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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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I'm not a number in your corporate government, man.
I can see us using it. :p
I'm game, but you know I am Hillie.
Good to see you here Masaki - - sad about that other thing but w/e. I'll need to come up with a new type of character cause I always play the same thing. Either way, let's do this shit.
Good to see you here Masaki - - sad about that other thing but w/e. I'll need to come up with a new type of character cause I always play the same thing. Either way, let's do this shit.
Would it be an idea to make an IRC or a chat for this?
Another person had appeared and he sat down, before pulling out a gun and interrogating Val. “I'm Valentin Schwarzwald, but call me what you wanna call me. Do you need to take out a gun when you talk to me?” He said it with a smile and a laugh, as miss Kennedy also had her gun out, but he felt like it wasn't that good an idea to take out a gun either way, considering this was a group of comrades and not enemies. Valentin looked around the group and noticed that Mason was, indeed, a Knight as well. Val had almost forgotten that this veteran also had a daughter, which wasn't something you'd expect from him. Well, Val didn't expect it for that matter. “I forgot you had a daughter - how is she, Mason?” It was one of those questions that you really just had to ask out of niceness. He was about to ask him something else when some weird.. well, a weird window appeared.
Rather than jump in straight away after the knife went through, Valentin first looked at Kennedy and the others. “That looks cool. Did you do that, miss Kennedy?” He walked closer to inspect it, just as this mysterious guy in the darkness had done, except Valentin was a bit more.. straightforward. He looked in, saw two guards beating up some poor soul and denoted that this was almost like watching a TV show. He slowly extended his hand towards the 'tear' and pushed it in, unsure what might happen. It seemed to be quite.. okay. “Hm. What channel is it on?” he joked, before realizing the situation. If he can stick his hand in, and not feel anything strange or weird, and there was two guard-guys beating up this fellow.. “OI! This is real!” he yelled, before extending his hand further into the tear and grabbing one of the guards by his collar. The guard yelped, “What th- EY!” he yelled, before he fell through the tear. Valentin threw him unto the ground and cocked his arm back, before sending a hard punch into the guys face. “Don't beat up people, man, it's bad for your health!” he yelled in the mans face, before throwing another punch towards him. He let him go, then stood up, looking into the tear where likely Valentin's actions had set off some sort of reaction from the guards - either that or someone had seen this as a que to get into the tear.
He was about to hop through to see where the TV-window-tear lead, but the guard tried to get up, holding onto Val's leg. “Hey, stay down.” he said, looking like a true badass as he pivoted on his foot, sending his other foot into the guys face at mach-10 speeds. Or well, perhaps not quite that fast. But it was certainly hard, as the man instantly let go of Valentin's leg and slid a few feet away into the nearby cellar wall.
Atami - 2spooky
Atami had been walking for a solid five minutes before he realized that there were more footsteps than just his own. The Mythari that had perched itself on his shoulders for the entire time faced the dark hallway with the impending footsteps, and stared at it in confusion. But just like Atami, the Mythari seemed reasonably calm about it, ready for a fight none the less. Atami slowly got his hands out of his pockets and balled them into fists, waiting to see what'd appear, as it wouldn't be that unlikely an undead sucker crawled past the main group just to bite Atami in the ass. Either that or everyone else was dead already and were now coming to get Atami, too. But as the footsteps got closer it seemed it was just the girl that had marched along with them. “Yo.” he said, looking at the Natrelmon that she had brought along. A Crowire and Kaigara were the first ones he saw, but it seemed she had another Kujaku behind her.
“Are you here to fight me or are you here to help?” he asked, his eyes staring at her semi-aggresively, but he wouldn't wait for too long to hear her reply. He turned around and walked off again, putting his fists back into his pockets. “Regardless of which - let's do it after we deal with whatever is inside here.” Despite Atami's 'I don't give a damn' attitude, his Mythari looked at Aera with interest, inspecting the three Natrelmon she had with her. As it finished it's inspection of Aera, it looked at the woman again and shrieked lightly, flapping it's wings around as well. Atami noticed this and shook his shoulder heavily, forcing the Mythari to face forwards again and stop being so annoying. “Any idea where this morgue would be? I can use ass-tral projection to find it but I'm not sure I trust you with my unconscious body.”
Atami had been walking for a solid five minutes before he realized that there were more footsteps than just his own. The Mythari that had perched itself on his shoulders for the entire time faced the dark hallway with the impending footsteps, and stared at it in confusion. But just like Atami, the Mythari seemed reasonably calm about it, ready for a fight none the less. Atami slowly got his hands out of his pockets and balled them into fists, waiting to see what'd appear, as it wouldn't be that unlikely an undead sucker crawled past the main group just to bite Atami in the ass. Either that or everyone else was dead already and were now coming to get Atami, too. But as the footsteps got closer it seemed it was just the girl that had marched along with them. “Yo.” he said, looking at the Natrelmon that she had brought along. A Crowire and Kaigara were the first ones he saw, but it seemed she had another Kujaku behind her.
“Are you here to fight me or are you here to help?” he asked, his eyes staring at her semi-aggresively, but he wouldn't wait for too long to hear her reply. He turned around and walked off again, putting his fists back into his pockets. “Regardless of which - let's do it after we deal with whatever is inside here.” Despite Atami's 'I don't give a damn' attitude, his Mythari looked at Aera with interest, inspecting the three Natrelmon she had with her. As it finished it's inspection of Aera, it looked at the woman again and shrieked lightly, flapping it's wings around as well. Atami noticed this and shook his shoulder heavily, forcing the Mythari to face forwards again and stop being so annoying. “Any idea where this morgue would be? I can use ass-tral projection to find it but I'm not sure I trust you with my unconscious body.”
The tear is in sight for everyone, right? Like he didn't just waste a good tear on some random guy getting mugged, he actually reached us?
Yes. Because the moment we switch to communism - nobody will think 'Why would I study to be a doctor when I earn a similar wage as a garbage disposer.' That is indeed realistic.
Wrench? I'll fucking wreck it with my FISTS.
MANLINESS, YEAH!
MANLINESS, YEAH!
Name: Joan d'Guillarde, also known under his more Americanised alias as Joan Guarde.
Age: 44.
Occupation: Joan used to be a woodsman before the war, living off of the lands in the woods. Mostly, he made money by chopping trees, hacking it into firewood and selling that. Besides that he had a license to hunt around his lands in France, which sustained him with good meat from time to time. He had to leave to America after the government bought his lands away from under him. There he was a factory worker for some time, before he became a shop owner using the money the government had paid him in France.
Personality: Joan d'Guillarde or Guarde is a true follower - he doesn't feel comfortable in a leading position despite being very suitable for one. That aside he's generally a cheerful happy person - despite the fact that the world around him is pretty damn dead. It's not really sure if he's just really happy, or if he's hiding his sadness. Regardless, he's a great companion.
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