Alright gang, that's my last post for tonight.
@HeySeuss would you mind NPC'ing Parry for me until tomorrow?
@HeySeuss would you mind NPC'ing Parry for me until tomorrow?
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STATUS: To all my RP buddies, I'm gearing up for Camp Nanowrimo in July! My RPs will be slowing down this month and next. PM me for a quick response to an RP I'm in! 11 yrs ago
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To all my RP buddies, I'm gearing up for Camp Nanowrimo in July! My RPs will be slowing down this month and next. PM me for a quick response to an RP I'm in!
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Roleplay addict, I work two jobs which unfortunately cuts back on my roleplay time.
In my limited free time I GM one ONLY WAR tabletop game, play a shopaholic Zeltron in a Star Wars game, and try to resist the urge to write long stories as the aftermath usually plunges me into a dark and unhappy depressed state.
Or maybe that's normal!
In my limited free time I GM one ONLY WAR tabletop game, play a shopaholic Zeltron in a Star Wars game, and try to resist the urge to write long stories as the aftermath usually plunges me into a dark and unhappy depressed state.
Or maybe that's normal!
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"Oh, Flinty-poo, it's so sweet of you to offer to put up the merry band of hangers-on." Parry stepped aside for Flint, letting the drab enforcer into his home. He'd always admired the old Noir look on the guy. Thankfully, he didn't stink like he would if it was the only set of clothing he owned. "Have you reconsidered my proposal for a wardrobe change. Leather dusters are-" Parry was cut off, waving the smoke cloud of cigarette smoke out of the air after Flint lit up. "Ah, there's no smoking in here. Kids and all that."
And I'm going to smell like tobacco for a couple hours too. Need to get some cologne on, fast!
But there were no kids present any more. Most of the place had been emptied out. It was Parry's not so subtle way of reminding Flint just whose house he was in.
And as he was getting ready to excuse himself to get some more pleasant odor applied to himself, like that, with the click of a hammer on the pistol, the temperature of the room dropped about a hundred degrees.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Parry said, resisting the urge to draw his silver Fairy Sword. "Guys, can we not murder each other while there's a fucking Egyption-god-mummy on his way to kill us all? Please? Guns down, claws retracted, and everyone take three deep breaths!"
And I'm going to smell like tobacco for a couple hours too. Need to get some cologne on, fast!
But there were no kids present any more. Most of the place had been emptied out. It was Parry's not so subtle way of reminding Flint just whose house he was in.
And as he was getting ready to excuse himself to get some more pleasant odor applied to himself, like that, with the click of a hammer on the pistol, the temperature of the room dropped about a hundred degrees.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Parry said, resisting the urge to draw his silver Fairy Sword. "Guys, can we not murder each other while there's a fucking Egyption-god-mummy on his way to kill us all? Please? Guns down, claws retracted, and everyone take three deep breaths!"
@solamelike I'm assuming he's pointing the gun at Tony lol.
And I'm seeing Parael doing that scene from Sean of the Dead "WHOA WHOA WHOA! EVERYBODY JUST CALM! THE FUCK! DOWN!"
And I'm seeing Parael doing that scene from Sean of the Dead "WHOA WHOA WHOA! EVERYBODY JUST CALM! THE FUCK! DOWN!"
@Dark AngelAt some point tomorrow, probably.
I'm giving@HeySeuss full permission to NPC Parael while I'm indisposed tonight. But when I get the reins back, we'll see what can be done!
I'm giving@HeySeuss full permission to NPC Parael while I'm indisposed tonight. But when I get the reins back, we'll see what can be done!
I just played scene through my head and it's hilarious. unlikely , but still hilarious.
Claudia comes to kill Parry and the others, Parry is fabulous and shuffles her into a chair or something, Claudia is so confused and continues to sit, wondering if this is some foreign custom for war.
Must do!
Meanwhile, I will be running my tabletop game session tonight. So after about an hour I'll be dropping off until morning.
Parry isn't heartless.
Just vain as a peacock!
Just vain as a peacock!
You can have her chilling in the basement if you want, or one of the rooms in Parael's apartment.
EDIT: Just remembered you work for the Mummy lol. Scratch that!
EDIT: Just remembered you work for the Mummy lol. Scratch that!
"War is war, but we need to look good every now and then," Parry said. And by now and then, he meant all the time. The first time he took Rikive to a club, she'd been talk of the town for all the wrong reasons. Demanding a glass of mead, trying to do a courtly dance on the floor, and breaking the wrists of a human who tried to cop a feel (not that he disagreed with that one; a few free drinks had come floating their way). "And less is more in your case. Leather looks good but leave the miniskirt."
As for her follow up question of why he chose to remain Nephilim rather than taking up his Celestial mantle, he answered that one with silence, but did cast a glance at the floorboards near his bed. The Iron Sword was buried there. Useless to most magi. Even to Rikive. Drawing it was a no-no. Nemsemet might know what it was, but even he couldn't channel it.
No, Parry wouldn't be putting his wings back on. Not for himself and not for anyone in this city. Rikive could call him selfish if she wanted, but he liked his freedom too much to give it up. And he had no idea if he could beat Nemsemet. Really, he had no idea what the mummy actually was and couldn't accurately gauge his chances.
The pounding on the door made him follow behind Rikive, scooping up her spare clothes with his own. Tony was at the bottom of the stairs, his Prada diaper bag in arm and presumably loaded up, staring at the door.
"I'll take that," Parry said, sliding all the clothes into the main opening, disappearing inside it without any sign of adding weight or width. He slid the bag over one shoulder, hanging opposite the scabard on his hip. Most of the hangers-on had left out the back door by the time he got downstairs- even pimple-faced teenage wizard.
Peeking through the peephole, Parry saw his "good friend" Flint, standing on his doorstep and waiting. Oh good, contact made and backup plan established.
Parry waved his hand, sliding open the locks on the door and opening it enough for the hard-boiled wizard to slide in to safety.
"Hey Flinty-poo! Come inside! I'll take three boxes Thin Mints, one of Samoas and all the Peanut Butter ones you've got."
As for her follow up question of why he chose to remain Nephilim rather than taking up his Celestial mantle, he answered that one with silence, but did cast a glance at the floorboards near his bed. The Iron Sword was buried there. Useless to most magi. Even to Rikive. Drawing it was a no-no. Nemsemet might know what it was, but even he couldn't channel it.
No, Parry wouldn't be putting his wings back on. Not for himself and not for anyone in this city. Rikive could call him selfish if she wanted, but he liked his freedom too much to give it up. And he had no idea if he could beat Nemsemet. Really, he had no idea what the mummy actually was and couldn't accurately gauge his chances.
The pounding on the door made him follow behind Rikive, scooping up her spare clothes with his own. Tony was at the bottom of the stairs, his Prada diaper bag in arm and presumably loaded up, staring at the door.
"I'll take that," Parry said, sliding all the clothes into the main opening, disappearing inside it without any sign of adding weight or width. He slid the bag over one shoulder, hanging opposite the scabard on his hip. Most of the hangers-on had left out the back door by the time he got downstairs- even pimple-faced teenage wizard.
Peeking through the peephole, Parry saw his "good friend" Flint, standing on his doorstep and waiting. Oh good, contact made and backup plan established.
Parry waved his hand, sliding open the locks on the door and opening it enough for the hard-boiled wizard to slide in to safety.
"Hey Flinty-poo! Come inside! I'll take three boxes Thin Mints, one of Samoas and all the Peanut Butter ones you've got."
@solamelike, I will never tell anyone what they have to do with their character. But not everyone has posted yet, so people might be planning to post with us right now, at Parry's place. So if you want to edit your post to be there, you can interact with everyone now, that is absolutely fine and doable.
If you want to wait until we meet up with you, that is also absolutely fine. But Seuss is the GM and planned this story, so whatever he throws our way cannot be accounted for right away.
If you want to wait until we meet up with you, that is also absolutely fine. But Seuss is the GM and planned this story, so whatever he throws our way cannot be accounted for right away.
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