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10 yrs ago
Current I've returned with a new state of mind. Let's rebuild this world together from the fragments of my conscious.
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11 yrs ago
Success is a side effect of Mental Superiority
11 yrs ago
I am but a tool. Simply point me in the right direction and let me be used.
11 yrs ago
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The Lyubov' Twins






Will there be room for monsters to hunt monsters? Sorta like hellboy. Im interested either way, but this potentially could allow me to use one of my favorite characters.
Lord Santa said
Whoops wrong place


I still think Santa up there is a totz badass xD
Dandanken said
And by powers of magic I'm in classroom! Hooray!I'm kinda sorry for not being able to be active during this week, but it was kinda rough on me. I will work on post now.


Yaaaaaayyy! ^_^
Major Ursa said
Eh, I'll introduce a second character once this RP starts picking up...it's slowed down a bit.


Aight sounds good.
Alright, then ill hand over my next turn, so you guys can exchange some dialogue, and have my character angered by the exclusion.

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On a side note of the maturity of my character. Though his age says 22, and techniclally the original "Jynxs" is ageless, this clone woke up after being 18~19 already, and is ergo only 3-4 years old in terms of life experiences. Hence the lack of emotional stability, or any profound amounts of intellect.
Skallagrim said
The source of so much interest appeared in the far doorway, a small framed individual, scarcely larger than an 8 or 9 year old child. An odd personage to say the least, as the aesr washed over him returning the information about the basic height and weight of the being, it also told the Dreamer that the being was acting in a manner not consistent with a normal human. It pawed at its face, pulling? No it was tearing away flesh in a peculiar manner, similar to humans who chose to self-mutilate for attention. Often dysfunctional children with psychological problems, was that was happening here? Perhaps this mud being was a child, this act was simply its coping mechanism. A motion drew the Dreamers attention followed by a snap, barely audible but very distinct came from the Assassin who slipped aboard the train. “I only have come to observe it.” Skallagrim said as he stepped further into the train car, his radiating heat meeting the chilling fog continuing to create a raging storm front in miniature a scant few feet from the Assassin. “You may have it when I am done recording its existence for the Dreamers.” He said as he indicated the creature, “I believe it is a child or perhaps a teen for its species. Notice the self-mutilation it is committing. Perhaps it is a cry for attention. If your employer has given you leeway, may you spare its life, allowing it mental help and a stable environment to grow in?”The staff was clearly visible in the hands of the assassin, and it was clear that he was hesitant at the moment to use it. However he was still human, as much as his stature may grant him greater than human capabilities, he was all too human. With a thought the aesr flared around the body of the Dreamer, a wavering, pale amethyst light dancing on his armored form. “We need not resort to violence Assassin. I have no ill will towards you.” The Dreamer said as he shifted his hand slightly, the right hand coming to rest on the pommel of his sword, a natural and easy movement that would result in a resting of the hands. However to a skilled warrior it was a necessary move to ensure a fast draw of the sword if needed. Even as his static filled voice carried in the car, barely audible, Skallagrim slid his feet apart slightly, with the right leading the left, as he rose slightly on his toes, while the knees bent. He waited now, on both the response from the Assassin and to see if the mud being was sentient, if it were able to understand what was being said. It would be shame if it were nothing more than a creature driven by base emotions and scant intellect


Im both impressed, and hurt at the same time. Yes this character issupposed to be mentally and emotionally unstable, but woa did you point it out!

As for actual combat, im still not sure who should strike first. My character has only miniscule amounts of reasons to attack, besides that he dislikes your eyes. I could attack based on that reason, reinforcing the immature style of the character, unless one of you has a better idea.
Jack allowed the doctor to change his bandages, and even aided him by removing his old ones, and lifting his arms out of the doctors way. When he did, one could have counted his ribs! Anyways, Jack got fresh bandages, and the doctors questions were answered as best as Jack could.

"Frankly, Dr. malloy, i havent the slightest clue who she is! She showed up by crashing through the window with a 50 cal during a signing party! I was just about to get the governess's signature on a petition to have my father removed from office, when I practically lost an arm! Next thing I knew, hundreds of father's men show up to silence me before i can publicize the signing, and she popped up guns ablazing to save my sorry ass! I tried my best to thank her, so i offered her the guest bedroom, thats when i noticed, she seemed off. I think she had been shot a few more times than me, just not by a 50. cal."
"OH YOU CAN TRANSFORM?!?! ARE YOU A WEREWOLF TOO? YOU CERTAINLY DONT SMEL----" the rest of his scentence was drowned out by gurgles, and before he could cough up the water and catch his breath, Mutt found himself being tugged towards the Gym. "Oh... Uhmmm okay i guess..." He said, not quite sure what was going on or what just happened. He wasnt against bathing, but nobody had bathed him since he was a pup, and that was just wierd!
Amn was startled as people began piling utop the carriage with him, but he sort of expected it. At least one of them is Alyn. This will hopefully be a peaceful ride. he thought to himself. So, he took a seat, and stare at the clouds overhead. As the carriage rose, he couldnt help but notice a ticking as it rolled over rocks an pebbles on the path.

-Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick-

The sound was driving him towards insanity, and his rising tension was easily visible to anybody who opened their eyes. Though, how could a light ticking irritate someone so much? Only Amn could explain, and that would take more effort than he is willing to put in.
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