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In Variance 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Witnessing the scene, a gray haired individual in the crowd walked into an alleyway. There he pulled out his phone and called an unlisted number.

"My lord," the grey man said, "It seems the crow has come out of hiding, and the fox has started to change his targets..."

On the other side of the phone, the Count sat in quiet contemplation for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he spoke, in a deathly tone which was surprising given the youth of the voice.

"We shall have to move up the ceremony of ascension. Tell the others to prepare the sacrifices and the chosen."

The grey man gulped audibly, "Of course my lord, as you wish."
"Small problem with that plan cap'n." Hunter said, his hands bloody from the grip he had to maintain on the wheel, "We're in the midst of Scylla's Embrace. It's all I can do to keep her from dashing agains' the rocks. Our only option right now is to head deeper into her belly, the marines would nee be stupid enough to follow us towards Shipwreck Isle in this weather."

It was a crazy plan, Scylla's Embrace was a difficult sea to navigate on a calm day. In the midst of a storm like this it'd be tantamount to suicide. Of course probable death is always more appealing than certain death, but not by much. It'd take take everything he had to get them there, and the luck of the devil for the ship to not be a complete wreck when they got there.

"Pull in all but the main sail!" the navigator called over the sounds of the waves and cannon fire, "These winds will as soon get us killed as allow us to escape the bastards. Seems the government has even bought the favour of the gods..."
Yup. He's trying not to get the ship dashed against the rocks and having us dragged to a painful demise. Some of those rocks have teeth...
@Catchphrase If you want to flee, we'll happily through you overboard.
Marines, Treacherous Waters, and an Oncoming Storm. How will out brave crew survive this encounter? Find out next time on One Piece: On Stranger Tides.

Sorry, Not Sorry. :P
"Batten down the hatches, pull in the sails. This is going to be close..." Hunter yelled, as he tried to keep the ship from being dashed against the rocks. As if the Marines and the deadly currents weren't bad enough, a storm had started brewing, making his job a nightmare among nightmares. It was as if the gods themselves had finally decided to arrange his death, well screw those fuckers, he'll make his own odds.

"Jack, make yerself useful and get us some barrels of gunpowder through the hold. I'll see us through this shit-storm yet."

There was an audible crack, as the ship scrapped across a rock. Fortunately there was little damage... hell the blasted figurehead had come of so that was an upside, but he couldn't risk that again. His eyes were stinging like a bugger due to the waves thrashing his eyes, but hee had to keep his eyes on the waves, and get them through the storm. A cannon shot rang out from one of the marine ships, followed by an entire orchestra of gunfire. The bastards were trying to sink us.

"Brace for impact, ye bastards!" He yelled, trying to be heard above the squall of the storm, "They're trying to sink us!"
That... or his flu medication has made him tripping.
I'd suggest waiting on the ballistic trick until after Ryteb begins fighting Lu Bu.
Ryteb Pyarros


This plan was dangerous, especially for someone not used to close combat. But if his gambit allowed Lord Cao Cao to attain an amazing victory, then it was worth it. After all, history did always remember the strategems of crazy battles. The strategist rode towards the front lines, having found enough time had passed for preparations to be complete. When he was near eyeshot of Lu Bu, he used his power of illusion to make him appear to be Lord Cao Cao on his noble steed. When he was within earshot of the men atop the gate, he called out in a mimicry of his Lord's voice.

"Dong Zhao, you coward, I challenge you to single combat in hopes of staving off this unnessercay bloodshed. If you are too afraid, I shall settle for facing your lapdog that you call a son. Unless, of course, your bastard child is just as meek and fearful as you!"

Knowing that it was but a matter of time, he took time to collect himself mentally. Although he didn't have to achieve victory in this fight, he had to last long enough for the forces to breach the city. It was unfortunate that he couldn't get another to preform this ruse, as he knew no one else of similar illusionary skill that he could trust.
Zamuri Zamuri


When the call came, Zamuri was drinking at a pub. It was all he had done lately, as the soldiers wouldn't let him leave the city to go hunting. Bastards. The huge faunus was on his 7th pint of the day, when he heard the announcement over the intercom. "Finally, I get to see some action." Zamuri boomed, his voice permeating the room like a bass drop. After reverberating the entire room with just his voice, he downed the rest of his pint in a single gulp, and walked out like a man who hadn't ingested a couple dozen of gallons of alcohol over the past week.

Even if he was unaware of the reason, Zamuri could see full well the tension between the two races in the alliance. It felt like that time young Bert was carrying a crate of red dust for the miners, teetering on the brink of a real mess. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything to help the situation himself, as a man trying to solve a problem he knows nothing about is like trying to pull your foot out of a bear trap. Pointless and extremely painful.

As he entered into Room 5-0D, having to stoop to avoid hitting his head on the door, Zamuri found himself looking at another of those armored humans, and some weird guy with a crowd atop his shoulder. That dude set Zamuri's danger senses into overdrive, and he made a note to himself to never get close to him. Giving a rather sloppy salute, based on what he saw the soldiers doing outside, he gave a boyish grin and announced in his ridiculously loud voice; "Zamuri Zamuri here to kick some Grimm arse!"
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