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TheMinorFall
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STATUS: To those who would be interested, I’ve not been on here because I’m trying to establish a role playing server on discord. If you’d like to join me there, my discord is Kai#2189 send me a message! 9 yrs ago
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To those who would be interested, I’ve not been on here because I’m trying to establish a role playing server on discord. If you’d like to join me there, my discord is Kai#2189 send me a message!
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If you fight monsters for too long, you become one.
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Sorry for being absent as of late. But I will be returning in a few days to rp again! See you all then ;P
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As a role player, I like to play my characters in a way that enthralls others. If I can make people care about my character and what happens to him/her, then I feel I have succeeded. My play style is very much about having fun, but its also about challenging others to make choices and grow their characters.
I am a military member without many ways to outlet the stress of life, so I come to role playing to get away and get lost in the worlds we create. I love to write and I have been doing it for years. I'm not afraid to hop into a super serious, super in-depth thread, nor am I afraid to take part in your typical high school RP. If it interests me, I want to jump in and start driving the story.
I am a military member without many ways to outlet the stress of life, so I come to role playing to get away and get lost in the worlds we create. I love to write and I have been doing it for years. I'm not afraid to hop into a super serious, super in-depth thread, nor am I afraid to take part in your typical high school RP. If it interests me, I want to jump in and start driving the story.
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Roger that. Moving on...
Interesting, a neutral zone? Perhaps the humanoids had come farther than anticipated. He followed the girl and her friend with purpose. All the while being tailed by his team, who was out of sight and range of an average perceptive chakra user.
The tingle was interesting, he could feel his chakras being suppressed. Someone powerful had to have cast the ward. He accepted it, for the time being.
The comment about picking a fight.. It actually made him smile, as if he couldn't handle anything these humanoids could dish out. He was respectful, though. Nodding back to her. She was clearly at an age where she felt the need to be the one in control. He would allow that too. Experience taught him that an angry woman was always a bad day, especially a teenage one.
He gave the comical man his order, Jim Beam Maple, and listened to Amuné. "That is correct, and I work for you. I work for Curly. I work for every living being that advocates peace. Peace that is disturbed by an unusual interest that Kabuto has for you. I'll tell you who I report, when and if you cooperate. You see, demons like old Raza back there are just pawns. There will be more, and those will be more powerful. You might see them coming, but you aren't the only one with sight. And even you can't see everything clearly." With the last bit, a little concern managed to escape its way from his mind to his face.
Inside his mind was another story. Why don't we just make her go? Why give her a choice? She is young she is stubborn sheisarrogantshewillnotlistensheseesNOTHING
Mentally, Tsitua replied to the fire that was growing within his chakra heart, Silence Coodaudu, I will handle this.
The fire remained heightened, but Tsitua was totally common. Being angry and yet completely calm. Thus was the curse of being a shell for two souls.
@shylarah
The tingle was interesting, he could feel his chakras being suppressed. Someone powerful had to have cast the ward. He accepted it, for the time being.
The comment about picking a fight.. It actually made him smile, as if he couldn't handle anything these humanoids could dish out. He was respectful, though. Nodding back to her. She was clearly at an age where she felt the need to be the one in control. He would allow that too. Experience taught him that an angry woman was always a bad day, especially a teenage one.
He gave the comical man his order, Jim Beam Maple, and listened to Amuné. "That is correct, and I work for you. I work for Curly. I work for every living being that advocates peace. Peace that is disturbed by an unusual interest that Kabuto has for you. I'll tell you who I report, when and if you cooperate. You see, demons like old Raza back there are just pawns. There will be more, and those will be more powerful. You might see them coming, but you aren't the only one with sight. And even you can't see everything clearly." With the last bit, a little concern managed to escape its way from his mind to his face.
Inside his mind was another story. Why don't we just make her go? Why give her a choice? She is young she is stubborn sheisarrogantshewillnotlistensheseesNOTHING
Mentally, Tsitua replied to the fire that was growing within his chakra heart, Silence Coodaudu, I will handle this.
The fire remained heightened, but Tsitua was totally common. Being angry and yet completely calm. Thus was the curse of being a shell for two souls.
@shylarah
Is this before or after Amuné Nalta Wölfe?
@shylarahOrion couldn't hold it in anymore, he bit into the demon's neck, swallowing the flesh whole before, darting away with his carcass.
Tsitua never wavered, gazing seriously into Amune's eyes. This was obviously not the first time someone had come for her, and probably wouldn't be the last.
"Fair enough. I'm interested to know why exactly Kabuto's sect is after you." He said simply. His face was insistent. Unamused, as if what had just happened was nothing more than an obstacle to be simply pushed aside. It was clear that he was uninterested in her concerns and demands. He was all business. "
"Demon killing is my business, and with the Kabuto Sect flocking to you like they are, I need to know why." He insisted. His primary objective was to find the source of the demonic gathering. Gathering Amuné as a possible recruit was secondary at best. Still, there was something about her he liked, not just her curse. He would allow her to decide or prove herself. "Quickly, before more of them show up and make a mess of your school."
Tsitua never wavered, gazing seriously into Amune's eyes. This was obviously not the first time someone had come for her, and probably wouldn't be the last.
"Fair enough. I'm interested to know why exactly Kabuto's sect is after you." He said simply. His face was insistent. Unamused, as if what had just happened was nothing more than an obstacle to be simply pushed aside. It was clear that he was uninterested in her concerns and demands. He was all business. "
"Demon killing is my business, and with the Kabuto Sect flocking to you like they are, I need to know why." He insisted. His primary objective was to find the source of the demonic gathering. Gathering Amuné as a possible recruit was secondary at best. Still, there was something about her he liked, not just her curse. He would allow her to decide or prove herself. "Quickly, before more of them show up and make a mess of your school."
Tense. Posture. Probable weapon. Small? Definitely hand size. She was a teenager, so likely not a small gun. She was clearly detached for the most part from society. It was a knife. The boy was clueless though. Definitely the weaker one... No, he was unsure. Full of self doubt. His position and demeanor made that clear, but he was defensive now. Was he a brother? He would have to be adopted, either in family or by choice. Either way he trusted her. Tsitua liked that. Leadership qualities were useful.
Amidst his half-second deductive session, Tsitua's entire body language changed. The show was over. He went from relaxed, to standing tall. His brow furrowed just slightly and his smile straightened to a hard line. He tongued his lip ring as he thought to himself. How was he going to win over a reclusive, defensive Seer? He mentally sighed. Now emitting his usual air of authority, Tsitua pinged his team. They all pinged back green lights, except one.
Tsitua expanded his sensory chakras. He felt it, and it was drawing near.
"Draw your knife if it makes you feel better." He said. As he spoke, the area seemed eerily clear of people, and footsteps of heavy boots were approaching from be hind him. He already knew this one. It's name was Raza, a shifter demon. Very tricky, but low in class. Child's play, "But your safety is my main concern."
Raza was right behind Tsitua, it looked like a normal, goth student with long, black hair and everything. As it stood there, it's naturally char-black skin began to show, as well as its hellish, yellow eyes. It shifted its hand into a blade-like bone formation and impaled Tsitua from behind. The man showed no sign of pain or distress. He simply said one word without breaking eye contact with the girl.
"Orion." He said.
There was a blur of speed. The demon was firmly in the grasp of a Rinkaku Kagune: red, tentacular appendages, almost crystalline, yet organic and liquid-like. Orion, the white-haired ghoul stood to the side of the demon, glaring at it and baring his teeth like an animal. Tsitua stepped forward, off the blade, then fell into a pile of ash. The real Tsitua, who looked identical to his ash clone, was standing behind the girl, he leaned forward, resting his hands on the backing of the bench on either side of the girl.
"So, Amuné. Want to get lunch, or watch a ghoul have his?"
Orion was salivating, but managed a quick glance at the Amuné. The demon tried to struggle, but Orion's attention returned. @shylarah
Amidst his half-second deductive session, Tsitua's entire body language changed. The show was over. He went from relaxed, to standing tall. His brow furrowed just slightly and his smile straightened to a hard line. He tongued his lip ring as he thought to himself. How was he going to win over a reclusive, defensive Seer? He mentally sighed. Now emitting his usual air of authority, Tsitua pinged his team. They all pinged back green lights, except one.
Tsitua expanded his sensory chakras. He felt it, and it was drawing near.
"Draw your knife if it makes you feel better." He said. As he spoke, the area seemed eerily clear of people, and footsteps of heavy boots were approaching from be hind him. He already knew this one. It's name was Raza, a shifter demon. Very tricky, but low in class. Child's play, "But your safety is my main concern."
Raza was right behind Tsitua, it looked like a normal, goth student with long, black hair and everything. As it stood there, it's naturally char-black skin began to show, as well as its hellish, yellow eyes. It shifted its hand into a blade-like bone formation and impaled Tsitua from behind. The man showed no sign of pain or distress. He simply said one word without breaking eye contact with the girl.
"Orion." He said.
There was a blur of speed. The demon was firmly in the grasp of a Rinkaku Kagune: red, tentacular appendages, almost crystalline, yet organic and liquid-like. Orion, the white-haired ghoul stood to the side of the demon, glaring at it and baring his teeth like an animal. Tsitua stepped forward, off the blade, then fell into a pile of ash. The real Tsitua, who looked identical to his ash clone, was standing behind the girl, he leaned forward, resting his hands on the backing of the bench on either side of the girl.
"So, Amuné. Want to get lunch, or watch a ghoul have his?"
Orion was salivating, but managed a quick glance at the Amuné. The demon tried to struggle, but Orion's attention returned. @shylarah
The day was gone, and Akaan was satisfied with the state of the Ketch. He found his way to a modest room in an evident barracks, and went to sleep. But a striker sleeps lightly. He heard the footsteps, and was up in a flash, his Jabberhäkke leveled as he moved toward the door. It was footsteps, light ones. It could have been anything. A drug maybe? Perhaps there were shafts or corridors they had missed. He moved out of the room, wearing only compression shorts, with his pistol ready.
Following sounds and shadows with a reasonable distance, he came to a rather impressive living quarters he was about to go in, when he heard a pair of boots hitting the floor. He ducked behind a salvage bin and waited for the sound to draw nearer.
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Nora lay on her side, gazing at the wall in front of her. She was thinking about Akaan. He was everything to her. She couldn't help it. He was strong and confident, yet caring and delicate in his own Titan kind of way. She had always been jealous of Pira, even in death, that warlock was the love of Akaan's life. That made Nora feel like just the background of his life. She was a blur, where Pira had been like crystal.
With a heavy sigh, Nora pulled up the thick banner she was using as a blanket and gripped the knife under her pillow as she tried to calm her mind enough to sleep.
Following sounds and shadows with a reasonable distance, he came to a rather impressive living quarters he was about to go in, when he heard a pair of boots hitting the floor. He ducked behind a salvage bin and waited for the sound to draw nearer.
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Nora lay on her side, gazing at the wall in front of her. She was thinking about Akaan. He was everything to her. She couldn't help it. He was strong and confident, yet caring and delicate in his own Titan kind of way. She had always been jealous of Pira, even in death, that warlock was the love of Akaan's life. That made Nora feel like just the background of his life. She was a blur, where Pira had been like crystal.
With a heavy sigh, Nora pulled up the thick banner she was using as a blanket and gripped the knife under her pillow as she tried to calm her mind enough to sleep.
Tsitua smiled warmly and chuckled at their companionship. "I have to admit, I don't know the area at all." He gave her a meaningful look. That was the only way it could be described. He could tell she knew something, even if neither of them had a clue what it was. With that look, it was like he was saying we are on the same page.
After the moment passed, he stood and stretched almost dramatically. "I suppose I'll figure it out though." He took out a single cigarrette from his pocket, and stuck it between his teeth with a smile still on his face. With his hand relaxed at he side, he snapped his fingers. A blue spark lit the end of the stoag and he took the first draw.
He let the smoke out, asking, "You guys hungry? I'll buy." He gave the girl another meaningful look, and awaited an answer. @shylarah
After the moment passed, he stood and stretched almost dramatically. "I suppose I'll figure it out though." He took out a single cigarrette from his pocket, and stuck it between his teeth with a smile still on his face. With his hand relaxed at he side, he snapped his fingers. A blue spark lit the end of the stoag and he took the first draw.
He let the smoke out, asking, "You guys hungry? I'll buy." He gave the girl another meaningful look, and awaited an answer. @shylarah
Tsitua took a deep, nostalgic breath. There was nothing quite like the air in this place. It was so sweet and clean, and reminded him of easier times. All the students scurrying about their daily tasks, completely oblivious of anything else, gave him both a sense of hope and of worry. What would they do if things got out of control. There was enough ambient energy that anything could happen. At least, for the time being, he was there.
He sauntered down a path of concrete to a bench. There were already people there, but there was enough room for one more. He sat on the opposite side of the girl to the boy. They were so young, it was almost comical to him.
She was pretty too, in a sort of reserved way, but there was something deeper. He hoped he was correct this time. The last three people he had spoken to didn't make the cut, and time was running out.
Tsitua was easy on the eyes, not just for women, by in general. He had heroic features and was muscled in figure, but his demeanor was soft and inviting. There were three scars on his face in a diagonal line, showing some kind of experience, and monochromia in his eyes. One was sapphire, and the other was hazel.
He was dressed appropriately, but it was uncomfortable. He liked his suit. He tried to adjust his graphic tank and tan joggers, but they simply didn't feel right. He gave up on them, smoothing his long, light brown hair back. And tying it loosely. The sides of his head were shaved. Apparently, the hairstyle that signified his position with his subordinates was a bit of a fad around the area.
Suddenly, as if it had just come to mind, which it had not, he looked to the girl and spoke, "What's a good place to eat around here?" He asked.
@shylarah
He sauntered down a path of concrete to a bench. There were already people there, but there was enough room for one more. He sat on the opposite side of the girl to the boy. They were so young, it was almost comical to him.
She was pretty too, in a sort of reserved way, but there was something deeper. He hoped he was correct this time. The last three people he had spoken to didn't make the cut, and time was running out.
Tsitua was easy on the eyes, not just for women, by in general. He had heroic features and was muscled in figure, but his demeanor was soft and inviting. There were three scars on his face in a diagonal line, showing some kind of experience, and monochromia in his eyes. One was sapphire, and the other was hazel.
He was dressed appropriately, but it was uncomfortable. He liked his suit. He tried to adjust his graphic tank and tan joggers, but they simply didn't feel right. He gave up on them, smoothing his long, light brown hair back. And tying it loosely. The sides of his head were shaved. Apparently, the hairstyle that signified his position with his subordinates was a bit of a fad around the area.
Suddenly, as if it had just come to mind, which it had not, he looked to the girl and spoke, "What's a good place to eat around here?" He asked.
@shylarah
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