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*Pokes* Bump...?
I'll try to get a character sheet up
There, I am done with my character! ^^
I hope this RP hasn't died before it starts...
Hi again Metro ^^, been a while xD
Hm, can you play Original characters?
Would you like the character sent to you in a PM, or posted here?
I am sorry for a rather extreme inactivity lately. However, my latest post (while rather worthless) will be my last, I'm afraid. I see how the RP hasn't been moving at a very rapid pace lately...I hope it picks up for everyone.

It has been wonderful RPing with all of you ^^. Good luck with this RP!
With his memory returning, the agent was getting incredibly disheartened. It was an understandable change, but it would only go further. With a job like this, things other would consider inhumane was an everyday chore. How long would it take before his actions would drive the man insane? “Well…it wasn’t you…” It was, but not quite. “It’s what they do. They brainwash you, and you become their slave.” Either he would crumble and fall beneath the weight of his atrocities, or he would brave through the memories. “Look, I understand that you have a lot of shit to deal with…” Kevin sighed deeply and paced the room as he spoke before eventually reaching a halt by the window. “…I have some things I need to do.” Leaving 32 by himself in such a time of need was nothing a gentle person would do, but there were indeed things calling the asian away. With the Weapon X Program up and running like this, he had a lot of things he needed to do and while 32 was an essential piece, Kevin couldn’t prioritise him.

The mutant made his way towards the bed and reached below to pull out the case, his sword contained within. “I’ve put some money for you in the bag over there. It should help you to get around and if you’d like to stay here, you can rent the room. Though those guys are after you so I’d recommend being on the move…” It didn’t feel good leaving him behind, but there were others that could take care of him, mainly that monk. “Good luck. We might see each other again.” Kevin offered a faint smile before he opened the door. “Try not to die, or get captured by them…that would be worse.” With his goodbye, the asian moved out the door and down the stairwell. Hopefully the agent would be able to take care of himself. All his training had most likely evolved into muscle memory, and he would be a hard fish to take down.
“Let’s just head to bed now, tomorrow I’ll get you what you need.” Kevin slipped out of his clothes and approached the sofa, laying down on his back. “Take the bed. You need to some rest.” They both needed well deserved rest after a day like that, but Kevin was unsure if he wanted to drift off to sleep with 32 in the same room. While he trusted the guy enough to turn his back on him, being asleep together was stretching it. Waking up in a cell, strapped to a metallic chair with countless needles sticking into his skin wasn’t a tempting thought. Either way, the hours passed and as it was when the sun eventually started to rise, he was still alive and well in the motel bedroom. “Good morning.” The man stretched with a yawn. Looks like they both survived the night and a bad outcome seemed like nothing but a paranoid thought.

Kevin jumped up form the sofa and slipped into a pair of jeans and the shirt he had worn the day before. It would do for the errands he was about to run. “I’ll be right back.” He scratched the back of his head, yawning once more. “I’ll get you some clothes and breakfast. Try not to blow up the room while I’m gone.” Kevin winked and headed out the door. His trip wouldn’t take very long as he quickly slipped into the first best clothing store he saw and bought a set of three of everything needed. Pants, underwear, socks, t-shirts and shirts all medium sized for 32’s frame. While he was at it, he passed a restaurant and bought some breakfast and finally headed back to the motel room, dropping the bags on the floor and placed the paper bag with breakfast on the bedside table. “Still alive?” He chuckled.
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