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And these are the names of the holy angels who watch. . . Raguel, one of the holy angels who takes vengeance on the world of the luminaries.







NOTES

This RP will be episodic, a series of small vignettes focusing on one hunt or case within the overarching plot. Think like individual episodes of a TV show. My goal is to play out each vignette in one to three weeks real time, with a break in between each. That way, you can do "Paris, October 1958" with us all, then skip "Montevideo, March 1959" so you can focus on moving or finals or whatever might need your attention, then hop right back in for "Lahore, January 1960". This also means new people can join us at any time, all they need do is wait for the start of the next case so as to make their introduction feel a little more natural.

As this takes place over several years, expect characters to age. Death is also on the table, whether in action or of natural causes. We'll work it out together.

CHARACTERS


Astrid Brøndsted- Kentsukan
Konstantinos Stavrou- Polyphemus
Nestori Reponen- Hebaboh
Marc Jean-Phillipe Lemieux- Hale

RULES

Naturally, all rules of RPG apply.

Keep the setting in mind, if anyone whips out a cell phone I'm going to be a wee bit irritated.

Please keep all OOC discussion in the appropriate thread.

Maintain a civil and respectful attitude.

No godmodding, munchkins, etc.

Finally, please, have fun!
In Paint 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
DR_TRAPEZOID said
I apologize for my not-posting. Been buried by my other RP's, I managed to forget. FORGIVE ME, POLYPHEMUS.


FROM THIS DAY, WE ARE ENEMIES, YOU AND I
Anybody want to ride with Alex?
So is Nate the only normal person at this party?
Alright, I'll work on an OOC at some point today then.


Is this acceptable?
Well, if it makes anyone feel any better, Klein is going to poke his nose into production business whenever he feels like.
If we can get one more interested voice, the OOC will be a go. Tell your friends!
A trained athlete with a head start, Alex Culver easily reached the motor pool before anyone else. He tossed his hockey stick in through the open window, jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine with the push of a button. Alex smirked at the full fuel gauge. Granted, this wouldn't get him terribly far in this gas guzzler, but it'd do. Besides, if he had read USA Today correctly, then he understood one of these babies cost $65,000. Seemed an appropriate price level for him. He didn't want to be seen in some grocery wagon.

He peeled out of the garage, practically on two wheels. The suspension was a little stiffer than his Hummer, the steering a little tougher. It didn't have the satellite radio or heated leather seats of his ride, either. But it was essentially the same deal. He could handle this, no sweat.

Alex could hear that the firing had dropped off to short, intermittent bursts. Ordinarily he might assume that meant the Marines had won, but the screams and fleeing civilians suggested otherwise. Too many geeks. Alex pulled to a halt in the midst of the chaos, laid on the horn in several sharp bursts. Leaning out the window, he yelled to anyone who could hear. "Free ride! Anyone! Get in, plenty of room!"

He wished his agent was here, this would be great for his image. Professional athlete stops to rescue refugees. Man, that would trend all over Twitter. He could worry about that later, though. He slammed the horn again. "C'mon, people, move it or lose it! Somebody get in here!"
Gladiatorial combat? I'd be game.
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