TheHangedMan

Dragon Age: Just spitballing some ideas

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Execute Alistair, keep Loghain, have sex with Morrigan, defile the Urn, kill Lelianna, kill Connor, leave Sten at Lothering, kill Zevran after the first assassination attempt, keep the dog.

How to succeed at Dragon Age 101.

The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

@Wick Had to edit in response to your edit xD

The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

Felix Standfield

"I'll be the first to admit, you certainly attract all kinds, 'my lady'," Felix's voice resounded through the empty gym. He stood leaning on the entrance, a large and bulky back pack hanging off his shoulder. He'd been gone for near the whole week, and it was only now he returned. "Though I admittedly, he's the first one to be so openly mental. The rest of us are more low-key about it."

With the same easy going grin, the young man strode towards her, lifting the backpack like it was nothing. "Sorry I didn't greet you a week ago, there with Jenna, I was busy sorting a few things out. Anyway, while you were out, I did some scavenging of my own. Nothing to impressive, mostly food and water, though I did get a hand on a couple of flashlights in working condition. I've got stuff that's actually impressive, but I've kept those in reserve, hope you don't mind."

He set the bag down to the side and sat down next to her.

"You know, I wouldn't recommend pushing yourself too hard after just barely recovering," he said eyeing her discarded bandages. "It's a lot easier to hurt yourself, after all."

Felix waited for a moment, letting her catch her breath. He needed to discuss something with her, something important. The group was getting bigger, to the point that calling it a group was an understatement. Slowly but surely they were becoming a community, and that meant the rules of the game changed. With Nikki's recent additions, it became clear to him that it was time to underline these rules.

"I wonder if you realize it yet, but for most of us here, you're the leader," he began. "They've put their lives into your hands. So I've got to wonder: do you have an overall goal? Things can't stay the way they are, not with how fast our group is growing, and if you want to keep us all in line, we're going to need a goal."

Well, to specific, they were going to need a goal. Felix was enjoying his role as an observer, and occasional participant, but he was not a solid part of their group. In a way, he was like Vincent, only . . .

Felix got up and stretched. He shot Nikki a wide grin, before saying: "Ah, but to hell with it, I trust you'll know what to do."

As walked out the door, he gave her one last piece of advice.

"Be careful around Vincent and his group. They're hiding some very nasty skeletons in the closest."

They weren't aware, but he was there as a witness. Since the first day he had suspected Vincent to have a hand in the underworld. It was in his attitude; Felix used to be an assassin, he knew someone who was part of the Game, someone as involved as Vincent was could barely hide it, and barely wasn't good enough to escape Felix. Remaining hidden while he spied on their little reunion was also child's-play, so at last, he had something to confirm his suspicions.

So he knew. He knew who he killed and why, and he knew where the body was. But as of now, they've done nothing, and as the leader it was Nikki's job to keep them in line. He wanted to see how well she did by it.

Anyway, on to the next order of business . . .

"Hey Jenna, just the girl I wanted to see," he called over with a friendly wave.


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Go through the Alphabet before someone posts a My Little Pony Picture

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Academy of Noble Arms

Guerrero Street. The site of the latest bombing. Police swarmed the area, alongside specialists in suits that were definitely not normal law enforcement. Cars were thrown to the side and the pavement was charred pitch black. The scorch marks on the ground were . . . wrong. The pavement was melted in a straight line, with no indication of where it began and where it ended. Rather than an explosion, it looked more akin to a surge of extremely hot air passing through. Like the burst of heat following a nuclear explosion.

Traffic, as expected, was thick and slow moving, caused in part by incompetence, but largely due to the scope of destruction on the road. It was simply unusable in the state it was it. The pavement had warped badly, and nearby cars had similarly melted right into it. More importantly, officials advised civilians not to come to close . . . and for the media not to provide any coverage at the moment.

For Reinhardt at the roofs, the reason would be clear -- the bodies of victims caught in the blast radius were horribly charred, and their bodies had melded with whatever they had come into contact with during the blast.

This was not a scene they wanted televised, at all. It was the stuff of nightmares.

---

Several establishments closed down due to recent events, however, there were still several businesses that were willing to keep open in spite of it all. Noble Arm workshops tended to fall into that category often, largely because they were impressively well protected -- if not by themselves, then from their patrons.

The one referenced by the instructor earlier that day was likewise up and running, though with fewer patrons than usual. Understandable, given the circumstance. It was located two streets away from the site of the bombing, and it was moderately sized, enough for some of the more explosive Noble Army types to have some room to practice, provided with certain limitations, of course.

Currently, there were only ten people inside the two storey building, meaning that there was quite a lot of space. A sparring session was in progress between two lean men, though apparently none had brought out their Noble Arm.

Academy of Noble Arms

The instructor grunted and looked at his watch for a few seconds. His mouth mimicked counting down slowly. Five, four, three, two, one . . .

A loud whistle blew through the air, and students halted in their tracks.

The twins confronting Pablo and Luis froze as they suddenly launched themselves at them, and skittered back several times in fear, before freezing as the whistle sounded. Sighing in relief, the two smiled at each other and high-fived. "Sorry, big brothers, but it looks like today isn't your lucky day," one twin said cheekily.

The instructor stepped up, and called the students together into five lines. He then further divided them, with one line looking a lot less spirited than others. "Okay, so the teams that got tagged. There'll be a penalty for-"

He paused, abruptly turning his head. A man dressed in military garb approached him.

"Wait, take five you guys," he said, waving off the class. The two spoke in hushed voices, and the instructor grimaced. With a nod of understanding, the instructor gave a sharp salute, and returned to the class.

"Well, guys, looks like classes are going to be cancelled earlier than announced. Effective immediately, all classes are dismissed from today up until tomorrow. Also, students are advised to wait in the school for their guardians to pick them up, if no such guardian is available, you are to take a school bus which will bring straight you home. Do not under any cirumstance continue to loiter outside of the school. Class dismissed, and be safe on the way back."

What he wasn't telling the class; a senator living close by had just been killed. His home was missing a few important documents, specifically, documents relating to a bill regarding A-rank Arms Masters in the Philippines. This, compounded with the recent terrorist bombing, had raised the alert level exponentially. The murdered senator was not an easy person to get to, especially when he had other Arms Masters under his employ.

"We'll continue with the exercise next week," he said.

The class collectively smiled. A scant few would probably follow his advice, seeing it as dull or boring. The issue of the terrorist bombing would practically be a none issue for them -- at most, this was simply them being allotted a day free of classes.

---

After class was dismissed, a more than a few students were dismayed to find that they were not allowed to be let out of the school unless they were being fetched. Others chose to wait for there drivers, while others spent some time playing basketball in the courtyard, and in general just loitering about, where they could.

The lights inside of Stadium Three was open, and it so were the schools gyms.

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The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

@Wick Sorry for the lack of response. I've just had a showcase performance lately, so I've not had much free time. I'm clear now though, so I'll be able to pick up by tomorrow!

Academy of Noble Arms

REGULAR SCHEDULE RESUMES TOMORROW~!

Sorry for the delay everyone, but my showcase is done, and I've got a lot of free time! Expect a post up by tomorrow!

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Phoebe Hyperion

The flowers were hers, and that was all she needed to know. Everything else that came afterwards was processed through a veil; she understood them well enough, but it was not a matter of importance to her anymore. For Mary's spiel, she simply offered limp, courtesy nods, and didn't so much as blink as the vines wrapped around her. She was not going to fight her, she did not need to and did not want to as much as she did for Goldas.

Goldas apology and subtle warning fell on deaf ears. He presumed much, but knew little about her, and there was nothing wrong with that. Maybe she even preferred it that way, though she would never really know; she didn't have the time to make sure if she did. Also, being close to him would probably just mean more disturbances. She would rather avoid that.

With him gone and with the flowers she needed in hand, Phoebe looked at Mary and gave a small nod of thanks. She probably wasn't going to get her fight today, which would be a slight disappointment for her, she was sure.

"Sun Chariot," murmured Phoebe, and for a very brief moment, her own intense magical power leaked out, before she vanished in a wink of light, leaving Mary alone once again.

Less than a second later, she reappeared to the side of Koe. She looked around to confirm her whereabouts, before nodding in satisfaction. Turning slowly, she gave Koe a curt nod, before noticing he was in the middle of a conversation. She turned around, to let them continue and looked about. Alcohol, preferably wine, was what she was looking for. This was where most of the Festival-goers were going for drinks, so she could probably find what she needed easily.

Then, she paused, and reached into her satchel. Rummaging through it, she found her lacrimas, some jerky, and nothing else. Like her wallet. She stared at the good-as-empty bag for a moment before soundlessly letting it go. She wondered where she left it . . . then she realized that she had taken it out in anticipation for the bouquet of flowers she now held in her hand, which meant her wallet was most likely . . .

Back at Mary's booth, a single, brown leather wallet lay forgotten and sad.

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Faces In The Shadows [A Fun And Child-Friendly Magical Girl RP]

The one in purple, Cleo, blinked before abashedly scratching the back of her head. "Ahaha, right, it's been so long since I've been to an Awakening that I forgot about the naked part. Er, sorry but we didn't bring a change of clothes. You guys kinda showed up on short notice."

Tia, the girl dressed in orange, approached the group. Only now was it apparent that her hands were hidden under huge, glowing gauntlets. She looked at them, her eyes surveying each, and her mouth moved wordlessly. Nodding, she turned to the taciturn girl clad in green. "About five in total, and three of them ate. Not bad, don't you think?"

In response, Renfred nodded. "I suppose explanations are in order, however, this is not the place for it. Also, we're missing someo-"

In a strange repeat of their own entrance, an azure bolt of light crackled down into their midst. Crouching in the center of the small crater formed by her arrival, was the girl dressed in blue, the one who had rescued them earlier. In her hands once again was her spear, though she was more bruised and cut that she was when she had first appeared. Still, her face only looked mildly disgruntled.

"So, can someone care to explain to me why I was alone?" she growled. Her head shot to Cleo and she glared at the girl intensely. "Well, Cleo?"

"Uh, eh, well, you know, I was just, uh-" the other girl stammered. The azure girl glowered all the more, and Cleo grew increasingly more flustered.

Sighing, Renfred placed a hand on the girls shoulder. "Delia, we don't have time for this." Her hand thumb jerked out towards the girls, and Delia stared at them for a moment, before nodding. Cleo sighed in relief, until once again she was shot a glare, this time by Renfred. "Needless to say, Cleo, we will have a discussion about this later. Understood?"

Nodding in resignation, Cleo gave a sigh of defeat, before dragging herself to Tia's side.

"There there Cleo," consoled the other girl half-heartedly, as she withheld laughing at her friends expense.

"Since we're all here, I guess that means we can leave now, right?" said Delia. Her spear suddenly dissolved into motes of blue light, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes, though we should bring these girls with us for the time being. They'll need an explanation . . . and some time to think, I assume."

"So, who's place are crashing in?" asked Cleo.

Delia raised her hand lazily. "Mine. It's the only one with enough space for you all. Seriously, you'd think after fifty years you guys'd get better housing."

"Well excuuuseme princess, not all of us were born rich and with nice, big, opulent, completely necessary, totally extravagant, mansions-that-are-pretty-much-castles!"

Renfred snorted. "I keep to my apartment out personal choice, what's your excuse Cleo?"

"Tiaaaa they're bullying me!"

"It's okay to suck with money Cleo, not everyone can be responsible. So long as you admit you are!" replied Tia cheerfully. Cleo whined some more, and Renfred pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Girls we are wasting time," cut in Delia, rolling her eyes at Cleo's antics, she faced the other girls, and pointed fingers at Shakti, Katerina, and Winnie, "you girls, but especially you three, I trust you can behave yourselves."

It wasn't a question, it was statement, a statement that promised bad things should it be proven wrong. Without waiting for a response, Delia closed her eyes, and slammed her hand on the ground, hard. The ground shook violently, and the sound of thunder rolled through the air. Beneath Delia, the ground opened up to a black, lightless hole. The girl fell into it instantly, with Renfred and Tia following suit. Cleo stayed behind and gestured for the other girls to jump in.

Falling inside it was like swimming through black quicksand. There was no sight, no sound, and it felt like forever would come before you were out, but eventually, light returned, and you now found yourselves somewhere very different from the dying and black hellscape you were in previously.

Now, you were surrounded on all sides by lush green foliage. High stone walls were covered by long and green vines with wild grape growing on them, and a distance away, there was a stone mansion, large and demanding attention, with towers and a moat surrounding it.

"Welcome to my garden. Don't touch the roses, though go ahead and help yourselves to a grape if you want."

There stood Delia, no longer clad in her armor, and instead in a pure white dress. Her long brown hair was tied up into a ponytail. She was seated on chair, though she was the only one that was. The other girls surrounded her, except for Tia, who was sitting down on the grass, idly devouring a cluster of grapes.

"Before we begin, I believe introductions are in order."

Renfred nodded slightly. She was dressed in a red sundress, and her wavy dark hair flowed freely down her pale, smooth, shoulders. She wore thin framed glasses. Among the girls, she was perhaps the most beautiful. "Amanita Muse Renfred," she said without preamble.

"Cleo Fabiola, nice to meetcha, and since Renfred won't say it, I recommend you call her by her last name," said Cleo with a grin and a wave. The girl had a natural tan, short cut black hair and an impish face. No longer donning her armor, the girlwas dressed in a striped shirt, black jacket, and shorts.

Dressed in nothing but red harem pants, her skin was darker than Cleo's, and among the group, she looked the youngest, though her exact age was difficult to pinpoint through looks alone. "Irm Tryo Flkwer," her words practically inaudible with her mouth full, Tio swallowed before speaking again, "Ehem, Tio Falwker, and you should really try these grapes, Delia raises the best ones, I swear."

"Yes I do," replied Delia smugly, "I am Delia Juliette le Blanc de la Francoise, though I prefer Delia. I'm the host of this little tea party," she said gesturing to Tio, Renfred, and Cleo. "So, I believe it's your turn, now."

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