thewizardguy
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Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
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No character sheet? interesting. My first time playing without one, seems like fun.
Jack was bored. He snarled, and kicked the chair in front of him to the ground. He'd been stuck in this place for ages. The ale was bland, the bread stale, and even the air seemed to bear the stink of boredom. The waiter trambled, as he approached Jack's table. Without a word, Jack's glass was filled with the best ale in the house - which wasn't very good. Jack sighed, as he took his glass, and took a swig. It was as bland as boring as he'd expected in this bland and boring little hamlet in the boring little field with it's boring little people.
Jack didn't like small places. This was ironic, seeing as how he was quite small, standing up to the chest of most men. His diminutive size aside, however, he was an intimidating man. He wore a plain white tunic with slight half-cleaned blood spatters, a bright red cape, and a belt of fine leather, from which hung two long daggers. His boots were of the same fine leather as his belt, one of them containing an extra knife. His face and hands were covered in scars from a variety of weapons, as if he'd run naked through an armory, or gotten on the bad side of a small army. The scariest thing about Jack, however, were his eyes. They were the eyes of a killer. Eyes that darted around the room, only to settle on you for an unsettlingly long time, sometimes staring into thin air for no apparent reason. They were the eyes of a man who would stab you in the gut, and not even blink, before trying to get the blood out of his shirt.
Jack had been called here by the owner of the house. The man had told Jack of a group of bandits nearby, and Jack, being his usual heroic self, had jumped on the opportunity to wipe out a group of evildoers such as that. He'd travelled miles, through snow and rain, honing his dagger, ready for the taste of blood. Bards would sing tales of his heroism, and he'd have some great material for his next book. Perhaps he'd finally become the famous hero he'd hoped to become. However, when he'd arrived, the bandits had moved on. Apparently, one of the villagers had boasted that they'd called on a killer to deal with the bandits, and the bandits had done the smart thing. Jack had not been amused.
Sighing, Jack stood up. He'd waited for three days already for the bandits to return. Not only that, but the villagers had refused to pay him. He'd had to stab two of them just to get them to give him his money. This had been a bad week for Jack. However, a smile was slowly creeping across his face. Jack had certain instincts. An instinct for adventure. An instinct for danger. And an instinct for murder. Right now, he knew something was going to happen. It was a kind of tension, like the gods were on the edge of their seats, watching the spectacle of life unfold below them. Jack wasn't planning on missing out.
Jack sttod up without a word, the villagers around him fearfully moving out of the way, as he made his way to the door. He retrieved a wide-brimmed red hat from the stand, a white feather portruding from it artfully. He opened the door, breathing in the air, which was filled with excitement, as he walked out into the sunlight. It was time for a walk in the woods, thought Jack to himself.
Jack didn't like small places. This was ironic, seeing as how he was quite small, standing up to the chest of most men. His diminutive size aside, however, he was an intimidating man. He wore a plain white tunic with slight half-cleaned blood spatters, a bright red cape, and a belt of fine leather, from which hung two long daggers. His boots were of the same fine leather as his belt, one of them containing an extra knife. His face and hands were covered in scars from a variety of weapons, as if he'd run naked through an armory, or gotten on the bad side of a small army. The scariest thing about Jack, however, were his eyes. They were the eyes of a killer. Eyes that darted around the room, only to settle on you for an unsettlingly long time, sometimes staring into thin air for no apparent reason. They were the eyes of a man who would stab you in the gut, and not even blink, before trying to get the blood out of his shirt.
Jack had been called here by the owner of the house. The man had told Jack of a group of bandits nearby, and Jack, being his usual heroic self, had jumped on the opportunity to wipe out a group of evildoers such as that. He'd travelled miles, through snow and rain, honing his dagger, ready for the taste of blood. Bards would sing tales of his heroism, and he'd have some great material for his next book. Perhaps he'd finally become the famous hero he'd hoped to become. However, when he'd arrived, the bandits had moved on. Apparently, one of the villagers had boasted that they'd called on a killer to deal with the bandits, and the bandits had done the smart thing. Jack had not been amused.
Sighing, Jack stood up. He'd waited for three days already for the bandits to return. Not only that, but the villagers had refused to pay him. He'd had to stab two of them just to get them to give him his money. This had been a bad week for Jack. However, a smile was slowly creeping across his face. Jack had certain instincts. An instinct for adventure. An instinct for danger. And an instinct for murder. Right now, he knew something was going to happen. It was a kind of tension, like the gods were on the edge of their seats, watching the spectacle of life unfold below them. Jack wasn't planning on missing out.
Jack sttod up without a word, the villagers around him fearfully moving out of the way, as he made his way to the door. He retrieved a wide-brimmed red hat from the stand, a white feather portruding from it artfully. He opened the door, breathing in the air, which was filled with excitement, as he walked out into the sunlight. It was time for a walk in the woods, thought Jack to himself.
anyone on? Anyone at all?
Kami frowned. Even in his power high, he could see that the villain wasn't the one causing the explosions. They could be pretimed bombs with a prerecorded message, modified to change the voice, but even Kami could see this was a stretch. He hesitated. He could blast the villain right here and now. He was quite confident that he would win in a fight. He was the main character, after all. However, it might take some time, allowing the other villain to escape. Kami didn't know if he had enough time to go after both of them, so he'd have to straighten out his priorities. Either go after the villain in front of him, or wipe out the explosives user.
"I am Kami." He said, as he powered down again. He hated relinquishing the feeling of power he'd gotten, but whoever this villain was, he appeared to be small game. He wasn't really doing any damage, and didn't look like he had some evil scheme to take over the world. If he became a problem later, Kami could always defeat him then. In the meantime, he'd have to destroy whoever was planting those bombs. Hopefully, they'd provide a challenge. He'd been looking forward to a good fight since the day he gained these powers, and as of yet this fight had evaded him.
Without another word, Kami zapped away, appearing at the scene of the crime. He floated above the destruction. Obviously an act of villainy. Looking at the crumbling remains of the building, Kami smiled, thinking of how heroic the hero would be that defeated the villain who caused this. This would be a good fight. He opened his senses once more, projecting his electronic field over the area. Once more, he could feel the movements of those around him, his senses spreading, as he gathered power to him. He monitored every being near his position, feeling their movements, monitoring their every move. He ignored the citizens, who were obviously panicking, trapped or fleeing from the flames. They didn't interest him. Instead, he focussed on the electric signals through their hearts. Most of them were beating like drums, and he filtered those out. It was only a matter of time before he found the one person that would be calm in all this chaos: The perpetrator.
"I am Kami." He said, as he powered down again. He hated relinquishing the feeling of power he'd gotten, but whoever this villain was, he appeared to be small game. He wasn't really doing any damage, and didn't look like he had some evil scheme to take over the world. If he became a problem later, Kami could always defeat him then. In the meantime, he'd have to destroy whoever was planting those bombs. Hopefully, they'd provide a challenge. He'd been looking forward to a good fight since the day he gained these powers, and as of yet this fight had evaded him.
Without another word, Kami zapped away, appearing at the scene of the crime. He floated above the destruction. Obviously an act of villainy. Looking at the crumbling remains of the building, Kami smiled, thinking of how heroic the hero would be that defeated the villain who caused this. This would be a good fight. He opened his senses once more, projecting his electronic field over the area. Once more, he could feel the movements of those around him, his senses spreading, as he gathered power to him. He monitored every being near his position, feeling their movements, monitoring their every move. He ignored the citizens, who were obviously panicking, trapped or fleeing from the flames. They didn't interest him. Instead, he focussed on the electric signals through their hearts. Most of them were beating like drums, and he filtered those out. It was only a matter of time before he found the one person that would be calm in all this chaos: The perpetrator.
Everyone except me and spirit is dead )=
Mine is the standard. Which is a unicorn for some reason......
Paris? Awesome! Did you eat crossiont? I don't even know if I spelled that wright!
Screw homework!
Paris? Awesome! Did you eat crossiont? I don't even know if I spelled that wright!
Screw homework!
Mine is the standard. Which is a unicorn for some reason......
Paris? Awesome! Did you eat crossiont? I don't even know if I spelled that wright!
Screw homework!
Paris? Awesome! Did you eat crossiont? I don't even know if I spelled that wright!
Screw homework!
Tiny, why did you die? I feel hurt now ;_;
We all missed you ^^
You're pretty much the most sane person here (Although that really doesn't say a lot) and you're awesome, and I'm glad you're back (=
You're pretty much the most sane person here (Although that really doesn't say a lot) and you're awesome, and I'm glad you're back (=
Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing the coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeents.
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