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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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Hey, the medic needs to recharge! A process that may include eating a looooot of food
Who wants Shawarma?
His nose being broken for awhile will be his punishment XD
DO NOT WANT!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaaaand Parry's down again.
He did learn how to throw a tantrum from the best though.
He did learn how to throw a tantrum from the best though.
Of all the people in the van who could berate him for what he'd done, Parry found himself flinching more and more with every word Rikive shouted at him. Like a kicked puppy, his smoldering eyes were cast down to the floor of the vehicle, losing their ambient glow until they returned to Parry's natural baby blue color, and even then were positively dejected.
Parry was ready for Tony, Flint, Autumn, everyone to name him a liability and cast him out as a pariah for what he'd done, but losing Rikive's friendship would hurt him the absolute most of all.
So when Rikive squeezed Parry in an almost tackle-hug, he breathed in a sigh of relief and his own breath caught in his throat. So he just hugged her back as hard as he could, one hand patting her own shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Parry said, squeezing hard. "I'm really, really sorry hon. I found some stuff out but it wasn't worth putting you all in danger."
Parry released Rikive just long enough to turn toward Flint, his eyes brightening once again as he saw the perpetually well-dressed-for-a-bygone-era detective wizard.
"Hey Flint!"
CRUNCH!
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Billy Rikker's feeding frenzy was interrupted by the loudest, shrillest, most ear splitting noise he had ever heard in his century of living.
It reminded him of the shrieking a spoiled toddler would make when denied the flashiest, prettiest, most expensive toy in the toy store and goddammit, she was gonna get that toy if it meant she would have to make a scene that would shame her parents for all eternity.
So while the noise successfully broke the trance the close circle of vampires had been in while lapping the blood from the carpet, their super senses were picking up the sound as nails-on-a-chalkboard centimeters from where they stood. Suddenly his whole surviving clan was on the floor, clawing at their ears to get the noise to stop while up and down the street, car alarms for Mercedes, Lincolns, Bugattis and other half-million dollar vehicles activated their anti-theft mechanisms.
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Parry was knocked flat on his ass by Flint's punch, his nose once again collapsed. But he could absolutely feel that it was not where it was supposed to be, and Rikive, even if she were so inclined, wouldn't be able to heal him for a while after pulling both Parry and Flint back from the brink in such a short period of time.
Parry had seen toddlers melt down from having scraped knees and other boo-boos. So he was emulating the best as he cried like a baby over his precious nose, the tires of the van squeeling away as they shot off to find Gray and Beth, Parry the Angel, slayer of Demons, protector of the innocent, semi-immortal warrior and self-professed hedonist kicked and screamed, holding his face, and only barely resisted the urge to say 'MOMMY! HE HIT ME!'
Parry was ready for Tony, Flint, Autumn, everyone to name him a liability and cast him out as a pariah for what he'd done, but losing Rikive's friendship would hurt him the absolute most of all.
So when Rikive squeezed Parry in an almost tackle-hug, he breathed in a sigh of relief and his own breath caught in his throat. So he just hugged her back as hard as he could, one hand patting her own shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Parry said, squeezing hard. "I'm really, really sorry hon. I found some stuff out but it wasn't worth putting you all in danger."
“Hey Parael”.
Parry released Rikive just long enough to turn toward Flint, his eyes brightening once again as he saw the perpetually well-dressed-for-a-bygone-era detective wizard.
"Hey Flint!"
CRUNCH!
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Billy Rikker's feeding frenzy was interrupted by the loudest, shrillest, most ear splitting noise he had ever heard in his century of living.
It reminded him of the shrieking a spoiled toddler would make when denied the flashiest, prettiest, most expensive toy in the toy store and goddammit, she was gonna get that toy if it meant she would have to make a scene that would shame her parents for all eternity.
So while the noise successfully broke the trance the close circle of vampires had been in while lapping the blood from the carpet, their super senses were picking up the sound as nails-on-a-chalkboard centimeters from where they stood. Suddenly his whole surviving clan was on the floor, clawing at their ears to get the noise to stop while up and down the street, car alarms for Mercedes, Lincolns, Bugattis and other half-million dollar vehicles activated their anti-theft mechanisms.
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Parry was knocked flat on his ass by Flint's punch, his nose once again collapsed. But he could absolutely feel that it was not where it was supposed to be, and Rikive, even if she were so inclined, wouldn't be able to heal him for a while after pulling both Parry and Flint back from the brink in such a short period of time.
Parry had seen toddlers melt down from having scraped knees and other boo-boos. So he was emulating the best as he cried like a baby over his precious nose, the tires of the van squeeling away as they shot off to find Gray and Beth, Parry the Angel, slayer of Demons, protector of the innocent, semi-immortal warrior and self-professed hedonist kicked and screamed, holding his face, and only barely resisted the urge to say 'MOMMY! HE HIT ME!'
Time to wake Flint up I think
Parry, protect your nose.
Do it.
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT!!!!!!!!!!
I think so. Flint should already be in there.
Coolness!
@KuroTenshi, I'm all "D'aaaaaaaaawwwwwww!!!" right now and wanna post, but I'm gonna give someone else a chance first.
If I wasn't so bad at writing slice-of-life, I'd think we'd need to do a "Parael and Rikive" RP XD
@KuroTenshi, I'm all "D'aaaaaaaaawwwwwww!!!" right now and wanna post, but I'm gonna give someone else a chance first.
If I wasn't so bad at writing slice-of-life, I'd think we'd need to do a "Parael and Rikive" RP XD
A Dawn Blade, a weapon forged in the heart of a dying star when the universe was still young, was anathema to vampires. Science would have one believe that they had a severe allergic reaction to UV Radiation. Superstition, that they were so wicked that they could not walk in the presence of the sun without suffering divine wrath.
Whichever was true was irrelevant. A Dawn Blade was coated with UV rays by the process of its creation, and while it had no particular effect on the souls of wicked mortals (only having true supernatural power against Demons) it was really, really fucking sharp. So as Parry cut, dodged and slashed through the crowds of bodies trying to get past his wings and after Tony he had that scene from Kill Bill stuck in his head- the one where The Bride fought the Crazy 88s. Except there were thirty people here and most of them were already in rough shape from the fight to begin with.
A head here, an arm and leg there, and Parry found himself with a straight corridor to Billy Rikker, licking blood out of the carpet while his thralls and vampires started to think twice about losing an arm or two to the guy with wings and glowing eyes.
'Oh shit,' they were probably thinking. 'That's not a wizard...'
So Parry didn't press his luck with the group. He started to lower his sword into a defensive posture and started to take one step toward the prone Vampire lord when he heard the slam of a car door behind him. Tony. Rikive. Flint.
The van.
The whole group was on its last legs because of his fuckup. Yeah, he'd gotten some information from Billy about who Nemsemet wanted but it wasn't worth this mess. He had some work to do in order to make this up to everyone. Decapitating Billy Rikker would take seconds, would render this whole part of the city leaderless, and might open up the opportunity for rebellion. But the sword in his hands wasn't Parry's. It was Cym's. And Cym would be held responsible for how Parry used it. Execution wasn't one thing he wanted to see Cym answer for and would leave the van vulnerable to attack from the vampire brood.
So he might as well start his recompense now.
"Right. You all know what I am," Parry said, backing away, wings still spread to block the doors. "You probably don't know that I can make a small sun in one hand. But I really don't feel like killing everyone in this room right now. So. We'll call it a draw."
Without wasting a breath to see if the vampires pursued or stayed put with their master, Parry ducked and ran out the front doors, his wings retracting into so many ribbons of light, then shrinking into his back. He spared half a second to swipe the dawn blade at the overhanging awning outside the doors, bringing the fabric down to provide a temporary barricade to block line of sight on the van between the restaurant and his getaway vehicle.
Parry ducked into the van's side door, slammed it shut, and said in an innocent and awkward voice, like a kid hiding a new puppy (or in his case, wings, a sword, and a pair of smoldering white eyes) behind his back "So, uhm, what'd I miss? 'cause I got to smoke some primo-weed with the White Rabbit and Michael Jackson!"
Whichever was true was irrelevant. A Dawn Blade was coated with UV rays by the process of its creation, and while it had no particular effect on the souls of wicked mortals (only having true supernatural power against Demons) it was really, really fucking sharp. So as Parry cut, dodged and slashed through the crowds of bodies trying to get past his wings and after Tony he had that scene from Kill Bill stuck in his head- the one where The Bride fought the Crazy 88s. Except there were thirty people here and most of them were already in rough shape from the fight to begin with.
A head here, an arm and leg there, and Parry found himself with a straight corridor to Billy Rikker, licking blood out of the carpet while his thralls and vampires started to think twice about losing an arm or two to the guy with wings and glowing eyes.
'Oh shit,' they were probably thinking. 'That's not a wizard...'
So Parry didn't press his luck with the group. He started to lower his sword into a defensive posture and started to take one step toward the prone Vampire lord when he heard the slam of a car door behind him. Tony. Rikive. Flint.
The van.
The whole group was on its last legs because of his fuckup. Yeah, he'd gotten some information from Billy about who Nemsemet wanted but it wasn't worth this mess. He had some work to do in order to make this up to everyone. Decapitating Billy Rikker would take seconds, would render this whole part of the city leaderless, and might open up the opportunity for rebellion. But the sword in his hands wasn't Parry's. It was Cym's. And Cym would be held responsible for how Parry used it. Execution wasn't one thing he wanted to see Cym answer for and would leave the van vulnerable to attack from the vampire brood.
So he might as well start his recompense now.
"Right. You all know what I am," Parry said, backing away, wings still spread to block the doors. "You probably don't know that I can make a small sun in one hand. But I really don't feel like killing everyone in this room right now. So. We'll call it a draw."
Without wasting a breath to see if the vampires pursued or stayed put with their master, Parry ducked and ran out the front doors, his wings retracting into so many ribbons of light, then shrinking into his back. He spared half a second to swipe the dawn blade at the overhanging awning outside the doors, bringing the fabric down to provide a temporary barricade to block line of sight on the van between the restaurant and his getaway vehicle.
Parry ducked into the van's side door, slammed it shut, and said in an innocent and awkward voice, like a kid hiding a new puppy (or in his case, wings, a sword, and a pair of smoldering white eyes) behind his back "So, uhm, what'd I miss? 'cause I got to smoke some primo-weed with the White Rabbit and Michael Jackson!"
Sounds good. In bringing Nemsemet's new minion into play, I'd prefer to have a 'change of command' ceremony with Billy Rikker. ;)
Why am I picturing the death of that Admiral from Empire Strikes Back all of a sudden?
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