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I'm sorry for disappearing like that, everybody. RL was a little hectic and I couldn't give you guys a heads up.
Uicle
Uicle ignored Upsah. What was more pressing was the fact that both Grey and Lucilia seemed intent upong killing their opponents. Which would mean Khan would likely die as well. In an amount of pain Uicle knew far too intimately. "Great...just, great." Well..first things first. Keep Lucilia from giving into Upsah's taunts and killing the annoying bastard. A gust of wind(the Golem from before, to be specific), pushed against Lucilia. Hard. It wasn't enough to send her crashing to the ground so hard she'd be injured, he hoped anyways, but it was enough to hopefully distract her enough to listen. Or, at least, concentrate on killing him rather than the demon. Before he could address her, however, his golem was still flying towards Grey and the demon he was trying to kill. Quickly, Uicle cut the connection of life to the golem, reducing it to separate chunks of rubble once more. He gave life to a few of them, and had those crash into the other ones, and all the rubble went flying past Grey. The demon wasn't so lucky. One, rather large one, continued flying towards her. Uicle thought she would serve a better purpouse trapped under a large boulder rather than still talking and trying to kill them.
With the dual problems hopefully addressed for now, Uicle tried to talk Lucilia down from mass murdering every demon in sight. Or at least, these demons. "Lucilia, I know you hate demons, and I would gladly let you eviscerate Upsah any other time. But, remember, if you do, Khan will feel an amount of pain that no one creature should feel repeatedly. Enough to kill him if you don't just incapacitated the demon."
Uicle ignored Upsah. What was more pressing was the fact that both Grey and Lucilia seemed intent upong killing their opponents. Which would mean Khan would likely die as well. In an amount of pain Uicle knew far too intimately. "Great...just, great." Well..first things first. Keep Lucilia from giving into Upsah's taunts and killing the annoying bastard. A gust of wind(the Golem from before, to be specific), pushed against Lucilia. Hard. It wasn't enough to send her crashing to the ground so hard she'd be injured, he hoped anyways, but it was enough to hopefully distract her enough to listen. Or, at least, concentrate on killing him rather than the demon. Before he could address her, however, his golem was still flying towards Grey and the demon he was trying to kill. Quickly, Uicle cut the connection of life to the golem, reducing it to separate chunks of rubble once more. He gave life to a few of them, and had those crash into the other ones, and all the rubble went flying past Grey. The demon wasn't so lucky. One, rather large one, continued flying towards her. Uicle thought she would serve a better purpouse trapped under a large boulder rather than still talking and trying to kill them.
With the dual problems hopefully addressed for now, Uicle tried to talk Lucilia down from mass murdering every demon in sight. Or at least, these demons. "Lucilia, I know you hate demons, and I would gladly let you eviscerate Upsah any other time. But, remember, if you do, Khan will feel an amount of pain that no one creature should feel repeatedly. Enough to kill him if you don't just incapacitated the demon."
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Freeshooter92 said
Fixed.
Lies. LIES AND HERESY.
Freeshooter92 said Sorry, I'm gonna be gone fo a while... I have no idea when I'll be back...
Alright thanks for the update. Hope you get back soon.
As for you 'Mystery Man'. I assume you mean Phantoms. Or, as I like to call them, Rape given human form. Never try to Biotic punch their skulls in. They'll just dodge and use their swofds to puree your organs.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Irish Tree said
THE THREAD ISN'T ALLOWED TO DIE UNTIL I FINISH THE DWARF!
My PS3 is glitching the image, so all I see is a man beating someone to death with the entire scene disappearing and reappearing in quick succession. It's horrifying.
(Sorry for not being active as I should. The Mass Effect Trilogy is eating my soul)
(Also, Tali'Zorah vas Normandy is the best character of all time. Keelah Se'lai)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Doesn't like Umaran citizens hmm? Very much a Novaran?
I sense much personality conflict in his future when he learns that Dirae is an Umbaran citizen and the daughter of his God.
I sense much personality conflict in his future when he learns that Dirae is an Umbaran citizen and the daughter of his God.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Free I've been meaning to ask, how does Siren magic song work? Like traditional sirens? Wordless Singing. Or do the just make up a little rhyme or what have you on the spot?
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dirae
By all of the Gods, except two, why is she so freaking interested in me? Dirae wondered. She was distinctly aware of, and uncomfortable with, the woman's unwavering eyes. She preferred to be a relative unknown, something that made things work but no one paid attention to. Of course, given her blood, that was impossible. Her discomfort increased when she noticed that the woman grabbed the automaton and moved it without looking away. She didn't like this. This whole, center of intense attention, thing. It was a minor phobia, probably stemming from an entire childhood of being the center of attention no matter what she wanted. "I'll be...sure to give this back quickly...you can keep the dancers." She mumbled again, eyes still avoiding the secretary's and taking the paperwork. When she tried to leave, however, she was approached by an Orc. Now, normally, Dirae would have attempted a conversation. But, given that she was still high strung and nervous from even working up the guts to walk into this place and apply, and she was unnerved by the secretary's unwavering eyes, she was in no mood to try and sustain a conversation.
At least she could talk clearly. The Orc was far less nerveracking than the application process. "Dirae. From U-Samsara." She had nearly forgotten to give the lie for mask a basis. Time to cover your bases and leave. Now. Hurriedly, hopefully before the Orc noticed her near slip up, "It's why I have to wear this mask, annoying as it is. If you'll excuse me, though, I need to finish this application." Quickly, the Siren fled away from the desk into a relatively empty corner. She began searching her pockts for a writing utensil. She found nothing. Her pockets were emptied and then refilled. Old coins were flashed and then replaced, string, sticks, small gears, nails, etc. All were pulled out and then quickly put back into her pockets. But not a single thing to write with appeared. "So many pockets, and not one single writing utensil? Really?" She complained to Sis. The dragon only gave a smug buzzsaw whine in response. Dirae turned and gave the metal dragon the evil eye. "You're lucky you're useful, otherwise I would have turnedyou to scrap eons ago!" The dragon gave a buzzsaw whine in response. "Just write down what I want.." Dirae grumbled. It was kind of insulting. She could write, and write well. She had at least learned that before things went horribly, horribly wrong.
Chuckling to herself(which sounded like metal coins clacking together) Sis turned one arm into a pen and flew down to the papers. For several moments, any passerby was given the interesting sight of a Siren directing to a metal dragon, arguing with it, and threatening several times to cut off it's pen arm and write it herself. When she was finally finished, Dirae snatched the papers from her before she could make 'improvements'. Sis huffed and flew back to the Siren's shoulder, curling into a ball once more. She walked up to the desk and handed over the papers, quickly retreating back to her relatively empty corner again.
Now all she had to do was wait. And try not to let her nerves get the better of her. Unconsciously, she began making something else from the supplies in her vest.
By all of the Gods, except two, why is she so freaking interested in me? Dirae wondered. She was distinctly aware of, and uncomfortable with, the woman's unwavering eyes. She preferred to be a relative unknown, something that made things work but no one paid attention to. Of course, given her blood, that was impossible. Her discomfort increased when she noticed that the woman grabbed the automaton and moved it without looking away. She didn't like this. This whole, center of intense attention, thing. It was a minor phobia, probably stemming from an entire childhood of being the center of attention no matter what she wanted. "I'll be...sure to give this back quickly...you can keep the dancers." She mumbled again, eyes still avoiding the secretary's and taking the paperwork. When she tried to leave, however, she was approached by an Orc. Now, normally, Dirae would have attempted a conversation. But, given that she was still high strung and nervous from even working up the guts to walk into this place and apply, and she was unnerved by the secretary's unwavering eyes, she was in no mood to try and sustain a conversation.
At least she could talk clearly. The Orc was far less nerveracking than the application process. "Dirae. From U-Samsara." She had nearly forgotten to give the lie for mask a basis. Time to cover your bases and leave. Now. Hurriedly, hopefully before the Orc noticed her near slip up, "It's why I have to wear this mask, annoying as it is. If you'll excuse me, though, I need to finish this application." Quickly, the Siren fled away from the desk into a relatively empty corner. She began searching her pockts for a writing utensil. She found nothing. Her pockets were emptied and then refilled. Old coins were flashed and then replaced, string, sticks, small gears, nails, etc. All were pulled out and then quickly put back into her pockets. But not a single thing to write with appeared. "So many pockets, and not one single writing utensil? Really?" She complained to Sis. The dragon only gave a smug buzzsaw whine in response. Dirae turned and gave the metal dragon the evil eye. "You're lucky you're useful, otherwise I would have turnedyou to scrap eons ago!" The dragon gave a buzzsaw whine in response. "Just write down what I want.." Dirae grumbled. It was kind of insulting. She could write, and write well. She had at least learned that before things went horribly, horribly wrong.
Chuckling to herself(which sounded like metal coins clacking together) Sis turned one arm into a pen and flew down to the papers. For several moments, any passerby was given the interesting sight of a Siren directing to a metal dragon, arguing with it, and threatening several times to cut off it's pen arm and write it herself. When she was finally finished, Dirae snatched the papers from her before she could make 'improvements'. Sis huffed and flew back to the Siren's shoulder, curling into a ball once more. She walked up to the desk and handed over the papers, quickly retreating back to her relatively empty corner again.
Now all she had to do was wait. And try not to let her nerves get the better of her. Unconsciously, she began making something else from the supplies in her vest.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll get a post up today!
Grif of Hearts said
All sounds splendid, Xodus. I can't wait for some rest and recuperation (AKA, Maeve/Vail flirting).
That'll have to wait...she's kind of paralyzed and kidnapped at the moment...
xodus said
. Rtron Maeve will have a very important role to play. :p
It involves breaking things, yes?
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