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Terrible post is terrible, but Kiara is attacking! GO XODUS! GO!
Kiara
Kiara spent an annoyingly long amount of time searching for her sniper rifle so she could actually get involved in the fight again. She prefered to keep her opponents far, far out of sword range. Not to mention, her skills in a fight like that were slim at best, and she would only be a hinderance to her fellow Asylums at the worst, or would be killed immediately at the best. Thus, she missed the series of attacks that went on. When she finally found her sniper rifle(far closer to the battle than she would have liked), the giant flaming bird of doom was heading towards the loud, vulgar King. One of the Council Members, she assumed. And, incidentally, it was big enough to hit her in the process. Kiara gave a low, impressed, whistle. "Damn." Then she drew a sigil in the ground. As the earth rose to drag her down far enough away from the blast that she wouldn't be killed by the flames or roasted by the heat, or both, she looked over at Galadrael and muttered under her breath. As the female Asylum disappeared under the earth(and hopefully, far, far away from everything that was trying to kill the Council member), Galadrael's shadow rippled and encircled him. Around the same time everything hit the poor man, his shadow shot spikes solid enough to draw blood and pierce flesh at him from every direction except up and down.
Kiara, for her part, felt the earth shaking above her and curled into a defensive ball, praying she hadn't just prepared her own grave.
Kiara spent an annoyingly long amount of time searching for her sniper rifle so she could actually get involved in the fight again. She prefered to keep her opponents far, far out of sword range. Not to mention, her skills in a fight like that were slim at best, and she would only be a hinderance to her fellow Asylums at the worst, or would be killed immediately at the best. Thus, she missed the series of attacks that went on. When she finally found her sniper rifle(far closer to the battle than she would have liked), the giant flaming bird of doom was heading towards the loud, vulgar King. One of the Council Members, she assumed. And, incidentally, it was big enough to hit her in the process. Kiara gave a low, impressed, whistle. "Damn." Then she drew a sigil in the ground. As the earth rose to drag her down far enough away from the blast that she wouldn't be killed by the flames or roasted by the heat, or both, she looked over at Galadrael and muttered under her breath. As the female Asylum disappeared under the earth(and hopefully, far, far away from everything that was trying to kill the Council member), Galadrael's shadow rippled and encircled him. Around the same time everything hit the poor man, his shadow shot spikes solid enough to draw blood and pierce flesh at him from every direction except up and down.
Kiara, for her part, felt the earth shaking above her and curled into a defensive ball, praying she hadn't just prepared her own grave.
Ryver et Rhine said
Rtron, what about your team?
Maeve is like a more refined version of Vail. She prefers to just go in and do as much damage as Asylumnly possible to whomever gets in her way, but she'll follow plans(as long as they, at some point, result in her smashing people and or things). Kiara just tends to give her free reign...and stay back while she gets the attention of anyone and anything that might want to attack someone with a sniper rifle.
I'm still alive! I swear! I'll get a post(and post with Mackendrick) tonight.
I'm still alive! I swear! I'll get a post up soon!
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Freeshooter92 said
HAIL NURGLE.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dirae
She stood in the hall for a moment, noticing that more and more people were filing in. They seemed about as confused as her as to what was going on, and what to do, so she assumed that they were also new recruits. She hoped. If they were the normal employees...it did not bode well. Regardless, she couldn't just sit there all day. Not with Sis constantly buzzsawiing in her ear. "Okay, okay! I'm going. Just shut up!" She snapped at the dragon. Sis simply curled back into a ball on her mistress's shoulder, looking as smug as a mechanical dragon with a tool arm can be. Dirae, for her part, looked around for anyone who could help her. For the most part, there were what looked like regular employees, going from place to place with a singular purpose. Obviously not interested in helping any of the recruits coming up. She shook her head in frustration, dual ponytails whipping back and forth in a purple frenzy. "Who to go to, who to go to." She muttered, glancing about. She could hear the two essences inside of her, presumably arguing. They were back to an annoying buzzing in the back of her mind, and that's where she wanted them to stay. The less she had to deal with them screamin in her skull while interacting with other people, the better. Her hands were still moving nervously in front of her, taking and pulling and combining.
That's when she noticed the secretary. She looked slightly irritated, but then, what secretary didn't? "Well, she seems like my best bet." Dirae muttered to Sis, who simply gave a buzz in response. Quickly, so she wouldn't stop herself, the Siren made her way in front of the desk. Her hands began moving faster. "Um...I'm here for the...the recruitment into the...Blazing..Blazing Sands." She mumbled, eyes avoiding the secretary. Her voice came through surprisingly clearly for wearing a mask. Her hands moved faster, and two humanoid figures began to take shape. By the time she was done(which was about a minute and a half after she had finished speaking), two crash test dummy like figures were held in her hands.They were connected at the hands, with one having a wind up at the back. Quickly,she wound them up and they began, jerkily(hey, all she had to work with was wood and string and leather), ballroom dance.
If the secretary had been able to see Dirae's mouth, she would seen a smile.
She stood in the hall for a moment, noticing that more and more people were filing in. They seemed about as confused as her as to what was going on, and what to do, so she assumed that they were also new recruits. She hoped. If they were the normal employees...it did not bode well. Regardless, she couldn't just sit there all day. Not with Sis constantly buzzsawiing in her ear. "Okay, okay! I'm going. Just shut up!" She snapped at the dragon. Sis simply curled back into a ball on her mistress's shoulder, looking as smug as a mechanical dragon with a tool arm can be. Dirae, for her part, looked around for anyone who could help her. For the most part, there were what looked like regular employees, going from place to place with a singular purpose. Obviously not interested in helping any of the recruits coming up. She shook her head in frustration, dual ponytails whipping back and forth in a purple frenzy. "Who to go to, who to go to." She muttered, glancing about. She could hear the two essences inside of her, presumably arguing. They were back to an annoying buzzing in the back of her mind, and that's where she wanted them to stay. The less she had to deal with them screamin in her skull while interacting with other people, the better. Her hands were still moving nervously in front of her, taking and pulling and combining.
That's when she noticed the secretary. She looked slightly irritated, but then, what secretary didn't? "Well, she seems like my best bet." Dirae muttered to Sis, who simply gave a buzz in response. Quickly, so she wouldn't stop herself, the Siren made her way in front of the desk. Her hands began moving faster. "Um...I'm here for the...the recruitment into the...Blazing..Blazing Sands." She mumbled, eyes avoiding the secretary. Her voice came through surprisingly clearly for wearing a mask. Her hands moved faster, and two humanoid figures began to take shape. By the time she was done(which was about a minute and a half after she had finished speaking), two crash test dummy like figures were held in her hands.They were connected at the hands, with one having a wind up at the back. Quickly,she wound them up and they began, jerkily(hey, all she had to work with was wood and string and leather), ballroom dance.
If the secretary had been able to see Dirae's mouth, she would seen a smile.
I'm still here. I promise.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dirae
She stood nervously outside of the recruitment building, to the side of the doors so she wasn't in anyones way, hands in constant motion in front of her. If someone was to look more closely, they would see her hands moving to pockets in her vest and pulling bits and pieces from them, before returning to waist height. There was a quiet noise from a silver ball on her left left shoulder. It was like a buzzsaw, only quieter. Dirae glanced at her shoulder, in slight irritation. She spoke quickly, but quietly. You'd have to be next to her to hear her. "I know that. It's just..I'm not sure it's such a good idea now. I have no combat experience or training, much less having actually killed someone!"
The buzzsaw replied again. "That doesn't count. He didn't listen to my rejections. So, I made the Golem and told it to hit him. I had nothing to do with it." The buzzsaw again. Dirae shook her head in vehement denial, hair whipping back and forth. "He's not dead! Just still recovering from fighting a metal Golem. He's regained the use of his legs. At least I think he has." She was silent for several long moments, then she began to speak again. "What if my mask gets knocked off, or they have to take it off? They'll surely ask about it, and then I'll surely lie about it when they do. If my mask cis accidentally, or forcibly, removed then the truth will come out. And I'll have to explain how I'm the daughter of a god whose parenting skills need a lot of work, and that I know the goddess of Dark far better than most. After all, her essence is inside of me."
As if on cue Alice, the name Dirae has given to her Dark essence, took off from her arguing to talk to Dirae directly, forcing the unfortunate Siren to listen and acknowledge her presence. You bet I am! And stop all this hesitation! There's a mercenary guild awaiting! They promise adventure! And adventure means plenty of opportunity for personal gain! Play your cards right, and you might even become the leader of this operation! Think-
Forcibly, Dirae shoved Alice back behind the mental barriers she had erected long ago. However, that allowed the Light essence through. Amy, Dirae had taken to calling her. She Who Shall Not Be Named- Alice interjected here, Alice. I keep telling you. My name is- Amy continued, undeterred. She Who Shall Not Be Named, as I was saying, has a point. There is nothing to be gained by wallowing in indecision. As she so crudely put it, the Blazing Sands and adventure await. Adventure means more opportunity for helping people, as I'm sure you'll do. After all, you take most after me. Dirae gave a soft groan of despair. "Here we go..." YOU?! I hate to break his to you, miss I'm-so-better-than-you-because-I-stick-my-neck-out-for-stupid-strangers, but she takes most after ME. You know, the essence whose aff- Dirae's hands ketp moving and building the entire mental conversation.
A dull ache began to build in Dirae's temples. Recognizing the warning signs, she quickly shoved the two arguing essences into the back of her mind. "Please. No incidents today guys..." the silver ball buzzsawed again. "Alright! Alright! I'll go into the stupid guild and get recruited!" Before she could delay any further, she started heading towards the doors. After two steps, she paused, looking down at the contraption in her hands. "I suppose I'd better get rid of this." It looked to be a small and crude helicopter. Made out of a combintation of wood, leather, paper, and some metal. She wound the blades tight, and released her little twist up helicopter. It flew into the air, shuddering for a few moments before smoothing out, rising steadily higher.
Suddenly, the silver ball on her shoulder uncurled itself, and launched itself forward. In two flaps of it's wings, the tiny dragon had reached crashed into the helicopter. Over balanced and being attacked by a metal dragon, the helcopter began to spiral downward. Drilling could be heard, beneath the loud buzzsawing of the dragon's glee. It even set the poor contraption on fire before leaving. Nothing but a small smoldering ruin was left. Quite pleased with itself, the dragon flew back to Dirae and perched on her shoulder, drill arm still covered with bits of wood from the helicopter. Dirae rolled her eyes. "You, Sis, are a show off." Sis ignored this comment.
She quickly walked into the building, and then paused again, glancing uncertainly about. She didn't exactly know what to do or where to go from there.
She stood nervously outside of the recruitment building, to the side of the doors so she wasn't in anyones way, hands in constant motion in front of her. If someone was to look more closely, they would see her hands moving to pockets in her vest and pulling bits and pieces from them, before returning to waist height. There was a quiet noise from a silver ball on her left left shoulder. It was like a buzzsaw, only quieter. Dirae glanced at her shoulder, in slight irritation. She spoke quickly, but quietly. You'd have to be next to her to hear her. "I know that. It's just..I'm not sure it's such a good idea now. I have no combat experience or training, much less having actually killed someone!"
The buzzsaw replied again. "That doesn't count. He didn't listen to my rejections. So, I made the Golem and told it to hit him. I had nothing to do with it." The buzzsaw again. Dirae shook her head in vehement denial, hair whipping back and forth. "He's not dead! Just still recovering from fighting a metal Golem. He's regained the use of his legs. At least I think he has." She was silent for several long moments, then she began to speak again. "What if my mask gets knocked off, or they have to take it off? They'll surely ask about it, and then I'll surely lie about it when they do. If my mask cis accidentally, or forcibly, removed then the truth will come out. And I'll have to explain how I'm the daughter of a god whose parenting skills need a lot of work, and that I know the goddess of Dark far better than most. After all, her essence is inside of me."
As if on cue Alice, the name Dirae has given to her Dark essence, took off from her arguing to talk to Dirae directly, forcing the unfortunate Siren to listen and acknowledge her presence. You bet I am! And stop all this hesitation! There's a mercenary guild awaiting! They promise adventure! And adventure means plenty of opportunity for personal gain! Play your cards right, and you might even become the leader of this operation! Think-
Forcibly, Dirae shoved Alice back behind the mental barriers she had erected long ago. However, that allowed the Light essence through. Amy, Dirae had taken to calling her. She Who Shall Not Be Named- Alice interjected here, Alice. I keep telling you. My name is- Amy continued, undeterred. She Who Shall Not Be Named, as I was saying, has a point. There is nothing to be gained by wallowing in indecision. As she so crudely put it, the Blazing Sands and adventure await. Adventure means more opportunity for helping people, as I'm sure you'll do. After all, you take most after me. Dirae gave a soft groan of despair. "Here we go..." YOU?! I hate to break his to you, miss I'm-so-better-than-you-because-I-stick-my-neck-out-for-stupid-strangers, but she takes most after ME. You know, the essence whose aff- Dirae's hands ketp moving and building the entire mental conversation.
A dull ache began to build in Dirae's temples. Recognizing the warning signs, she quickly shoved the two arguing essences into the back of her mind. "Please. No incidents today guys..." the silver ball buzzsawed again. "Alright! Alright! I'll go into the stupid guild and get recruited!" Before she could delay any further, she started heading towards the doors. After two steps, she paused, looking down at the contraption in her hands. "I suppose I'd better get rid of this." It looked to be a small and crude helicopter. Made out of a combintation of wood, leather, paper, and some metal. She wound the blades tight, and released her little twist up helicopter. It flew into the air, shuddering for a few moments before smoothing out, rising steadily higher.
Suddenly, the silver ball on her shoulder uncurled itself, and launched itself forward. In two flaps of it's wings, the tiny dragon had reached crashed into the helicopter. Over balanced and being attacked by a metal dragon, the helcopter began to spiral downward. Drilling could be heard, beneath the loud buzzsawing of the dragon's glee. It even set the poor contraption on fire before leaving. Nothing but a small smoldering ruin was left. Quite pleased with itself, the dragon flew back to Dirae and perched on her shoulder, drill arm still covered with bits of wood from the helicopter. Dirae rolled her eyes. "You, Sis, are a show off." Sis ignored this comment.
She quickly walked into the building, and then paused again, glancing uncertainly about. She didn't exactly know what to do or where to go from there.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Freeshooter92 said
Come on guise.
Working on it.
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