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Tally Dor
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STATUS: You should never brush your teeth with your left hand. The reason mostly comes down to the fact a toothbrush works better. 17 hrs ago
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You should never brush your teeth with your left hand. The reason mostly comes down to the fact a toothbrush works better.
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I always say people come and go in waves.
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Dang it. Post 404?!?! Now no one is gunna find it.
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It's at times like this that I remember my dad's final words to me before he passed. "Careful son. I don't think the safety is on." Such wisdom.
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Long time ago I was young and poor but after many years of hard work I am no longer young.
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I need this for a character Sheet. If not a gif that a picture/screenshot will work.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AErKzVIdb3I
3:30-3:35
Something from somewhere in there if the whole thing is impossible. Shes super pretty.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AErKzVIdb3I
3:30-3:35
Something from somewhere in there if the whole thing is impossible. Shes super pretty.
Is this dead already?
As the Weeping continued sitting in his fetal position, digesting the information the spirit presented him. He did not physically move as the janitor came in. He trusted in his hiding spot as he recalled a sign for the lucky noodle. Some place to get grub. He frowned as the fingers clutching the amulet tightened on it threatening to crush it at the annoyance of this wild goose chase. He sighed causing the man to jump as he glanced towards the giant broiler that the Weeping was hiding behind. Was that a hiss of steam?
As the man made his way around the giant machine he would find nothing. The man was confused but he moved on from the broiler and began doing what he originally came in here to do. Meanwhile the Weeping had left the room after convincing his many spirits that wasting time on this human would give their quarry a chance to leave the Lucky Noodle. A bit of time had passed but the Weeping found himself out the Lucky Noodle after getting lost a time or two.
Entering into the building through the shadows he found himself looking downward at quite the scene before him. Several people were fighting. He ignored them as his orange eyes scanned each face, till his eyes finally fell upon the source of his frustration. The brown-haired young girl.
"GRAB HER!! SEIZE HER!!! DON'T LET THE SCAMP FLEE!!! TAKE HER!!!"
He could hear the various voices screaming in his head as he was slowly using the shadows to get a much better angle on Madalyne. He was now behind her, but she was just out of reach. But if he could just reach her, he'd be able to flee with her as she'd be disoriented from entering the shadow world that the Weeping called home.
He watched the fight scene unfold with interest as he had not seen many other metahumans since his awakening and if any of them got in his way it would be helpful the more he knew of them and the less they knew of him.
Interacting with @Adeline and @Dark light
Ishaan smiled at the subtle threat but paid it no real heed. It was best not to antagonize the man who handled the blade when injuries were a common occurrence of life. He took a few puffs from his pipe as he watched Kenji move about and offering his question about if he was going to guard the ship.
"Aye, I will be guarding the ship but fear not. Taylor has more brains than to leave such a big job solely to an old dog."
As he left, Ishaan's eyes focused on the young lady in front of him. She was standing in front of his waiting his words. A small sigh escaped Ishaan's lips as he pulled the box of firesticks from his coat pocket and extended his hand towards her.
"I suggest you be much more careful with your possessions." He exhaled some smoke as the end of his pipe glowed red as he inhaled.
"Especially if you are the owner of something expensive. We are pirates after all young lass."
Once the box left his hand, he dismissed her with a small smile on his face and a nod of his head as he headed back up to the dock going a different route. As Ishaan crossed into the sunlight, he made himself comfortable on a barrel and overlooked the skeleton crew. He could see Edric amongst the other handful of others that were left aboard.
After a moment of contemplation, he got on his feet and hollered out the remaining crew.
"Alright lads! The Cap'n and the first mate might be gone, and you're stuck with old Ishaan. Once you scallywags are done with your break get back to work!" He roared with laughter feeling pleased with himself as he took a bite from a crispy apple that he fished out from his shirt.
Ishaan smiled at the subtle threat but paid it no real heed. It was best not to antagonize the man who handled the blade when injuries were a common occurrence of life. He took a few puffs from his pipe as he watched Kenji move about and offering his question about if he was going to guard the ship.
"Aye, I will be guarding the ship but fear not. Taylor has more brains than to leave such a big job solely to an old dog."
As he left, Ishaan's eyes focused on the young lady in front of him. She was standing in front of his waiting his words. A small sigh escaped Ishaan's lips as he pulled the box of firesticks from his coat pocket and extended his hand towards her.
"I suggest you be much more careful with your possessions." He exhaled some smoke as the end of his pipe glowed red as he inhaled.
"Especially if you are the owner of something expensive. We are pirates after all young lass."
Once the box left his hand, he dismissed her with a small smile on his face and a nod of his head as he headed back up to the dock going a different route. As Ishaan crossed into the sunlight, he made himself comfortable on a barrel and overlooked the skeleton crew. He could see Edric amongst the other handful of others that were left aboard.
After a moment of contemplation, he got on his feet and hollered out the remaining crew.
"Alright lads! The Cap'n and the first mate might be gone, and you're stuck with old Ishaan. Once you scallywags are done with your break get back to work!" He roared with laughter feeling pleased with himself as he took a bite from a crispy apple that he fished out from his shirt.
The old man may be pulling rank here but you two are free to do whatever once he's done talking to Adeline's character. :D
Interacting with @Dark light and @Adeline
Ishaan had slowly been making his way through the ship. As the quartermaster he had been told by Taylor who to keep on the ship and who to send off. The list of who to get off the ship was far larger than those who were to stick around. The old Indian man had volunteered to stay behind on the ship to make sure those that were left didn't attempt to run off with the ship. He could hear talking as he rounded a corner finding both the doctor and the medic lollygagging.
He released a sharp cough announcing his presence as he walked into the light of the lantern that illuminated the room.
"Mr. Takeda..." He spoke calmly as his brown eyes drifted over to Genevieve. "Miss Perez...."
His eyes drifted to the firesticks on the table. Ishaan had overheard most of the conversation as most of the crew had left by this point save for the final rowboat that was going to shore. He leaned down on the table as with a slow hand and pulling his rank he gathered up all the firesticks and the box.
"Mayhaps you have both not heard the captain, but we are here in Nassau. Both of you go get the supplies you need."
Ishaan straightened his back as he looked towards KenJi.
"You are dismissed Mr. Takeda." The old man turned away from him expecting his word to be law as he turned towards the much more timid in comparison Genevieve.
"As for you young miss. A word...."
Ishaan had slowly been making his way through the ship. As the quartermaster he had been told by Taylor who to keep on the ship and who to send off. The list of who to get off the ship was far larger than those who were to stick around. The old Indian man had volunteered to stay behind on the ship to make sure those that were left didn't attempt to run off with the ship. He could hear talking as he rounded a corner finding both the doctor and the medic lollygagging.
He released a sharp cough announcing his presence as he walked into the light of the lantern that illuminated the room.
"Mr. Takeda..." He spoke calmly as his brown eyes drifted over to Genevieve. "Miss Perez...."
His eyes drifted to the firesticks on the table. Ishaan had overheard most of the conversation as most of the crew had left by this point save for the final rowboat that was going to shore. He leaned down on the table as with a slow hand and pulling his rank he gathered up all the firesticks and the box.
"Mayhaps you have both not heard the captain, but we are here in Nassau. Both of you go get the supplies you need."
Ishaan straightened his back as he looked towards KenJi.
"You are dismissed Mr. Takeda." The old man turned away from him expecting his word to be law as he turned towards the much more timid in comparison Genevieve.
"As for you young miss. A word...."
Not gunna lie it's been a while since I cried while writing. Wanted to be in the proper headspace for what a war medic would probably be going through.
Caz could hear screams from all over as another bomb landed far too close to the building. It was some hospital that was only half standing, but it was the best they had. It had been almost sixty hours since he last slept, and it was only when the scream of the man in front of him jostled him back to reality that his body moved without his say so. He had trained it well, studied the textbooks. His hands moved deftly as he took the man's belt off and wrapped it around the missing leg squeezing it together as tightly as he could and clasping it shut.
Another tortured scream as the medic beside Caz began packing the wound and giving the injured man a shot of morphine. Caz frowned as he staggered backwardly slightly off balance. This was a haphazard fix at best, but the supplies were running far far too low. Since the last bomb collapsed a section of the hospital that held many of the supplies they were running on fumes both literally and physically. His tired hazel eyes moving towards the next patient. A very pregnant blonde-haired woman, but Caz's face was grim. She had a large hunk of metal sticking out of her chest. Most likely from a bomb that caused a building to explode.
The poor woman was already dead, but he knew he had just heard her screaming moments before. Grabbing a scalpel he attempted to perform an emergency C-section. Maybe the baby could still be saved?
Present day
The tears wouldn't stop falling. Caz was kneeling down in the makeshift graveyard behind the hospital. The medics and hospital staff had begun to bury the dead back here because the hospital was filling up with bodies far faster than they could deliver them safely to the local cemeteries. In front of him was a tiny grave. The headstone was little more than two wooden planks that had been nailed together to make a cross.
This place was a monument to his failures as far as Caz was concerned even if all those that had died weren't under his charge. The planks in front of him held a single simple name.
Clementine
The small baby he had pulled from the dead mother. The infant tried, but it had been too weak, too much trauma. He had lost people before it was war but something about this had broken him. Her mother had no forms of identification, and he had fought toe and nail for this infant to not be placed in a mass grave of the unnamed and unrecognizable. So, he took it upon himself to name the baby Clementine and buried her himself.
An exasperated sigh escaped his chapped lips as he rubbed the tears from his eyes. He could hear some men coming up behind him. He stood up as he turned around and faced them. The war was over, the city should have been in a process of rebuilding, but something was strange about Berlin. The attempts to rebuild, the attempts to fix the problems never seemed to gain much traction. Like something was slowing them down.
Caz and a few other medics were going out into the ruins of the city to try and retrieve bodies most little more than bones at this point to bury and give families closure. He held the strap to corps bag tightly as he lit a cigarette and hit a long drag as he tried to calm the shaking of his hands. As they left the graveyard what should have been Caz's shadow finally moved from where he had been kneeling and vanished into the city.
Another tortured scream as the medic beside Caz began packing the wound and giving the injured man a shot of morphine. Caz frowned as he staggered backwardly slightly off balance. This was a haphazard fix at best, but the supplies were running far far too low. Since the last bomb collapsed a section of the hospital that held many of the supplies they were running on fumes both literally and physically. His tired hazel eyes moving towards the next patient. A very pregnant blonde-haired woman, but Caz's face was grim. She had a large hunk of metal sticking out of her chest. Most likely from a bomb that caused a building to explode.
The poor woman was already dead, but he knew he had just heard her screaming moments before. Grabbing a scalpel he attempted to perform an emergency C-section. Maybe the baby could still be saved?
Present day
The tears wouldn't stop falling. Caz was kneeling down in the makeshift graveyard behind the hospital. The medics and hospital staff had begun to bury the dead back here because the hospital was filling up with bodies far faster than they could deliver them safely to the local cemeteries. In front of him was a tiny grave. The headstone was little more than two wooden planks that had been nailed together to make a cross.
This place was a monument to his failures as far as Caz was concerned even if all those that had died weren't under his charge. The planks in front of him held a single simple name.
Clementine
The small baby he had pulled from the dead mother. The infant tried, but it had been too weak, too much trauma. He had lost people before it was war but something about this had broken him. Her mother had no forms of identification, and he had fought toe and nail for this infant to not be placed in a mass grave of the unnamed and unrecognizable. So, he took it upon himself to name the baby Clementine and buried her himself.
An exasperated sigh escaped his chapped lips as he rubbed the tears from his eyes. He could hear some men coming up behind him. He stood up as he turned around and faced them. The war was over, the city should have been in a process of rebuilding, but something was strange about Berlin. The attempts to rebuild, the attempts to fix the problems never seemed to gain much traction. Like something was slowing them down.
Caz and a few other medics were going out into the ruins of the city to try and retrieve bodies most little more than bones at this point to bury and give families closure. He held the strap to corps bag tightly as he lit a cigarette and hit a long drag as he tried to calm the shaking of his hands. As they left the graveyard what should have been Caz's shadow finally moved from where he had been kneeling and vanished into the city.
@Dark light @Adeline
Ishaan might come in like a wrecking ball and take the fire sticks and kick you both out. Since we are at port. Go buy supplies!! I should have a post up today.
Ishaan might come in like a wrecking ball and take the fire sticks and kick you both out. Since we are at port. Go buy supplies!! I should have a post up today.
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