jacque lifted himself above the tree line with a few strokes before he caught a gust of wind and began to glide with it, tilting his wings and body so that he could bank left in the direction in the farm.

The man was never really a particular fan of flying, he still had a slight instinctual desire to do so, and he was capable of doing it strongly and efficiently, sure, however he wasn't going to get anywhere particularly fast like Estelle would, nor was he going to look graceful while doing it like any of the others. He'd long since assumed it was because either he had more gila monster DNA than he did avian, or because he was working with a ratio of two strictly terrestrial animals to one flying, but whatever the case, it simply didn't sit with his as easily. Jacque took a quick glance back and sped up as best he could, figuring that not only would Estelle catch up in a heartbeat, but that she'd get bored quickly if he went too slow.

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I'd be down for Lyra's suggestion, be funny to see how the leader deals with the youngest of the bunch tagging along whether she likes it or not.

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Don't mind me folks, just bumping this so it doesn't get pushed further back.

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Jacque listened silently to what Luna had to say, and while he made no fuss when she requested Estelle assisted him the tip of his tail twitched ever so slightly in annoyance. It was not that he disliked Estelle, nor was it that he preferred to be alone, the source of his annoyance was a desire to do things his way at his own pace unless specifically told otherwise. Still, orders were orders, so rather than fuss Jacque gave a curt nod and gripped the railing, "So long as there's meat in it, i'm down for whatever.".

He made no attempt to speak about what had come to be known by the flock as "freedom day". It was a day worth celebrating for certain, however some parts of Jacque's mind simply couldn't let him enjoy the thought of being without restraint without reminding him exactly what he'd escaped from. In his subconscious Jacque could still clearly remember every scalpel incision, chemical injection, and training session as if it had just happened yesterday. Worse still, he couldn't truly enjoy freedom day without remembering that in the end he was created to be nothing more than an insurance policy, just a tool to be used to terminate another group of experiments. It dehumanized him in ways that genetic modification couldn't even begin to compare to.

Jacque snapped out of his thoughts as he realized his knuckles were beginning to turn white from his grip, and threw himself over the railing. After hitting the ground with a solid thump and a grunt, Jacque unfurled his wings and allowed them to stretch to their full glory. Jacque's wings may have been considered drab in comparison to some of the others, but as far as he was concerned, they were fourteen feet of reddish brown majesty. He flapped them a few times to get a feel for the flight to come, kicking up a bit of dust with each broad movement before turning back to the group above him, specifically his partner for the day, "Ready whenever you are, ya munchkin." he jeered. Despite the taunt, Jacque's tone held no malice, only a hint of mirth as he waited for the youngest of the group to join him.

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"*Bzzzt* It's goin down for reaaaal! It's goin-" WHAM! These were some of the first sounds to emanate from behind one of the bedroom doors of the cabin. The cause of the slamming -a large heavy hand- slowly drug itself away from a radio atop a nightstand that it had struck and retreated beneath the heavy comforter that draped a lumpy mass atop a twin bed. There was a grumbling sound beneath the comforter for a few moments before a shaggy patch of platinum blond hair emerged, followed by the rather irritable looking face of Jacque. "Hate that damn song..." Jacque growled, his voice coarse, deep, and rumbling . It wasn't very often that Jacque got up before midday, even less so for him to be up before the sun had full risen, however it was his turn to tend to the livestock. There was a rustling sound beneath the comforter as a scaly black and orange tail emerged opposite the side where Jacque's head had come out. Jacque moved the tail slowly as if to see if it still functioned, then used the appendage to drag the comforter down from his head and shoulders before he could succumb to delicious sleep again. Because he had slept on his stomach, the action exposed a pair of rust colored wings with small flecks of black lining the tips, he extended these wings, hissing softly as he felt the joints pop.

Jacque shuddered a bit at the unwelcome intrusion of cold air on his skin before completely kicking off the comforter and stumbling out of bed, revealing that he was already partially dressed for the task at hand, wearing a black long sleeve shirt, a pair of worn overalls with a hole in the back for his tail, and some cotton socks. He stood at his full height and stretched a bit, his muscles rippling beneath his clothing, looking more like taught cables than flesh, a result of constant experimentation and several months of hard work. Out of all of the flock Jacque was the oldest, and quite possibly a contender for the physically strongest if his imposing size and physique wasn't a give away. Were a stranger to view him and his group, they might even mistake him as the leader, however they'd soon find that they were wrong to assume so. In truth, Jacque was more than content to follow Luna's orders unquestioningly so long as it kept him alive and food on the table. The man rolled his neck a few times to relieve some stiffness before snatching a bottle of listerine from the night stand and downing some of the contents. After replacing the bottle, Jacque exited his room and made his way towards the front door, swishing the listerine about in his mouth as he moved through the cabin.

Upon his exit Jacque noticed Luna leaning over the railing, looking to be in a good deal of pain yet again with Estelle on standby. "Mmph." He grunted before he spat the listerine over the railing and onto the ground below, "You look like you're having a shitty time. Headaches back again?" he asked rather bluntly.