Krein said
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Patience, my good friend.
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Patience, my good friend.
GM ain't on yet, and I can't approve your CS, man. You'll have to practise the venerable art of patience.
WizardGirl said
Sounds fun, cause getting drunk sounds like it would FIX kami
Actually, that might be possible. New psychiatric plan: Get Kami shit-faced.
supertinyking said
nope ten.
Still, you should be at school. You have free?
Great..... let's get the two most mentally unstable characters drunk.......
Why are you awake right now? Isn't this, like, 5:00 in the morning for you?
hey!
James carefully placed the spike, twisting it into place. It pierced the bone, holding it in place, as he put down his tongues. Delicately, he picked up a needle and thread, as he brought it down on the wound, stitching it closed. In and out, in and out, a simple rythm. James was already preparing. Soon, there would be new students. And many, he knew from experienced, would attempt to prove themselves by joining his class. He had been running short, so it was a good thing. He'd had an Eruka, one of the assistants at the school clear out the Meat Lockers. He'd have fresh samples soon enough.
Placing down the needle, James replaced the bandage around his arm. He'd prepared numerous potions, poisons, traps and training areas over the last couple of weeks, and he intended to use them all. His class was quite Darwinian, although James would not have known who Darwin was. The strong were forged stronger, gaining the hardiness and edge that only a narrow brush with death can bring. The weak became food. Although this tactic had not made James a popular man, that had never been his aim. He forged the toughest warriors he could, and anyone who couldn't make it through his class was better off as food anyway.
Putting on his customary cloak, James stood up from his stool. The ceremony would be going on above, he knew, and he had to show his face at least once. Thus was custom. He was pretty sure if he didn't, one of his students would have the nerve to try and kill him. That wouldn't be good. That could cause disciplinary issues. And James would have to quell those. Which would be great for his rations, but would wreack havoc on his chances of staying at this school.
Opening the trapdoor, James walked into the sunlight. He had no need to shield his eyes, as his pupils were dead. He'd gotten used to the burning pain of direct sunlight. It no longer bothered him. He walked into the crowd, rumors spreading. That was one advantage of being feared. People tended to leave you alone.
James stood in the corner. He had no need to eat. All that as required here was his presence. A certain number of young fools would hear the rumors, and wish to join his class. Some of them would die. And then he'd have supper. It was quite a simple system, thought James, as his mind began to wander.
Placing down the needle, James replaced the bandage around his arm. He'd prepared numerous potions, poisons, traps and training areas over the last couple of weeks, and he intended to use them all. His class was quite Darwinian, although James would not have known who Darwin was. The strong were forged stronger, gaining the hardiness and edge that only a narrow brush with death can bring. The weak became food. Although this tactic had not made James a popular man, that had never been his aim. He forged the toughest warriors he could, and anyone who couldn't make it through his class was better off as food anyway.
Putting on his customary cloak, James stood up from his stool. The ceremony would be going on above, he knew, and he had to show his face at least once. Thus was custom. He was pretty sure if he didn't, one of his students would have the nerve to try and kill him. That wouldn't be good. That could cause disciplinary issues. And James would have to quell those. Which would be great for his rations, but would wreack havoc on his chances of staying at this school.
Opening the trapdoor, James walked into the sunlight. He had no need to shield his eyes, as his pupils were dead. He'd gotten used to the burning pain of direct sunlight. It no longer bothered him. He walked into the crowd, rumors spreading. That was one advantage of being feared. People tended to leave you alone.
James stood in the corner. He had no need to eat. All that as required here was his presence. A certain number of young fools would hear the rumors, and wish to join his class. Some of them would die. And then he'd have supper. It was quite a simple system, thought James, as his mind began to wander.
Kami was floating above the city. His eyes were closed, but he could see. He could see the people, going about their business below. Thousands of them, swarming around like ants, crawling over one another to get where they wanted to go. He could see the machinery, driven to supply whatever luxury one might wish for. He could see them all. Floating above them like this..... he was a god, watching over these mortals. He'd felt that power, the exhileration of having a thousand volts run through your body. He enlarged his senses, feeling the magnetic fields of the Earth. Two poles, and a horde of electric positive energy in the earth. The subtle flickers of static in the clouds, building up to become lightning. He could feel the sun's electromagnetic waves, hitting the ozon layer and dissipating. He floated, and he saw with something greater than eyes. He saw with the eyes of a God.
Floating above the city, Kami gathered energy. From the air. From static. From the thundering clouds, and even, a little bit, from the sun. It crackled through his body, making him shiver with excitement. He focused the energy in his hand. The hand of a god, striking down all those who were unworthy in his eyes. He reached out, and there was a flash, a pulse of light, striking down at the ground faster than any human could follow. And a man died. The rapist fell to the ground, his body covered in burns, his clothing burning from the intense heat, the shocked victim fleeing the scene of the crime. That was right. He was the hero. He had this power, and it was his RESPONISBILITY...... to kill all those who were unworthy.
Smiling, Kami held up his hand once more, energy gathering in his palm. More, this time. Kami was gaining control, and with it power. There was a burglary on Fisher's Avenue, two men breaking into a shop. Then, there was a flash of light. A bolt of divine power, striking from the heavens. And there was no burglary any more. Just a scared masked man, running screaming from the remains of his accomplice. And another clap of thunder rang out through the city. Then, there was noone left.
Floating above the city, Kami gathered energy. From the air. From static. From the thundering clouds, and even, a little bit, from the sun. It crackled through his body, making him shiver with excitement. He focused the energy in his hand. The hand of a god, striking down all those who were unworthy in his eyes. He reached out, and there was a flash, a pulse of light, striking down at the ground faster than any human could follow. And a man died. The rapist fell to the ground, his body covered in burns, his clothing burning from the intense heat, the shocked victim fleeing the scene of the crime. That was right. He was the hero. He had this power, and it was his RESPONISBILITY...... to kill all those who were unworthy.
Smiling, Kami held up his hand once more, energy gathering in his palm. More, this time. Kami was gaining control, and with it power. There was a burglary on Fisher's Avenue, two men breaking into a shop. Then, there was a flash of light. A bolt of divine power, striking from the heavens. And there was no burglary any more. Just a scared masked man, running screaming from the remains of his accomplice. And another clap of thunder rang out through the city. Then, there was noone left.
I'm tempted to make a vampire character..... everybody appears to be joining SOLDIER....
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