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13 days ago
Current 20 hour nap. Long night of ramblings. 4 hour nap. Wake up to puppies on Animal Planet. S'alright.
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16 days ago
No matter what, I will stand.

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Take a moment from the rush
Of the world around you
And spend the time you'll need to touch
The Earth beneath your feet
Shy away from city lights
And find yourself a darker night
Still aglow with subtle tones of starlight
Some stumble over beaten paths
But never take the time to ask
"I wonder what lies beneath the pavement?"

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@LordofthePies Hey, thanks! I really appreciate it.
You didn't hear me, I'll say it louder
Impatient, I'll say it fouler
I've always got something poor to say because I'm too proud to admit that I was wrong today
Feeling unwell
I know I'm sick
I'm thinking too fast
I take the hit
To slow me down
I hear the drip
Of the last shot from the bottle
The brake that'll take my foot off the throttle
It's Gasoline
Make believe
This isn't me
Its just a dream
Heavy air
On a dare
I'll say that I don't care
And for once, I'll believe it.
"Wonderful!" Rosalie walked towards the weapons crate that George had left behind and openned it, pulling a stout, serated cleaver within a leather sheath; a thin and glistening silver chain bounced bits of the sunbeam from the window around the room. "He isn't very subtle, is he? Quite the craftsman, though. He's always treated Lucy as well as I do. But then, I have the feeling all his projects are sort of his children. Quite gifted, that one. He made her, and I care for her." She gracefully floated toward the door Aito Mitsui was holding for them in to the hallway, and beamed at Akira and his companion. "That's incredible! What is it's name? It's simply darling. Don't be getting him hurt." Realizing that she'd gotten distracted, she cleared her throat and continued addressing Aito.

"Please excuse me, and thank you for welcoming us! I'm excited to play with our new comrades." She sang out, her voice echoing through the hallway. Yoshi felt a bit less uncomfortable than usual, he often questioned where he was going; what his purpose was. Someone literally tugging him around was a bit frustrating, but it left little room for him to wonder. At least this is simple.. Seems safe, I s'pose. Rosalie's melody interrupted his train of thought."As far as classes are concerned, I'm a Cleaver It is a custom class as well. I simply don't enjoy fighting that much, unless it's for the right reasons. I feel violence is unnecessary." She pulled her cleaver from it's black leather sheath, stiched together with a fine crimson thread. "I use Lucy here to incapacitate foes as quickly as I can. I get in, lay them down, and get out. My size doesn't help much, so I've had to resort to a blade." She lovingly placed the weapon back in to it's home, as if tucking a child in to bed, and wrapped the silver chain around her left wrist, leaving the slack to fall where it may at her side. She turned to Yoshi and playfully but gently swatted at him. "Well, go on then. It won't hurt anything. It's fine, I promise."

She's so naive.. Hunting monsters and disagreeing with violence doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Unless it's on of those 'right reasons' she mentioned, but still. She'll need someone to watch after her, or she's sure to get herself hurt in a place like this. Yoshi looked back at her, and then turned to Aito, with a new sense of certainty. He spoke a little louder than his typical mumble. He didn't want the typical interjections of 'What?', 'Speak up.', or 'Excuse me?' "Look, I don't know a whole lot about all this. Most of the fighting I've done is against myself. But, I don't like to see others hurt. I s'pose if you had to put a name to the class I chose, it's Masochist I'm hard to hurt, so I step in. If someone is about to be harmed, I'll take the hit for them. It's not like it matters much in the long run. Just think of me as cannon fodder. And, I suppose I should let all of you know, if we'll be working together, that one of my skills is... We'll say controlled, but it gets to me sometimes. Just ignore me if I trail off or seem distressed." It's the most he'd told anyone about his state in years, and his face flushed at the thought of his self-proclaimed weakness. He took his hood down with a sigh and reached down the neck of his jacket to produce a large straight razor from his back, The handle sort of 'tie dyed' with hues of green and purple swirling and twisting together, silver snakes chased their tails and embroidered the black letters stamped in to it 'WHY?' He lazily flipped it open, and stared at the edge of the blade hanging at his side, almost entranced. "I use it if I have to. Honestly, sometimes I forget it's there. It's just habit at this point to carry it."

He looked in to Aito's eye, and felt they may have some sort of common ground beneath them. Maybe they aren't all the same.. He was no longer bored, but a bit worried. This didn't seem like the sort of thing to get excited about, but this odd bunch seemed at least a bit enthused, or was it a sense of duty? Rosalie interrupted his thoughts and closed the blade for him, drawing his half-here, half-there gaze toward her. He almost autonomously put his blade back in to the sling he had sewn in to his jacket. "I think they've heard enough for a brief introduction." She turned back to Aito and Akira "Wouldn't you agree? I'm excited to get started, and we aren't cutting class simply to stand in the hallway."

No later than she made the statement did a visibly distressed, but very polite man come striding down the hallway in what seemed to be a hidden panic. "Well and welcome, hopeful Hunters! I see you're experiencing firsthand the courageous initiative and mastery of the present moment for which our Club has earned prominence - alongside our success rate, of course, and our delightfully low yearly fatalities - and eager to join us, in this eminently approved and above-board field expedition Aito will of course assume full responsibility for having launched." His voice reinforced Yoshi's uncertainty. 'Well.. Clearly we aren't wanted here.. We'll go on this field trip to the third floor, and I'll suggest to Red that we find some other club to join.' Rosalie simply giggled and gave her typical curtsey to the new arrival with a smile. "Good afternoon, sir! I'm pleased to meet you." She straightened her back, feet together, placing her left arm behind her and extending the right for a handshake. "I didn't catch your name?"
@shylarah Aye aye! Yeah. I had the idea for her when the RP first started, but wasn't sure I'd play. Intimidation factor 'n all that. Redward threw a mention out as a nod to the design. Decided to quit being a panzy and play. :)


Name: Valkyrie. The ones in my unit call me Val. I never had a surname.

Age: 19. I suppose you could say I'm fresh, but Maya says I'm "green" I've not been active duty very long, but this is all i've ever known.

Appearance: 5' 8". 140 lbs. Mid length, light brown hair. blue eyes. I think I look like a boy, but I'm always in uniform, so that's alright.

Personality: I do what I'm told and try not to ask too many questions. I watch more often than I'm seen and listen more often than I speak, and I think that's the safest way to be. Hidden. I'm loyal to my unit, they're my purpose. My reason. I'm enjoying the fresh air that comes with active duty, some time away from the Evadne Complex where I've spent the better part of my life; when we aren't on active duty, I like to draw and read some old comics I found called Calvin and Hobbes.
But I'd never tell them any of that. They'd just make fun of me for being soft.


Occupation: I guess a mix of lab rat and S.C.A.R.E...

History: S.C.A.R.E. is all I've ever known. Before we started to collect those infected by the miasma, we executed them. My father was never in the picture, and my mother was infected and dispatched when I was an infant. I was put in quarantine for observation. I was found to have a sister strain of the miasma laying dormant in my body. It isn't quite the same as what we deal with, but it's presumed malicious. To prevent any adverse effects from becoming prominent, I was given an experimental nano-inhibitor. It seems to have worked for the last 19 years, but it does seem to be the cause of some migraines. The only advantage is that the current strain of the miasma doesn't see me as a potential host. Once I was cleared, they couldn't find any extended family, so S.C.A.R.E adopted me. Raised me. Taught me everything I know. Everything I need to know to be a good soldier. I was just thrown in to the field for my 18th birthday last year. Its been.. Something.

Infection Status: Healthy. I have more pity for the infected than animosity. There has to be a way to stop this plague. Throughout history, humanity has always found a cure. And if not a cure, at least prevention or treatment. My empathy for them doesn't prevent me from dispatching them if they are an eminent threat.


Name: Valkyrie. The ones in my unit call me Val. I never had a surname.

Age: 19. I suppose you could say I'm fresh, but Maya says I'm "green" I've not been active duty very long, but this is all i've ever known.

Appearance: 5' 8". 140 lbs. Mid length, light brown hair. blue eyes. I think I look like a boy, but I'm always in uniform, so that's alright.

Personality: I do what I'm told and try not to ask too many questions. I watch more often than I'm seen and listen more often than I speak, and I think that's the safest way to be. Hidden. I'm loyal to my unit, they're my purpose. My reason. I'm enjoying the fresh air that comes with active duty, some time away from the Evadne Complex where I've spent the better part of my life; when we aren't on active duty, I like to draw and read some old comics I found called Calvin and Hobbes.
But I'd never tell them any of that. They'd just make fun of me for being soft.


Occupation: I guess a mix of lab rat and S.C.A.R.E...

History: S.C.A.R.E. is all I've ever known. Before we started to collect those infected by the miasma, we executed them. My father was never in the picture, and my mother was infected and dispatched when I was an infant. I was put in quarantine for observation. I was found to have a sister strain of the miasma laying dormant in my body. It isn't quite the same as what we deal with, but it's presumed malicious. To prevent any adverse effects from becoming prominent, I was given an experimental nano-inhibitor. It seems to have worked for the last 19 years, but it does seem to be the cause of some migraines. The only advantage is that the current strain of the miasma doesn't see me as a potential host. Once I was cleared, they couldn't find any extended family, so S.C.A.R.E adopted me. Raised me. Taught me everything I know. Everything I need to know to be a good soldier. I was just thrown in to the field for my 18th birthday last year. Its been.. Something.

Infection Status: Healthy. I have more pity for the infected than animosity. There has to be a way to stop this plague. Throughout history, humanity has always found a cure. And if not a cure, at least prevention or treatment. My empathy for them doesn't prevent me from dispatching them if they are an eminent threat.
That would be great! Just don't put me to shame too terribly! :)
Here I am. Relatively new, haven't done much in the 3 months the profile has been around and just now beginning to actually be active and utilize it. I dig it pretty well, so far. I'm not going to go too in-debth about myself, because it really doesn't matter. If you'd like to discuss something roleplay related or just chat in general, get at me. I'll be around.

Take 'er easy.
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