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You're both out of your fucking minds. I want gen:LOCK to be good too but RWBY has had half a good season at best.
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"Then...what does that make us?"
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imagine thinking wanting to keep ephebophiles out of office is political
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h-haha sucks to be that guy huh
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Brennan skidded to his halt, the resultant screeching of shoes and black scuff marks on pavement only further loosening the bonds that tied the humans of the 21st century to their primal, knuckle-dragging ancestors. By now Brennan Griese, he of the black-and-gold hair and bloodied dress shirt, bore more in common with the violent Aurignacian culture of evolutions gone by than he did with the assumed human that he was chasing after. Were he in any fit shape to rationalize his anger at the figure whose violent mugging he lusted for so hungrily, he would no doubt have found it in him to laugh at the vast well of Cro-Magnon-esque rage that had welled up inside him. After all, it was he who had counseled Umeko to be patient, not let a little corpse get to her, leave things to the authorities. But that was before Umeko had fallen into the sinkhole; that was before he had started the chase. The thrill of the hunt was upon him now.

The scent of blood was stuck in his nostrils.

Perhaps it was more apt to call Brennan Griese a Neanderthal than a Cro-Magnon, for Neanderthals were a capable, hardy race, possessed of knowledge that the more primitive, angrier ancestor to humanity lacked. A Neanderthal might have been capable of dressing itself in the bloodstained Gucci that Brennan was sporting this evening; a Neanderthal had the hunting methodology and survival instinct that a Cro-Magnon may have lacked. In fact, humankind as defined today was actually evolved through the interbreeding of Neanderthals and Cro-Magnons - interbreeding which, in fact, was founded upon a mix of respect for the Cro-Magnon's violent natures and pity for their lack of comprehension in more social matters.

The same interbreeding was in fact taking place tonight in Academy City, between the Homo sapiens Brennan Griese and the doomed subspecies Homo sapiens otaku.

Or, interbreeding would have taken place, if they hadn't stumbled upon the goddamned corpse.

The hunt was all that separated Brennan from his apartment. The hunt had to end - in victory. He had to feel his teeth in the other esper's neck, and soon. Luckily, he was more Neanderthal than Cro-Magnon, and knew how to hunt with tools.

Having noted that the specks of blood and pus spraying from the mangled corpse were forming a trail, Brennan Griese was able to note that the trail had suddenly branched off the main sidewalk and out of the lights of District 15. They were in an alley, which made Brennan's bloody grin expand a notch. Alleys were the perfect places for a good beatdown, as any County Antrim boy worth his bloody knuckles knew all too well. He also knew that there were plenty of places in an alleyway to stop cold in your tracks, press against a wall, and let a lad outrun you before heading back to the main road. He needed visibility.

Luckily, in the 21st century, any fucking knob with a good phone in his pocket could lend you that. On top of that, Brennan knew enough of cities to know what was on the side of many a building that comprised an alleyway.

The labyrinthine pipes that supplied those buildings. Such vulnerable little faucets that stretched on for a block. Vulnerable little faucets with all that water...and all that pressure.

Brennan weighed using his hand, but that would smart even for him. A kick would be a safer bet, but...

Ah, fuggit.

Deez shoes are already well 'n' fooked.


Brennan Griese stood in front of the nearest faucet, his body stripped of fear by the thrill of adrenaline, and sang the first faucet in the alley some sweet chin music. Two related, and equally fortuitous, events occurred within a second of each other.

First; the water in the open pipes was pressurized beyond what the pipes were meant to handle, and as it traveled down the line of buildings, the pipe system began to pop off faucet after faucet, spraying the alleyway with highly pressurized water.

Second; Brennan Griese himself, standing at ground zero of the hosing down from hell, took not just the blast of water head on, but also the force of the faucet itself popping into his diaphragm at an unhealthy range of psis of force. He absorbed the force as fuel without complaint, even though the affected spot would probably smart in the morning with Umeko's snoring, drooling head balanced atop it.

If the force of the water that now sprayed through the alley in half a dozen makeshift geysers hadn't knocked the other Esper off his feet, the water would no doubt leave an outline that could be picked up again. And for that, Brennan Griese had just the thing.

Aforementioned good phone in his pocket, the glass on the back of the phone's surface cracked from pressure but nonetheless still containing a lens capable of flashlight mode.

With a beam of light now emanating from the device in his shirt pocket, Brennan Griese began to sprint through the water, down the alley, in the direction of his prey.
In Rectifier 12 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
That was me too; I misunderstood the deadline as tonight rather than last night. The original statement's gone so I can't double check, but I imagine I must have misread it as midnight tonight. My fault. Totally understand the verdict, the mistake was on our end.


Yeah, this was my confusion, too. The way it was laid out in the 0th post for the past few days was that you weren't accepting anything until today, so I figured I would just dump everything here today as a finished project, since I don't like WIP CSes. Oops.
In Rectifier 12 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Kay. No prob.
In Rectifier 12 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
<Snipped quote by jakeb1993>

Indeed. Indeed. The Deadline has in fact passed! Reviews and Acceptances are happening as quickly as I can manage. So I'll tag you all when that happens! Until then you must now all wait in agony. But honestly, I should be done soonish!



I've still got a few paragraphs to do on a field or two; are submissions actually closed? I got a little more long-winded than I thought I would with Exchange backstory.
In Rectifier 12 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Sheet should be all prepped up and ready to go by late this afternoon!
In Rectifier 14 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I'll definitely be done by Sunday as well.


Brennan Griese had screamed out in fury as the blast overtook most of the collected group of students.

"THAT!"

"WAS!"

"ME!"

"FOOKIN'!"

"̶̡͎̲̻̼͎͈̱̭͚̺ͦ̿̀̒ͤ͌͌͛ͅṮ̷̨̠̻̯̥͖͔̺̱̘̯̳̤̓̋̑̆ͧͫ̆ͦ̃͆ͤ͜͞A̧̭̭͔͓͇̥̬͚̯̿͗̂ͩ̊̎ͮ̌͆̇ͨ͂̄̅͠ͅA̱̩̠̓͆̄͑ͪ̌͗̄̽̓̈́͌̐̆̀͢͟͠Å̼͎̼̤̥̪̺͍͖͍̦ͮ̓ͧ̑͐ͯ͊̓̑̂͘͢A̡̛̩͙̹̣͍̼̦̘̦͒͒̇͑̀A̵̢̤̤̘̱̲̗̪͉͓͕͓̹͔̜̫͈̥ͦ̎̌̋̂͛͒̾͊̒ͧ́̍͟͜ͅA̵̧̛̦̥̮̰͚̼̖̻̭͙̤͕̼̹̣͔̭͋̂̍͂ͯ̾̾̑ͤ͊̚͟A̧̛̯̤͙̳̖͖̬͍͙̲̹̳̤̺ͫͧͯͬ̀̕͝ͅA̴͉̗̹̙͖̯̯͚̲̺͚ͦ͊͛ͧ̿ͮͬ͑ͤ͑ͤ͛ͧͯ͂ͯ͆̀K̵̸̨̖͙͔͈̟̼̳͓̭̆̂̄̓͠ͅEͭͯͦͮ̄͂̀͢͢͢҉̙̩̣̭̭͍̮̮̯͙͖̣O̷̴̪͉̤͙̘͎̝̭̝͉͙̪̥̟͔̥̜͍̓ͪ̉̊̈̑̈ͫ̈̇͐̄̊͡͡O̸̡͉̦̫̣̥̞̝̩ͫ̇͒̓͑̉̈́ͧͧͨͮ̔ͯ͘O̡͇͓̳̥̙͈̳̮͓̜͇͕͓̳͛̇̾̓̑͛͋͌ͥ̃̒̅̆͐ͤ͢O̸̩̯̹̜̣̮̦̣̭͕̖̺̘̰̻͔̣̖ͥͪͨ̄ͮ̆̂̾̆̓̔̑͂ͨ͜͠O̡̯͓̮͙͎͔̠̯̞͚͈͚̭̭̖̹̠̟̜ͨ̌͒̐́͜͞Ö̴͓̙̥͉̫̰̜̰̖͙̦͖́̆̍̏̿̑̄̑̕͜ͅͅƠ̵̛̰̤̬̝̘̫̼̲͔͚͎̱̤͚͖̖͖̙ͧ̔̈́ͩ̒̒͗͛ͧ̀̽͛̊ͭͧ̋̏ͦͅO̰̪̠̣̣͎̎ͣͪ̅͒̅̃̔ͥ̋͑̏͊͐̄͢͡O̵̧͇̭̻̬̫͙̻̜͎̗̰͕̻̦͉ͩ̀̍ͫͨ̌̾̍ͪͪ̑̌ͭ̃O̶̢̲̳̘͍̰͖̺̹̤͉͍̙͈̟̹̹̍̐͐ͫ̿ͥ̌̇ͧ͛̊ͭ͂͋͋ͧ́͝Ǫ̸̛́͐̓̉̎̄̌͌̋ͮͤ̏͑̚҉̙͈̗͎̲͙͕̗͍͓̤̟̝͞Ỏͧ͋̉̉́͘͏̩̩͉͍͕͚̯̥͈̜͉̮͙U̻̻͓̖̯̟̠̪̤͔̘̺̱̞͓ͧͭͯ̏̕̕͜T̢̯̬̝̳̭̙̠̖̏ͩ͛̂́͑̎ͮ̕͞ͅ!̴̷͖̪̙̩̭ͧͧ̂̓ͥ̽"͎̥͍̥̬͎̘̤̗̣̪͎̣̦͖̲̿̽̾̀͜͟͟͢͢ͅͅ


His food hung suspended in the air before him for a tantalizing second, as if a man of Brennan's caliber and wealth still had time to pluck it from the sky on its hopeless plunge. He wanted to scream louder. He wanted to cry. He wanted to laugh hysterically. Most importantly, he wanted Umeko to have to pay for the pizza that would be replacing their expensive dinner.

"THAT SASHIMI," shrieked the Irish boy, possessed with the all-consuming and thunderous rage of Zeus, "WAS DOLPHIN, YOU LIMP-DICKED COONT! YOU GUNNA PAY FOR DAT FOOKIN' DOLPHIN!?"

He wasn't Umeko, wasting dolphins wasn't exactly in his blood! There were only eight restaurants in Academy City that would even serve it to you, and all of them required the use of a fucking password! This had been his treat!

It wasn't even about the explosion or the corpse anymore, although the fact that this pussy thought such a mere little trick of the light was capable of throwing his nose from the strong scent of blood and pus was an insult all its own to the semi-lucid Armani predator. All but one of his senses had avoided being fooled, and even the ducking of the corpse thief under the bright neon of Academy City's nighttime lighting was noticeable to the trained eye. This was still worthy of being called a chase.

Nay, thought Brennan Griese. A brief flash of light - the advertisement on the side of one of Academy City's automated buses, running its route through the shopping district to pick up students living the nightlife - gave the heat shimmer a murky, amorphous outline that vaguely resembled a person slung over another.

Dis is a fookin' hoont.

"YOU'LL LIVE TO REGRET HAVIN' FOOKED WIT' ME, POOSY!" he screamed after the retreating figure, before he leaped out, spread-eagled, into the path of the bus.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH"


THUNK-kunk


The bus had come to a halt in the street, not having skidded to a halt so much as just frozen, robbed of inertia like a device suddenly drained of its battery power. The boy who had taken the suicidal leap of faith into the transport's path, however, didn't seem to be drained at all by the accident. If anything, he seemed unruffled mentally, even with the several thin trickles of blood on his face and a matted shirt and vest.

And, in the neon glow of the advertisements that reached to the stars, it was plain to see that his hair now had highlights.

Brennan Griese beamed, revealing bloody gums between his front teeth and his right incisor from his contact with the pavement, and began to run in the direction the shimmer had gone. Fast.

The dolphin sashimi lay near the puddle of blood left behind by the corpse, gone but not forgotten.
In Rectifier 18 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Xanadu, I meant to ask (and this probably isn't relevant for my character) but I wanted to press you a little further on outer space development. So there's a moon base planned/or in progress, but what kinds of orbital developments are there exactly? Mostly ISS-type research stations? All government owned stuff?
In Rectifier 18 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I'm thinking of a mid-twenties fixer type of character. He's not someone with a whole lot of augmentations (aside from maybe your basic combat chassis/cybernetic arm, because why not) but brings a strategic mindset to most of his jobs. We're talking someone who has survived through skill with a gun, obsessive stalking and tracking of patterns weeks in advance of a job, running routes in advance, and who at least has savvy enough to cover his digital footprint in case of reprisal. I like the idea of going more Luddite and stacking up tactical knowledge and old-time street smarts versus some more advanced augmentations or financial clout.

A CS first draft should be up soon enough.
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