Nevix

Metal Gear: Foxhound Reborn

Hate to rush, but when can we begin writing in ic?

The Beast of BlackBirch

@Tuxedo Fox I changed it a bit.

Omega League

Jaron ran with a smile on his face towards his car. He wasn't far from home base at all, he calculated that it'd take maybe six or seven minutes to get there. He pulled out his phone, dialing Chemical Girl's number. Damn, I hope she's recovered enough to help. That Dragon dude was pretty tough. He received no answer, so he left a message.
"Ay, Chem Girl. I hope you're ready to fight. The Light needs us." He closed his flip phone and stepped on the gas pedal of his sedan. Excitement building. Then the ground began to shake. His car was thrown off of the side of a road by a sudden crack in the road. He opened his eyes to find himself three feet from the mass of mangled metal that was his car. He tried to sit up but stopped when one of his broken ribs poked through his skin. He decided that was enough for him and passed out.

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Chauncey stood about 50 yards from the Old Man. He had been just as shocked as Light by the shockwave. He certainly hadn't caused it. He would deal with that later. As of now, he had a Light to darken. His hand split in two and the metal plates of his arm slid back revealing a sizeable minigun. He right hand did the same, but, this time revealing a short sword. He leapt from his hiding place and ran towards Williams. He stopped about six feet away and began spinning the cylinders of the minigun. He spoke to the old man.
"I am CHNCY-3, I'd tell you to call me Chauncey, but it wouldn't really be worth it considering I'm about to riddle you with so many holes, one might mistake you for a poorly built dam." He really needed to work on his intimidating trash talk, but there'd be time enough for that after he ended the Light.

The Beast of BlackBirch

@Tuxedo Fox That's funny. Dismas and Gestas were the names of the two thieves crucified next to Jesus.

The Restless Fires

Still open?

The Beast of BlackBirch

Gestas

Name: Gestas

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Class: Highwayman

Appearance:

Bio: Gestas was a fairly boring brigand for most of his life. He did stagecoach robberies, wanton murder, you name it. Then, after one of his friends died during a robbery, he repented of his life of crime. Until he began to run low on funds, then he joined up with a former bandit buddy named Dismas. When Dismas received his letter inviting him to Blackbirch, Gestas asked to tag along. After all, Blackbirch was as good a place as any to score some loot, right?

The Lonely Tavern (Open to all)

BUMP

The Pit

The sharp shard of rock in his hand finally broke. He blinked and looked around. He was in his cell, in the Pit. He sighed, cursing his luck. He slammed his left hand on the concrete and was met with a metallic clank. He looked at his left arm. It was made of metal and almost looked real. It was an automaton, working off of his own mana. Partial glyphs were carved into it. Looking at the shard of rock he sighed again.

He needed glyphs to use his power, and his glyphs had been tattooed onto his left arm. The same arm his captors had cut off and replaced with the automaton. If he ever managed to finish carving these glyphs into his new "arm", then he'd have use of his powers again. Of course, to do that he needed a blade. His had just broken. He would have conjured up another one, but he couldn't do that without the finished glyphs. Damnit.

The Dead and the Dying

Mind if I hop in?

Dystopian Death Race

Count me in!