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We can begin the conversation collab. Steel can enter at some point. It will likely take time.
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Just your average D&D nerd.
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Looking for a Shadowrun 1x1 Check details here; roleplayerguild.com/posts/5…
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I'm just a D&D junkie between DMs.
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And I'm back!
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To all my players and writing partners; Don't worry! I've not vanished or forgotten you. I've had something come up, and will be taking the rest of this week off from my RPs. See you next week!
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@Dark Cloud I do believe we're waiting on your post, fearless leader.
Welcome back, boss man!
@Limey Good post! One important note; There would be no way for Elizabeth to know off-hand that either of the two people standing there are kindred. There are multiple abilities that let people know that, and she doesn't have any of them. While it's easy enough to chock it up to an assumption in this case, just know in the future that it won't always be something she just gets to know about people.
@flopflop122 To confirm: Jesse's reaction would just be to nod.
@Limey that looks to be the order.
Feel free to post with arrivals, everyone. After that, we'll work on the collab.
Feel free to post with arrivals, everyone. After that, we'll work on the collab.
@flopflop122@Limey Both of you failed the roll. Please, mark your characters as hunger 2 in the CS section.
Oh, and heads up;
Everyone is going to be needing a hunger check for the night. You won't have time to properly hunt before the meeting.
5 Uh oh! Jesse's feeling Hungry!
Everyone is going to be needing a hunger check for the night. You won't have time to properly hunt before the meeting.
5 Uh oh! Jesse's feeling Hungry!
Alright, post up.
This latest one is a combination of Jesse's post and a DM post. While I don't intend to make it a habit of posting like this, things just turned out that this worked better.
Everyone, please state what time your character would arrive, and wait for everyone else to do so as well, before posting. I'll have everyone post in the order people arrive in, and we all will work together on a big collab-post of everyone having a conversation as the final post before my next DM post.
This latest one is a combination of Jesse's post and a DM post. While I don't intend to make it a habit of posting like this, things just turned out that this worked better.
Everyone, please state what time your character would arrive, and wait for everyone else to do so as well, before posting. I'll have everyone post in the order people arrive in, and we all will work together on a big collab-post of everyone having a conversation as the final post before my next DM post.
Jesse looked at the envelope, then cursed very loudly. He looked at it again, this time breaking the red seal. Once he read the letter, he cursed even louder. Getting on his bike, he would shove the paper into a side pouch, then bring the bike roaring to life with a swift kick. When the bike was nearing seventy down an old backroad, he would pull the paper out and feed it into the spokes of the front wheel, effectively shredding it and leaving it scattered across three miles of wet dirt and gravel.
While he wasn't one for politics, his sire was. They kept in regular contact, and while he never understood why, she had gone out of her way to teach him about something she called the 'Camarilla.' Most of the lessons he had completely ignored, more interested in what they had been doing while she had been talking. One thing he did remember, though, was that most other places in the world had a local group of kindred that controlled things, acting as a sort of government for vampires. Indiana was special, because it did not have one, and supposedly hadn't for quite some time. To his mind, a letter like the one he'd gotten could only mean that things had changed. A message on his answering machine, from his sire, only confirmed it.
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The building was old, and calling it anything less than rundown would be an overstatement. Blacked out windows and the smell of vomit accented by stale piss all added to the notion that no a dollar to their name had been there in years. Out front, a very nice bike was taking up one of four parking spots. At least, it would have looked nice, if it had wheels and handlebars.
Jesse had been the first to arrive, having shown up nearly three hours ahead of schedule. He had spent his spare time waiting hiding in a nearby corner, taking the wheels and the handlebars off his bike. While there was a good chance it would end up defaced in this neighborhood, he intended to make sure anyone wanting to steal it would have to carry the damn thing. A nearby dumpster with a cockroach nest living inside made for a perfect hiding place for the spare parts.
Anyone showing up would see Jesse, wearing a black leather jacket and greasy blue jeans, leaning against the board that covered the doorway. In his hand would be a burning cigarette, though it wouldn't take much to notice that he never took a drag from it. Apart from the board, there was no obvious means of getting into the building. The board in the doorway was stuck there, quite securely. Jesse knew, because he had tried to open it. There was a rather large dent in the middle of the board, right at knee-level, to signify his attempt.
While he wasn't one for politics, his sire was. They kept in regular contact, and while he never understood why, she had gone out of her way to teach him about something she called the 'Camarilla.' Most of the lessons he had completely ignored, more interested in what they had been doing while she had been talking. One thing he did remember, though, was that most other places in the world had a local group of kindred that controlled things, acting as a sort of government for vampires. Indiana was special, because it did not have one, and supposedly hadn't for quite some time. To his mind, a letter like the one he'd gotten could only mean that things had changed. A message on his answering machine, from his sire, only confirmed it.
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The building was old, and calling it anything less than rundown would be an overstatement. Blacked out windows and the smell of vomit accented by stale piss all added to the notion that no a dollar to their name had been there in years. Out front, a very nice bike was taking up one of four parking spots. At least, it would have looked nice, if it had wheels and handlebars.
Jesse had been the first to arrive, having shown up nearly three hours ahead of schedule. He had spent his spare time waiting hiding in a nearby corner, taking the wheels and the handlebars off his bike. While there was a good chance it would end up defaced in this neighborhood, he intended to make sure anyone wanting to steal it would have to carry the damn thing. A nearby dumpster with a cockroach nest living inside made for a perfect hiding place for the spare parts.
Anyone showing up would see Jesse, wearing a black leather jacket and greasy blue jeans, leaning against the board that covered the doorway. In his hand would be a burning cigarette, though it wouldn't take much to notice that he never took a drag from it. Apart from the board, there was no obvious means of getting into the building. The board in the doorway was stuck there, quite securely. Jesse knew, because he had tried to open it. There was a rather large dent in the middle of the board, right at knee-level, to signify his attempt.
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