To say Rick was confused would be an understatement. He was just sitting here, enjoying his drink when some girl...boy...thing waltzed up to the stage and declared itself the "Nightly companion", which meant it was a prostitute...great. Plus the announcement was just a recap of what he already knew. With no indication of any change and not wanting to be in the presence of the prostitute while sober, Rick got up and fallowed the lead of the girl that had just left.
He was about to leave when a girl walked in and seemed a little confused. She announced herself to be Mika, or Mimi, and seemed to be wondering if she had missed anything. With nothing better to do, Rick said "No, you didn't miss anything. They just told us what we already know, names Richard by the way but call me Rick." With a smile and an outstretched hand.
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Team SRVO itself has been filled but as I said I am looking for a maximum of 2 teams. I'll just have to come up with the second team name.
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Interested, I'm gonna be working on my CS.
Jerry had said this before and he was about to say it again, this was bad. Like always the sudden release of pent up energy had given him jelly bones and he was now incapable of moving much of anything down below. How long he would stay this way was unknown, the last time it happened he was out for about fifteen minutes. But those were punches and these were bullets, much more dangerous and a lot more force. He could be stuck here for hours in this den of carnality.
While he struggled to move his toes, his arms and upper torso were fine. Silver lining. With Kate gone and him functionally paralyzed Jerry had little else to do but sit tight. Looking at the ceiling Jerry tried to filter out the groans and thumps that seemed to come from all sides, but it was a losing battle. He was about to explode with embarrassment when he heard a doorbell ring. Normally it wouldn't bother him but the words that fallowed it ran cold in his veins, "What can I- Oh my, police officers!".
With the cops at the door Jerry panicked, "They must have came for me!" he thought. Looking around, Jerry hurriedly tried to find a place to hide. The only place that he could feasibly hide in would be the closet but it looked far to small for Jerry. Plus his jelly legs wouldn't get him very far and the closet looked a little cramped, chock full of questionable objects. It looked like this was it for Jerry before he looked up and found his saving grace. Hurriedly Jerry pulled off the clothes from his torso, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and finally placed one hand into the handcuffs that adorned the bed stands. With a little struggle he got his other hand locked as well, while burning with embarrassment this would work...maybe. With little other to do besides pray, Jerry started thinking of an excuse if the cops did show up.
While he struggled to move his toes, his arms and upper torso were fine. Silver lining. With Kate gone and him functionally paralyzed Jerry had little else to do but sit tight. Looking at the ceiling Jerry tried to filter out the groans and thumps that seemed to come from all sides, but it was a losing battle. He was about to explode with embarrassment when he heard a doorbell ring. Normally it wouldn't bother him but the words that fallowed it ran cold in his veins, "What can I- Oh my, police officers!".
With the cops at the door Jerry panicked, "They must have came for me!" he thought. Looking around, Jerry hurriedly tried to find a place to hide. The only place that he could feasibly hide in would be the closet but it looked far to small for Jerry. Plus his jelly legs wouldn't get him very far and the closet looked a little cramped, chock full of questionable objects. It looked like this was it for Jerry before he looked up and found his saving grace. Hurriedly Jerry pulled off the clothes from his torso, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and finally placed one hand into the handcuffs that adorned the bed stands. With a little struggle he got his other hand locked as well, while burning with embarrassment this would work...maybe. With little other to do besides pray, Jerry started thinking of an excuse if the cops did show up.
I have a feeling Shiloh will not take this place well.
After hearing Ghost's little speech, Grout was wary of this pokemons sanity. Just a little bit. But he was asked a question so he felt like he had to answer it. Looking in Ghost's eyes, Grout said "No, I'm not very fast. I'm an aron, we aren't made for speed. I just roll with the punches and try to dish out more than I take." Grout knew it wasn't a great stratagy but it was the only one he knew. Besides, when he evolves he will become even tougher just like mom.
Speaking up again, Grout said "I don't just fight either, I'm a miner. Its probably why I was brought here in the first place, I'm one of the best diggers on the island." With a puff of pride Grout was sure it was true, the only diggers he knew of that were better than him were purely ground types so they had an advantage in that area.
With a growl of his stomach, Grout realized that he was still hungry and with his bad mood lifted it wouldn't impair his hunger like it did before. Standing up on his feet, Grout asked the weird warrior if he would join him for dinner. This would probably be the last decent meal they will have in a long time, might as well enjoy it while they can.
Speaking up again, Grout said "I don't just fight either, I'm a miner. Its probably why I was brought here in the first place, I'm one of the best diggers on the island." With a puff of pride Grout was sure it was true, the only diggers he knew of that were better than him were purely ground types so they had an advantage in that area.
With a growl of his stomach, Grout realized that he was still hungry and with his bad mood lifted it wouldn't impair his hunger like it did before. Standing up on his feet, Grout asked the weird warrior if he would join him for dinner. This would probably be the last decent meal they will have in a long time, might as well enjoy it while they can.
Whoops, I forgot this was a thing. My bad.
OOC is up.
One way or another, you were hurt. You could have been a big shot hunter or a green horn but either way you ended up here, on a bed, hooked up to life support, and pumped with so many drugs you could almost forget you cant do what you worked so hard to get. Your future is bleak and your choices slim. Looking at the morphine drip, it would just be so easy to reach up and squeeze, ending it all. That is until a knock on the door rouses you from your thoughts and a man walks in. He is small, weaselly, and unimpressive but he talks and you listen.
Eventually you learn that he wants you to join an experiment of sorts. Apparently there are others like you. They are hurt, lost, and have nothing left to lose. The man explains that the people he works for could help you but it will cost you far more than any money or mere possession, no you will pay with something much more precious. Your very humanity. With this in mind you must now make a choice. Whats more important to you, your ability to be a hunter or the loss of the one thing that united you with every other human.
RWBY with cyborgs, that's basically it. The story will revolve around you and your comrades as you go through the trials and tribulations of part machine. Some will love you, some will hate you, but in the end what matters is your continued existence as a hunter. The plot will be mission driven which will most likely be "Go here, exterminate Grimm" but there will be more...shady missions to come. How you deal with these questionable jobs is up to you.
While the plot is mission based there will be moderate gaps between them and lots of time to interact with your comrades in arms. In the end this RP will be about the characters and how they react to their missions.
Let me know if you have any questions.
Eventually you learn that he wants you to join an experiment of sorts. Apparently there are others like you. They are hurt, lost, and have nothing left to lose. The man explains that the people he works for could help you but it will cost you far more than any money or mere possession, no you will pay with something much more precious. Your very humanity. With this in mind you must now make a choice. Whats more important to you, your ability to be a hunter or the loss of the one thing that united you with every other human.
RWBY with cyborgs, that's basically it. The story will revolve around you and your comrades as you go through the trials and tribulations of part machine. Some will love you, some will hate you, but in the end what matters is your continued existence as a hunter. The plot will be mission driven which will most likely be "Go here, exterminate Grimm" but there will be more...shady missions to come. How you deal with these questionable jobs is up to you.
While the plot is mission based there will be moderate gaps between them and lots of time to interact with your comrades in arms. In the end this RP will be about the characters and how they react to their missions.
Let me know if you have any questions.
Ok, that's enough people to form at least one group. If we wait a little longer we may be able to form a second. In the mean time I will work on a OOC, it'll probably be up sometime tomorrow.
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