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LeeRoy
OhmThe assassin spoke rapidly, with a degrading manner to the mud-child-thing. He was abundantly clear about his intentions, he wanted a piece, nothing more nothing less, and if the mud-boy resisted he would kill him. Well that would be fine as long, better in fact, it would allow the Dreamer to observe the mud being's fighting abilities, catalogue his powers, record them and share them with the Eternal Dreamers.
The assassin turned towards Skallagrim, tilting his head upwards to look him in the eye sockets. "And what about you? You remind me a lot of my previous marks." Shin paused, cracking an inhuman smile behind his mask. "Because you're a skeleton. Get it? Because corpses decompose?"
“I hope Assassin you are more competent as a merchant of death than a comedian.” Skallagrim hissed as he motioned to the mud being clawing at his face, “I care not what you do with the child, I require data and if I obtain it while you kill it, then so be it.”
Turning towards the mud-thing he spoke swiftly, “Child, if you wish to live whatever life you have been cursed to, give this man what he desires. Your life, forfeit would resolve nothing; your fate is twisted and confused. Perhaps seek out another way of life besides the path of violence you walk.”
As he did so, a swirling amethyst light spun around the room as the Dreamer shifted his feet, so that he was clear from obstructions, then with a casual wave of his hand the trained lurched forward, then slowly slid up and along its magnetic tracks building speed as it went.
“It is best we avoid the eyes of the passengers waiting for a train. I bid you gather your pound of mud, if he allows you. If he does resist, it will be interesting to see how his mud-based body reacts to your or even my attacks.” Brilliant streams of energy drifted from his eye sockets, “Mud-child, it would be in your best interest to not resist, it will not take long I presume.”
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Light said
!Nothing too fancy here, just typical rp rules such as avoiding over-powerlessness, being a dickbag, etc..
I don't think you mean over-powerlessness
pow·er·less (pour-ls)
adj.
1. Lacking strength or power; helpless and totally ineffectual.
2. Lacking legal or other authority.
I think you meant overpowered. Which leads to my question. What is overpowered in this RP? Who decides and by what criteria is a character overpowered?
LeeRoy said
Hey, so. I've just started reviewing this sheet. I was unaware of it's existence until recently, due to my absence.But uh, just one thing before I finish it.I understand liking detail, and I appreciate the amount of effort put into this sheet. But this is too much detail, man.
For a firearms based character its better to have detail than not.
Well if we talk like you are not there I suppose your emotionally unstable character would find it insulting and rage against us for treating like you as if you don't exist.
The runt took a tumble because of the foot stomp. A frown crossed his lips as he stared at the dwarf who busily dusted himself off as he stood with the weird rings looped around his feet. He was speaking again, good lord this dwarf loved to hear his own voice.
"I'm gonna say a couple things. First of all, I've already told you what my rings do. They make me stronger, faster, and make me hit harder. I'm just moving them so I can use them more properly." The Pundambayan took a few steps towards General Freedom. "Second. I want to know what powers you have because I'm gonna kick your ass. I'm the one with suspicion on you."
"Third. What I'm doing with these rings is preparing myself. I've already told you what the rings do, so I'm moving them to better prepare myself. That's what I'm doing." The Pundambayan pointed down at the rings that were now on his feet. "I've got to move them around to make sure that I move as fast, and hit as hard as possible. Magic is funny like that."
“Look runt. I don’t really have time for this. I am not going to fight you; you are clearly and admittedly drunk.”
Rubbing his chin, General Freedom stared at him a minute, pondering what he could do to extract himself from this predicament. Clearly the dwarf was a drunk and a loud mouth, but mostly he was harmless, or appeared to be.
“You may be a hero for your people. That’s great, I am happy for you, but really I don’t think it would be in your best interest or mine to have a dust up. As far as I can tell, other than being drunk in public, you haven’t done anything to warrant me to have to effect an arrest. Why don’t you climb back aboard your party boat there and go home.”
Then with a dazzling smile, the sun glinting off perfect white teeth in such a way that if would make a wonderful shot for the media, he said, “Tell you what bunky, err say what was your name again? Oh yes, Can-e-taw Nor-a-haaa Aye-naw…Why don’t you sleep off your drunk and then we can go a few rounds. As it is, it would be unfair to fight someone intoxicated.”
General Freedom spread he hands before him in an apologetic manner.
"I'm gonna say a couple things. First of all, I've already told you what my rings do. They make me stronger, faster, and make me hit harder. I'm just moving them so I can use them more properly." The Pundambayan took a few steps towards General Freedom. "Second. I want to know what powers you have because I'm gonna kick your ass. I'm the one with suspicion on you."
"Third. What I'm doing with these rings is preparing myself. I've already told you what the rings do, so I'm moving them to better prepare myself. That's what I'm doing." The Pundambayan pointed down at the rings that were now on his feet. "I've got to move them around to make sure that I move as fast, and hit as hard as possible. Magic is funny like that."
“Look runt. I don’t really have time for this. I am not going to fight you; you are clearly and admittedly drunk.”
Rubbing his chin, General Freedom stared at him a minute, pondering what he could do to extract himself from this predicament. Clearly the dwarf was a drunk and a loud mouth, but mostly he was harmless, or appeared to be.
“You may be a hero for your people. That’s great, I am happy for you, but really I don’t think it would be in your best interest or mine to have a dust up. As far as I can tell, other than being drunk in public, you haven’t done anything to warrant me to have to effect an arrest. Why don’t you climb back aboard your party boat there and go home.”
Then with a dazzling smile, the sun glinting off perfect white teeth in such a way that if would make a wonderful shot for the media, he said, “Tell you what bunky, err say what was your name again? Oh yes, Can-e-taw Nor-a-haaa Aye-naw…Why don’t you sleep off your drunk and then we can go a few rounds. As it is, it would be unfair to fight someone intoxicated.”
General Freedom spread he hands before him in an apologetic manner.
General Freedom grimaced when the condenser struck the floating alien. The intelligence reports stated that this alien was crafty and skilled. It was hard to believe a simple object like a condens…
General Freedom didn’t finish that thought as two brilliant discs of energy sliced through the metal like a hot knife through butter. This could indeed be painful if those nasty looking objects struck him.
As the ZPE shield formed on his left arm, General Freedom saw the alien pop up and over the split condenser. This was not good, there seemed no way to avoid being cut by the discs of whirling blue energy. The intelligence was right, this was a dangerous man.
Dropping into a half-crouch the approach of the two speeding discs dictated he had no time for anything other than a purely defensive move for survival. Mind made up the Hero of Earth acted.
Now a 12,000 lb. condenser is not a light thing, it is heavy and bolted down to ensure stability. However when it is ripped from its foundation a hole appears, and one appeared here. Not an enormous hole, no but one that gave him a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the flimsy air ducts below.
From his crouch he hurled himself to his right, the shield offering some protection from the disc on his left, however as he hit the hole and subsequent aluminum ductwork the disc on his right cut across his calf, a superficial wound spewing a crimson spray across the roof top.
Grunting in pain as he hit the ducting, a loud thumped echoed around followed by a protestation of metal as the bolts ripped either from the wall or popped through the thin metal, causing the entire thing to fall through to the floor beneath the roof.
This small building had struggled to stand, had fought against all odds to remain upright, however that ended when the weight of General Freedom hit the floor. A loud scream of protest as joists gave way and a sheering of load bearing walls as they split and buckled under the impact.
The pain in his calf stung, burned and caused him to wince, but all that was forgotten as gravity took hold and the building collapsed in on itself. A cacophony of sound and detritus filled the air as the four story building simply seemed too disintegrated as the supports gave way and the bricks tumbled inward.
“Oh Shit!”
General Freedom didn’t finish that thought as two brilliant discs of energy sliced through the metal like a hot knife through butter. This could indeed be painful if those nasty looking objects struck him.
As the ZPE shield formed on his left arm, General Freedom saw the alien pop up and over the split condenser. This was not good, there seemed no way to avoid being cut by the discs of whirling blue energy. The intelligence was right, this was a dangerous man.
Dropping into a half-crouch the approach of the two speeding discs dictated he had no time for anything other than a purely defensive move for survival. Mind made up the Hero of Earth acted.
Now a 12,000 lb. condenser is not a light thing, it is heavy and bolted down to ensure stability. However when it is ripped from its foundation a hole appears, and one appeared here. Not an enormous hole, no but one that gave him a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the flimsy air ducts below.
From his crouch he hurled himself to his right, the shield offering some protection from the disc on his left, however as he hit the hole and subsequent aluminum ductwork the disc on his right cut across his calf, a superficial wound spewing a crimson spray across the roof top.
Grunting in pain as he hit the ducting, a loud thumped echoed around followed by a protestation of metal as the bolts ripped either from the wall or popped through the thin metal, causing the entire thing to fall through to the floor beneath the roof.
This small building had struggled to stand, had fought against all odds to remain upright, however that ended when the weight of General Freedom hit the floor. A loud scream of protest as joists gave way and a sheering of load bearing walls as they split and buckled under the impact.
The pain in his calf stung, burned and caused him to wince, but all that was forgotten as gravity took hold and the building collapsed in on itself. A cacophony of sound and detritus filled the air as the four story building simply seemed too disintegrated as the supports gave way and the bricks tumbled inward.
“Oh Shit!”
The source of so much interest appeared in the far doorway, a small framed individual, scarcely larger than an 8 or 9 year old child. An odd personage to say the least, as the aesr washed over him returning the information about the basic height and weight of the being, it also told the Dreamer that the being was acting in a manner not consistent with a normal human.
It pawed at its face, pulling? No it was tearing away flesh in a peculiar manner, similar to humans who chose to self-mutilate for attention. Often dysfunctional children with psychological problems, was that was happening here? Perhaps this mud being was a child, this act was simply its coping mechanism.
A motion drew the Dreamers attention followed by a snap, barely audible but very distinct came from the Assassin who slipped aboard the train.
“I only have come to observe it.” Skallagrim said as he stepped further into the train car, his radiating heat meeting the chilling fog continuing to create a raging storm front in miniature a scant few feet from the Assassin.
“You may have it when I am done recording its existence for the Dreamers.” He said as he indicated the creature, “I believe it is a child or perhaps a teen for its species. Notice the self-mutilation it is committing. Perhaps it is a cry for attention. If your employer has given you leeway, may you spare its life, allowing it mental help and a stable environment to grow in?”
The staff was clearly visible in the hands of the assassin, and it was clear that he was hesitant at the moment to use it. However he was still human, as much as his stature may grant him greater than human capabilities, he was all too human.
With a thought the aesr flared around the body of the Dreamer, a wavering, pale amethyst light dancing on his armored form.
“We need not resort to violence Assassin. I have no ill will towards you.” The Dreamer said as he shifted his hand slightly, the right hand coming to rest on the pommel of his sword, a natural and easy movement that would result in a resting of the hands. However to a skilled warrior it was a necessary move to ensure a fast draw of the sword if needed.
Even as his static filled voice carried in the car, barely audible, Skallagrim slid his feet apart slightly, with the right leading the left, as he rose slightly on his toes, while the knees bent. He waited now, on both the response from the Assassin and to see if the mud being was sentient, if it were able to understand what was being said. It would be shame if it were nothing more than a creature driven by base emotions and scant intellect
It pawed at its face, pulling? No it was tearing away flesh in a peculiar manner, similar to humans who chose to self-mutilate for attention. Often dysfunctional children with psychological problems, was that was happening here? Perhaps this mud being was a child, this act was simply its coping mechanism.
A motion drew the Dreamers attention followed by a snap, barely audible but very distinct came from the Assassin who slipped aboard the train.
“I only have come to observe it.” Skallagrim said as he stepped further into the train car, his radiating heat meeting the chilling fog continuing to create a raging storm front in miniature a scant few feet from the Assassin.
“You may have it when I am done recording its existence for the Dreamers.” He said as he indicated the creature, “I believe it is a child or perhaps a teen for its species. Notice the self-mutilation it is committing. Perhaps it is a cry for attention. If your employer has given you leeway, may you spare its life, allowing it mental help and a stable environment to grow in?”
The staff was clearly visible in the hands of the assassin, and it was clear that he was hesitant at the moment to use it. However he was still human, as much as his stature may grant him greater than human capabilities, he was all too human.
With a thought the aesr flared around the body of the Dreamer, a wavering, pale amethyst light dancing on his armored form.
“We need not resort to violence Assassin. I have no ill will towards you.” The Dreamer said as he shifted his hand slightly, the right hand coming to rest on the pommel of his sword, a natural and easy movement that would result in a resting of the hands. However to a skilled warrior it was a necessary move to ensure a fast draw of the sword if needed.
Even as his static filled voice carried in the car, barely audible, Skallagrim slid his feet apart slightly, with the right leading the left, as he rose slightly on his toes, while the knees bent. He waited now, on both the response from the Assassin and to see if the mud being was sentient, if it were able to understand what was being said. It would be shame if it were nothing more than a creature driven by base emotions and scant intellect
Hello Kuraudo, I think we have a fight between our characters Srey Jorani Loun and General freedom that we never finished.
Eklispe, sometimes you have to kick people in the baby maker to get them to be polite to you. Trust me it works wonders.
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