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Lucas Byrne


Lucas looked up from his journal for a moment, "I am with Jack, lit up the torches so we can save on the power. Since I doubt there are going to be a place to get batteries wherever the expedition went." He looked around for a bit at the torches on the wall, "We can carry some with us, see how long they last as we explore this temple." As Lucas took another look around, some of the symbols on the wall seemed to look like animals from the jungle and but some looked like strange humanoid figures. This made him confused as to why that would be the case. Who built this temple?

Though this line of thought was broken when Wade brought up the journey to the center of the earth, and what Jack said. It made him wonder about the Lost World that Coswall thought existed. "About where they went," Lucas spoke in a wondering tone. "What notes Coswall had about this Lost World are few but consistent. A place where it is lush and full of life." Then he sounds a bit unsure, "though I am not sure where he got that information, but how he did it was enough to want him to find it."

Lucas then went back to looking at his notes to see what the next step was. Eager to continue on and see where Coswall went and what this Lost World is like.
Hello and welcome to the site. I hope you find something you like here.
Ughh.. Sorry, I will post when I get back home. 🙇🏻‍♀️


It is fine, take your time.
Hey and I have not so far. But I bet that is a great feeling. But I hope you find something you like here.




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“Traitor?” Reman said to himself, confused and curious about their current situation. They are surrounded by spirits that, at the moment, are not hostile but are watching them. Adding to this spirit, who seeks to talk to Jin, and that voice from a possessed calling the spirit a traitor. Which just makes this whole thing an interesting but fragile state. Reman does not know what Jin plans on doing, but Reman felt the need to speak.

“Jin,” Reman spoke to the air bender while keeping his eyes on the surroundings and pistol raised. "I suggest you talk to the spirit and see what it wants." Reman's voice was riddled with caution. "It cannot hurt to talk to it now."

Granted, Reman is not an expert on spirits. He is an engineer and studied what he could about the world from his family's estate. Spirits are beyond him, besides what he was taught in school. Which was barely anything, and if the spirit wants to play nice and talk, then they should. At least while they are seemingly surrounded, and a wrong move could start a firefight. Though one question did arise in his mind about spirits. Do bullets harm or affect spirits?

Reman looked at his pistol for a moment nervously before looking back at the surroundings. Barely paying attention to Vun, who was somehow still calm and eating away. Play it cool, play it cool," Reman nervously told himself in a hushed tone as the tense situation continued. Ready to act if this all goes south.
Finally got that post out with writer's block in the way and not knowing what to write. But it is out.
YULIAN

Yulian's Apartment

Last night was a good night to fix a bad day. Like what Milda said, the Sunset Blues was worth it. Good food, good music, and a good time all around. Like it was the world's way to show him a good time after dealing with Connor's shockwave. Luckily, they got there early before it got crowded, and now, after hearing the blues for the first time. Yulian can say he likes it, music that speaks to the soul and makes you feel it. A great anniversary last night, and Yulian is sure to go back there sometime with Milda.

Now, the next day, Yulian was taking it easy since he was still sore after what happened at the gym. More so since Damien is giving him a few days off to recover. A nice gesture and one that Yulian appreciates.

So, as he relaxed in his apartment, sitting comfortably on his green cloth couch. Just watching tv and flipping through the channels as there was nothing he liked at the moment. Then he reached the news, and they were still doing their weekly remembrance of The Mountain. "The Mountain," Yulian spoke in a semi emotionless tone. Not one of malice or distrust but one of jadedness. One hero dies, and the whole city is crying about it. It was true that the Mountain was a famous and charitable hero in Calder City, and Yulian understands that. He knows that his boss does donate and supported the Mountain's efforts. A good person.

It is just back home in Russia, or at least in Veliky Novgorod. They did not have heroes or vigilantes there. Just the cops and the mafia, and while there were a few Grays in the city. They minded their business for the most part. Lest they deal with him and his family.

An unpleasant thought to bear, but in his youth. Yulian had heard of the heroes of Russia. The Atomic Witch, the Manbear and the Red Son, to name a few. For a time, he did believe in heroes, but that faith did not last long under his father's care. He still remembers how, sometimes, he would pray and hope for someone to save him and break his father's hold over him. But no one came to his rescue ever, and as the years passed under his father's thumb. Yulian was close to giving up hope. Then his father messed up and got himself killed, and that was his ticket to freedom. For him and Milda. Yulian found an out, no hero saved him, and why would they? He was in the mafia, the son of a mob boss and a killer, so who would save someone like that? Not a hero, as Yulian would imagine.

Yulian still does not know what became of his older brother, and he does not care. That part of his life was over, and Yulian will live happily if he does not see his brother again.

But as Yulian continued to watch the broadcast, and knowing how this city weeps for its greatest hero. The world moves on, and so do people. It is just how the world works. Then, as he forced this uncomfortable thought train about his past out of his head. He got a bit hungry and got up to see what was left in the fridge. walking to the other side of the room. Past, the wooden table he eats at. As he opened the fridge and was greeted by cold air and the sight of its contents.

There was food in there, yeah, some bread, sandwich meat and cheese, a few microwave meals, milk, and what looked like a half empty egg carton. Yulian could make something out of what was in the fridge, but he felt like nothing was being presented to him. So he figured that he would go out to eat somewhere and maybe get some groceries while he was out and about.

So Yulian, without another thought. Closed the fridge, turned off the tv, collected his things, and went out the door into the city. Hoping that he has no more surprises this week.
Sounds good to me.
Okay, so since the rp is now unexpectedly alive again. A new bump is needed to see if more people would be interested in this. As always, the rp is forever open, and you can join at any time.
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