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Voldoa: City of Monsters

Ah. Alright then. Are we limited to any certain mythology?

The Prophecy

I'd prefer you to post first, so I don't end up controlling any of Crone's actions.

Voldoa: City of Monsters

I am interested, but what will our purpose in this RP be?

The Prophecy

Sorry for the lack of a post. I got busy again. Jack, do you want me to wait for another post from you since Ashgan has posted now?

Return of the Force 2.

Possibly a Grey Jedi who has disguised himself as a pirate captain or a Sith.

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

Hey, Xodus. I have an idea for Barnabas's bullets in his pistol. Would be possible for him to carve sigils in all of his bullets so that when he fires, he can speak an incantation and then the bullet he fires will be surrounded by a small tornado that would propel toward his target? The wind around the bullet would also be poisonous since the anti alchemy poison on the bullet would get pulled into the wind off of the bullet.

Return of the Force 2.

Are you accepting new players?

The Prophecy

Alright. I will work on my post tonight, and try and have it posted by tomorrow.

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

Barnabas watched and analyzed the events unfolding before him; the insults from the Crimson Asylum and his young Chrono partner, the retorts from the other Asylums (one of them appeared to raving mad), and finally the gravity being turned off by the young Chrono. When this happened, Barnabas relaxed and allowed himself to be lifted into the air by the young girl’s alchemy, but Alice cursed loudly as she was lifted into the air in the middle of her meal; when the sigils appeared on their foreheads, the twins looked at one another in surprise, taking in the nature of their predicament. Barnabas had started to reach for his pistol just as the gravity was turned back on thanks to the older of the Gemelie distracting his partner with what appeared to be a cell phone charm. Both twins managed to land on their feet, Barnabas slightly off balance where he was reaching for his pistol.

Once they were seated again and back in the arms of gravity, the Crimson Aslyum began going on about how everyone in this room were dead men and women walking and were in the debt of of the young girl for breaking the laws of AMRO in order to save all of them; the Crimson Asylum also went on to explain that anyone who even heard his words were now in the same boat as those he mentioned. At these last words, Alice turned to Barnabas with his eyebrows knitted together in a look of anger.

”This is your fault, Barny,” Alice sent telepathically to her brother.

Barnabas turned away from the scene and fixed Alice with a look of utter bewilderment. His fault!?

”My fault!? How is this my fault? I was in the middle of figuring out where the Asylums would be when your stomach growled and you said, ‘Food sounds good, Barny. Let’s go to the cafeteria anyway’. If this is anyone’s fault, it’s yours, but I like to think this is no one’s fault as this turn of events could not have been foreseen, even by me.”

Alice gave Barnabas one last glare before focusing her attention on the Gemelie again, waiting to see what they would have to say now. Barnabas, on the other hand turned his attention to the other Asylums, taking them, their appearances, names, actions, and their abilities (if they showed them) in and making mental notes of all of them.

Appocalyptic Magic Roleplay

I too am interested.