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Still waiting for confirmation from hamster.
Ok I've run into some computer problems (I.e. Completely broken) and I'll be behind in posting for an unknown time. However I do have a phone and iPad on somedays. Expect a post sometime tomorrow.
I'm gonna have to go on a hiatus for an undetermined amount of time, my computer broke and I don't know when I'll get a replacement. So I guess this is goodbye for now.
I'm gonna have to go on a hiatus for an undetermined amount of time, my computer broke and I don't know when I'll get a replacement. I got an Xbox and an iPad but those are hardly good enough for an rp of this scope. I guess I have to bow out unfortunately. Sorry for wasting time.
I'm gonna have to go on a hiatus for an undetermined amount of time, my computer broke and I don't know when I'll get a replacement. So I guess this is goodbye for now.
I'm gonna have to go on a hiatus for an undetermined amount of time, my computer broke and I don't know when I'll get a replacement. So I will try to post as much as I can when I get my hands on the iPad but with how fast this rp is I don't know if I can keep up.
I'm gonna have to go on a hiatus for an undetermined amount of time, my computer broke and I don't know when I'll get a replacement. So I guess this is goodbye for now.
As Lug reached to top of the fire escape he was met with a small group of the wyrdies. Cracking a smile he swung his Mek Wrench in a wide are, slamming the blunt side into soft bodies and causing them to fly in many directions. Some died but that wasn't his point, what was important was that it cleared a big chunk out the group off the building before moving to the stragglers. The woman had been taking them out along side them and even a sniper of some sort had shot down one of the flying ones.
In a short time the small group of wyrdies was taken care of and it was safe to take a breather for a second. Taking stock of his situation, Lug could see several things. Sniper boy had ran off to the bar and left with a good ol molatov, the elf was being an elf, and a horde was still around. Giving a grunt, Lug turned to his partner for the time being and said "Im finken dat we 'ead over to me workshop. The ship is a piece of zoggin trash but I still got me dakka kits and seeing 'ow you be runnin out of bullets you'll need as much dakka you can 'andle."
While waiting for an answer Lug took out the stogie he hadn't finished and placed it in his mouth before sparking the tip with the ark.
In a short time the small group of wyrdies was taken care of and it was safe to take a breather for a second. Taking stock of his situation, Lug could see several things. Sniper boy had ran off to the bar and left with a good ol molatov, the elf was being an elf, and a horde was still around. Giving a grunt, Lug turned to his partner for the time being and said "Im finken dat we 'ead over to me workshop. The ship is a piece of zoggin trash but I still got me dakka kits and seeing 'ow you be runnin out of bullets you'll need as much dakka you can 'andle."
While waiting for an answer Lug took out the stogie he hadn't finished and placed it in his mouth before sparking the tip with the ark.
Releasing a bellow of smoke from his lungs, Lug gave a snort of disdain towards the elf. Damn things preaching about their goddess or whatever. It mattered not to Lug, he knew for the most part that they were all talk and while some of them put up a decent enough fight they were just too fragile in the eyes of the Ork. Turning away from the little group, seeing as they had no interest in talking to him, Lug decided to think up his own plan. Looking around he could see that the wyrdies were everywhere, especially over there where a new victim was being torn apart. Zoggin bastard went down screaming.
Another wave of smoke left Lug's lungs as he took one last drag from his cigar before grinding the tip against his finger, he would finish it later. Putting it with the other cigars in his case, Lug ignored the little runt that talked to him and continued to stay put as the group left. Well, all but one at least. She had moved on, not one to go with the elf and that meant that she at least wasn't easily fooled by their superiority complex that filled the elves very being. Plus the way she talked was pretty Orky, so that meant she was all right in Lug's book.
Watching her go he saw that she was quiet the shot, all if not most of her shots hit the wyrdies dead center in the head. Killing all of them. Interesting, so that's how you kill them dead. However it was becoming apparent that she was going to get overrun pretty soon as she ran out of ammo. Taking out his Mek Wrench, Lug grinned a toothy grin as he dropped from the roof. His fall was a heavy one as his muscles and bones absorbed the shock of the fall but after a little hop or two the tinglies went away.
Seeing the hoard was just upon her, Lug charged forth with the traditional battle cry of his people, "WAAAAAGH!!!"
His battle cry drew much attention from the hoard and away from the girl as the turned to see the louder source of food. Unfortunately for them they found that a Mek Wrench was highly unappetizing as it smashed through their heads with ease. Laughing as he did so Lug swung in a large ark, the bladed part of his wrench cleaving heads and torsos alike. However there were a lot of them and he could not take them on his own without some support.
With ecstatic pants of excitement, Lug ran through the opening he had made and hooked the ladder to the fire escape over with the wrench before pulling it down and climbing it. As he did so he said "Oi! Unless you plan on gettin ate than 'urry up and climb!" with a toothy grin plastered on his face.
Another wave of smoke left Lug's lungs as he took one last drag from his cigar before grinding the tip against his finger, he would finish it later. Putting it with the other cigars in his case, Lug ignored the little runt that talked to him and continued to stay put as the group left. Well, all but one at least. She had moved on, not one to go with the elf and that meant that she at least wasn't easily fooled by their superiority complex that filled the elves very being. Plus the way she talked was pretty Orky, so that meant she was all right in Lug's book.
Watching her go he saw that she was quiet the shot, all if not most of her shots hit the wyrdies dead center in the head. Killing all of them. Interesting, so that's how you kill them dead. However it was becoming apparent that she was going to get overrun pretty soon as she ran out of ammo. Taking out his Mek Wrench, Lug grinned a toothy grin as he dropped from the roof. His fall was a heavy one as his muscles and bones absorbed the shock of the fall but after a little hop or two the tinglies went away.
Seeing the hoard was just upon her, Lug charged forth with the traditional battle cry of his people, "WAAAAAGH!!!"
His battle cry drew much attention from the hoard and away from the girl as the turned to see the louder source of food. Unfortunately for them they found that a Mek Wrench was highly unappetizing as it smashed through their heads with ease. Laughing as he did so Lug swung in a large ark, the bladed part of his wrench cleaving heads and torsos alike. However there were a lot of them and he could not take them on his own without some support.
With ecstatic pants of excitement, Lug ran through the opening he had made and hooked the ladder to the fire escape over with the wrench before pulling it down and climbing it. As he did so he said "Oi! Unless you plan on gettin ate than 'urry up and climb!" with a toothy grin plastered on his face.
Name: "Manny"
Age: Supposedly 23, however his knowledge of the culinary arts far exceeds that of his age.
Appearance: Manny is extremely vague in shape, almost as if his whole body is underneath a blur censor. Everyone knows he is there, everyone knows what he does, but if you were to stop and think about what he looks like you would come up with nothing, except he is always found in his chef uniform.This phenomena is extraordinarily confusing and as such many have adopted Virgil's attitude about it, don't sweat it. Manny doesn't mind it so why should we?
Personality: A happy, jovial, and all around friendly man(?) with a great love and respect for the craft.
Role: For the most part Manny is the main cook of the troupe, able to make just about anything you can think of by using his "magician" abilities to pull ingredients out of his toque. However Virgil's particular brand of cooking is new to him and as such does not know how to cook it, their mutual love for food has made them fast friends.
Other: Manny doesn't necessarily speak as much as the words are known within your head, like telepathy.
Age: Supposedly 23, however his knowledge of the culinary arts far exceeds that of his age.
Appearance: Manny is extremely vague in shape, almost as if his whole body is underneath a blur censor. Everyone knows he is there, everyone knows what he does, but if you were to stop and think about what he looks like you would come up with nothing, except he is always found in his chef uniform.This phenomena is extraordinarily confusing and as such many have adopted Virgil's attitude about it, don't sweat it. Manny doesn't mind it so why should we?
Personality: A happy, jovial, and all around friendly man(?) with a great love and respect for the craft.
Role: For the most part Manny is the main cook of the troupe, able to make just about anything you can think of by using his "magician" abilities to pull ingredients out of his toque. However Virgil's particular brand of cooking is new to him and as such does not know how to cook it, their mutual love for food has made them fast friends.
Other: Manny doesn't necessarily speak as much as the words are known within your head, like telepathy.
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