ViolentViolet

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

@Snarl
Are D&D rules in affect here?

Dying Light - Humanity's Last Stand

Will watch from the side lines while I wait for a reason to type~

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

@Snarl
So I posted and was wondering if I could have a sneak peek at who's going to be kidnapped :p

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

The young woman had seen the male though he’d turned and saw her before she could make a run for it, his face cycling through a string of expressions – all of which she hated, though that might be just because she hated his face and the way he looked at her. Sometimes she really felt the need to pull his eyes out of their sockets, especially when they dropped like they did them to her breasts that which were held in her armour though still partly shown after she’d finished the little job she’d had to do that night in town. She narrowed her eyes at him as she commented on the light jingling that he shouldn’t have been able to hear though the pouch was slightly fuller than it normally was at this time of day since she’d had extra time.

“She doesn’t drink tea.” Was the young assassins only response to what he’d said and as he tried to fix his expression again she saw a ridiculous and irksome grin spread across his face and she toyed with the dagger in her hands some more before looking back up at his again, the edge of the weapon glinting menacingly, free of blood or stains because she kept the blade well maintained even if it was a mithril dagger forged by a dwarf. [color=mediumvioletred]”If I wanted you in my bed you wouldn’t be trying still; stop asking or I’ll cut your tongue out.” Illya smiled as she spoke to Ezra, sweet and innocent looking through it was very clear that she was capable and willing to follow through with her threat right there outside of her house.

@Snarl

Dying Light - Humanity's Last Stand

*pessimist can't say anything because nobody would like anything she has to say*

Dying Light - Humanity's Last Stand

And that, is exactly where another little bit of common sense comes in. I know most people aren't like me but I only throw up one every five years if that because I'm very good at not letting myself get sick even though I live in a shitty part of town. And don't even bring up the cold, I live in Canada and I'm sure y'all don't know cold and bad weather because it goes from 20 above to -40 in the span of twenty four hours sometimes in fall. You see, if you're sick and have a limited amount of supplies, one would know not to eat everything they can get their hands on and if it's winter you can melt the snow for fresh water so you'd have an almost unlimited amount of water for ten months - going by my winters here - so you could just as easily drink lukewarm or cold water and eat as little as possible while it passes. Sleep helps more than food when you're sick anyway.@Rae Zer

Dying Light - Humanity's Last Stand

@Rae Zer
What about people like me with never ever take anything artificially created when they get sick and let my body handle it with the help of rest and soup and tea? I mean, I get better in maybe a week when I get the flu, while still going to school and everything I need to be doing on the days that I'm not vomiting.

Dying Light - Humanity's Last Stand

*raises hand shyly* Ninety percent of what I've read so far is common sense here too and I'm only like maybe five or six hours from the border to the United States. The only thing I didn't know was the alcohol percentages, I just knew I could use hard liquor to clean wounds.

Edge of Extinction (Violentviolet & Zan)

Aria could tell he was thinking, just from the way he went silent though he could very well have just been watching her walk and the feel of her eyes on her told her it might have been both before he started moving himself. He often counted his kills, whereas the young woman normally found herself counting her arrows and scolding herself on how many she had had to use, and how long it would take her to kill those that which had attacked the wall and thinking about how she could have done it faster and better than she had during the encounter. When she heard his start talking in his radio she had finished sliding her arrows back into the custom quivers that held them even when she was upside down; he was calling for a clean up crew though he had to know that if civilians came down they could very well be attacked as well. When he was finished speaking into the radio he carried she was standing not too far away with her hands behind her back and he hips tilted to the side slightly while her bow was held in her hands in such a way that it could be fired from there or swung around in a deadly point. Aria herself didn't carry a radio on her person, since he did most of the talking anyway and the loud buzz of one would only make her job harder if it was heard while she was ducked just out of sight of her targets.

"They should be able to manage on their own." Aria watched him as he walked toward her, her grey eyes dark in the half light of the rising sun, her eyelashes casting soft shadows over graceful cheekbones and smooth skin. Her face remained without scars, unlike the majority of her body which had a scar somewhere close by or on it. Women outside of the forces tended to do things more closely related to the home or the well fare of the soldiers while not being directly involved in the fighting themselves, but the few who were often ended up just as scared as the men if not more so. She almost smiled now, the corner of her mouth twitching up for a moment though they were still on the battlefield and she couldn't relax yet in case of a sneak attack by those they had hunted or those who were hunting them. "We should get cleaned up first though, maybe dress like regular people if we're going to leave the compound." She suggested, lifting a hand and wiping the single drop of blood from her face, leaving behind a smear of red.

Wonder.

Vanessa had stayed back for a moment, watching the patterns of the tasers before finally moving, swift but not a full out run as to allow herself to watch to movement around her while she passed by the string of tasers where the dogs had been in the books. This scientist was probably just some girl playing with her dads things, but Vanessa wouldn't underestimate what she was capable of doing here; one of them had already exhibited symptoms of something very much not natural. The black haired girl passed one of the others that was lagging behind without a glance over at them while a taser shot out at her and she turned to the side to avoid it just enough that the one on the other side didn't hit her. The boy made it through first, just as the black haired girl passed the armless girl without much effort to find herself at the door where another taser flashed out nexpectedly and she just barely dodged it in time to duck through the entrance way. "Predictable."