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That is, excuse me, a damn fine cup of coffee.
STATUS: Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy. 9 yrs ago
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Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy.
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The Owls are not what they seem... roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Oh hey now, I just passed 1000 posts. Good god.
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Exams are done, Thesis is done, alright let's get back into this 'RP' thing, huh?
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Thesis is finally complete, now to curl up and die (but probably rp a bit first)
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Liam Matthews
Watching Aloise, Liam initially found himself somewhat embarrassed as the woman began to laugh, but soon enough he found himself laughing as well. He supposed it was funny in a way, about as funny as something could get right then, after all things had been less-than-ideal over the past two days. "Been a while since I did that, last time was the election." He joked quietly, taking the moment of amusement as he shrugged, starting to follow her outside, the slightest hint of a smile on his face as he reminded himself that the world wasn't over just yet, at least not while there was still able to be something decent in it, however small it was.
Getting outside didn't help though, seeing the state the town was in, it really was bad. He forced himself to drag his eyes away and focus on the task at hand, following Aloise to her car as he climbed into the passenger seat. Hearing her ask for directions, he paused for a moment. Liam certainly wasn't a local, it took him a bit, but luckily Altsoba was a small town, he'd had time to figure things out. "I uh... I'm pretty sure it's this way..." He nodded, starting to direct her.
Darren Andrews
Darren smiled softly as he heard her chuckle, glancing out the window, he sighed - the humour was something he'd need not just then, but for a while, it was hard to cope with everything going on without that. Hearing her question however, he chuckled again and looked over at her, shrugging. "Didn't we make a deal, you can put me in cuffs /after/ we save the world?" It was a vague answer, but he figured it was enough of an answer for sure. She was a smart woman after all, she'd almost immediately cut through his cover, and by now he figured she knew what kind of man he was.
He nodded at her question, clearing his throat as he moved to the door. "Yeah, you can direct me." He said simply as he moved outside, glancing up and down the streets, devoid of life and littered with bodies and wrecks, in a way he figured it was just like he expected the Apocalypse to look. Climbing into his car, he sighed as he waited for her, starting up the engine so they could get going.
Javier Crypt
Javier grinned as he listened to his wife, nodding his head in agreement. "Ah I suppose so, I remember when she was only a child, tearing the wings off flies and hunting rabbits in the garden for sport..." He sighed in a reminiscent manner, almost holding off on the urge to pinch his daughter's cheek as he watched her fondly. He chuckled softly at Belladonna's words, nodding his head as he spoke up in a kind of encouragement of his own. "You can borrow your old father's spear too, if you'd like dear, has that nice reach to it, the one I tutored you with!" He gave her a nod and a warm smile before turning to his wife once more.
"Indeed, Mi Amor, we should enjoy the day." He grinned, dropping his glaive as he moved to a display cabinet closer to the door, dragging his favourite rapier out of it as he laced his arm with her own, heading out the door as he kept the weapon held firmly in his free hand, looking ever the dashing, swashbuckling gentleman. He just needed the mask.
I'll be posting soon, sorry it's taken me so long, got distracted by study for my exam tomorrow, and getting called up to help with event analysis didn't help either.
Harry Walsh
Location: The Grand Continental Hotel
Hearing as Aziza gave her decision on the museum, Harry wasn't particularly surprised that she wanted to head there now. Though it did take him a little bit of decorum not to scoff at her suggestion he might've remained there though, he might've been of common birth, well, relatively common, he knew well and good never to leave a woman without an escort in the dark of night when danger might've been lurking, let alone two women. And certainly, never to remain in their home, alone, whilst they were out in such possible danger. "I'll happily come with." He put it simply, plainly as he nodded his head, standing with her as he slipped his ring back onto his finger, turning his gaze to Lauren as she spoke.
Listening idly for a few moments as he moved to gather his jacket, Harry put it back on, reaching up to adjust the holster he wore once more as he moved toward the door. The talk of dreams concerned him somewhat, he'd had dreams himself, quite similar to the ones Lauren was describing, but, perhaps to avoid inciting some more concern in what was already a particularly eventful evening, he said nothing, keeping the thoughts to himself as he remained silent, simply waiting to escort the women to the museum.
William Drake
Location: Egyptian Museum
Noticing as Vera froze with his nearing, William couldn't help but smirk as he took the locket in his hand, yes he did quite enjoy tormenting the poor lady, invading her space and catching her off guard, making her flustered to a degree, all too likely to slip up. And then it came as she spoke, William's smirk widening as he looked up at her, winking in her direction as he shrugged, letting go of her locket. "No, I guess it shouldn't." He chuckled, all-too-amused with himself as he rolled his eyes at her next comment, of course, she would insist on the artifacts going to the museum, but alas, he was confident he could make off with a few.
Hearing his name used in a sharp way then, he turned toward Lord Keystone, easily the most regal gentleman in the room. While he certainly had nothing against the man, in fact he found him intriguing, one of the most interesting and engaging men in the room, he, like most Americans, he imagined, was not particularly one for royalty, or the kind of decorum that went with it, as he idly shrugged to the man, lowering his arm to find it entrapped among another's.
Turning his gaze down to Josephine, he let the corner of his lip shift upward in a charming smile of course, letting her arm settle around his own as he nodded toward her, looking over the others before his eyes lay upon Keystone as he spoke. "Well, if it's so far, no time like the present to get movin'." He chuckled, softly to himself.
Jackson Tanner
Location: Anisa's Bunk
Jackson, for the most part, did not share his dear friend Anisa's sympathies with the Alliance. As he walked with Camilla and climbed down the ladder, thinking of the box and whatever could be inside it, it brought back far too many memories, too many thoughts and considerations which had been stripped from him. Freedoms and ideals he'd once held dear, friends and family he'd lost striving for them, a peace which he found to be hollow. To Jackson, the war would never truly be over, and he was well aware of it, it was always going to burn inside him, and he would never be allowed to forget it, the box just reminded him of that.
Just as if he had returned to uniform, as if he were on the battlefield once more, Jackson almost instinctively clasped his hands behind his back, resting almost at a position of attention as he watched Anisa speak to Camilla, saw the womans eyes as they laid upon the box. He couldn't help but feel a pang of disdain, clenching his fist idly as she took the box. Just as he would never forget the war he would never forget who Camilla had once been, who she had once associated with, the choices she had once made. Part of him felt disdain with himself for his inability to get over it, but a much larger part simply didn't care.
Camilla's reaction to what she was reading, as she opened the box and took the file, didn't exactly do much to alleviate his concerns. Watching as Anisa took it and looked much the same way, Jackson held his hand out, taking the file as soon as it was offered. As he glanced over it, he idly listened to the discussion the two were having. Pressing his fingers firmly into the file as he gripped it tight, his eyes flicked up, the slightest bit of a flame in them as he looked at Camilla. "He's part of this, isn't he? I suppose he would be, the η¦½ε ½δΈε¦..." No name was needed, the venom in his voice meant he could only mean one person...
Gregory Quinn
Location: Captain's Office
Quinn's gaze remained stern as he watched Jahosafat closely, making not a sound as he continued to watch and listen to the doctor speak, giving not the slightest bit of a reaction as the needle sunk into his skin, he merely remained as he was, suffering the man's words in silence. Quinn could not quite establish why Jahosafat was so intent on speaking to him as he was, why he brought up this issue and spoke about it so casually, as if the two were old friends, or as if he were some old officer, giving advice to a young newcomer. Perhaps it was his own stubborn pride, but he couldn't help but feel a patronizing air to it all.
Folding his arm upward as requested, Quinn did indeed keep it in such a position as he leaned back in his chair, eyes never leaving the doctor as he remained in silence, letting him speak. The next words almost threatened a pang of anger, not the kind he reserved for a poor officer out of protocol or a crewman who'd screwed up a maneuver, no it was a personal anger, a pang which had not come up for quite some time. For this man, this figure whom Quinn had never met or known in his life until that very day to come, to insist and act as if he knew his own darling Camilla as well as Gregory. It was disdainful, abhorrent. And yet, Quinn fought back the anger now, not before it flashed in his eyes however.
He forced himself to make a comment to the man before he left, he had been contemplating against it, but his final words forced it out, such a discussion could not be allowed without him holding the upper hand. He was the Captain after all, and this was his damned ship. "If you choose to bring this subject to me again, without my bringing it up first - I will have you forcefully removed from my office. Thank you doctor." He said before ushering the man out, ensuring that his door was locked the moment he was out, before any snide remark or comment could be made in kind. Alas Gregory was left to his peace, to his silence... To his contemplation.
Posting soon, exams can't be over soon enough.
Harry Walsh
Location: The Grand Continental Hotel
Turning his gaze up to Aziza, Harry nodded his head slowly, sighing as he looked down to his hand, reaching up to slowly drag the ring off his finger. "I'm quite alright, I believe..." He said quietly as he looked over the ring in silence, and then back over the spot where it had sat on his hand. The light had been quite peculiar, not something he could easily explain as he flexed his fingers for a moment or two. Peering back to the ring was when he noticed the hieroglyphics, peering at them closely, unable to read them however.
He slipped his thumb into the ring for a moment, running it over the engravings before turning his gaze back to Aziza as she spoke up with her suggestion. He considered it for a moment or two, turning to Lauren as she spoke up herself. As she made her suggestion, Harry shrugged his shoulders, fiddling with his ring between his thumb and index finger, shrugging his shoulders. "We could go this evening, but it really depends on how comfortable you are going out again, Aziza." He gave her a nod, content for her to make the decision, simply choosing to serve as the escort.
William Drake
Location: Egyptian Museum
While his attention had been dragged away from the actress and back toward more pressing matters, it finally occurred to him - as was then pointed out by Vera, that he and Reginald were clearly not involved in all this, at least not in the same capacity that it appeared the others were. How curious, much as Vera suggested, he assumed that if it were some kind of 'pharaoh's curse' - he would be an easy target for his spelunking, damages and overall lack of respect for the dead, but he had been spared the same fate it appeared the others had, or perhaps not.
"Perhaps it's some protection for you then, and old Reginald and I are just a right bit screwed, hm?" He glanced over to Reginald, shrugging his shoulders with a chuckle, glancing back toward Vera as she looked over to him. As she brought up the hieroglyphics again, he moved closer, abandoning any particular issue of personal space as he reached out to take a look at them himself, running a finger over them idly as he made a mental note of each, shrugging his shoulders at her question as he glanced back toward Reginald again. "My only assumption would be that there's some other part we must have to play in this, likely something horrible, dangerous and, hopefully, profitable."
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We're past five, so i'll try and make sure I keep hilarity at a high and absurdity at a low :P
We're past five, so i'll try and make sure I keep hilarity at a high and absurdity at a low :P
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