He was shocked that she noticed him so easily. Was he losing his touch? "Jona- Oh nevermind. Lead the way." He said, not surprised that they didn't know that He was actually a She.
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8 yrs ago
Hello all! I have returned, after an unexcused abcense. Now, let's have a hell of a time.
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Sup turd-nuggets
9 yrs ago
I don't really care anymore. If I can't find a RP that won't fall apart in a week, I'm probably going to leave this site. So, let's hope for fun.
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9 yrs ago
All RP groups that I'm in, I will be gone until the 4th. GM's, control my characters until then.
9 yrs ago
I need a 1x1 RP with no romance, but a metric-fucking-ton of action. Anything but romance.
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What makes a man? Not his muscles or speed. But his courage, intellect, and morals.
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As he saw the girl, he immediately began following her in the shadows, using his generally small stature to his advantage. Taking silent steps to follow her.
He realized that Jen had probably screwed him over, and that he needed to find her. He gave his hand time to cool, then he opened the door, and walked out. He had a hand near his pistol just in case.
The doors repair is what really confused him. "Where the hell am I?" As he looked around, he saw the window and ripped the blinds away and looked out.
As he put on the clothes and geared up, he was still confused. He walked over to the nearest door and accidentally melted the handle off... Whoops.
When he awoke and noticed his surroundings, he immediately leaped out of the bed and reached for his revolvers, but they weren't there. "What in hell is this place?!" He shouted, forming a fireball in his hand. "Jen?!"
"All the more inviting is an illusion. You and I have quite literally been to Hell and back. If death was so inviting, why did we fight to get out of it?" He said, remembering his death, and the losing of his arm. "If death were so 'warm and inviting,' it wouldn't be such a hassle to do so." He said, pain in his words, then, he simply pulled out his teddy bear and began to rest.
"All is well. It was deserved. Save your emotion for battle." He said, cutting her off. Then he saw her clothes. "We all have a past. We build upon it. That is all that matters." He said, hearing rustling in the area, hopefully being their Paladin friends.
As he the hit, only stepping back, he feels a flash of hellish rage. The temptation of retaliation was extreme... But he repressed it. "Fine. I pray your friends arrive soon." He spoke, spitting out a little blood, then resting himself against a tree.
He had completely forgotten about poor Charlie. But the tome was pulling him with more and more force. "Jen... If you're going to hold it, just stay near me... Please." He said, she could hear the strain in his speech. It was almost unbearable.
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