Saarebas

The seventh sister - [Vampire the Masquerade-esque RP]

Lloyd let out another low growl as he leaned forward in his seat, tapping one of his clawed fingers on the table. "So not only are we to find this murderer, but we are to babysit this Malkavian that at any moment that can point to some random kine and are to capture or kill it without a second thought?" He said with a sneer and a tone of annoyance. "Excuse the savage for not seeing the grave insight that was put into that plan, but who am I to question the all knowing Camarilla. Not like you have ever been wrong in the past." He said with the same scolding tone. He was still tapping his claw on the table, by this point he had made a decent sized scratch mark into the wood. Lloyd moved his gaze back over to the girl sitting in the corner. He looked her over a moment, his scolding expression seeming to soften for a moment as he did so. He turned back to James, regaining his icy glare. "And what if she 'foresees' that a Camarilla official is the or one of the murderers? Is it within our right to bring them their final death?" He said raising a brow slightly. "And if it's all the same I am not staying in this tower. The park down the way will suffice as a suitable replacement for the woods."

The Knights of Songbird ~ A Bioshock Roleplay

Leroy had been following at the rear of the group, walking with a slow pace to try to take in as many details as he could. He watched the people walk by and go on with their daily lives. He examined the shops opening and selling their goods. But what he found most interesting were the posters of something called plasmids. "Evolve today?" He mumbled to himself as he read one of the advertisements. Leroy was considering going over to take a closer look but that idea was quickly pushed aside when he heard Kennedy speak up from the front of the group. "Well for some reason I'm in the mood for sea food but beside from that I'm peachy boss." He smirked lightly.

Leroy was lost in thought again when the white suited man approached the group. Why in the world is he wearing that mask for? He thought to himself, only half listening to what the man had to say. It was when he mentioned the name Cohen that he started to pay more attention. Where did I hear that name before... wait back at the store. Leroy thought when he realized that that was the name Kennedy used to get their new clothes. "Play? What play?" He asked but the man was already walking away. Leroy turned to Kennedy with a raised brow. "Well boss?"

Spliced

Marshall was licking his lips when Vlad came back into the room. "Full of naughty thoughts like always doc. So yeah I think it's still working." He smirked out.

Spliced

"Uh you know I was joking right wolfy? There is no way in hell that I'm drinking that-" Marshall said before John shoved the tube to the blood pack into his mouth. What the hell! He thought, looking at John in surprise. He was about to spit out the tube, but then a drop of blood fell on his tongue. Marshall raised a brow before allowing another drop to reach his tongue. It wasn't long until Marshall was draining the pint dry. "H-holy shit dude..." He said after the blood pack was empty.

Arkham Asylum: Diaries of the mad

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Spliced

"Oh so loving like always doc." Marshall said with a smirk as he watched Vlad walk away. "Whelp you heard the doc. FEED ME SEYMOUR!"

Spliced

"Doc she died dude. That kind of sets off a few red flags." Marshall said before looking at John. "And dude to save you some trouble that was the other wolf. Can you tell her to stop howling so loud too when you go see her."

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

"You should never judge by appearances my beauty from Elsewhere. You can never know what is lying just under the shallow surface of one's looks." Tagorn said with a slight smirk. While he was putting on his jest Tagorn was in a rage on the inside. Not only was he outside during the day, the burning feeling on his skin slowly becoming more and more intense, but he was surrounded by the weakest the city had to offer, worthless sacks of diseased flesh and blood in his eyes. Tagorn could feel the voice of Mol Bal screaming at the back of his mind, telling him to paint the allies with the blood of the weak. He managed to shove the urge aside for now but his patience for this area was wearing thinner by the moment. "I hate to rush you lot, but we are kind of on a schedule are we not?" Tagorn said crossing his arms and leaning back slightly. "So if we are to get these glorified kitten cut throats we should really start moving."

Spliced

"H-holy shit dude... You died." Marshall said with a slight in awe expression. "That's pretty... awesome."

Spliced

Marshall eyes widen once Hitomi's heart stopped. "Holy shit man! Doc it stopped! Her heart!" He said looking at Hitomi and Vlad trying to save her. "...and I heard it stop." He mumbled to himself. Did I just hear somebody die? He thought to himself