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Seriously GM I'm sick of waiting lets go already
*ahem* Ice?
wheres the CS?
love triangle? with whom?
hm...
From the shadows, the assassin watched.
So her target could summon demons hm? Also cute. It would be a shame to kill such a pretty face, but she'd killed prettier.
Her hawk nuzzled into her neck, and she petted him quietly. When would be a good time to strike, she wasn't sure. She could only watch and wait, and keep her Little Prince happy with pets.
So her target could summon demons hm? Also cute. It would be a shame to kill such a pretty face, but she'd killed prettier.
Her hawk nuzzled into her neck, and she petted him quietly. When would be a good time to strike, she wasn't sure. She could only watch and wait, and keep her Little Prince happy with pets.
Hello Friends I am Here.
THE LIGHT BRIGADE NPCs:
Once upon a Time
In Dystopia.
Dr. Thomas Light walked, hidden in his own cloak as he made his way down the steps of the alley and into a bar, called "The Rusty Screw." The bartender looked up as he entered, and nodded in acknowledgement. As the good doctor took his place at the bar, the bartender shut off the open sign, locked the door, drew the shades, and put a bar over the door. Could never be too careful. The bar was empty, that is, of everyone who didn't need to be there. Quietly, the members of the Light Brigade came around the table. All of them were human, at this moment anyways. Any robot that wanted to join had yet to show interest, though the distress signal had been sent out a few days ago.
One of the members, a female, glanced behind the good doctor, and looked at him quizzically. "Rock isn't here tonight?"
"He's begun asking too many questions. Ones... I am not ready to answer." Thomas Lights gruff voice came as he sat down and pulled his dark hood back. "Bringing him here, showing him this, it was a mistake."
"You can't keep him from the truth forever," One man spat, looking at Light. "He will learn of the truth--"
"I Know, Beat." Light said, looking at the man. His eyes were full of bitterness. Of regret. The Good Doctor, responsible for everything, once nearly shining as a hero, had already lost a son. He turned his head towards the bartender. "Have we received any notice from our distress signal?"
"Not yet," The bartender replied quietly. His head tipped down into his hat and a sigh escaped his lips. "If they come, they will come tonight."
Light looked up, towards the door. "Then we will wait. "
In Dystopia.
Dr. Thomas Light walked, hidden in his own cloak as he made his way down the steps of the alley and into a bar, called "The Rusty Screw." The bartender looked up as he entered, and nodded in acknowledgement. As the good doctor took his place at the bar, the bartender shut off the open sign, locked the door, drew the shades, and put a bar over the door. Could never be too careful. The bar was empty, that is, of everyone who didn't need to be there. Quietly, the members of the Light Brigade came around the table. All of them were human, at this moment anyways. Any robot that wanted to join had yet to show interest, though the distress signal had been sent out a few days ago.
One of the members, a female, glanced behind the good doctor, and looked at him quizzically. "Rock isn't here tonight?"
"He's begun asking too many questions. Ones... I am not ready to answer." Thomas Lights gruff voice came as he sat down and pulled his dark hood back. "Bringing him here, showing him this, it was a mistake."
"You can't keep him from the truth forever," One man spat, looking at Light. "He will learn of the truth--"
"I Know, Beat." Light said, looking at the man. His eyes were full of bitterness. Of regret. The Good Doctor, responsible for everything, once nearly shining as a hero, had already lost a son. He turned his head towards the bartender. "Have we received any notice from our distress signal?"
"Not yet," The bartender replied quietly. His head tipped down into his hat and a sigh escaped his lips. "If they come, they will come tonight."
Light looked up, towards the door. "Then we will wait. "
Oh good it's back up. NOW I will get to work
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