I was trying to give @TheHunter a chance to jump in and establish her character's heroic tendencies rather than try and finish the group myself.
MonsieurShade
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STATUS: Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest. 9 yrs ago
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Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.
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@chukklehed Sorry about the infrequency of my posts, I'll have him get to the library later today.
Dimitri blazed down the hall way, for once grateful of his bulk as it served as motivation for others to get out of his way. The meister heard his name called a few times, however all it did was cause him to pick up his pace, or rather it did until Kalinda caught up with him. Dimitri skidded to a shaky halt against what he believed to be his better judgment and listened to what his fellow meister had to say. Dimitri desperately wanted to just be anywhere but there, preferably in the library, however it appeared that the only what he'd be able to get some peace would be if he was upfront about his issue "It's not just me tripping over Victorique. It's...well, I was never good with people. All of this- the new classes, the sudden increase in social interaction, the partnering, it's all a bit much for me to take in for one day. It feels like my head's going to pop!" he stated with lightly whacking his head with his open palm for emphasis. Dimitri took a deep breath in and exhaled to try and steady his shaking nerves, "I'm really sorry about this, I want to be friends with you all, but I just...I just need a bit of time to myself right now to try and unwind.".
@Mistress Dizzy I've sort of tried to keep Pulse as a character tied to the TT roleplay Crim ran a while back, so the other person would be Gizmo seeing as he's done several "jobs" with him and the others from the Hive, not to mention Gizmo pretty much helped save his life after the first battle with Slade and made him a new arm after the rematch where Slade cut off Dimitri's arm. As far as visitations go Dimitri would probably have them call ahead in advance to make sure he had the house to himself since I doubt Kassy would still be unaware of their criminal status. The good news is Dimitri wouldn't be joining them in their activities and would only be allow them to stay so long as they did their work discreetly enough to make it unnecessary for him to interfere as Pulse.
@TheHunter No need to continue apologizing about it, it seems as though you just wanted to help move the rp along, there's nothing to be ashamed about that. Overall your intentions were good, but I just figured that it would have been better to consult Katherin and maybe toss a heads up our way, be it via OOC or by some manner in the IC such as a suspicious looking person entering the coffee house.
I hope the criminals like tea...
As Dimitri received his order and turned to leave the store, he began to blow into his tea cup and debated whether or not he should tell the guy who'd been in front of him that his order was ready as well. The internal debate was quickly shut down as eight men with black masks piled into the coffee shop and produced several guns from somewhere on their person. For a few moments Dimitri stood there dumbfounded, his brain seemingly drawing a blank in regards to how he should react. Things changed rather quickly for him when one of the men stormed over to him and attempted to force him to the ground. As Dimitri still had a cup of piping hot tea to his lips, this resulted in liquid splashing on his mouth and him instinctively jerking the cup away from his person...right into the face of the man trying to pull him down. Seeing as ski-masks did absolutely nothing to protect one's eyes from scalding hot tea, the man crumpled to the ground and screamed like a banshee, catching the attention of his cohorts much to Dimitri's dismay. The college student raised his hands placatingly, "Hey, whoa, I know what you're thinking! I swear I didn't mean t- *POP*.
The next few seconds where like a slow motion scene from a movie for Dimitri; He'd noticed one of the men's arms twitch as if to raise his weapon and instinctively ducked out of the way. Dimitri crouched low to the floor and craned his neck to take a look at the hole in the wall his head had been in front of a millisecond ago. Dimitri's heart thudded heavily in his chest, pumping adrenaline through his body as he started switching into fight-or-flight mode. Talking his way out of the situation wasn't going to be an option, and trying to run would just get him shot when he wasn't looking, which left one very undesirable option left. "Fuck me, this is going to be so damn stupid..." Dimitri muttered as he lunged forward, jumping over the still downed body of the man he'd more than likely blinded by accident as he made a beeline for the group. In his rush he saw finger of the one who'd shot at him begin to curve inward and jolted left just in time to have the bullet graze his cheek rather than install a new window in his skull. It was as if some sort of animal instinct had taken over: Dimitri zigged and zagged erratically, making it impossible to get another bead on him as he advanced. There was no clever quip or witty joke to be spoken when Dimitri reached one of the men, he simply cocked his fist back and sent it streaming into the gunman's face.
As if launched by the fist of God, the gunman rocketed back out of the door and was left sprawled out on the sidewalk outside. Dimitri looked down at his fist, then to the doorway, to his fist once more, and then to one of the other men. A thudding sensation in his lower jaw alerted Dimitri to the fact that one of the men was coming at him from behind, to which Dimitri responded almost automatically by leaning backwards and wrapping his arms around the torso of his aggressor. His spine bent at an unnatural angle to accommodate the action before snapping forward in a reverse suplex that would leave even the most cheesy of professional wrestlers crying "fake". There was a meaty thudding sound as flesh and bone met solid tile, and the man in Dimitri's grip went limp, more than likely due to a nasty concussion. Not quite fond of having another man's nether regions near his face, Dimitri dropped the now unconscious man, something he immediately regretted when he was met with five gun barrels pointed at him. With a small gulp Dimitri slowly and nervously raised his hands again, "Uh...um...I surrender?".
The next few seconds where like a slow motion scene from a movie for Dimitri; He'd noticed one of the men's arms twitch as if to raise his weapon and instinctively ducked out of the way. Dimitri crouched low to the floor and craned his neck to take a look at the hole in the wall his head had been in front of a millisecond ago. Dimitri's heart thudded heavily in his chest, pumping adrenaline through his body as he started switching into fight-or-flight mode. Talking his way out of the situation wasn't going to be an option, and trying to run would just get him shot when he wasn't looking, which left one very undesirable option left. "Fuck me, this is going to be so damn stupid..." Dimitri muttered as he lunged forward, jumping over the still downed body of the man he'd more than likely blinded by accident as he made a beeline for the group. In his rush he saw finger of the one who'd shot at him begin to curve inward and jolted left just in time to have the bullet graze his cheek rather than install a new window in his skull. It was as if some sort of animal instinct had taken over: Dimitri zigged and zagged erratically, making it impossible to get another bead on him as he advanced. There was no clever quip or witty joke to be spoken when Dimitri reached one of the men, he simply cocked his fist back and sent it streaming into the gunman's face.
As if launched by the fist of God, the gunman rocketed back out of the door and was left sprawled out on the sidewalk outside. Dimitri looked down at his fist, then to the doorway, to his fist once more, and then to one of the other men. A thudding sensation in his lower jaw alerted Dimitri to the fact that one of the men was coming at him from behind, to which Dimitri responded almost automatically by leaning backwards and wrapping his arms around the torso of his aggressor. His spine bent at an unnatural angle to accommodate the action before snapping forward in a reverse suplex that would leave even the most cheesy of professional wrestlers crying "fake". There was a meaty thudding sound as flesh and bone met solid tile, and the man in Dimitri's grip went limp, more than likely due to a nasty concussion. Not quite fond of having another man's nether regions near his face, Dimitri dropped the now unconscious man, something he immediately regretted when he was met with five gun barrels pointed at him. With a small gulp Dimitri slowly and nervously raised his hands again, "Uh...um...I surrender?".
@TheHunter T'is up to Katherin now. In the mean time so as to keep the RP from stagnating, i'll post something IC and edit it accordingly based on Katherin's decision.
Yes. I should have talked it over with her. If she wishes I'll take it down. I know it was highly inappropriate of me. I'm sorry. It won't happen again
@MonsieurShade
@KatherinWinter
No need to be apologetic, it was just a bit much for the beginning of the rp is all.
Dimitri nodded to Kassy and graciously accepted the bowl she offered with with a barely repressed smile. The smell of baking cookies as well as the cooking pork chops made him feel as though he'd go wild with hunger, though from which dish he knew not. Dimitri waited for Kassy to leave his line of sight before he swiped the interior of the bowl with his finger, gathering up as much dough as he could in one go before popping it into his mouth. The salty sweet flavor mingled in Dimitri's a way that could only be described as euphoric, almost to the point where Dimitri wondered if he could sneak in and snatch a cookie from the oven while Kassy wasn't looking. It was a good idea in theory seeing as his robotic hand could easily withstand the heat, however the practice would likely be met with pain when he went to take a bite of the hot confection. Dimitri set the cookie dough bowl down on the patio table that was frequently used for dining both by Kassy and himself, and once in a blue moon Gizmo or one of the other H5 members on the exceedingly rare occasion that they were in the city on "business". After swiping his finger across his pants, Dimitri opened the grill back up and turned the lamp chops with his metallic hand, checking to ensure each one had been cooked just right. Those that were still more bloody than Dimitri would have liked where simply swept over with a bit of raw energy from his palm.
After a few more minutes of waiting the lamb was finally ready to be removed from the grill. They were all still a bit rare, but Dimitri didn't mind, and Kassy seemed to practically adore her meats to be a bit more pink in the middle. After placing each lamb chop on the platter he'd brought out with him, Dimitri gave each one a once over with the glaze for a second time, pausing only long enough to blow air at Regis' eye to keep the prying lizard away from the food. "Chops are done Kas! We still got some salad left in the fridge from last night, right?"
After a few more minutes of waiting the lamb was finally ready to be removed from the grill. They were all still a bit rare, but Dimitri didn't mind, and Kassy seemed to practically adore her meats to be a bit more pink in the middle. After placing each lamb chop on the platter he'd brought out with him, Dimitri gave each one a once over with the glaze for a second time, pausing only long enough to blow air at Regis' eye to keep the prying lizard away from the food. "Chops are done Kas! We still got some salad left in the fridge from last night, right?"
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