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3 yrs ago
Current One month away from SMT V's release. Super hyped
3 yrs ago
Rest in peace, Koichi Sugiyama. Dragon Quest won't be the same without you
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3 yrs ago
Timeless River Sora mains unite
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3 yrs ago
Writing is a fickle process. Sometimes you're not sure what to put down, sometimes you write way more than you ever intended.
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3 yrs ago
Excited to play Deltarune Chapter 2 tonight. What a perfect start to the weekend!
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Bio




~ 27 Years Old.
~ Enjoys all sorts of settings, and genres. Fandom and Original. Loves writing combat, and sappy stuff.
~ Slow but steady posting schedule, and notifies you of complications!
~ Stupid funny meme guy that prefers friends rather than flame wars.

Most Recent Posts

In Rangers 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@metanoia

I expected this out of Ross TBH

In Rangers 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Potemking

Oh I see...only Charlie....

Smh


Yes, because Jordan is going to kill him once she realizes his dumbass wasn't in the bathroom
In Rangers 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Clint's rampage is unfortunately over for the moment.

Charlie pls save
In Rangers 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Angel Grove Community Center
Interacting w/: @psych0pomp




Clint was forced into a losing defense, an assortment of spears planted in the dirt as he had disarmed the opposition before getting swarmed entirely, his arms up in an attempt to protect his head from sustaining too much damage. Unfortunately, this meant less defense for the rest of his body, and he was at that very moment sick of getting punched in his ribs. And kidneys. God, kidney punches were the worst. It came to an eventual point that Clint almost lost his footing entirely, the man's back against one of the booths as he used it for support, heavy breaths escaping him as he scanned the situation. Three on one was fantastic, it sure was a lot easier to handle this when he could morph. At least he hadn't gotten stabbed, but the less optimistic side of him wanted to say a rib was broken. Maybe he'd just take a nap for a few minutes and they'd piss off? Then he could get back up and kick their asses... As they closed in, he realized that plan wasn't going to work and began bracing himself for another beating.

At least, until a loud noise signified something foreign hitting one of the Drunn Soldiers. The loud crack caught Clint's attention, the man looking up and noticing a guy; He thought he saw him a short while ago, but wasn't particularly sure as the pain was fucking with his recent recollection. Regardless, two of the Drunn Soldiers turned on him, and one was left focusing the cowboy. Panic ran through his mind as he heard the man exclaim at the fact their opposition turned on him, which told Clint he wasn't very prepared for the idea whatsoever. He'd get pissed over a guy playing hero, but then what had Clint done by rushing over here, right? They were two people in the same boat at the moment, and neither of them were going overboard today.

He took a deep breath, a sharp pain shooting through him but he decided it wasn't worth worrying about right now, for better or worse. The third Drunn Soldier had assumed he was weakened enough to pummel by itself, but it couldn't have expected Clint's second wind: The man grabbing it's arm as it took a swing at him, it seemingly having an "Oh shit" moment of it's own with how it tried to recoil against his grip as he delivered multiple firm kicks to it's torso, the final kick knocking it to the ground.

'C'mon, Martyr...' He thought to himself, pushing through the pain to pull one of the Drunn's weapons out of the ground, liking the idea of the kid's approach with the bat, actually! So much that he swung the weapon in both hands towards the ankle of one of the Drunn Soldiers, causing it to tumble down to it's knees, Clint then taking a swing at the second one before it could turn; This time the weapon breaking from the impact as it too was forced down, at least stopping their approach on the guy who tried batting a thousand. Clint had moved in to try and actually finish the job, but found himself getting elbowed in the gut; The pain from the injuries he already had from his previous defensive kicking in full force as he toppled backwards, onto the ground.

He might have went down, but so did one of the soldiers. And the other two were still trying to regain their footing, so perhaps it was a worthwhile exchange for the situation the batter had been in prior. If anything, it at least gave him time to run. Or, if he was feeling brave still, to take a few cheap shots while they were struggling.





Sid's eyes focused on the card in front of her, picking it up and eyeing it for a moment. She paid no attention to Avery talking to the tourist, or that he nodded and sort of disengaged from the conversation to wait his own turn. 'Cha-ching!' She thought to herself, not sure if she'd use the card personally, or pawn it off on someone else for cash, but she'd definitely take it. She had a huge grin, feeling like she'd already made a good profit, and that was before they even began the questions! Hah, someone was paying for her breakfast this morning!

As the introduction began, most of it ended up going up as white noise in Sid's ears as she happily stared at the person in front of her, mainly noting the cute button-up shirt they were wearing. All the girl caught was 'Avery Washington' and 'consent to an Interview, Fifteen bucks'. Get paid for yapping? Sid LOVED yapping. She loved yapping so much, she carried throat spray just in case her shouting left her feeling hoarse! "Yup, yup. yup! You can talk to me as much as ya want!" She replies to Avery, returning the wink from earlier while including a wide, cheeky grin.

Sid's eyes peered to the recorder, then back to Avery. Oh, this was exciting! Felt like she was on some kind of documentary, except instead of talking about something lame it was about something totally awesome! As she was asked to state her name, Sid took the opportunity to pull her own wallet out, flipping it open in a sassy fashion to both expose her I.D while also using it as a chance to put the gift card away like a dragon stashing it's treasure. "It's Sidney LeBlanc." She stated as if it was a name everyone should know. Which in town, maybe that was the case because she bounced around everywhere. But anyone hearing this recording wouldn't know who the hell she was, not that Sid was thinking that.

"You got that right, pal! But they're like two-legged containers of testosterone, big 'ol stompy hoof feet, barrel chests, and arms bigger than you could ever hope to be." Sid says this, despite being the shorter and younger of the two by a long shot, with extreme confidence. "It's in the name, but they're manly! And they only respect manly things! When they aren't wrestling and punching each other or destroying things, they're working out, chugging rootbeer, and stocking up their shaved chest hair for their trial of manliness!" She points a thumb at herself, a very smug expression on her face now.

"You might be wondering how such a cute gal knows about such burly bros, but I can tell you how, buddy! Because I've met 'em! And I know an absolute piece of work that was actually manly enough to be their friend!" Sid herself kind of fell out of touch with those big burly boys after Jeremy had to leave, the younger her not being enough to really prove herself to them and with Jeremy gone, she wasn't exactly as welcome. But with Jeremy back, and the power of a Hot Topic gift card and fifteen dollars, Sid was eager to give it another shot after all these years. She had to go with Jeremy anyways: Why not bring her new bestest friend along? What's the worst that could happen?

"So, whaddya think? You wanna meet some men?!" She questioned, making this sound a lot weirder than it had to before she said that. Though, considering what she said before sounded batshit bonkers, maybe it wasn't so out of left field. The little supposed goth had the most eager expression Avery possibly had ever seen in their life, though compared to the adult in front of her, Sid was just a child. And children had very active imaginations...

In Rangers 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Rangers 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@OGSG

I fear Jordan's decision will be to kick Clint's ass. If this is before or after the Soldiers are dealt with is yet to be seen. >.>
In Rangers 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Let it be known Sloane is a good lad.

A pompous ass, maybe, but a good lad.
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