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KuroSo like we discussed. Templars are disguising themselves as Assassins and all that jazz. Takes place in the future with a lot of cool technology and stuff. But no flying cars. Hoverboards maybe, but no flying cars PLEASE. Not gonna make a huge special OOC post for all this since it's very informal. Anyway, enjoy, Chat.
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Nap time is all the time!
3 yrs ago
What if, I kidnap The Great Lithfangel? And THEN we have a fight to the death?
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3 yrs ago
I need a roleplay that will make me /feel/ shiz. like something that will make me angry and/or sad af. need some good writing/story
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Cira, I miss you...
3 yrs ago
I'm tired, who else is tired ?
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In a large opening between several houses a hooded figure stood with a deadly weapon in his hands. Across from the figure stood a group in hooded coats similar to that of the assassins’ of old.
He stood across from the others with the hood of his sweatshirt concealing his face. If only the others could see the smirk his lips had twisted into. It represented his arrogance to a T. “So. You think this will be easy, do you?” The leader of the group asked. “Oh well, well you know. Not too bad.” He swung the weighted end of his kusarigama in one hand while lightly holding the scythe end in his other. The young man threw his head back and chuckled. At last he looked toward them, one silver colored eye glinting in the moonlight. “Ready whenever you are, sirs.”
The leader made not a sound, but instead raised their hand to signal the others to attack. They rushed past the leader and attacked with a mixture of knives, swords, and brass knuckles. He waited with his head down and his eyes closed until the sound of footsteps were just before him. Rapidly, he snapped his eyes open and spun around, throwing his weight from his hand and pegging one in the face causing them to go down in pain. In that same turn he slashed another across the stomach with his small scythe. The young man pulled his weight back to him.
Another went down after the slash. He jumped up, placing his hand on one’s shoulders, leaping over them like a frog. “Woot!” Turning, he slashed them across the back. “Three down, three two go.” One went down to his knives that he threw. Another took the weight to the face like the other had. The last man standing was the leader of the group. “Excuse me, but I think your men are all out of commision.”
“Tch.” The leader threw down smoke pellets he had pulled from his pocket and disappeared. The young man replaced his weapon on his back and coughed, fanning the smoke away from his face. “Great. They’re going to kill me for this.” He climbed like a monkey up the side of a building and ran across the rooftops skillfully. At last he made it to his destination which was a grated opening on a rooftop. He dove into the opening and rolled. “Hey everybody! I’m back!” It was dead of night, but most of the time the people he hung out with were awake.
He stood across from the others with the hood of his sweatshirt concealing his face. If only the others could see the smirk his lips had twisted into. It represented his arrogance to a T. “So. You think this will be easy, do you?” The leader of the group asked. “Oh well, well you know. Not too bad.” He swung the weighted end of his kusarigama in one hand while lightly holding the scythe end in his other. The young man threw his head back and chuckled. At last he looked toward them, one silver colored eye glinting in the moonlight. “Ready whenever you are, sirs.”
The leader made not a sound, but instead raised their hand to signal the others to attack. They rushed past the leader and attacked with a mixture of knives, swords, and brass knuckles. He waited with his head down and his eyes closed until the sound of footsteps were just before him. Rapidly, he snapped his eyes open and spun around, throwing his weight from his hand and pegging one in the face causing them to go down in pain. In that same turn he slashed another across the stomach with his small scythe. The young man pulled his weight back to him.
Another went down after the slash. He jumped up, placing his hand on one’s shoulders, leaping over them like a frog. “Woot!” Turning, he slashed them across the back. “Three down, three two go.” One went down to his knives that he threw. Another took the weight to the face like the other had. The last man standing was the leader of the group. “Excuse me, but I think your men are all out of commision.”
“Tch.” The leader threw down smoke pellets he had pulled from his pocket and disappeared. The young man replaced his weapon on his back and coughed, fanning the smoke away from his face. “Great. They’re going to kill me for this.” He climbed like a monkey up the side of a building and ran across the rooftops skillfully. At last he made it to his destination which was a grated opening on a rooftop. He dove into the opening and rolled. “Hey everybody! I’m back!” It was dead of night, but most of the time the people he hung out with were awake.
It's ok about the post. I just get worried when ur not active
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Er. I'm so much like Queenie in the sense th at you're all talking about important things and I'm here twirling my hair like "la-de-da-de-da"
There's two high school kids. (cliche right?) they're both superpowered for one reason or another and they're heroes on the side while also being high school kids. Neither know the others secret identity. At school the girl crushes on the guy. in superhero form the guy crushes on the girl. but neither of their love is returned. (Miraculous Ladybug Status Idk if you've ever watched that...) but anyway. this is when things get dark. He gets severely injured in a battle against a powerful enemy (To be decided who the enemy is) and actually dies in her arms. That's when she finds out who he really is and is crushed to find this out. His funeral is closed casket because his parents can't stand to see him in such a state.. They don't know how he really died because the female hero covered it up. anyways. Now she lives a sad life without him. goes on patrols by herself and all. Not long after his death a new vigilante with a darker sense of justice appears. He begins killing criminals on the streets. the female hero can never seem to catch him. Finally she is able to confront him and they fight. He defeats her but leaves her alive telling her to stay out of his way. We can kinda continue on this is just the basic story line and all that. we would start where i first started telling the story and go from there. and yes if you're wondering the new vigilante is the old male hero brought back to life. (Red Hood Status)
IIIIIIII did it.
She had spent most of her time twirling a piece of the red side of her hair with her finger. Looking around the others had not quite interested her. The only ones that she had really seemed to notice were the cute ones. When the guns fired off Queenie tucked her head down so that her forehead was touching her knees. She protected her head with her arms screaming, "Eep!!!" As she hid from the bullets. Luckily for her, she hadn't been the target and the pain never came. After a moment she raised her head and looked around. So many of the others seemed unaffected. The fish-eating one sat down as well as Naked Lad and the one concealing her face. "Oh! Okay!" Queen seemed to confirm something to herself and continued on grinning at the others. Mako in particular. This newcomer had a strange aura about him that she liked a lot. And it wasn't just because he was dressed as strangely as her either. The thoughts going through her mind were sinister along with sexual, which was normal for her but this time she had her sights set on the fish boy. When that one guy fell down after that kitten lady cast some magic spell, Queenie burst out laughing.
"Ahahaha!! That was so funny! I love magic!" Then something occurred to the strange young woman. "WAIT A MINUTE! YOU CAN'T KEEP US HERE, I'VE GOT PLACES TO BE. MY GUESTS AT THE ASYLUM WILL MISS ME IF I'M GONE TO LONG!!" At last she had processed what the booming voice had said, a little late. Queen folded her arms across her chest with a pouting express"No fair!"
"Ahahaha!! That was so funny! I love magic!" Then something occurred to the strange young woman. "WAIT A MINUTE! YOU CAN'T KEEP US HERE, I'VE GOT PLACES TO BE. MY GUESTS AT THE ASYLUM WILL MISS ME IF I'M GONE TO LONG!!" At last she had processed what the booming voice had said, a little late. Queen folded her arms across her chest with a pouting express"No fair!"
@Ebil Bunny alright... i'll stay for you Bunny... :) I guess I have a lot of reading to do.
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