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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Judges 1:19.
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MrDidact said
She turned me into a Newt!Also update later today my faithful players, first day of the semester is now complete but the work is far from done.
I hope it's a fruitful semester for you. Don't study too hard!
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I guess I'll throw in.
"Why the hell do you keep calling me? Haven't you seen The Wire?" Cooper screamed into his phone. "Cops, if you're listening, I don't know who the hell this dork is, alright? And I sure as hell don't know Maria Todd! Never met her! Don't know what she looks like! Didn't sell her a teenth last night!" In a near panic, Cooper threw the phone onto his unmade bed, before snatching it back up and holding it to his ear. "Thanks for calling! Bye!"
Hanging up, Harley took a deep breath and looked around the upstairs bedroom, trying to work out his next move, if there was a next move. Whoever that guy who had called had told him that everyone was saying Maria Todd had been murdered to death. A lot of rumors and hearsay, but enough to make Cooper Harley incredibly paranoid. Not that his substance abuse problem was helping with the paranoia, but who's keeping track.
"People are dying. I've gotta protect myself," he said as he turned over his mattress. He was pretty sure it was still down there, though in this house it was hard to tell. Did he even own a gun? He couldn't remember. Probably not.
Oh, there was his gun. Cooper grinned, brushing aside a lock of his unruly hair as he picked up the AMT Backup and slammed home a magazine. Six rounds of .380. He'd be fine now if somebody decided he was next on the list. "I feel safer already," he said to himself as he slipped the pistol into his waistband right behind his belt buckle. He stretched, decided to light up again. A little crystal would take the edge off.
Hanging up, Harley took a deep breath and looked around the upstairs bedroom, trying to work out his next move, if there was a next move. Whoever that guy who had called had told him that everyone was saying Maria Todd had been murdered to death. A lot of rumors and hearsay, but enough to make Cooper Harley incredibly paranoid. Not that his substance abuse problem was helping with the paranoia, but who's keeping track.
"People are dying. I've gotta protect myself," he said as he turned over his mattress. He was pretty sure it was still down there, though in this house it was hard to tell. Did he even own a gun? He couldn't remember. Probably not.
Oh, there was his gun. Cooper grinned, brushing aside a lock of his unruly hair as he picked up the AMT Backup and slammed home a magazine. Six rounds of .380. He'd be fine now if somebody decided he was next on the list. "I feel safer already," he said to himself as he slipped the pistol into his waistband right behind his belt buckle. He stretched, decided to light up again. A little crystal would take the edge off.
Ah, thank Christ.
I'm a little uncertain when I'm allowed to post next, given the established posting order.
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Clearly you've gone insane. Seek treatment.
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SONJA
"You know what else is rude? Lighting people on fire," Sonja came back lamely. The quipping part had never come easily to her. Maybe the League offered classes in battlefield repartee. At any rate, she had bigger fish to fry- namely the acolyte's wrecking ball fists.
She managed to dodge the first blow, saw that the acolyte was knocked off balance by the heavy swing, knew she had to act quickly. With the dampening field in place, magical brute force wouldn't work- unorthodox tactics and the simple tricks she was used to doing would have to work. With that, Sonja plucked from the cuff of her blouse several silk handkerchiefs, knotted together into a short rope. Garden magic, so simple even the humblest novice could do it, beneath the notice of the dampening field.
The next part was a little more complicated. She grit her teeth, and feeling like she was swimming through molasses, gave the knotted handkerchiefs a twist before flinging them through the air to rest on the neck of the hooded woman. But at some point in the short flight through the air between Sonja's hands and the woman's neck, it turned into a very alive, very agitated, very poisonous asp. Hissing, it wrapped around the woman right as Light leaped for her.
SIXGUN
Rather than try to fight both men at once, Ben took a couple steps back, trying to line them up. He dashed the butt of his Colt across one's chin, grabbed the dazed man by the collar and pushed him heavily towards the other apprentice, hoping to knock both to the ground and buy a little time. He stepped backwards for breathing room, fumbling to reload his revolver as he listened to Morningstar's advice. Keep hammering at his shield until it fell apart? He could do that, especially if Witchfinder kept at it. Where was La Sombra, anyways? That man had clearly been through the mill, he shouldn't have any problems handling this.
"You know what else is rude? Lighting people on fire," Sonja came back lamely. The quipping part had never come easily to her. Maybe the League offered classes in battlefield repartee. At any rate, she had bigger fish to fry- namely the acolyte's wrecking ball fists.
She managed to dodge the first blow, saw that the acolyte was knocked off balance by the heavy swing, knew she had to act quickly. With the dampening field in place, magical brute force wouldn't work- unorthodox tactics and the simple tricks she was used to doing would have to work. With that, Sonja plucked from the cuff of her blouse several silk handkerchiefs, knotted together into a short rope. Garden magic, so simple even the humblest novice could do it, beneath the notice of the dampening field.
The next part was a little more complicated. She grit her teeth, and feeling like she was swimming through molasses, gave the knotted handkerchiefs a twist before flinging them through the air to rest on the neck of the hooded woman. But at some point in the short flight through the air between Sonja's hands and the woman's neck, it turned into a very alive, very agitated, very poisonous asp. Hissing, it wrapped around the woman right as Light leaped for her.
SIXGUN
Rather than try to fight both men at once, Ben took a couple steps back, trying to line them up. He dashed the butt of his Colt across one's chin, grabbed the dazed man by the collar and pushed him heavily towards the other apprentice, hoping to knock both to the ground and buy a little time. He stepped backwards for breathing room, fumbling to reload his revolver as he listened to Morningstar's advice. Keep hammering at his shield until it fell apart? He could do that, especially if Witchfinder kept at it. Where was La Sombra, anyways? That man had clearly been through the mill, he shouldn't have any problems handling this.
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I actually like that idea a lot. Call him Pharmacy or something like that.
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SONJA
Sonja groaned inwardly as Light decided to help Hot Rod doubleteam the pyro in there, leaving her to handle the robed figure. Which meant the only real backup she might have would be Clearly Insane Person, or whatever she called herself, if she ever arrived. Her weakened magic against this person, who judging from the way she levitated and gathered life energy from the dead guards, knew what she was about.
"Alright, let's take down the wall- holy shit!" Sonja said, diving out of the way of flying rubble as Light smashed the concrete wall to bits with one punch and dove straight through the flames, throwing punches at the burning woman like Sugar Ray. Sonja decided then and there that she wanted Light on her side at all times from now on.
While Light kept the pyrokinetic occupied, Sonja took the now unwatched door and made a beeline straight for the levitating acolyte. She could sense the raw magical power there, and Sonja knew the mysterious woman could sense hers as well. Both immediately knew what this meant: magical combat, a reality-warping chess game of life and death. Which was why Sonja's opening move was to rush straight at her and swing a baseball bat at her head. Sorcerers are an egotistical lot, always looking to impress one another with a larger and more complicated spell when they face off. They often don't expect to be physically struck by another sorcerer, at least not right away, and certainly not with something as humble as a baseball bat.
In other circumstances, Sonja would've been happy to duel her in the usual grandiose fashion. But no one was watching, her power was dampened, and the room was on fire. Better to just surprise her.
SIXGUN
"And once more Fletcher Ross finds himself in an un-yoo-za-wall situation," Sixgun quipped as the assistants ran forwards clutching knives and other weapons. He snapped the freshly loaded cylinder shut, fanned the hammer as he fired all six rounds into the oncoming mass of men. His gun clicked empty and there was no time to reload. Sixgun passed the revolver into his left hand, clutching it by the hot barrel. With his right, he dug out his pearl-handled switchblade, snapped it open, and threw himself at whoever was left of the Alchemist's men. He fought without any particular style or strategy, just a maniac lashing out with a knife in one hand and a blunt object in the other, trying to cleave a path to the Alchemist.
Sonja groaned inwardly as Light decided to help Hot Rod doubleteam the pyro in there, leaving her to handle the robed figure. Which meant the only real backup she might have would be Clearly Insane Person, or whatever she called herself, if she ever arrived. Her weakened magic against this person, who judging from the way she levitated and gathered life energy from the dead guards, knew what she was about.
"Alright, let's take down the wall- holy shit!" Sonja said, diving out of the way of flying rubble as Light smashed the concrete wall to bits with one punch and dove straight through the flames, throwing punches at the burning woman like Sugar Ray. Sonja decided then and there that she wanted Light on her side at all times from now on.
While Light kept the pyrokinetic occupied, Sonja took the now unwatched door and made a beeline straight for the levitating acolyte. She could sense the raw magical power there, and Sonja knew the mysterious woman could sense hers as well. Both immediately knew what this meant: magical combat, a reality-warping chess game of life and death. Which was why Sonja's opening move was to rush straight at her and swing a baseball bat at her head. Sorcerers are an egotistical lot, always looking to impress one another with a larger and more complicated spell when they face off. They often don't expect to be physically struck by another sorcerer, at least not right away, and certainly not with something as humble as a baseball bat.
In other circumstances, Sonja would've been happy to duel her in the usual grandiose fashion. But no one was watching, her power was dampened, and the room was on fire. Better to just surprise her.
SIXGUN
"And once more Fletcher Ross finds himself in an un-yoo-za-wall situation," Sixgun quipped as the assistants ran forwards clutching knives and other weapons. He snapped the freshly loaded cylinder shut, fanned the hammer as he fired all six rounds into the oncoming mass of men. His gun clicked empty and there was no time to reload. Sixgun passed the revolver into his left hand, clutching it by the hot barrel. With his right, he dug out his pearl-handled switchblade, snapped it open, and threw himself at whoever was left of the Alchemist's men. He fought without any particular style or strategy, just a maniac lashing out with a knife in one hand and a blunt object in the other, trying to cleave a path to the Alchemist.
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