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Vuurvos
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I'm still God.
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If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
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Very sad, but I hadn't the slightest clue what to post to make it somewhat interesting. Kinda sad it turned out this way, too, cause this would've been amazing.
YoshiSkittlez said
Oh yes! I meant to post this earlier but then got distracted by Hillans presence. DAMN YOU HILLAN! Anywhoo...Awww...does Mill-Billy have a crush? XD
Pointed him here for a look at the RP, not to make a character. Was his decision to do it anyway.
Pointed him here, he liked it.
Um, would it be too bold to ask for feedback again? I wanna know if that was a good post, think I might've made it too long and it'd bore you all, but I can't be sure. Should I write less long and try to get more depth in?
Oh, the boy apparently was a Lost One. “Ah, well that explains a lot. I think you got recognised somehow. Either way, I was thinking we could make some money for the Lost Ones' cause, by betting on our rival. You see, I heard he was a great ass fighter, and making money off of your rival seems pretty impressive.” Yeah, it did, and it'd probably net the both of them a good amount of respect with the others. Then the boy, clearly high, asked some questions about wanting to leave and stuff that Minato wasn't really paying attention to, much too curious about the things going on around him, trying to find out who Deon was. “Um, yeah, yeah. Well I don't know, we're not at a full blown war with them, or anything, so they probably won't do anything, but I got your back. Matter of fact, some of the people around us might be Lost, we just don't know it. We're not a tight knit group like the Wolves, so I don't really know many people, but a Wolf starting a fight with random people is bound to get some attention, and I doubt they'd attack without talking to us.. Wolves apparently like to play with their prey, or whatever bullshit. They'll say some cool, cliché stuff like ''wanna dance, punk?!'' and after that they'll attack you. Plenty of time to tell them you're Lost. Figuratively, ofcourse.”
Minato grabbed the boys arm again and pulled him with him again, appearing to be quite a hyperactive guy, in reality this was because there was a million things racing through his mind, as he was quite nervous about a few things. First of all he had to earn more respect with the Lost Ones, and he planned on pulling Knox up there with him, smith a bond between the two of them so they'd have their backs no matter what. He'd have his back, and vice versa.. even if they went against the Lost Ones themselves he'd help the boy. That is, if he worked along.
Second of all he had to earn some money, as he was short on his rent this week as he wasn't a moneymaker at all, and lived week by week. And third.. the Wolves made him uneasy, staring around and at him, thinking he wouldn't notice, but he did as it was quite obvious. Wolves like to think they are stealthy enough, but the flashy outfits and extravagant bullshit surrounding them made it clear they weren't normal people here for a good time, but to make money or whatever it is they did.
As he pulled the stoner boy through the crowd, he looked out for drunk patrons in the area, spotting a few clumped together with a bunch of beers and vodka, rum and what have ye, cheering for the first guy to enter the ring. The announcer introduced him as 'Spike' and that name could be roughly translated to ''I'm a douche.'' Minato batted no eye at the man, until a different song started playing. Some annoying electronic music with something about walking a road paved of gold. Minato didn't care, until he heard ''Deon'' fall from the announcers word. The crowd went mad, literally, as in a corner a group of supporters of Spike, dressed mostly in douchebag clothes, engaged in a small fight with Deon supporters, who were somewhat more appropiatly dressed, looking good, cool and didn't appear to be drunk off their ass. The fight was broken off quickly by guards of The Spit, not afraid to use violence themselves either, sending a few of them home with black eyes.
Minato looked at Deon as he ran around doing his little jiggy dance, hugging a woman and all kinds of shit, getting the crowd quite riled up. Somewhere deep within Minato he understood the excitement, but right now he was too focussed on Deon and the other three things he was nervous about. Wow, Deon looked impressive. He wouldn't be surprised if this was the to-be leader of the Wolves.. kind of like an heir, Minato guessed. As he passed the clump of riled up drunks, he pickpocketed a few of them. He thought he did a good job, but at the last moment one of them turned around and grabbed his arm, using his other hand to grab a bottle nearby from a table and lifting it up above his head, then afterwards sending it down to Minato's skull. At the last moment Minato was able to let go of Knox, and intercept the moving arm quickly enough to stop it BARELY above his head. He turned his wrist to the side of the man's thumb and escaped his grasp, then pulled the hand with the bottle down, destabilizing the man and pulling him towards him, sending the man falling onto his face. To make it more believable that he didn't do a thing, Minato yelled “Damn drunks!” loudly, but ofcourse nobody gave two shits, let alone a single shit, cause they were all cheering for Deon.
Minato grabbed Knox again and pushed roughly half the money into his hands. It wasn't a fortune, it wasn't much, it was barely average, maybe 30 dollars if they were lucky, and since the odds were very very much so in Deons favor betting on him would probably net them 35 dollars back. “I'm not sure if we should bet on him, we're not gonna win because the odds are like 10:1 on Spike, and barely 1,5:1 on Deon I think. You know, we could just relax and watch the Wolves a bit. It could be like an excursion to the Zoo!” Minato joked at the boy again, continueing shortly after a slight laugh and tilt of the head. “Remember to not tap the glass, wolves don't like that. Do you drink?” he asked the boy as he pulled him towards the bar area, where the Wolves were seated. As Minato would pull him up the stairs, he took a quick look at the crowd. The bar had filled up more with skanks, sluts, pimps, hoe's, whores and the like, as well as drug dealers, unofficial bookies, drunks, ''gangsters'' and the occasional man-whore. This was a crazy place, but that wasn't what Minato was checking for. He looked over the crowd near the Wolves, spotting Queen Slut, Gorilla-cyborg, some sort of crazy Steampunk-Victorian-parade monkey and a seemingly normal girl next to the Gorilla-cyborg. The somewhat rich looking girl was still there, as well.
Again, Minato suddenly pulled Knox in closer to his mouth and told him in his ear, “Remember: don't tap the glass or we'll get problems with the Zoo-keepers, Wolves are an endangered species and we cannot bother them too much. The North Star doesn't like it if we do, I guess.” He was telling the kid that he didn't want any trouble with the rest of the gang, as they were here on off-time, not to engage in gang activities. “Take this and get me two Jukusen beers, and.. well whatever you want for yourself. It's on me, I guess.” He threw the boy some more of the money he had just managed to pick-pocket from the drunks. It would probably be enough, but Minato wasn't sure. He didn't care. He'd push the boy towards the bar area, not too hard, then would turn around and walk past the majority of the Wolves, looking at them obviously, and then standing at the railing.
He rubbed his head a bit. The beerbottle had hit him softly, and it hurt like a bitch. “Ksu, ksu, ksu..”
Minato grabbed the boys arm again and pulled him with him again, appearing to be quite a hyperactive guy, in reality this was because there was a million things racing through his mind, as he was quite nervous about a few things. First of all he had to earn more respect with the Lost Ones, and he planned on pulling Knox up there with him, smith a bond between the two of them so they'd have their backs no matter what. He'd have his back, and vice versa.. even if they went against the Lost Ones themselves he'd help the boy. That is, if he worked along.
Second of all he had to earn some money, as he was short on his rent this week as he wasn't a moneymaker at all, and lived week by week. And third.. the Wolves made him uneasy, staring around and at him, thinking he wouldn't notice, but he did as it was quite obvious. Wolves like to think they are stealthy enough, but the flashy outfits and extravagant bullshit surrounding them made it clear they weren't normal people here for a good time, but to make money or whatever it is they did.
As he pulled the stoner boy through the crowd, he looked out for drunk patrons in the area, spotting a few clumped together with a bunch of beers and vodka, rum and what have ye, cheering for the first guy to enter the ring. The announcer introduced him as 'Spike' and that name could be roughly translated to ''I'm a douche.'' Minato batted no eye at the man, until a different song started playing. Some annoying electronic music with something about walking a road paved of gold. Minato didn't care, until he heard ''Deon'' fall from the announcers word. The crowd went mad, literally, as in a corner a group of supporters of Spike, dressed mostly in douchebag clothes, engaged in a small fight with Deon supporters, who were somewhat more appropiatly dressed, looking good, cool and didn't appear to be drunk off their ass. The fight was broken off quickly by guards of The Spit, not afraid to use violence themselves either, sending a few of them home with black eyes.
Minato looked at Deon as he ran around doing his little jiggy dance, hugging a woman and all kinds of shit, getting the crowd quite riled up. Somewhere deep within Minato he understood the excitement, but right now he was too focussed on Deon and the other three things he was nervous about. Wow, Deon looked impressive. He wouldn't be surprised if this was the to-be leader of the Wolves.. kind of like an heir, Minato guessed. As he passed the clump of riled up drunks, he pickpocketed a few of them. He thought he did a good job, but at the last moment one of them turned around and grabbed his arm, using his other hand to grab a bottle nearby from a table and lifting it up above his head, then afterwards sending it down to Minato's skull. At the last moment Minato was able to let go of Knox, and intercept the moving arm quickly enough to stop it BARELY above his head. He turned his wrist to the side of the man's thumb and escaped his grasp, then pulled the hand with the bottle down, destabilizing the man and pulling him towards him, sending the man falling onto his face. To make it more believable that he didn't do a thing, Minato yelled “Damn drunks!” loudly, but ofcourse nobody gave two shits, let alone a single shit, cause they were all cheering for Deon.
Minato grabbed Knox again and pushed roughly half the money into his hands. It wasn't a fortune, it wasn't much, it was barely average, maybe 30 dollars if they were lucky, and since the odds were very very much so in Deons favor betting on him would probably net them 35 dollars back. “I'm not sure if we should bet on him, we're not gonna win because the odds are like 10:1 on Spike, and barely 1,5:1 on Deon I think. You know, we could just relax and watch the Wolves a bit. It could be like an excursion to the Zoo!” Minato joked at the boy again, continueing shortly after a slight laugh and tilt of the head. “Remember to not tap the glass, wolves don't like that. Do you drink?” he asked the boy as he pulled him towards the bar area, where the Wolves were seated. As Minato would pull him up the stairs, he took a quick look at the crowd. The bar had filled up more with skanks, sluts, pimps, hoe's, whores and the like, as well as drug dealers, unofficial bookies, drunks, ''gangsters'' and the occasional man-whore. This was a crazy place, but that wasn't what Minato was checking for. He looked over the crowd near the Wolves, spotting Queen Slut, Gorilla-cyborg, some sort of crazy Steampunk-Victorian-parade monkey and a seemingly normal girl next to the Gorilla-cyborg. The somewhat rich looking girl was still there, as well.
Again, Minato suddenly pulled Knox in closer to his mouth and told him in his ear, “Remember: don't tap the glass or we'll get problems with the Zoo-keepers, Wolves are an endangered species and we cannot bother them too much. The North Star doesn't like it if we do, I guess.” He was telling the kid that he didn't want any trouble with the rest of the gang, as they were here on off-time, not to engage in gang activities. “Take this and get me two Jukusen beers, and.. well whatever you want for yourself. It's on me, I guess.” He threw the boy some more of the money he had just managed to pick-pocket from the drunks. It would probably be enough, but Minato wasn't sure. He didn't care. He'd push the boy towards the bar area, not too hard, then would turn around and walk past the majority of the Wolves, looking at them obviously, and then standing at the railing.
He rubbed his head a bit. The beerbottle had hit him softly, and it hurt like a bitch. “Ksu, ksu, ksu..”
Anyone interested in starting shit with Minato, maybe?
I think that's a problem with RPG, I've had that with my iPhone since oldguild.
YoshiSkittlez said
She's waiting to hear what the distraction is going to be first. Twould be nice to know what the plan is.
Good point. Well, then I guess you're stuck. Is Deon's fight required for the plan, though?
Wait. Can he not just.. conversate with the others? AFAIK there's no rules regarding fighting drunk/being in the crowd before you fight.. so.. he could just socialise with the other characters.
It's okay, man. Real life comes first in any situation - ever.
YoshiSkittlez said
Unless I can just get Deon to start fighting without them :3
Can't D.J be her loner-self and travel ahead of the group?
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