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Responsibility belongs not to the name stenciled on the mantel, but to the one who carries the mantle.
11 yrs ago
"Strike me down, and I'll not fight back; Threaten my brothers, and even death will not protect you from my wrath." -- Blackswordkirito I couldn't have said it any better myself.
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25/M/GMT-5

I average 1-3 posts per week, usually per RP, but sometimes total.

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@Tracyarmav

I don't mind if you do side things, that's fine, but if its going to be like that, why not make a collab via PMs or some other such chat thing? Me and Apollo were talking about doing that too.


Fair point, and my apologies for not making things clear earlier. You're welcome to do collabs if you like, I have no issue with them, but I'm not going ask those not comfortable with them do them just because it's easier and little less confusing either. I will try to keep from leaving folks in the dust again.
Dmitri Pavlovich


@gravity22@Shikaru

Dmitri pulled a bright narrow beam pocket flashlight out of his pocket and shone it quickly around the warehouse, checking that all the cultists were down, which they were for now... though most were still alive and groaning, whimpering, or otherwise verbalizing their agony. Dmitri didn't like that the Imp hadn't been anywhere to be found. That was annoying. "Appologies, I should have figured you'd be hungry after all the stress today. If you don't mind, have your friend search the bodies for anything of interest please. I'm going to get a bigger light." He passed his flashlight to Anya, and glanced at the girl who'd butted into their business for the day and then lacked the sense to duck back out at the earliest opportunity... Maybe he should toss her in the pens, assuming Anya didn't want to keep her for a late night snack. He set the thought aside, as he stepped back out into the lot and retrieved a hand-held spotlight and after a moments thought an oil lamp.

Sirens in the distance, made him scowl... He'd have to pull the car into the ware house, but that might actually solve a the lighting issue, he stowed the lights and pulled the car up to the cargo door, also surprisingly unlocked, and opened it with a heave. He parked the car just inside the building and then closed the door, leaving the car running and the headlight pointed at the mass of cultists who lay about, their blood flowing into the pentagram in their midst... Shuddering, Dmitri pulled the water out of the blood, turning into a sludge thicker than molasses. The water floated in a sphere over the pentagram slowly freezing into a solid ball of ice. Dmitri Walked over to Anya, completely frustrated with day's events, which had all gone from bad to worse, and began speaking to her in a low monotone, that wouldn't carry even to girl foolish enough to meddle in events she couldn't change. He spoke of all the events of his day since he'd left her apartment, telling things as he'd done them, seen them, and heard them, though what he'd thought he rarely bothered to even hint at. He watched the girl move slowly from body to body in the light of his head lights as he spoke. If she tried anything, he'd shoot fist and ask questions later, as is his habit.
"The entire place was lit by five blazing braziers" why does no one know what braziers are anymore... T.T

Ahh, whatever I'll roll with it. I've rolled with harder punches before...

*is a terrible GM, should have described the place better.*
@Tracyarmav Fire counters fire, chokes it of air.


she didn't use fire, she used lightning. And that does not deprive fire of air, or fuel, or heat, the three things necessary to have a fire...
@Tracyarmav I put fire out with lightning?... wat.


osik, wrong tag... The braziers are fire pits on stilts, and they have fires in them. She wanted to short the lights out with her electric power freaking out as she freaked out... >.<
Yeah so guys, I am happy this is back in the works, but do you think you could wait for me and Apollo to start getting into the frey before posting so much? I mean one or two posts in conversation is fine, but seriously. I can't post daily, idk about Apollo, but I got other RPs, plus work and RL stuff. I'm not asking you to stop posting, but maybe put a break pedal to it after your 2nd post to allow people to catch up.


>.> well THIS encounter is a minor side plot thingy, but yeah, we can do that. sorry, got kinda carried away with having responses to reply too...

*feels like a bad GM now...*
@Shikaru why/how did you put fires out with lightning?
I may have to take you up on that sometime. If I need help, I'll PM you, kay?


Okey-dokey
@LadyTale Day 2, Noon.

"Good, and we do. I only have one requirement. I do not want to be a musketeer, and no I don't care that it fits because there are three of us."

Cin was unfortunately getting ahead of himself, he was talking about guild names. He just sort of assumed that since everyone was in agreement that they all worked well together, that they'd form a guild later. He didn't even consider the fact that the other two might have other ideas, or even that they were probably far more inclined to use a Final Fantasy theme for their guild name instead of a piece of classical english literature... Oh well, He'd learn, eventually.

At a low and mostly flat boulder, big enough for the three of them to sit around, Cin placed his meager offerings and looked around one last time before taking his seat. The tree's shade felt nice today, the sun wasn't hot, but it was persistently warming, especially when one spent the morning fighting. As he looked up into the branches admiring the detail of the tree, he felt the first puff of a light breeze that was starting to blow across the plain. This really was a beautiful day, Cin was glad he was spending it outdoors with friends. He returned his attention to them, beaming with joy.
Dmitri Pavlovich


@gravity22@Shikaru

Dmitri jumped out of the car, ignoring the girl's questions for now, except for Anya's last question. That one he answered after opening the back hatch, while he hunted for his tools. "This bitch stuck her nose where it didn't belong, if she ends up dead, I figure I'll have done Chicago a public service. Oh, and try not to kill the Imp if you can capture it. If you can't catch it, kill it. The minions are mine." With that he buckled a bandoleer of extra ammunition and three flash bangs over one shoulder, before slamming the hatch shut. In front of him stood a side entrance to the warehouse, he was surprised to find it unlocked, and yanked the door open, and stepped through it and to one side, spraying bullets as he went.

There was no cover whatsoever, for anyone. The massive warehouse was completely empty except for group of about thirty cultists in the middle of the room kneeling in a pentagram shape, around a pentagram etched into the floor, though that was hard to see through the bodies. Dmitri's wild spray of bullets met mostly empty space, though it would quickly narrow to just the group of cultists. The entire place was lit by five blazing braziers set at the points of the pentagram. Dmitri was instantly glad he had forgone opening with a flash bang, which would be almost useless in this wide open space. The cultists reacted slowly, as if coming out of a trance, Dmitri considered this a good thing, considering the weight of their numbers could be enough to cause injury to him and Anya otherwise.
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