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In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Priscilla Harker

Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks (Infirmary)
Skills: N/A

	Priscilla was amused while watching at the doctor until he came to them and handed them bottles of medical stuff. She didn't like medicine stuff, it was bitter, foul smelling and most of the time annoying to do, but she supposed a few drops in the tea or whatever she was drinking she could do. There was also the thing about rancid smells. Now that could have other uses as well!” Mmmhh yeah might be good to take that bath.” She nodded, knowing her condition of clothing and cleanness right now could use a lot of improvement.

	She snickered in amusement when Mahendra denied tattoos, well she was thinking of getting some now that it sprung in her mind. She already had a brand on her stomach, what's a few more scribbles around it right?! Thus the American woman was all smiles and sunshine right now. Feeling weirdly pleased about something she had yet to do and having forgotten the matter of being dumped by her new friend just earlier today for the very moment. She was sure there was a reason for it, but Rosheen better have a good excuse and counter plans for a good time when she returns!

“Hm? Ohh...” Mosi made a slightly adorable little sound of surprise when Nora raised a hand to seemingly smack her. That wasn't what she was expecting. Then the hell broke loose again. The feisty miss whom Mosi just thought looked rather cool trying to slap her, slipped! Then they tumbled over a table or whatever and with Mahendra also on the pile the three of them were all on a nice little pile on the ground! The clothes for their dear scarred friend fell on them and then the dish where the glass shards were spun around for a while and fell by them.”Pff... hahahahahhaaha!!” Mosi burst into laughter through a cough of her breath having been taken out by the fall. She took a few breaths and started laughing again. Her body hurt again, but the very fact this happened was absurdly amusing.” Miss Nora, I've had people fall for me before, but to fall on me, this is a first! Hahhahahahaa.” Mosi couldn't stop laughing.” What's with this place, so much weird stuff happening all the time...” She managed to say trying to move a limb or two, wondering where in the pile of bodies they ended up at!" You guys okey? Also if I grope something, please note it's not on purpose... pffhahahahahaa ouch!" She was still snickering like mad before she winced from a tinge of pain in her stomach from the stretching.

In The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed) → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Kosara Koleva
Location: 052 Forrester Drive

"This isn't simply on locations, Gramps. This is the Holyland locale specialty... I'm having the feeling someone sometime along the passage of history might have migrated over from the Old World... It would certainly explain while this isn't a new happening. Still now that this smoke for brains is out of the count, I think we can attempt another tracking if we gather the ingredients." Kosara stated with a shrug." Sometimes I wish I had supernatural radio to pick up chatter so I can know what's going on beyond the veil." She sighed and moved over to the body." Mmm... not few hunter jobs have been discovered by random hikers..." She nodded and started to move the body.

	She quickly crossed his arms and bloody hell while it was heavy to do, she dragged him away towards the stairs and up. It was a chore... it was annoying and back straining, but she dragged the fucker all the way up and then towards door, but she was careful. Since his body wasn't pumping blood anymore, he shouldn't be bleeding too much so it wouldn't cause too much of a mess. She dropped him near the door to the basement and walked outside to check if there was anyone there. After all, she couldn't just drag a body outside in broad daylight and act as if it was just a chore now could she? She wasn't planning on getting in jail quite yet.

In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Grounds: Seat U 
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 6
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	Well this was certainly shaping up to be a interesting night, Rave realized though she was also beginning to realize her initial expectations weren't to par with reality. A death was already happening before they even entered the main building. She did ponder before coming here that she might be forced to kill someone, but a death like this was rather enough to shock her and make her gain a realization of how much she had underestimated this event. Certainly a death like this was probably a freak accident, but... no maybe not... What with the people of the manor had said in the happening of the event... Finally she decided to stop thinking about that train of logic.

	Finally as the body went down and was about to turn into a nice meat chunks and gore, Rave averted her eyes to the side, not daring to even look in the direction of the fall as the body collided and probably was turned into pieces of flesh. She could hear the others speaking about it, but it only make her doubt her own ears at the sheer disinterest some were displaying and the lack of reaction from a death. Rave place a hand on her mouth as she continued to keep looking away while the servants were busy cleaning the director from the seats. If you can call it cleaning really. 

“Finally...” She muttered quietly as the seats were rearranged and she started making her way back over to them, trying to keep her line of sight away from places where it was a gory and the parts of flesh were thrown to. Vaguely she wondered if beasts roamed around or if those were simply going to be fed to the dogs as disgusting as that sounded. She certainly hoped not! She walked to the seats and took her former seat. Well sort of it was at least countwise her former one... Well unless she got her counting wrong here. She just wrapped her hands around her to keep as warm as she can and kept her eyes away from where the body fell earlier, wishing they would arrive at that place at last so they can put this behind them for now.

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Amelia Payne
Location:Headland, Alabama , E Main st.(E8)
Skills: N/A


	Everything was happening very fast. In one moment they had jumped out the next the fighting began and it ended. Amelia for some reason found herself barely able to react by the time it was over with the walkers in the immediate vicinity. The rain was growing in strength ever so heavy and the noise of it was deafening the surroundings and lessening visibility to a great degree. This was the perfect moment to avoid walkers as in most cases they would have troubles keeping up and spotting or hearing you. Then again the reverse was also true... you could more or less run into something you didn't hear or spot. Hopefully this would work in their favor this time around. She really didn't want to run into something unexpected... Though she didn't expect to run into Tati and her child too... If they ran into that unexpected thing she'd be actually quite happy!

	She noticed that Riley's revolver jammed which was not nice, but it was over for now. Water was going down her face and shoulders, soaking her, but it wasn't important, they were free for the moment!” Riley, time to get back!” She said and gestured to her love to start get back into the horde buster, since she wasn't sure if Riley could her her through the rain. She also held her bad in readied manner in case something shows up, but luckily it was pretty clear around as far as she could see. It seems for the moment it was fine. She also started waving for the Nun to get inside. Granted in Amelia's mind there was also the pressing manner of the chance that the nun was a spy/evil/cultist/psycho/serial killer that she had to whack in the head at the slightest signs of danger, so  she was god damn keeping an eye on her for the moment as she proceeded to also start getting back into the vehicle. At least inside they should be able to talk and hear each other with far less difficulty!

In Rise of the Evos → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Claire Winters 

Location:Patrol car, New York City, New York
Interacting With: her partner and dispatch@Nallore

	Driving through New York as always was a pain. New York was one of those cities she really didn't appreciate the traffic of. Granted trafficlights and the like were a thing, but it didn't make the road  much faster to navigate. At least she had the police lights going on which was making things ever so better for her as she threw a glance around, navigating towards the point of interest which all in all 10 minutes weren't too much of a time to respond.

	When they finally arrived, the scene was more or less as if taken from a tv show. There was an old lady who probably was the caller, there was a couple who were having a breakup like argument with the man down on the road while the woman was throwing out his stuff out the window and presumably at him. Claire raised an eyebrow and burst into muffled laugh as she quickly put on her hat and gestured for her partner to follow.

“Excuse me, Sir could you please step away from there?” Claire called to the man who was being showered by stuff.” Ma'am you too, if you please could you stop throwing stuff for a moment?” She called loudly and gestured her rookie at disposal to stay nearby should he needs to tackle a fool. As Claire focused on her power, she started to hear the noise of the busy street... well the brainwave radio of the busy street and all passing thoughts of everyone around, but she did pick up a specific line that the man wasn't cheating and was only hanging with his cousin. Well...' You poor unfortunate soul... RIP.' She thought and looked upwards again.” Ma'am, this is NYPD, if you continue to throw stuff outside, I will be forced to detain you, so please stop and explain to me what caused this mess.”
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Amelia Payne

Location: Riley's Appartment, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Riley@Nalloreand @Jasonhero Fumiko "Kuīn" Nakamura

“Ohhh.... okey?” She quietly replied and blinked a few times with her big round eyes.” Sure...!” She finally said with more emotion as she realized Riley wanted to tag alone in her painting supplies shopping. It really wasn't much of anything special, but who knew, maybe the musician will enjoy going to that low profile, but good art supplies store that Amelia frequented. It was nice, well stocked and at a calm location so there weren't too many customers most of the time. She could slowly chose her things without troubling anyone with how picky she was about some stuff... like pencil lead types.” Well art supplies I do need... I ran out of some stuff last night... on superhero sketches...” Amelia nodded and suddenly realised she did blur out what she was doing and flushed like a tomato.

“Clothes, I've not gotten my paycheck yet and there's still time till then, so for now I will only be window shopping.” She said quietly again, feeling awkward.” I will buy some stuff online later though, once my paycheck arrives.” Amelia added, avoiding eye contact. She was going to buy some cheap discount stuff as usual. It worked for her! She spend more money only on really required things such as a decent coat, winter boots or the like. For everyday and the like use she just bought stuff that were functioning. She didn't want to have Riley feel like she ought to help her by buying something for her. Because she was rather sure that was bound to happen.

In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Constantin Kolev

Location:  England: Ludwigs Path 
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive) 

	The thoughts of tiny soullesses didn't leave Constantin's mind for a few moments as the image of finger sized monsters going 'rawr' appeared in his mind and he couldn't stop himself from chuckling at the idea of them being squashed under the heel of a big leather boot. This image alone was very entertaining especially given the situation, but then Vlad's loud voice reached him taking about a seed.' Vhat's the crazy person vant vith a seed?' He wondered as he followed and made sure to not fall back even an inch. This was probably going to take a good while of riding before they arrived.

	From the looks of it the German made a hat from a snack? Constantin blinked and shook his head, this weirdness was getting to him! He was trying to rhyme for no reason! He took a deep breath and continued his attention on the road Vlad was leading them through... or was it Ludwig that was leading them? Well it was really weird to consider someone having a nice journey while comfortably being carried in a bag to be leading them, but Constantin did realize that indeed the cookie fellow was supposed to be the current guide.' Guess madness is it's own revard....' He mumbled, looking over the bag. Who knew what the world looked like to that one and what he was seeing. As much as Constantin held a grudge, he couldn't help be wonder what ideas and thoughts filled the head of the currently little man. Madness was often said to be mistaken with genious.

'Then again he's vearing a seed shell as a hat...' Constantin thought and decided to stop paying as much attention on the little man and more on the road. Who knew what manners of dangers might appear on this unknown road.