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Just your neighbourhood coffee fuelled sociopath
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
If this is still open, would you welcome a slightly deranged cook?
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
VitaVitaAR said
I do, somewhat soon at least.As for a space and dimensions affinity, that's frankly incredibly easy to break.
Agreed, it had been an idea that had crossed my mind and was discarded almost right away.
The current idea is a mage with an affinity for sensory input. Touch, Taste, Sight Smell and Sound. He'll likely be the kind of man who, could blend in to any crowd. Quiet and exacting in his mannerisms although with an easy laugh and a love for any genre of comedy. He avoids doing things the 'easy' way in favor of finding a neat and tidy solution.
On my lunch break on my phone right now, should have a full CS when I get home.
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I'm a sucker for urban fantasy and this has a bit of a Dresden Files feel to it. I'm batting around a few ideas right now..
[Charlie and Regulus - Septum Chapel]
Charlie nodded in acceptance and thanks for the offer. Inhaling through his nose, he caught the scent of the beverage. “Just tea, thank you”
Regulus, however, had an entirely different reaction. He snorted at the sight of the pastries, unable to hold in his mirth that humans ate these disgusting things. “No, I don’t think I’ll have any. Water would be a much… healthier choice.”
“Hmph, you’re too picky, you do know that, right?” barked Kalameet as he snapped his fingers once more, summoning forth a small bottle of water before handing it off to Regulus. “Can’t you just be like your master here and accept what’s given to you?”
The master sighed with something between resignation and frustration. “Unfortunately, as I’ve learned most recently, not all possess the natural grace to excel in social situations.”
“Hey, Master, no need to get mad at me. You summoned a Beast, so you get what you get. I’m sure I’ll make up for my apparent lack of social awareness in battle.”
“I should certainly hope so. Thus far I’ve begin to suspect I may have gotten Berserker by mistake.”
“Aha… The bickering between mortals and spirits… isn’t it lovely, my dear?” beckoned Kalameet as he nodded towards the maiden by the altar, who continued to read her book. “I’ll take that as a yes. Anyway… since you two are the first to arrive, mind entertaining me with some questions? Being cooped up in here for weeks hasn’t been doing much for my sanity, mind you.”
“Well I suppose that prompts my first question. Are you restricted to this location or are you as free as we are to move as you please?”
“Heh… Well you see, I can actually move as far as I want, but she told me to stay just right here until my initial duties are over… but, considering all the delays and what not, I’ve been stuck here. Soon as those are over, I’ll be able to move freely just as you two will be.”
Regulus perked up as soon as the word “questions” came out of the Overseer’s mouth, barely containing his child-like excitement while the first one of his master’s inquiries was asked. Almost as soon as both parties had finished their response, the Beast Servant blurted out his own, despite carefully pronouncing each word so that he didn’t stutter or slip.
“So, quick question, what’s the policy on killing? Everyone? The Masters? Civilians?”
To this, Kalameet grinned a bit, while the maiden herself raised her eyes to glare at The Overseer’s response. “Just what kind of person do you think I am? Does it look like I honestly care? Not really. In war, everything is fair game, however, I do ask you to be… well, contained with your killings and to keep a lid on them. Don’t go destroying the city and all their inhabitants. Masters, Servants, etc… all that however, they are free game. Go nuts,” replied the man as he placed his hands behind his back, and as a sinister grin emerged upon his face.
Charlie nodded slowly. it had been a question that he had been considering. “I think that single question covers the nature of the game itself. This is war and there will be casualties. I do have one more query. What is your goal in this?”
“My goal? Heh… Now that’s something I can’t reveal just yet. Honestly? My motive is to find the true bearer of the Grail, while my goal could be something completely irrelevant. Tell me, why does it matter to you, Mr. Simms?”
Charlie took a slow sip of tea before answering. “I am merely interested in how it may conflict with my own agenda, if at all. If it is not directly related to the grail, then I suppose that there should be no unresolvable complications.”
Regulus, who’d again lapsed into silence, smirked at his Master’s response. “I suppose… that means you don’t care what the Grail is used for, as long as it finds its master?”
“That would be correct, who am I to judge whether or not who the winner of this war is? If destiny finds that someone good-hearted, or someone villainous to win the grail, then that is that. I have no qualms against it,” spoke The Overseer in an eerily jolly tone, which quickly became serious. “However… if I feel that things are… beyond hope, and the Holy Grail is a failure, then I will take action.”
“As is your duty in this matter.” Charlie drained the cup and set it back onto the tray. “Come Regulus, I would like to be away before another pair finds their way here.”
The snide Servant grinned at the sudden change in tone and expression, his breath hissing out as he whispered a barely perceptible: “Woo, spooky~.” He straightened up fully, dropping the untouched water bottle on the nearest pew before turning to look expectantly at his master.
Charlie led the way out of the building and back to their vehicle.
Grinning as the two made their way out of the chapel, Kalameet couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as the water bottle quickly vaporized into the air. “I think I’m going to enjoy this war, aren’t you, my dear?”
“I don’t know. As long as it is not a repeat, then I will be fine,” she murmured as she read her book, and as The Overseer took a seat next to her once again, waiting once more for visitors again.
Charlie nodded in acceptance and thanks for the offer. Inhaling through his nose, he caught the scent of the beverage. “Just tea, thank you”
Regulus, however, had an entirely different reaction. He snorted at the sight of the pastries, unable to hold in his mirth that humans ate these disgusting things. “No, I don’t think I’ll have any. Water would be a much… healthier choice.”
“Hmph, you’re too picky, you do know that, right?” barked Kalameet as he snapped his fingers once more, summoning forth a small bottle of water before handing it off to Regulus. “Can’t you just be like your master here and accept what’s given to you?”
The master sighed with something between resignation and frustration. “Unfortunately, as I’ve learned most recently, not all possess the natural grace to excel in social situations.”
“Hey, Master, no need to get mad at me. You summoned a Beast, so you get what you get. I’m sure I’ll make up for my apparent lack of social awareness in battle.”
“I should certainly hope so. Thus far I’ve begin to suspect I may have gotten Berserker by mistake.”
“Aha… The bickering between mortals and spirits… isn’t it lovely, my dear?” beckoned Kalameet as he nodded towards the maiden by the altar, who continued to read her book. “I’ll take that as a yes. Anyway… since you two are the first to arrive, mind entertaining me with some questions? Being cooped up in here for weeks hasn’t been doing much for my sanity, mind you.”
“Well I suppose that prompts my first question. Are you restricted to this location or are you as free as we are to move as you please?”
“Heh… Well you see, I can actually move as far as I want, but she told me to stay just right here until my initial duties are over… but, considering all the delays and what not, I’ve been stuck here. Soon as those are over, I’ll be able to move freely just as you two will be.”
Regulus perked up as soon as the word “questions” came out of the Overseer’s mouth, barely containing his child-like excitement while the first one of his master’s inquiries was asked. Almost as soon as both parties had finished their response, the Beast Servant blurted out his own, despite carefully pronouncing each word so that he didn’t stutter or slip.
“So, quick question, what’s the policy on killing? Everyone? The Masters? Civilians?”
To this, Kalameet grinned a bit, while the maiden herself raised her eyes to glare at The Overseer’s response. “Just what kind of person do you think I am? Does it look like I honestly care? Not really. In war, everything is fair game, however, I do ask you to be… well, contained with your killings and to keep a lid on them. Don’t go destroying the city and all their inhabitants. Masters, Servants, etc… all that however, they are free game. Go nuts,” replied the man as he placed his hands behind his back, and as a sinister grin emerged upon his face.
Charlie nodded slowly. it had been a question that he had been considering. “I think that single question covers the nature of the game itself. This is war and there will be casualties. I do have one more query. What is your goal in this?”
“My goal? Heh… Now that’s something I can’t reveal just yet. Honestly? My motive is to find the true bearer of the Grail, while my goal could be something completely irrelevant. Tell me, why does it matter to you, Mr. Simms?”
Charlie took a slow sip of tea before answering. “I am merely interested in how it may conflict with my own agenda, if at all. If it is not directly related to the grail, then I suppose that there should be no unresolvable complications.”
Regulus, who’d again lapsed into silence, smirked at his Master’s response. “I suppose… that means you don’t care what the Grail is used for, as long as it finds its master?”
“That would be correct, who am I to judge whether or not who the winner of this war is? If destiny finds that someone good-hearted, or someone villainous to win the grail, then that is that. I have no qualms against it,” spoke The Overseer in an eerily jolly tone, which quickly became serious. “However… if I feel that things are… beyond hope, and the Holy Grail is a failure, then I will take action.”
“As is your duty in this matter.” Charlie drained the cup and set it back onto the tray. “Come Regulus, I would like to be away before another pair finds their way here.”
The snide Servant grinned at the sudden change in tone and expression, his breath hissing out as he whispered a barely perceptible: “Woo, spooky~.” He straightened up fully, dropping the untouched water bottle on the nearest pew before turning to look expectantly at his master.
Charlie led the way out of the building and back to their vehicle.
Grinning as the two made their way out of the chapel, Kalameet couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as the water bottle quickly vaporized into the air. “I think I’m going to enjoy this war, aren’t you, my dear?”
“I don’t know. As long as it is not a repeat, then I will be fine,” she murmured as she read her book, and as The Overseer took a seat next to her once again, waiting once more for visitors again.
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[Charlie and Regulus - Septum Center]
The nondescript black SUV pulled smoothly into the parking lot before coming to a stop taking up an entire four spaces. Feeling the self righteous aura coming off of his servant at the chance of possible getting something past his master, Charlie frowned his disapproval but said nothing. There were much more important things to spend his breath on.
He climbed out into the chill night air, inhaling deeply the scent of the park that surrounded the church. Hands in his pockets now, The master waited for his servant.
The driver’s side door opened, revealing the smug servant and his newly acquired clothes. Gone was the stifling suit, made of the cursed fabric that constricted his skin and forced his newly created limbs to straighten themselves, lest the Servant aggravate the rough fabric of the custom made masterpiece of modern tailoring. Instead, he embraced his master’s suggestion, taking the silk clothes that he had spent nearly an hour selecting(Much to Charlie’s aggravation).
After he took his own breath of the sweet air, Regulus stalked around the SUV and approached his master, carelessly grinning at nothing in particular as he proffered his hand toward the main door of the church.
“After you, Master.”
Charlie reached out towards the voice, touching that shoulder and getting a feel for the direction leading to the church. He stepped out with a determined purpose and more confidence than a simple blind man could ever have when venturing into the unknown.
“Describe the entrance.”
After a moment of scrutiny, Regulus shrugged and to look at the door fully, glancing the entire church up and down.
“Two wooden doors, probably oak, each about twelve feet in height and about four feet wide. Set in some sort of white stone. They’re at the end of a similarly colored walkway that curves slightly to the left from where we’re standing. I’d say… About fifty-two feet. There’s garden on either side of the walkway, with rose bushes being the most common sight within reasonable distance.”
Charlie nods and begins the approach to the doorway, polished black shoes tapping a cadence on the stone of the walkway. Feeling himself to be near the door, the master reached out a hand and placed his palm on the smooth wood of the door. His left hand mirrored the action and he strode through, throwing the pair wide as he entered the church.
The nondescript black SUV pulled smoothly into the parking lot before coming to a stop taking up an entire four spaces. Feeling the self righteous aura coming off of his servant at the chance of possible getting something past his master, Charlie frowned his disapproval but said nothing. There were much more important things to spend his breath on.
He climbed out into the chill night air, inhaling deeply the scent of the park that surrounded the church. Hands in his pockets now, The master waited for his servant.
The driver’s side door opened, revealing the smug servant and his newly acquired clothes. Gone was the stifling suit, made of the cursed fabric that constricted his skin and forced his newly created limbs to straighten themselves, lest the Servant aggravate the rough fabric of the custom made masterpiece of modern tailoring. Instead, he embraced his master’s suggestion, taking the silk clothes that he had spent nearly an hour selecting(Much to Charlie’s aggravation).
After he took his own breath of the sweet air, Regulus stalked around the SUV and approached his master, carelessly grinning at nothing in particular as he proffered his hand toward the main door of the church.
“After you, Master.”
Charlie reached out towards the voice, touching that shoulder and getting a feel for the direction leading to the church. He stepped out with a determined purpose and more confidence than a simple blind man could ever have when venturing into the unknown.
“Describe the entrance.”
After a moment of scrutiny, Regulus shrugged and to look at the door fully, glancing the entire church up and down.
“Two wooden doors, probably oak, each about twelve feet in height and about four feet wide. Set in some sort of white stone. They’re at the end of a similarly colored walkway that curves slightly to the left from where we’re standing. I’d say… About fifty-two feet. There’s garden on either side of the walkway, with rose bushes being the most common sight within reasonable distance.”
Charlie nods and begins the approach to the doorway, polished black shoes tapping a cadence on the stone of the walkway. Feeling himself to be near the door, the master reached out a hand and placed his palm on the smooth wood of the door. His left hand mirrored the action and he strode through, throwing the pair wide as he entered the church.
[Charlie Simms and Regulus ~ 22 hours previous]
Smoothly rotating in the office chair, Charlie made the fifteen familiar steps to the entryway of his hotel suite. On the fourth step he grabbed the pistol from the table that he then clipped to the back of his belt. On the twelfth step Charlie took his suit jacket from it’s hook on the coat rack and shrugged it on over his shoulders, the loose cut concealing the pistol without outlining it. On the fifteenth step he stopped as the magic circle behind him drawn in blood ceased it’s reaction. he half turned, left hand resting on the doorknob as sightless eyes behind black sunglasses gazed back into the room.
“Attend me Regulus, There is work to be done”
The sounds of something very, very large becoming very small in a matter of seconds echoed from the room behind the blind master. There were a few more scuffles as what appeared to be a short man stood upright, stretching his limbs with an expression of mild annoyance. The words that leaked out of his mouth were as dry as the desert that was undoubtedly within a few miles of the undisclosed location.
“Ah, Master, you aren’t gonna clean this up? I thought it was bad manners or something to not leave a room how you found it.”
“That is why I have paid my damage deposit in cash. Now let’s make haste, I would like to book passage on the same train as my cargo. Now follow along, I hope that you can drive. I must also assume that you will be requiring a suitable uniform for your role as a servant.”
With that spoken, he opened the door and strode out into the hallway, one hand running almost absently along the wall as he counted the steps to the rear exit where the rental car, also paid for with cash, waited.
The man who had been called ‘Regulus’ sighed, staring glumly at the absolutely ruined hotel room with a disapproving glare. ‘Suitable uniform, his master said. Now where was he gonna get that? It wasn’t like it was just gonna drop into his newly formed la-’
His musings were interrupted by a gasp from the door, a young woman wearing an outfit of the cleaning staff staring with mute horror at the horrible sight before her. She stumbled backwards as Regulus’ face split into a grin for the first time since he’d been summoned, showing far too many teeth than should have fit inside his averagely positioned mouth. He spoke too soon. Perhaps today was his lucky day.
A few minutes later he tromped down to the car, wearing an ill-fitted green dress and apron.
Noticing the difference in gait and the general aura of smugness, Charlie frowned deeply, his eyebrows knitting together above his sunglasses. His jaw clenched as he bit back what might have been some very creative Swedish.
“No, No, definitely not.”
Just short of an hour later, Charlie and Regulus cat in a private room on board of a train car. With his hands folded neatly in his lap, the master listened to an audiobook on his phone. He appeared to be sleeping with the exception of the minute movement of his head towards any sound deemed to be out of place.
Opposite the blind man, the newly summoned servant slumped moodily against his seat, shifting uncomfortably every so often as the newly pressed fabric of the impeccable suit he had been issued dug into his skin. An occasional grumble made it past the wall of silence that separated the two.
Regulus had been loathe to give up the dress, spitting bitter venom about the restricting qualities of the pants even when he was being fitted in the short time the duo had before the train had left. His dry skin wasn’t made for the rough fabric.
It chafed.
An arched eyebrow was the only change in expression from Charlie. He pulled an earbud out of his ear and tilted his head slightly.
“Perhaps a silk shirt might have been a better choice… and maybe a skirt.”
The Beast’s head snapped up at the mention of his forced choice of clothing, his untrimmed hair covering the piercing eyes that glared daggers at the Swedish man before him.
“Yes, I said that I liked the dress. But apparently that’s not suitable, so here we are.”
“That dress was not suitable in the least. We are professionals with a job to do and such attire may only make it more difficult.”
“Fine! Hopefully the aggravating land that requires so much travel to get to will have at least some semblance of said ‘attire’.”
There was a momentary pause as Regulus considered the possibilities.
“Master, do you think that they’ll have the skirt in black?”
“Regulus, I do not think that an outcome will be expected. I deal in certainties. They Will have the skirt in black, We Will be reaching our destination shortly and I Will win this Holy Grail War.”
Smoothly rotating in the office chair, Charlie made the fifteen familiar steps to the entryway of his hotel suite. On the fourth step he grabbed the pistol from the table that he then clipped to the back of his belt. On the twelfth step Charlie took his suit jacket from it’s hook on the coat rack and shrugged it on over his shoulders, the loose cut concealing the pistol without outlining it. On the fifteenth step he stopped as the magic circle behind him drawn in blood ceased it’s reaction. he half turned, left hand resting on the doorknob as sightless eyes behind black sunglasses gazed back into the room.
“Attend me Regulus, There is work to be done”
The sounds of something very, very large becoming very small in a matter of seconds echoed from the room behind the blind master. There were a few more scuffles as what appeared to be a short man stood upright, stretching his limbs with an expression of mild annoyance. The words that leaked out of his mouth were as dry as the desert that was undoubtedly within a few miles of the undisclosed location.
“Ah, Master, you aren’t gonna clean this up? I thought it was bad manners or something to not leave a room how you found it.”
“That is why I have paid my damage deposit in cash. Now let’s make haste, I would like to book passage on the same train as my cargo. Now follow along, I hope that you can drive. I must also assume that you will be requiring a suitable uniform for your role as a servant.”
With that spoken, he opened the door and strode out into the hallway, one hand running almost absently along the wall as he counted the steps to the rear exit where the rental car, also paid for with cash, waited.
The man who had been called ‘Regulus’ sighed, staring glumly at the absolutely ruined hotel room with a disapproving glare. ‘Suitable uniform, his master said. Now where was he gonna get that? It wasn’t like it was just gonna drop into his newly formed la-’
His musings were interrupted by a gasp from the door, a young woman wearing an outfit of the cleaning staff staring with mute horror at the horrible sight before her. She stumbled backwards as Regulus’ face split into a grin for the first time since he’d been summoned, showing far too many teeth than should have fit inside his averagely positioned mouth. He spoke too soon. Perhaps today was his lucky day.
A few minutes later he tromped down to the car, wearing an ill-fitted green dress and apron.
Noticing the difference in gait and the general aura of smugness, Charlie frowned deeply, his eyebrows knitting together above his sunglasses. His jaw clenched as he bit back what might have been some very creative Swedish.
“No, No, definitely not.”
Just short of an hour later, Charlie and Regulus cat in a private room on board of a train car. With his hands folded neatly in his lap, the master listened to an audiobook on his phone. He appeared to be sleeping with the exception of the minute movement of his head towards any sound deemed to be out of place.
Opposite the blind man, the newly summoned servant slumped moodily against his seat, shifting uncomfortably every so often as the newly pressed fabric of the impeccable suit he had been issued dug into his skin. An occasional grumble made it past the wall of silence that separated the two.
Regulus had been loathe to give up the dress, spitting bitter venom about the restricting qualities of the pants even when he was being fitted in the short time the duo had before the train had left. His dry skin wasn’t made for the rough fabric.
It chafed.
An arched eyebrow was the only change in expression from Charlie. He pulled an earbud out of his ear and tilted his head slightly.
“Perhaps a silk shirt might have been a better choice… and maybe a skirt.”
The Beast’s head snapped up at the mention of his forced choice of clothing, his untrimmed hair covering the piercing eyes that glared daggers at the Swedish man before him.
“Yes, I said that I liked the dress. But apparently that’s not suitable, so here we are.”
“That dress was not suitable in the least. We are professionals with a job to do and such attire may only make it more difficult.”
“Fine! Hopefully the aggravating land that requires so much travel to get to will have at least some semblance of said ‘attire’.”
There was a momentary pause as Regulus considered the possibilities.
“Master, do you think that they’ll have the skirt in black?”
“Regulus, I do not think that an outcome will be expected. I deal in certainties. They Will have the skirt in black, We Will be reaching our destination shortly and I Will win this Holy Grail War.”
A new Master has entered
Lord walked through the market, ignoring the cacophony of noise. His walking stick in one hand tapped out a cadence as a wax sealed package wrapped in string hung from the fingers of his other hand. It was a fine day to be out and it showed in the smile on his face. A beautiful as the day was, Lord was sure that the evening would be even better, a perfect evening to settle things with the business associate that had been cheating him for the better part of a month.The cheating itself wasn't a problem, he'd had suspicions and considered it a cost of doing business.
The problem with the whole situation arose when Jeremiah hired men to have him killed. This was a mistake, seeing that Lord had most of Jeremiahs enforcers under his control. They came to him and were duly rewarded. It was now soon to be time to meet with Jeremiah, proceeding with the deal as if it were a normal transaction.
Tucking the walking stick up under his arm, Lord grabbed an apple from a stand and dropped a coin onto the counter. Dodging a cart laden with furniture to be delivered, he took a bite of the fruit and walked on.
The problem with the whole situation arose when Jeremiah hired men to have him killed. This was a mistake, seeing that Lord had most of Jeremiahs enforcers under his control. They came to him and were duly rewarded. It was now soon to be time to meet with Jeremiah, proceeding with the deal as if it were a normal transaction.
Tucking the walking stick up under his arm, Lord grabbed an apple from a stand and dropped a coin onto the counter. Dodging a cart laden with furniture to be delivered, he took a bite of the fruit and walked on.
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VitaVitaAR said
Okay, um... first off, you need to use the bio format. Those are headers.You also need to figure out what she actually is.... I also don't actually know what you mean by "peach and cream skintone". And... if you have a backstory in mind but aren't making it clear you need to PM it to the GM's.On a different note, this might be starting kind of soon!
Soon?
Tonight?
I look forward to it.
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