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In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Amelia Payne
Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A


Amelia turned her focus and attention fully to Thana as the woman started speaking about what was happening right now. First of all there was a lot of information given and in need of thinking. Stuff like how they'd proceed from now, what happening with the resources that were spend on them this week and how it should have been repaid, but apparently it was taken care of this time around. Of course there was also a lot of information given about the rules they'd have to follow if they were all to sign up with the camp. Amelia couldn't help but twitch at the notion that none of them would be allowed weapons unless they passed even more reviews or the like. It wasn't quite a bad idea, especially given what had transpired in the last days of Newnan, but she still couldn't quite get over it outright.

She looked around and a hand reached for her head for a moment, or rather reached for her currently non existent long hair. She quickly realized it and the hand slowly went down again. She was quiet as she thought. Even if they assured of safety of the camp, there was NO insurance that something might not go wrong. What if a walker suddenly got inside somehow? It wasn't impossible! What if someone else snapped, someone who had a weapon? That was also in her mind not impossible. This was just a fragment of the whole thing, but important one. Then there was the way they would be housed and 'property'. The fact none of them would really own anything in this camp was another thing that she wasn't sure what to think of. It was so foreign to her as a concept. Sure Newnan had such cases to a degree, but this went to a full control of everything. They didn't own anything, except maybe what they brought as normal non important items. With weapons and the like being taken, Amelia sure as hell thought of her baseball bat... She was going to miss the thing.

Thinking it through very much, she started to figure out a few things to her answer about the situation. For the weapons, she concluded that EVERYTHING could be a weapon. Sure she wouldn't have a proper weapon at hand most of the times, but should the need arises, Amelia was certain she'd find something to use to protect herself or Riley. About the join housing, well it wasn't that much different from back in Newnan. Sure she wasn't sure if they meant here many people in the same room or every couple/person having a room. She'd have to deal with that as it comes if she's accepted, but decided it was probably NOT going to be a critical issue. On the topic of owning a house or even simple items, she was less concerned on actually. Owning a house might be nice, but she wasn't really willing to invest too much into this place without it being proven it would last. Newnan could have lasted... It didn't. Items were less important really. A few luxuries might be nice to have, but honestly she just wanted books and occasionally watch some movie or something. They probably had that and libraries were a thing even before the apocalypse, so she was used to not owning the books she read. Additionally she could perfectly well live with the rule of limited access to certain areas. Though she did consider that curiosity about what's happening in those or what's located there would pop up. If that does happen, she promised to herself to first try asking what's inside there or why they aren't allowed into those. Curiosity killed the cat after all and she sure as the sun rising, didn't want to die.

After that and other deliberations on the subject, she looked at teh contracts that were distributed. She really slowly and carefully signed it. Some of the others had already gave over their papers. As she gave the thing a final look over, her eyes lingered on the topic of Therapy.' Hmm...' She thought briefly, then just continued down with the rest of the document. Having read it at least 3 times, she finally walked over and handed hers. She wanted to stay and if Riley was staying too, then it was even better. If Riley was leaving, well Amelia would leave as well. That was her decision. She was even going to accept going to therapy. Maybe she'd get to take her baseball bat home again at the end of it too.
In Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Vala had just finished cleaning focusing lenses on the heavy las sniper when she spotted the psyker appear. Vala looked indifferent, but was frowning on the inside for a moment, before the frankly abnormal woman gave her a nod. The former mercenary returned a nod moments later as she could at least return the same courtesy." Psyker..." She added in the same way the other woman spoke to her. She was really wondering exactly what the genetic makeup of that woman was, she exceeded average height by a lot. Like stupid lot, it was an abnormality honestly. It was either a genetic random quirk or it was artificially induced and with the woman being a psyker it was hard to say which was the case. Never the less as long as she didn't suffer a case of psyker schenanigans and kill half their team for random reason of losing control of herself, she was fine enough. Albeit a lil annoying at times.

Finally after that came the Kreigsman. Now that was someone Vala understood even less that the psyker. It wasn't the way he looked or acted that she didn't understand. What she had trouble figuring was why he was here. Like what manner of situation led him from dying in teh trenches with a gasmask on, to entering the service of the inquisition. There was surely a story there and she really wanted to know it, but it was clear he wasn't fancying being firnds with her. Since that was the case, she was keeping all the best stuff to herself... in other words all the good booze she bought/requisitioned/other activities to gain alcohol. She also knew how to quick make a moonshine stills.

As their leader led them into the ship, Vala studied it's exterior and interior in quite the detail." Why even call it thunderhawk anymore..." She mumbled with a sigh at the Imperium's continued desire to stagnate. The ship might have started as a Thunderhawk once way upon the past, but now with all the modification it had underwent, it no longer was such. Even it's basic frame was altered and made bigger. HGonestly this ship should be given a classification, class designation and be put into larger use by more teams in the galaxy. The way things were kept as 'traditional' as possible was a huge hurdle, it was also one of hte reason she disliekd the Mechanicus. Heck, she was amazed they even made this thing, by their own classification, just creating this ship and it's modifications would be akin to Tech heresy. Actually she decided to ask that." Celestian Aviza, a question if you will... how did you get the cult mechanicus to actually make this thing? It usually takes centuries for them to agree to alter a minor detail such as changing a window for a new type of glass."

"Yeah, got everything." She replied and tapped the instruments case she was carrying. With it, she could more or less fix anything she ever came across barring stuff that required heavy machinery to actually move like some components for Titans. Like giant bolts and nuts that require cranes to lift. Basically this little case of hers was the equivalent of all those needless cybernetics a priest of the mechanicus cult uses to work on stuff.
In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: N/a
Hit Points: 4
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"No, not really. Didn't say or mean that." Prima Rave replied to Penance's question, wondering where the woman was in the darkness. Why were people misunderstanding her so? She didn't say that, guess her words could have been taken that way? She wasn't sure about it though. She believed she expressed herself properly. In the end Rave reached the conclusion it might have been the difference of way of living before here? Whatever it was, she wasn't going to be leave the misunderstanding on this continue." What I meant that while the work to open the doors was happening, it could have at the same time have been decided on what to do. No time was going to be wasted really. Doesn't matter anymore since the door was already opened." She explained.

Sadly her condition turned out worse than she suspected. As soon as she had attempted to take a single step forward, even using the wall as guide to lean on, the once trusted limb gave out on her. With nary a warning for preparation, aside the pain she felt, her body lurched over as she fell to the ground from the suddenly lack of support that the leg had to provide." Ahh!" She groaned as she impacted the floor. It hurt, from the hit. She groaned and rolled over to lay on her back. Right now she sort of started to regret attempting to move after all...

Still, gritting her teeth, she slowly moved to a sitting position, and eventually with the help of the wall for support once more started to stand up. It was rather slow, but after a little while she was once more standing and mostly certain that her leg wouldn't give out on her right away once more, bringing her to the ground. She was now even more certain that her running around with this leg was a bad idea though. How the hell was she going to walk down the stairs in teh darkness? Maybe what Moss suggested? Having someone to help her with moving? She really didn't want to cause issues or hinder the others though.
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Constantin Kolev

Location: Gretna Green
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)


"Or so I'm always told." Constantin replied with a half smile half grin at Veta's joking remark. It was nice to hear she had the freedom to crack jokes at this point. Sadly the creature was certainly not in the mood for jokes. Just as Vlad had realized the creature had a soul and vocalized that fact in his typical loud manner, the creature apparently decided that it was only fair it does something to him in return. The following scream of the Grand Duchess very well mirrored, Constantin's inner shout as the very loud Russian man was flung or rather slammed across the church. The thing apparently had a mighty physical attack. The firewalker was wondering of some wisps of darkness can cause that, or something else was being hidden by those.

Never the less he kept his vigil around Veta like his life depended on it. Vlad was a big man who can take care of himself. A mighty mighty Russian like him wouldn't fall from a single strike. It took more than a strike! He had utmost confidence in the Bazhooli's sturdiness. The creature then decided to move, causing quite the devastation as it did." VETA!" Constantin shouted as he lunged in front of her yet again, using himself and his weapon to block the sharpness of splinters that were thrown from the creature's landing on top of the wooden furniture of the church. He managed to deflect them from hitting her, his face was stern, observing it." Alright it's got lots of veight ..." He commented, having witnessed the devastation in it's wake." If it got veight, it's corporeal, if it's got a body, the body can be hacked apart." Many soulless didn't quite die from being hacked apart, but it would give them a cause for pause at least.... probably. He saw one of the men in the church toss a dagger and then make it curve in flight, hitting the creature in return, cutting off an appendage. The thing did not seem happy. He was willing to bed it was going to attack now. He firmed his stance in front of Veta.

"Got anything to toss at the big vindovs?" He said to Veta behind himself." Vonder hov it reacts to real sunlight in that form... or fire." He mentioned. It got dark wisps surrounding it, making it look like shadow. When you need to see in the dark, you use light. He was ready to block for Veta still though. She was going to need the protection for a little while yet.

In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Priscilla Harker


Location: Boat(Sun deck)
Skills: Great Observation


"..." Mosi was at a loss for words. She couldn't really see any reason for the doctor to be knocked out cold. That fact taken under account, there was but two distinct possibilities left. One was that a magic or something struck him which was extremely unlikely. Priscilla sighed, it didn't matter how much she wanted to avoid the reality. The truth was hitting her in the face right now, the man passed out because of shock. Specifically the shock caused by her healing so rapidly in front of him. Probably was too much for him to handle, given his attitude towards the occult. Mosi could only feel sorry for the man right now. He seemed to be missing on the fun right now, it wasn't every day that one got to see a magical recovery speed like this." Ohhh well." She mumbled as she started to stand up.

"Huh...!?" Mosi suddenly made a sound of surprise as something BIG was happening outside the boat. Sand was... falling? Flying?Shifting? It was hard to precisely describe in words, but underneath it was appearing reeds and grass. She almost couldn't believe what she was seeing right about now. She recalled the thing she remembered about a spell to bring back the dead. Was this part of it too? Grass and Reeds weren't supposed to appear just like that! This wasn't the Nile they had seen!

"Is this... time of the past?" She asked herself in confusion as she walked closer to the railing." What the hell is actually happening here!?" She exclaimed in surprise and maybe a little bit of a worry now. This was way beyond anything she could think off the top of her head. What she recalled earlier was possibly about the haze, the world of the dead overlapping with their own because of someone trying to move people from it to the world of the living, but she didn't recall it affecting the worldscape. She tried to remember more, see if anything she had heard or read of might fit even remotely towards this huge occult puzzle that was happening before her very eyes.


In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Amelia Payne
Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A


As time passed, it was clear that today was different from the ones until now. The atmosphere was not the same, the guards were constantly doing something, moving in and away, but all were armed non the less. As much as she was calm about her interviews, the situation did affect her to a degree as they proceeded all to do their daily tasks, be it cleaning or else. As such time passed sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but soon enough it had already passed noon and was nearing 1 pm.

Until now, whenever they weren't doing chores, Amelia took care to be near Riley, but she was starting to get a little concerned now. They were told that they would be told if they are staying or leaving today, but if the 'ceremony' happened too late in the day, it was already going to be dark outside by the time they start showing them where they would be living from now on? Well at least under the presumption that they would be staying of course. There was no way of knowing who was chosen and who wasn't, unless Ash was told something about it, but he hadn't mentioned anything as far as she was aware.

Never the less something was happening since Gunny showed up yet again, handing a file to Thana. Nothing much was being said, so she didn't really know what it was. So she was spending the time with Riley still. Earlier her partner had said that they will be staying together no matter what. This made her feel both good and bad because she was wondering if Riley will follow her should she get tossed away. It wasn't the nicest train of thoughts she had, but she was concerned about it. The more time passed today, the harder it seemed to be to be staying completely calm about it. If she got tossed away, but Riley was accepted, Amelia was trying to make up her mind on what to do exactly. She was repeatedly telling herself that she'd convince Riley to stay, but at the same time she realized that she also wanted to be with the woman, so she was fighting her own emotions on this." How long will it be until they say the results, you think?" Amelia asked quietly. It's already been half a day.
In Devil May Cry: Night of Knights → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kosara

Location: Camlann City, Ellington Plaza Theatre


As sudden as the fight started, it ended with all the banshees dispatched. Kosara stood still for a moment, having finished wiping out the blood from her lips, the injury had already healed. The tiny injury was gone, but the embarassement of having done it was not as easy to get rid of. It's been a while since she faked a fall like this and honestly it was her own mistake to begin with. Since she was listneing to music, she wasn't singing, but she was moving her mouth without actually making sounds. Because of it when she faked her fall, she bit her tongue.

"Well... at least there wasn't anyone to witness it and the ones who did are all dead." She concluded as she settled her weapons and with a sword in hand hopped over to where the warg head was. It hadn't moved from where she dropped it earlier. With a happy whistle, she picked it up and with the new path opened in front of her, she did a few jumps over to the hole in the wall and jumped through it, appearing on the outside of the Theatre on a alley. It seemed to be leading deeper into the city, but she couldn't help it and noticed that there was not really destruction here. It wasn't normal, but no senseless destruction like on the other side of the theatre. This was weird to her, why weren't demons and other beasts causing a mass destruction here? They normally cared not what they break or damage, unless a big demon gave the others, the lesser demons would just damage anything.

"Hmmm..." She mumbled as she looked left and right. Where to now? SHe could return to the front of the theatre, but the other option was to directly continue forward deeper into the city. Finally she decided to continue down the alleyway and go to the main streets. The bus station should be somewhere close too. Not that she needed a bus ride right now, but it was important to see if it was working right now or have the people ran away or the like. Additionally she was getting hungry, if the bus station was working, maybe there was fast food working aroudn it somewhere. Thus she continued forward.
In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: N/a
Hit Points: 4
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Progress had been made on getting out of the attic confinement room, but Rave wasn't sure it was any more better idea than it was prior when the lights were still on. Chances were good that if they got caught downstairs, the people of the manor would attempt to at best confine them again at worst try to kill them outright. Sadly there wasn't much of a choice in the current situation. Suddenly she heard a voice, a female voice seemingly speaking at her, and not quite right. Nothing malicious was being said, but it confused her with that intonation of a perfectly decent question.. Still Rave didn't see a reason why she shouldn't reply to the honestly asked question.

"Ideally, we could have decided on the goals before the door got opened." She replied calmly." Now there's not much point in staying and waiting. Waiting only means getting found by the people of the Manor that we broke down the door, thank you for asking though." Was the end of her reply. She was honestly thankful for Walnut's concern about her opinion, but it was really alright." Guess we can decide on what we do from now on too. Just hoping that we don't stumble onto a bunch of armed people right away or something. No other choice than to plan on the go." Prima Rave said calmly.

With that said, Rave calmly patted her pockets, confirmed her good old paw the ferret was in her pocket. Carefully she touched the stabbed wound and confirmed that it in fact still hurts, shocking. Now it was all a matter of moving at the direction of the opened door. Light wasn't here to help either, so she was going to have to be really careful." Should I wait for you all to leave the room first? I'm moving slower than you all, so it might be better if I'm last?" She asked the others, she was going to move to the side of the doorway and wait there for the moment. No need to fight for the doorway with the others. Bumping into people wasn't nice. This is also why she was planning on moving by following the wall. That way she could also help herself by using it for support and put less pressure on her injured leg.


In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Constantin Kolev

Location: Gretna Green
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)


"Just think fighting it outside on the vide would be better, hard to move in here." Constantin replied, but nodded at Vlad and evenutally Veta's words of not retreating. He readied his sword in full attention at the creature. What manner of unearlthy abomination was this!? He really didn't like the fact it showed up here and now. This was just continuing the trend of yet another weird soulless appear around Veta. Her safety was becoming harder to ensure, but it was his duty non the less." As per your vishes!" He said resolutely. If the Bazhooli and Veta said to fight it here, god was his witness, he was going to fight the thing here in the church dammit!.

"It be my eternal joy and honor!" Constantin replied to Veta's request for his protection while Vlad was busy focusing. He knew how it worked, for the time he was going to be her shield and dammit he was going to protect her like a man possessed if he had to. With a step he moved to take sure stance in front of the Grand Duchess. There was only a small thing he wasn't pleased with. They were the closest to the being after all. It was like the world and all the soulless in specific were targetting the woman behind him. Also this thing had a really damn penchant for drama and theatrical entrance, didn't it?" Of all places for it to go dovn at, it had to be the altar." He spoke lightly aloud, eyes narrowing at the thing." At least it's got a sense to make a decent entrance." He added.

He was ready, stance was taken, weapon was steadied and eyes were focused on the beast. He could hear Veta's voice behind himself. All that was needed from now on was a really simple thing: To protect her with his life if he had to! They finally found her again, alive and well. She wasn't going to be anything else while he still drew breath and was near her.

In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Priscilla Harker


Location: Boat(Sun deck)
Skills: Great observation


While she was in mid talk with the doctor, Mosi felt something off, or rather she didn't feel something off. She followed the doctor's gaze and sure enough her eyes locked onto the places on her arms that were stung by the bees! She rose an eyebrow as she sensed and watched the damage lessen and eventually seemingly heal into nothingness as if she was brand new. It wasn't limited to only the arms too. She could feel it across the rest of her body as well. For whatever mystical reason, her entire body seems to have healed from the damages caused by the bees in matter of moments. Before she could speak out to the man and even look at him, there was a heavy thud as the man simply fell down on the ground again." What. For real?" She mumbled out, with raised eyebrow, wondering if the doctor had a medical problem or something to be falling unconscious all the time or maybe it was a occult issue, given the situation.

Never the less as she stood up from the chair, so she could try to help the man, the next odd thing happened. She saw something shiny from her torso. It was shiny through the shirt, a shirt she in rather hurry unbuttoned all the way, to get a better view of it. Sure enough... the brand was GLOWING, but it wasn't burning in any way. Mosi blinked, rose an eyebrow, thought about it for a moment and looked about the haze around." This's new." She mumbled out, as there didn't seem to be anything around. If it wasn't for the fact the thing was glowing and she healed so rapidly, she would have thought nothing had changed. The haze remained the same. She now wondered if the rest of the crew had fallen unconscious as well.

Still not finding anything happening quite yet, she crouched down by the doctor as she patted him carefully on the shoulder." Doc, Doc! Wake up!" She called him, still nudging him, trying to get him to come about. Great, the doctor was out cold, there was no one from the crew about and if he didn't wake up, she was going to have to venture out in search for someone. Given how unexpectedly he just fell over, she suspected something was up and looked about for anything that might suggest a reason.


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