The Irish Tree

Deal with the Devil: A High School DxD RP

Renatus Gadow

All the information for that...was a price Renatus was willing to pay. Clearing his throat, he said: "Very well then...first, my intentions are...oh." to start, before noticing Alistair pass out. It was...a bit amazing at how well he maintained his balance during his sleep. Then again, that must not be good for long periods...after all, what if his legs fell asleep? Regardless, not one to break his word, Renatus would wait for him to awaken once more, rather than making a mad dash off with the information. He seemed to at least respect their deal that much. Once Alistair was up once more and giving out the name of the King, Renatus' eyes lost a bit of luster once again, his right gripping at his left at the elbow. "...Him...I had a feeling..." he said, clenching his left fist. "Alistair...I don't want to get you further involved in this than you have to be knowing this...but...the truth is I..." he started before the voice of a stranger rang out.

"O-Oh me?" Renatus said, resuming his student-life facade. "My name's Renatus Gadow. I transferred here from Austria about a month ago...Can't say I've done much to stand out yet, so that might be why." he said with a slight chuckle, scratching the back of his head. "I was trying to badger Alistair-Senpai into letting me see his notes for the next exam," the boy said, probably seeming like a huge fucking nerd from his eagerness to hound someone for notes. Then again, Alistair might have been able to see just how quickly he changed back to his normal aloof student personality. Whatever Renatus wanted to do with that information, it was likely for just what he'd thought. A fight. Or a confrontation of some sort. Not many people snooped around in search of knowledge about Demon Peerages without a good reason for doing so.

Deal with the Devil: A High School DxD RP

Renatus Gadow

Renatus did his best to ignore the garishly colored golden car, despite how...offensively flamboyant it was to the eyes. So much so that it almost seemed to be ruining the mood. Naturally wanting to avoid that, Renatus cleared his throat and positioned himself away from the car...mostly so Alistair wouldn't see it when looking at him. Regardless of terrible paint jobs, the green-haired boy would lean against a nearby concrete pillar and think for a moment on Alistair's question of honesty...seeming to actually be questioning himself on that. Humming to himself for a moment, his eyes seemed to lose a bit of luster before saying: "If we're quantifying it...maybe 10% of what I have told you and what you know of me is the truth. But...I'm also certain that your own honesty isn't at 100. After all...those runes are far more than the scribbles of an overly active imagination inspired by a book, and I've no intention of really asking you to stop making them," having almost entirely dropped the over-friendly underclassmen front that he'd been putting up. In spite of the loss of over friendliness, he wasn't especially crass or rude to Alistair...in fact, he almost seemed to be complimenting the runes by saying they were far more than just scribbles.

But there was a certain desperation in his voice when he next said: "Please...the rumors of the supernatural occurrences around campus...the club that supposedly resides in a haunted room...All of these are things I need confirmed. Especially from one in-touch with...that side of reality." Whoever Gadow really was, he knew far too much about the real side of things. His tone was almost pleading, the lost luster in his eyes replaced by the kind of deep hope that a child looking at a terminally ill parent has. This information was...priceless to him. Not the base rumors from the common rabble of high school students full of embellishments from games of Telephone, but the truth only visible to those on the spectrum of Sorcery and Supernaturalism. "I can compensate you for the information...however, I'm not especially wealthy...please, tell me what you know and what it will take for you to tell me. Who...is the King in this game of chess?" At this point...Renatus was bowing. Begging, even, prostrating himself before Alistair.

Deal with the Devil: A High School DxD RP

Renatus Gadow

"Mischief? Oh no, I was just finishing my work here. Its pretty noisy at home, so I find it more efficient to focus on it here." Renatus said with a dismissive wave, before he adjusted his glasses and took a step back from Alistair, propping his hand against his chin in a "Thinking" position. "Another place that works...hmm...what about a sidewalk with chalk? Its temporary and all, but it'd probably alleviate the need to do it everywhere else. But, that's your choice after all...What are those anyway? They don't look like any language I've seen. Almost like something out of a fantasy novel." the short boy chirped, seemingly very curious about Alistair's little hobby.

Regardless, he couldn't help but look at the grooves that Alistair had made, all in a very intricate looking code from the way it was spaced out and arranged. Perhaps he thought it nothing more than some little home-made language...a hobby that while odd, might be a thing. Maybe. Who knew what exactly either was thinking besides themselves anyhow? Disregarding the symbols for a moment, Renatus said: "Oh, and me running into you isn't really a coincidence. I was actually hoping if you could fill me in on the details with some of the rumors I heard were circulating before I transferred," which was...a rather odd request for a favor. Why did some random transfer student care about dead rumors? Either way, there was a certain insistence in Renatus' eyes...the kind that said that if Alistair didn't tell him, he'd become very, very annoying very quickly. Whether Alistair would answer or not wouldn't matter though as Renatus lead him out to a nearby parking complex, a good deal of cars still there due to the average work hours not quite being over.

Pariah Online: Prologue [ closed ]

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Richter // Hawkwood
_{LOCALE //Dungeon Outskirts
TIME // Morning}

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"Well...at least they worked it out. I think. Probably not." Hawkwood thinked as he saw the exchange of apologies, one-sided in its sincerity. Or, maybe there was none at all. Bah...irritable people and depreciative jokes were like oil and orange juice. Now, that analogy might not make sense, but if you ever tried to drink both at the same time, you'd die. Well...you'd die drinking oil anyways. Regardless of his crudity, Graves was a great shield for the party, and Hawkwood could respect that...as far as it mattered.

Regardless of his personal thoughts, the moment had passed and new discussions popped up that were far more interesting...such as why the dungeon's surroundings were so...tranquil in comparison to earlier dungeons. And shit exploded. Loudly. Deafened a bit by his helmet, Hawkwood looked up at the little fireworks display, then to the fire mage, then sighed, running his palm over the front of his helmet. Today...would be long. And loud, undoubtedly.

Then, the MOST important discussion came up, of how they would approach tackling this dungeon's interior. Pondering for a moment as he listened to the ideas of separating into groups or going as one massive Zerg, Hawkwood soon found himself elbowed in the arm by his companion. Her idea was plenty sensible, and Hawkwood nodded in agreement. "Splitting up is a bad idea, but going in an organized group will definitely get rid of a lot of confusion. We don't want our newcomers winding up running into someone's spells or blades, so I feel like we should definitely keep a veteran on both ends of each fireteam if we're doing that. Preferably someone close quarters to bring up the rear in case of an ambush." he said, having finally broken his silence. "Leave the front to anybody with armor and shields, and knows how to use them; We'll make openings."

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

Maisy had to feel bad...I mean, she meant for him to spill everything, but he looked ready to piss his pants. Like, literally, he probably hadn't used the bathroom and was doing his hardest. Taking a deep breath for a moment, Maisy looked down at Lite with an appraising stare, still having to maintain her psycho stalker image in order to keep up images...buuuuut...being a little nice couldn't hurt.

"Lite," Maisy started, reaching down and patting him on the top of his head. "I've seen you around with the dark dormies. I've seen the swirlies, the wedgies, the charlie horses...oh god have I seen the charlie horses...but I don't get it. I still want to know who exactly you're doing this for, but really, more important for you..." she said, before surprisingly relieving her pressure on the box on his chest, still maintaining her hold on his deck. If he tried anything funny...she hoped Nate had her back. "Why are you doing ANYTHING for losers like them who're too stuck-up or too scared of consequences to do their own dirty work? I SAW your entrance exam! You were AMAZING! And I may have even taken a few of your underwear stashed away to remember that you were good. So...why go Dark? Why STAY Dark? I mean, not to sound racist, but black is NOT your color." the girl exasperated, clearly enthusiastic about how HARD she stalked him. "...You're better than this. And we can help you prove it." she said, now sorta encroaching on Nate's Good Cop Territory.

"We're gonna make the Tower awesome again, and make the Dark Dormies pay for it. You're either with us or against us on this...and being against us means I just wasted my speech on how cool you were. And still can be." Maisy said, before grabbing Lite's collar with her free hand, and shaking him around like a goddamn maraca. "NOW TELL US BEFORE I SHOW THE WORLD YOUR ONE-HUNDRED EYED DRAGON!"

Deal with the Devil: A High School DxD RP

Short introductory post away! I hope I haven't somehow already screwed up.

(Also an Austrian calling someone senpai makes me think of the Guvernator saying it.)

Deal with the Devil: A High School DxD RP

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"...Ahem." a familiar voice said behind Alistair, a hand gently reaching over and tugging on the love of his left air, not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to be annoying. With Alistair's head turned just enough by the tugging, he'd be able to see the somewhat...well, not-so-much familiar face of Hanadate's Austrian transfer student. Cocking his head to the side, Alistair's underclassman asked: "You do know that Graffiti is against school rules, right?" he asked, red eyes bright behind his half-rimmed glasses. "Honestly, I've seen only a couple of the little marks around school, but I even saw one on the inside of a toilet bowl...You take this seriously, huh?" he asked, with a genuinely warm sort of smile. From the last test, Alistair might have known that he'd come close in placement to him. Despite the exoticism of a European transfer so late into the year, he'd barely stood out a bit beyond his exam grades and a couple of girls asking him for tutoring.

Renatus Gadow released Alistair's ear after a moment, shrugging a bit as he crouched down to examine them. "...Doesn't seem to be harmful or offensive, but be careful; The School Disciplinary Committe's been looking for the person doing this for a while now. If you keep staying late to do it, they might start sniffing..." With that said, he got up once more. His posture was extremely relaxed, arms crossed over one another over his head before he started stretching, letting out a content sigh once a slight crack was audible. "So, Senpai...want to see if we can find you a new spot for this? It must be stiffening to deal with cramped spaced behind lockers and inside toilets all day for scribbling," he suggested, seeming to not at all know the value of the arcane scrawls all over the school...only really seeming to care that it was vandalism. What a fucking nerd. And yet, there was a certain poise to the way he carried himself...a great deal of pride seemed to dwell in that pint-sized young man, for whatever reason.

Deal with the Devil: A High School DxD RP

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You are doing gods work, friend.

I approve.

@Rune_Alchemist

What work? I have no idea what you're talking about.

Deal with the Devil: A High School DxD RP

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That is a fine butt, and I approve.

...I think

This RP needs a trap now.

Hmm~

@Rune_Alchemist

funny you say that...

Deal with the Devil: A High School DxD RP

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Oh, I get ya.

I don't have a strong reason or logic behind my decision.

I just like what I like, and I am not gonna fight it xD

_{That also includes traps with cute butts too, by the way}

@Rune_Alchemist