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STATUS: Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure. 5 yrs ago
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5 yrs ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

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In The Dead Don't Die. → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

June Fowler



Location: Pinned to the wall of the MRAP by a scary lady
Skills: N/A


To say things were getting intense was an understatement. As a whole June felt herself getting more flustered. Not because she was getting pinned to a wall by a scary woman and this would have been a fun fantasy were it not the end of the world, but because it was the end of the world and she got herself called out for doing something extremely selfish. And now there was yelling. When asked if things were under control, June tried to speak, but could only manage a nod herself. She had given up any fight she had left. Running a whole day on fight and flight took a lot out of her cognitively that she normally wasn't up for giving.

She almost spoke up when Billie unclasped the bag that held the guns. Not because she was objecting to that, but because a lot of her personal articles were in there. A laptop, tablet, and a bunch of other essentials. Though... none of her prescriptions. Those, like the car she and her father had rebuilt were still back in the city itself. Yes, she could live without them. None were life threatening. However... they made life considerably easier. when told to go back into the van, June simply nodded again, and when she began to climb she heard Billie mention that there were only two guns. A part of her still wanted to hide it. Keep it for herself. Now she felt she needed it more with how she turned everyone away. But she didn't have the strength anymore to fight. She couldn't handle another confrontation.

Gus had proposed only giving guns to people who knew how to use them. Kali had offered to even let someone use the rifle should they know how. But not without June herself giving up the guns. Lex seemed to be more prepared for things, on alert, staying up to date on their goings on ons. Turning so she could face Billie June finally found the words to speak while sitting just barely inside of the MRAP. "I still have one... I'm familiar with guns though." She briefly wondered if that would be seen as intentionally holding a gun out from the stash she stole. If that would cause more problems. "I can... I can give it back." June said as she reached into her belt and pulled the gun she clearly knew how to hold, but was so jostled up she could barely keep a grip on it. Not only was this a gun she was not familiar with, she was still only a bad episode from having a total breakdown.

Handing the gun back to Billie barrel pointed off to the side in her attempt to keep it as safe as she could, she gave it off. "I'm not that good with a hand gun though. I learned on rifles and shotguns mostly." June said, some of her own voice returning.
In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Tap Room
Action: Introductions
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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So it was a date. BB would tear into Kathryn rightfully so for her lies. The road to hell being paved with good intentions. If she was not careful that was the road she was building. "When that time comes, I look forward to it." Sure, she could get into her conspiracies how some things weren't adding up. How someone had to know more then they were letting on, but BB had his own points, and Kathryn had her own traumas that made her always a little skeptical of most people. A part of her wanted to trust everyone around her. A part of her wanted to give everyone the biggest hug she could and let them know things would be okay. A part of her remembers how steel in her flesh feels. An early memory as sharp as any. But, that did not excuse her behavior.

Returning to the tap room was a nice break from things. No puzzles, no moral quandaries, and only friends and... A new dwarf? Victoria seemed to be handling things okay with Lizbeth, but before Kathryn would officially introduce herself to this new dwarf, she would go in to check on Lizbeth. "Is Victoria teaching you all that fun magic stuff? She'd probably do better than I could in that regard. I'd offer to show you some stuff on runic magic, but I am rather novice myself, and don't know if I would be a good teacher of it." Kathryn joked. But it also seemed Like Lizbeth had a lot on her plate. She was a smart cookie and would be attempting to learn a lot already this winter. "We found a box that requires some sort of fork looking key. So far, no luck opening it outside of what BB has been able to pull off." Kathryn spoke attempting to answer Victoria on her question about what they had found.

Turning to meet the new companion who Kosara had seemed to have brought in, Kathryn approached the man. "Kosara who is this?" She called out to the tiefling woman who she was maybe or maybe not in a relationship with? She would need to get with Kosara on that. Turning to Dax, Kathryn bowed as if she were wearing a dress, and gave a polite curtsy. "Pleasure to meet you, My name is Lady Kathryn traveling under the adventuring name of Pyke." Kathryn said warmly before finishing her bow and standing up right again, watchful to not hit her head on the ceiling. Again.

In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Tap room --> Basement --> Tap Room
Action: Failing the puzzles
Bonus Action: Meeting new people!
Reaction: being rightfully guilted!
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Victoria's assessment of Lizbeth was informative. Though it made really little sense to Kathryn. The only magic she even had an apprentice level grasp of was old style runic magic. And even then she was rather far from an expert. Her magic was still messy, was sometimes unreliable, and proved to be rather volatile at times. Sure, she didn't explode when she used her magic. But some days the runes felt like they were burning hot. And other days it made her ill to press her magic too far. A part of her wanted to help, but apart of her now worried she made things worse. But for the first time in a hot minute, Lizbeth was getting the answers she needed. But there was more to know. More to learn. More to understand. But, she hoped that Lizbeth would be okay. If anyone could understand the sort of magic that she was experiencing it had to be Victoria, right?

It was clear that the warrior giant was no puzzle expert. Sure, she was smarter than the average commoner, but that by far didn't make her an expert. It did however make her surprisingly literate. And she knew a few fun poems. But when it came to this fucking puzzle box? She had no luck. She tried pressing the mushroom looking button, and it reacted. Then... Unreacted. "Mother fucker." She stated in a single breath as she then began attempting to puzzle out the box. She wasn't ready to snap it open just yet. But the temptation was there. She was not as patient with inanimate objects as she would like to admit. Alas the more she fussed with it, the more tempting twisting it apart was. Her rather brutish impulses were tampered when BB approached, and offered to take a crack at it. "Be my guest. I'm a step away from finding the closest thing to a lid on it and twisting it off." She joked with a smile, though she was tempted. Like really? What is the worst that could happen from that?

Then BB got the box open. Doing it so easily that Kathryn felt like maybe, she wasn't as smart as she thought she was. Maybe she did need to pick up a private tutor again? Maybe learning half the words you knew in common from whores that the knight that trained you brought back to your shared dwellings wasn't a proper way to learn the language. Even if it was kitty corner from your own homelands language. But BB had figured it out! "Well. I'll be damned. You got it!" Sure, she was upset that she hadn't figured it out. BUT! it had been figured out! And that was a huge win! When asked about a key, Kathryn found herself gleeful! Maybe she could do more than just be muscle for the party! She had figured something out! Or at least collected clues. Reaching under her breast plate it took a bit to find the key. Wearing gloves, metal on metal, and bug hide, the key was difficult to find. But she produced it with a smile. "Found it in the same place we found the other clues. So it's gotta fit right?" Kathryn said. Sure, it opened the other box, but maybe old grand papi cheaped out on the locks? No. No he did not. This key did infact not work with this lock. Not even close. "Mother shit fucker." Kathryn said mildly exasperated. The slit was small... maybe she could wiggle a knife into it? Taking one of the many sharp instruments on her person, she then tried to slide a thin blade into the key like port, making nothing more than soft scratches. "Mother shit hell fucker." She said definitely annoyed now. It was like some cruel force of nature didn't want her to be able to solve this. What god would be so cruel?

When BB decided to return upstairs, Kathryn decided to join the dragonborn. Only to be met with some... very harsh criticism by her sparing buddy. He had a lot to call Kathryn out on, and rightfully so. She had lied. Though not as easy as BB implied, she had lied to people that had trusted her. And to his credit, he appeared to be subtle about it for now. So, Kathryn decided to share what she knew to BB, and for now only bb. "I asked Cecily for the keys to the lands. So we could investigate, and figure out the mysteries that plagued the vineyard. Right after Toombas's death. It felt cruel to push Cecily like that right after something so traumatic, but we needed every edge we could get. I even asked Victoria for some magic to aid me. Though I didn't share with her why. In truth, I have suspicions on a lot of people right now." She let out a deep sigh, hesitating to spread rumors without backing. But BB deserved to know her thinking. "We can not rule out Cecily as a subject." She spoke in an even more hushed tone so only BB could hear. "She has a motive BB. And didn't hand over the keys." She stayed hushed, but took a moment to clear her thoughts. "I do not have an exact reason to distrust her, but after everything with Cavendish and the Sheriff, I wanted to know more before voicing suspicions. That is why I didn't give the letter to Cecily. But the information in the letter, I felt Lizbeth had to see before she ended up seeing whatever was in the study. With whatever it being something that her grandfather knew, she would not like to see. As for where I found it, it was locked away in some sort of contingency box within the study." Along with notes, letters, and other assorted things. but the letter was the main note.

She slumped, unsure how to justify lying to her party members. "I didn't want to risk jumping to conclusions about Lizbeth either, not until we knew something more. But as Victoria helps ease Lizbeth through her understanding. I see I was wrong there." She was still hushed. Though a wave of emotions rushed through her. Making her rather unsure how to feel about this. Relieved to not have to keep hiding things? Angry that she wasn't able to help Lizbeth, or that she would think such things about someone who had taken care of all of them? Ashamed for becoming so paranoid about so many people with so little justification? She wasn't sure. "You can rightfully yell and berate me infront of the others later. I'll answer what I know. But please not in front of Lizbeth." She asked of BB before continuing to the main room with everyone else.

Kathryn was last to enter the tap room it seemed. And when she returned she was surprised to see yet another dwarf! She wanted to get excited, dwarves were kinda cool. Though she hadn't met too many. But for being so small, they were generally rather hardy and strong. With Kathryn being considerably stronger than the rest of the party, it was an interesting play to get someone else who may have some muscle to them present. Unless he was also another worker for the lands like Urmdrus, or if he was here for another reason. "A pleasure to meet you. My name is Ser or Lady Kathryn Pyke of Arcanaple. Pleasure to meet you." Kathryn said as she gave a curt bow as if she were wearing a dress instead of full plated armor made of chain links, leather hides, and bug scales. All wrapped up in a comfortable tunic. All while faking her biggest smile as she struggle with the pain of guilt. Lies. Shame. Then sitting up strait to make sure her bow didn't last too long, while positioning herself so her head wouldn't hit one of the ceiling beams. Again.

In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Basement --> Tavern --> Basement
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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Kathryn had some regrets. Maybe she could have handled the letter better, but the more she tried to hide and protect Lizbeth, the more she found herself finding Lizbeth being set up for a great and more painful fall. The more the small bean was likely to crash out from what she was going through. The more it would hurt. She didn't know if it was the right choice, but given the option to keep blindly sheltering Lizbeth, or to help prepare her for what may happen, the clearer the choice was that Lizbeth could not be coddled and sheltered forever. When Lizbeth began to break down, Kathryn found herself remembering her kinder years in her youth. Where instead of belittling her younger siblings and the other children of the keep, she instead was a pillar of support for those who were not as strong. Setting her helmet down on the table as Lizbeth struggle to contain herself.

Pulling up a chair next to her squire Kathryn wrapped her arms around young Lizbeth, holding her closely, giving her somewhere to feel safe for just a moment. "let it out. However you need too. And whatever you need, I will be here for you." Kathryn stated. She wished she could do more. But she didn't know much of the arcane. She didn't know for sure what she was going through. But Kathryn would do everything she could to help Lizbeth. She would do everything she could to support the girl. When Lizbeth stood up and began to march towards the basement, quickly turning into... that form she would sometimes turn into. It no longer surprised Kathryn. Though it did unsettle the warrior. Seeing what Lizbeth could do in the bright light, seeing what she was. Kathryn wondered if this was a curse, or if it was what Lizbeth was truly deep down. No. She may look like this, but that wonders small child who wanted to see what the world had to offer, that is what Lizbeth was. That is who she was. Even if she did look like this.

As the time passed, Victoria seemed to be making a bit more headway with things than Kathryn was. Firstly taking the creepy grave rock that Kathryn had found. Then disappearing to read her books. "I.... okay...." Kathryn said, not really sure how she felt on this. But for all intents and purposes, Victoria was the expert on such matters. And be the expert she was. In moments the bard had put pieces together that Kathryn couldn't even wrap her head around. When Kathryn heard Sorcerer, she was tempted to ask Victoria the difference between a sorcerer and a warlock, but in the end she decided against such measures. For now, give Lizbeth time to process the information and then figure things out. BB had also taken the time to read the letter, and it seemed the party was more or less in agreement. Lizbeth was definitely effected by strong magic. Dangerous magic. But, she was still her. She was just, struggling with power beyond her comprehension.

Returning to the basement, Lizbeth had taken a moment too help figure things out, pointing out the coldest wall used to store the bacon. Alas, it was another angle to look at things, so Kathryn got to work. She moved bits about, shoved them to the side, and as per Lizbeth's requests, she did not break everything in an attempt to figure it out. Alas, a fair request. That is when she noticed, the only bit of fixed furnishing in the room was a single shelf, used to store tools, ropes, parts, and the only furniture affixed to the wall. But, it stood out too. Kathryn wasn't sure what it was, but she had found herself a depressed drunken mess a few times in taverns so she could at least claim to be an expert. Something... was off. So she began to move about the tools on the shelf, even the shelf itself. Maybe there was a lever to reveal something? Maybe there was some way too learn more?
In The Dead Don't Die. → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

June Fowler



Location: Pinned to the wall of the MRAP by a scary lady
Skills: N/A


The smiles and good moods ended nearly immediately. The moment Billie's voice came through June froze. "I... I...I..." Welp, there goes that confidence as Billie trapped her against the wall. In any other situation that felt less hostile or life threatening she would come up with a witty joke to ease the tensions. Something along the lines of "Kinky" or "Jokes on you I'm into this shit". But in this moment, all June could muster was how close to an emotional breakdown she actually was. "No I..." The words couldn't materialize. Sure, what June did was selfish and misguided. But there was still apart of her that wanted to clear the air. "Hey I'm sorry I took all the guns, but I want to reassure you that its not because I am trying to ditch you, I just don't trust any of you to not leave me the first chance you got, so I wanted insurance to make sure that didn't happen." Is what she probably would have said if she hadn't lost the ability to speak while panicking. There was also apart of her that registered that she was focusing on the wrong problem. She did that a lot. Got super focused on specific details and tended to overlook everything else.

When she heard Kali call out for the a rifle, June began to panic more. Those same guns that gave her the confidence to take on the world a moment ago? Her mind couldn't even register that she had one in her belt right now. "...wait no i just..." she tried to speak, coming out more as squeaking as her legs began to buckle from under her. Her desperate attempt to feel safe had inadvertently made her feel considerably less safe. Ironic really. The only reason she didn't completely fall to her knees was that Billie was so close to her she wasn't sure she had the room to collapse without falling into Billie, so taking all her remaining strength she stood while now every sound, motion, tick and click, step and shout began to overwhelm her. "Fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK!" she wanted to scream out. But no words came. She wanted to panic. She wanted to speak. But the fact she was so panicked she couldn't speak only made the panic worse. If she could explain herself maybe they would stop yelling? Maybe they would understand?

Understanding wasn't the problem right now. Apart of her knew that. She just wanted this to stop. Mustering what little she had she forced out a single barely audible word. "...sorry...." she uttered trying her best to enunciate it. Trying her best to not panic further. She fucked up, and she was being not only called out, but making her situation worse for it. Before rather forcefully pushing the laptop bag into Billie that held a lot of June's remaining worldly possessions and the guns and magazines. Shy of the one pistol still in her belt that at this moment she had forgotten about. As well as forgetting the bag was still wrapped around June's Torso.
In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Basement
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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Kathryn realized in her heist to prove she was useful for more than just muscle that she had failed to properly update BB on what was going on. "He mentioned a second study in a note. With a riddle attached to it saying "I do like to make sure our guests have plenty of bacon on hand". I assumed since he used to study in the coach house a fair bit that he must have meant here. And I hoped that with the basement being significantly smaller than the foundation for the rest of the building, that this wall would lead to some sort of secrete room or door. Cellar, storage, made sense at the time. Now I am not so sure." Kathryn sighed, not totally defeated, but definitely disheartened.

The return of Victoria was a nice one. She was a bit more of the skill junky magic user who could probably lend a hand, or figure this thing out if needed. Even with Lizbeth's input, they were beginning to hit dead ends. That was when Victoria noticed the gem Kathryn had pulled out in an attempt to convince the secrete door Kathryn was totally sure was real to reveal itself. Kathryn felt like a wild animal being stalked by some creature looking to have its way with her. "Vivianite?" Kathryn asked in confusion after V took the stone and examined it. "It was... in the Sarcophagus in the study. We were looking for clues and we found it." The implications of what Victoria said combined with what they knew so far, and where Kathryn found it, left the tall woman rather... unsettled. All Kathryn could think about were those dreams she had. All that death, all that pain. Were those dreams memories, or predictions. "Did you learn anything about the dreams?" Kathryn asked hopefully. She really didn't want to find out the hard way it was a prediction.

BB had suggested that they expand their search to outside, and though Kathryn was pretty sure that the study had to be in the basement, she had no way to know for sure after her attempts failed. "Again, I am almost certain the study has to be here. But I just... Dont know how to find it without dismantling the place." Plus if it was magic who could say that would even work? What if it was a pocket space of some kind? She had heard of those. "There's a storage out in the yard, we should check there for sure." Kathryn said with a defeated sigh before turning to join BB and Lizbeth. Before remembering the warning in the note.

Kathryn wanted to do her best to protect the small girl too, but she was worried that the more she tried, the more she was setting her up to fall even harder. She remembered the warning in the note, and didn't want to surprise Lizbeth with that. "Hey Lizbeth, before you go, you should take this. I thought I was protecting you, but I feel this is the wrong way too. If you decide you want to keep looking for the study with us, you should read it. This whole thing is going to be very close and personal to you. If I was in your shoes I would probably step away if I knew the situation was in good hands. But you should read this before you see the study." Kathryn said before pulling the note out from behind her breastplate. Bug Plate. "It's addressed to Cecily, but you have a right to know." She said before handing the note over to the small girl.
In Halo: Edge of Midnight → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
why is he so old? isn't he ready for retirement?


That is kind of the joke of the character. He's tried to retire a few times but for one reason or another it did not pan out.
In Halo: Edge of Midnight → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
AND SECOND TRY! This time I read.


In Halo: Edge of Midnight → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Oh would you look at that, only took 3-4 weeks to get this done.


In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Study --> Coach House --> Basement
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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The snow around the coach house was far more passable than the yard. Granted, that could be she was well above 2 meters tall and had the stepping reach to pass over the worst of it. However, her boots still would sink in the court yard. But with BB in hand (Now dropped to his own two feet) and Lizbeth by her side, she felt confident on saving the day! Her leads however were limited. There was a study hidden somewhere on this lot. And Kathryn was going to find it, and she was going to save the day. The first lead to check, the gem. Taking it out, she gave it a once over. Pulling it out of her bag, out of its own bag, and holding it in her glove, it... did nothing. Shame. But not the end of the world! "There is a hidden study somewhere here. We're going to find it. And get some answers yeah?" She asked now trying to reassure herself too.

The inside had grown dim, made sense really. No one had been present since they left this morning. Even once entering inside, the gem did nothing. Kathryn deciding she wanted her hands free decided to put away the gem before she dropped it, lost it, or needed her hands free in case of an unfortunate situation. She had a guess where a hidden room may be. Only a guess. The building was a lot bigger than the basement, so she figured under the main room somewhere. "Okay... I am going to check the basement, see if I can find a hidden door somewhere. Lizbeth, any ideas where your grandfather may have done his work when he worked here?" Kathryn asked hoping that maybe Lizbeth knew a little bit where there may be a secrete door.

Moving into the basement, Kathryn moved strait for the wall she assumed may be a false wall. She spent a moment leaning against them to see if they would give, then she took a moment trying to look over the details in the wall. It was a rather nicely made wall. But still, no secrete door. Taking her hammer out, she would then spend a moment tapping various points hoping to find either a weak point, or maybe a hidden button that just needed more force. So far? No luck. "Mother Fucker!" Kathryn exclaimed. She knew when it came to the work this party did she was a weak link. Sure, she could move any physical obstical in front of her. Sure in combat her foes with an ounce of intelligence would think twice. And sure, sometimes she could try her luck at feminine charm. So far, that luck hasn't been in her favor. In a rather shameful fit of rage, she swung the hammer back over her shoulder, and had nearly implanted it through the nice stonework, slowing herself last moment to barely tap the wall with comparable force to her investigation moments before. "Gods I have to stop letting this stuff get to me." She sighed out taking a moment to breath and think. When she heard V call out there was some relief. Their resident magic expert could surely assist them right? "Down here Victoria." Kathryn called out trying to hide her shame in losing her temper, and embarrassment from struggling to come through with what she thought was a good lead.
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