Psyker Landshark
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They're dead. I killed them, rolled up their corpses, and smoked them.
WHY AM I ON THIS SITE I HAVE A TEST IN THE MORNING
Fucking Asuras.
Also, posted.
Sam Jensen - Gleeful Jackal, Blue King
Well. That was informative. Gleeful Jackal emerged from his hiding place as the White and Orange Kings flew off towards Black's domain. So they wished to present a united front against Moon Rider, then? Well, goodie for them. He hadn't gotten anything useful out of that little spying session, but hell, it hadn't hurt him any.
Drawing his grappling hooks, the Blue King took off running as he leapt off the rooftop, firing a hook at the next building in line and reeling himself in at breakneck speed as he followed after the three flying mecha-horses in the distance.
Some time later, he reached the Black King's Guild Hall, snickering slightly as he noticed Haruka's horse overshooting the building several times. As the White King leapt off her horse, Gleeful Jackal raised a grappling hook and fired at the horse, reeling himself towards the robotic mount in the air. As he hurtled towards it, he whirled himself around and touched down on the horse, using it as a stepping stone to reposition himself before he leapt off, somersaulting off and through the hole that White Terror had made, touching down next to the White and Black Kings in a three-point landing. Pulling himself up, the Blue King made a show of dusting himself off, smirking slightly at the sight of White Terror in Moon Rider's face.
"Thanks for the entrance, Whitey. Sorry about your mecha-pony, though. Might've dented it a little." He said cheerfully while looking around the room, his eyes stopping on the Yellow King. "My, my. We've got four Kings here. Maybe five, if OJ decides to get his ass down here." The Blue King shrugged, leaning casually against a pillar, his hands in his pockets. "Anyways, I don't think we've ever met before. If it's not obvious already, I'm the Blue King. Nice to meet you, Yellow and Blackie."
Well. That was informative. Gleeful Jackal emerged from his hiding place as the White and Orange Kings flew off towards Black's domain. So they wished to present a united front against Moon Rider, then? Well, goodie for them. He hadn't gotten anything useful out of that little spying session, but hell, it hadn't hurt him any.
Drawing his grappling hooks, the Blue King took off running as he leapt off the rooftop, firing a hook at the next building in line and reeling himself in at breakneck speed as he followed after the three flying mecha-horses in the distance.
Some time later, he reached the Black King's Guild Hall, snickering slightly as he noticed Haruka's horse overshooting the building several times. As the White King leapt off her horse, Gleeful Jackal raised a grappling hook and fired at the horse, reeling himself towards the robotic mount in the air. As he hurtled towards it, he whirled himself around and touched down on the horse, using it as a stepping stone to reposition himself before he leapt off, somersaulting off and through the hole that White Terror had made, touching down next to the White and Black Kings in a three-point landing. Pulling himself up, the Blue King made a show of dusting himself off, smirking slightly at the sight of White Terror in Moon Rider's face.
"Thanks for the entrance, Whitey. Sorry about your mecha-pony, though. Might've dented it a little." He said cheerfully while looking around the room, his eyes stopping on the Yellow King. "My, my. We've got four Kings here. Maybe five, if OJ decides to get his ass down here." The Blue King shrugged, leaning casually against a pillar, his hands in his pockets. "Anyways, I don't think we've ever met before. If it's not obvious already, I'm the Blue King. Nice to meet you, Yellow and Blackie."
God damn it I'm still trying to post.
The Blue King needs zerglings for the zergrush.
Meilin - Distant Sage
"Well," The black-suited woman began as she let her fire dissipate and unsummoned her demon, trusting in the rest of the guild to handle the situation. "Locke isn't exactly Renaissance." She said, following after White Terror. "And yes, I'd heard as well. Considering the grudge that she seems to hold against you and Orange, she's most likely targeting you two. As for the Dissolutions, well, it's probably a server issue. That, or some hacker is getting their jollies." Distant Sage finished as Amnesty joined back up with them. "Good to see you too, Claire." She greeted, mounting her own mecha-horse as they prepared to move out.
Or they would have, if the Orange King hadn't suddenly appeared with two of his own guild members in tow. Meilin sighed, wondering what Garth wanted. Had he come to the same conclusion that she had, and came to propose an alliance against the Black King? Both guilds united would stand a far better chance against the machinations of the Black King, but an alliance could also alarm the other guilds, perhaps enough for a few to create an alliance of their own. As it stood, the Ivory Masks had no real allies they could call on, and two of the other guilds banding together, along with the Black King attacking them, would be catastrophic. The closest thing they had to an ally at the moment were the Cobalt Bruisers, and that was just a non-aggression pact. If the Ivory Masks were attacked, more than likely, no aid would be forthcoming from the Bruisers. Then again, the Blue King was notoriously erratic, and by that, she meant that Sam was a trolling asshole of a wild card. He was equally as likely to join their side or turn on them. Still, that was enough idle conjecture for the moment.
Regardless, Bowed Woods needed to hurry up and get to the point. With a sigh, Distant Sage moved her horse forward, her voice emanating from behind her mask.
"Get to the point, Garth. Some of us have things to do today besides be dramatic."
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Sam - Blue King: Gleeful Jackal
A blue shadow zipped across the rooftops of Faded City's Blue District, swinging from the sides of buildings with his grappling hooks. By now, this kind of parkour had become routine for Sam to the point where he didn't need to pay much attention to what he was doing, letting instinct and reflex take over. In fact, he often did his best thinking while dashing across rooftops and swinging from building to building.
With the Black King mobilizing a guild, surely her rivals, the Orange and White Kings, would be alarmed. Then again, this was Garth and Haruka he was talking about. Those two were practically unflappable. But they'd surely be planning something in response. And honestly, the Black King could wait for the moment. Players would be flocking towards her domain throughout the afternoon, and the Ivory Masks' territory wasn't that far of a detour. Plus, he wouldn't be harmed in White's territory. Not with that non-aggression pact they'd made. He couldn't say the same of Orange's domain, given his isolationist policy, so White would probably be easier to spy on. With his course determined, the Blue King whirled around, dashing across the side of a building as he changed course, making for the Ivory Masks' territory.
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A short time later, Gleeful Jackal found himself hiding in stealth, crouched behind the relief atop the roof of a building overlooking the entrance to the Ivory Masks' Guild Hall. To his surprise, the Orange King was conversing with the White King in front of the Guild Hall, each accompanied by two of their guild members.
"Well, well. Isn't this interesting~" He muttered to himself as he started to listen in on their conversation, concealed by line of sight.
"Well," The black-suited woman began as she let her fire dissipate and unsummoned her demon, trusting in the rest of the guild to handle the situation. "Locke isn't exactly Renaissance." She said, following after White Terror. "And yes, I'd heard as well. Considering the grudge that she seems to hold against you and Orange, she's most likely targeting you two. As for the Dissolutions, well, it's probably a server issue. That, or some hacker is getting their jollies." Distant Sage finished as Amnesty joined back up with them. "Good to see you too, Claire." She greeted, mounting her own mecha-horse as they prepared to move out.
Or they would have, if the Orange King hadn't suddenly appeared with two of his own guild members in tow. Meilin sighed, wondering what Garth wanted. Had he come to the same conclusion that she had, and came to propose an alliance against the Black King? Both guilds united would stand a far better chance against the machinations of the Black King, but an alliance could also alarm the other guilds, perhaps enough for a few to create an alliance of their own. As it stood, the Ivory Masks had no real allies they could call on, and two of the other guilds banding together, along with the Black King attacking them, would be catastrophic. The closest thing they had to an ally at the moment were the Cobalt Bruisers, and that was just a non-aggression pact. If the Ivory Masks were attacked, more than likely, no aid would be forthcoming from the Bruisers. Then again, the Blue King was notoriously erratic, and by that, she meant that Sam was a trolling asshole of a wild card. He was equally as likely to join their side or turn on them. Still, that was enough idle conjecture for the moment.
Regardless, Bowed Woods needed to hurry up and get to the point. With a sigh, Distant Sage moved her horse forward, her voice emanating from behind her mask.
"Get to the point, Garth. Some of us have things to do today besides be dramatic."
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Sam - Blue King: Gleeful Jackal
A blue shadow zipped across the rooftops of Faded City's Blue District, swinging from the sides of buildings with his grappling hooks. By now, this kind of parkour had become routine for Sam to the point where he didn't need to pay much attention to what he was doing, letting instinct and reflex take over. In fact, he often did his best thinking while dashing across rooftops and swinging from building to building.
With the Black King mobilizing a guild, surely her rivals, the Orange and White Kings, would be alarmed. Then again, this was Garth and Haruka he was talking about. Those two were practically unflappable. But they'd surely be planning something in response. And honestly, the Black King could wait for the moment. Players would be flocking towards her domain throughout the afternoon, and the Ivory Masks' territory wasn't that far of a detour. Plus, he wouldn't be harmed in White's territory. Not with that non-aggression pact they'd made. He couldn't say the same of Orange's domain, given his isolationist policy, so White would probably be easier to spy on. With his course determined, the Blue King whirled around, dashing across the side of a building as he changed course, making for the Ivory Masks' territory.
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A short time later, Gleeful Jackal found himself hiding in stealth, crouched behind the relief atop the roof of a building overlooking the entrance to the Ivory Masks' Guild Hall. To his surprise, the Orange King was conversing with the White King in front of the Guild Hall, each accompanied by two of their guild members.
"Well, well. Isn't this interesting~" He muttered to himself as he started to listen in on their conversation, concealed by line of sight.
I'll get a post up soon. Need to get back into the Elder Scrolls mood again.
Meanwhile, this is the Cobalt Bruisers' theme.
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