Vashonn

Vendetta Inc.

*double post*

Vendetta Inc.

@Vashonn

Is it common knowledge that Willard reads emotions and sees colors?

@Necrophage

Willard doesn't really talk about colors out loud with people, just because it's so difficult for him to describe what the 'colors' even are, mostly just because he's just a kid and his vocab isn't really the best. To put it in a way that I can best describe it myself, the colors are really more like another spectrum he can see, beyond the human eye. Kinda like how human eyes have 3 color receptors and mantis shrimp have 12. The only people that Willard would have told about the eyes is Blaque, N.E.R.O.N, Darric, and Paige.

Vendetta Inc.

Willard

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Assignment: Attend briefing - Interacting with @King Tai@Wick@Gutshot@RumikoOhara@alexfangtalon@FantasyChic@Necrophage

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Willard heard as the door opened, and thick black boots started kicking around the floor, moving into the back. He looked through the hole in his door, and watched as the large figure marched through the room, soda in hand. Willard hopped up and burst out of his room, hoping to surprise the man.

"Hey Willard, you staying out of trouble?" the man said jokingly to the little boy, his steadfast demeanor unphased by the charging child. Willard slowed and smiled up at Darric, and took the root beer float from his hand.

"I'm never in trouble, Mr. Darric! You know that!" the kid giggled before walking over to Tamashi.

Willard was still trying to figure Tamashi out - he had this strange air about him, and his colors were difficult to read. And Willard knew quite a bit about people's colors. Tamashi seemed a bit distant from the others, but Willard still wanted to try and befriend the ninja - that's just what Willard figured he was, never having been on a mission with him, but he seemed the type from all those old shows Willard watched. He looked up at the slim man and smiled - surely Tamashi was nice enough to talk to!

After that, he noticed Ms. Paige enter - she looked especially purple today - hopefully Mr. Darric wasn't upset with her. Willard really liked her, and he thought she and Mr. Darric were great together. Then, from behind him, he heard a large figure enter the bar.

"Just a few more to go," Willard heard the man mutter. He turned and smiled up at the coated man - Blaque.

"I imagine everyone is having a productive evening..." Willard hugged him, excited to see his master after a long day of boredom. "I got ya the papers ya wanted, Blaque!" he said as he looked up into the man's glasses. Willard pointed to Blaque's spot on the table to show him the bag, and scurried off to N.E.R.O.N who had just entered the room.

N.E.R.O.N was Willard's best friend in the whole world! When he learned that N.E.R.O.N was only a year younger than him, Willard was instantly hooked on hanging out with the giant machine. He constantly practiced his reading ability on the bot, training himself to be able to read A.I., too. That was one of Willard's favorite things to do - whenever he had the chance and saw an A.I. in the street - considering there were quite a few, anymore - he would study the robot intensely, due to their colors seeming to be so much more vibrant, so much more unique from human colors. Willard had gotten to the point where he almost could read an A.I.'s next course of action. Willard smiled at the large robot, and then went to sit to the left of Blaque at the meeting table.

As the meeting began, Willard noticed the entrance of Priest and Delta 7 - guess no sign of Echo today. It's too bad - Willard really wanted to get to know her, due to her being to distant from everyone else. Priest, on the other hand - Willard did his best to smile at the shady figure, but knew there was something off about him. Just the way his colors clashed all the time - that's when Willard wishes he could turn off his ability. Being able to see people's emotions and how they felt at just a glance was sometimes overwhelming. This magician was no exception to that state of nausea he could get. Willard looked away, and at the new robot in the room. Delta 7 was a strange one - Willard had watched recently as the machine's color changed from only a simple gray, to more distinctive shades, like a dull red or blue. Something was developing there, and Willard watched in awe as it began.

Just before the meeting began, R0se entered the room, just in time to sit it out. He liked R0se, but she always seemed a bit standoffish and silent, adding a shade of brown to her otherwise bright color. Then, Blaque began his debrief.

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"... Everyone will hate. Willard is going to be bate." The mention of Willard grabbed his attention away from the fantasy knight he was playing in his head. Willard looked up at the wizard man, then looked to Blaque - what was he just volunteered to do?

"Or we could, you know, not send in a child to these sickos. Regardless if said child is skilled." Okay, now Willard was worried. "You have others here who could do a better job. Hell, I could mask myself as a kid and get in if that's what it takes, and I can handle myself if things turn sketchy. I don't like the idea of sending Willard in there, even if he has back-up on him. I'll help out with this mission, 100%, I just won't stand by and send another kid into the fray."

Whatever was going on, Willard was intrigued. He'd never been on a real mission before - but the mention of death was a little... Disheartening. Still, he couldn't help but look up at Blaque a bit excitedly, hoping that would suffice to show the excitement Willard had for the thought of getting involved!

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Geoffrey Delshire

The anticipation finally peaked. The entire journey up the mountain had been a rough one, and Geoffrey wasn't used to hiking such steep hills. For a moment, he turned and looked back across the horizon, where the rolling plains and occasional flickering of civilization could be seen, along with far, far off, the beginning of the endless forests that made expansion west near impossible. He thought to himself about the few short years he had been in the service, and how far he had come. To think that he would play such an integral role in his nation's future and the future of the lands on both sides of the Dragon Fang Mountains - Geoffrey quivered a bit as the thought went through his mind. He turned back to the hard road, walking amidst his comrades, the whole of them showing no actual symbol for their allegiance other than the occasional banner.

He let his mind wander as they all trudged up the mountainside, thinking to himself about the dangers to come. Supposedly, the twin daughters of Lord Grimm fight each other for the throne of the castle, and will use the two opposing war parties against each other to ensure their succession. Geoffrey breathed hard, worried about the possibility of - of course - death, but if there was something aloof going on outside of this 'simple' task. Considering how seperate the castle was from the rest of the world, he couldn't help but notice that something - the air, maybe? - seemed off about this place. Finally, after near a whole day of travel, the looming stone and metalwork of the outer wall blocked their progression. The gargoyles above, perched and fierce in appearance, peered down at them, mocking the band of ragtag soldiers and merchants, as if to say they had no true power here. The archers stood vigilant behind the wall, likewise staring the war party down, and the whole group stood still.

Outside of the gate, the main guardhouse seemed rather open and defenseless, but Geoffrey figured the archers above would make quick work of anyone who tried any tricks. He rustled around in his pack, grabbing the papers that he had been entrusted to carry, and approached the small building along with a few other higher-ranking officers. He prayed to the gods in his head one last time before presenting the documents, and stepped back from the guardhouse, allowing the more charismatic and superior soldiers to do the talking. His blood ran cold as a fierce wind swept up, and he could've sworn he heard it speak to him, warning him of what laid ahead for them all.

Vendetta Inc.

Just hangin', writing a bit, and waiting for responses from everyone else!

The fifth ninja war

Well, hope the holidays went fairly well for most people! I'm ready to get started when @Halvtand is ready!

A nice thing about living

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@Vilageidiotx

God, that felt good

Vendetta Inc.

Merry Christmas, @King Tai! Have a good one!

If anyone wants to interact with Willard, feel free to shoot me a PM and we can plan somethin. Wont be on for a few yours myself, though!

Ban the Person above you

Banned for finding no excitement in practical policies

Vendetta Inc.

Just a general thought I'm throwing out there for people to pick up, any of y'all heard of/played the game Remember Me? Neo-Paris, memories are practically used as currency, etc. The actual city-scape is really inspiring to me, especially considering the similarities in this RP. Look into it if you'd like!