WilsonTurner

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Juppy, armored in military-style cargo pants, a black, somewhat form-fitting t-shirt with the Panthers' logo, and, like Cecelia, a leather jacket with the same logo across the back. A pair of military tactical gloves ("These are my lucky pair!") with hard knuckles and running shoes finished off his attire, as he jogged down the ramp, toward the surprisingly stunning XO waiting for those wanting to go off into the city.

Being the first one to join her, he glanced back at the currently empty ramp, and then at his commanding officer. After a moment of observation, he gave her a smile, and turned back to the city, staring curiously at the high rises and the sky scrapers, at the particularly bright areas of lights where some kind of event must be going on. All the while, he tapped his foot absently, the thumb of each hand in his pants' pockets, the rest of his fingers and hand splayed out and hanging.

After a few moments, he asked Lang, "So, not bad, I hope? I mean with the mission. Not a single one of ours was even penetrated, and we disabled or destroyed nine out of twelve hostile mechs- captured the other three intact. Not bad for a rookie team, I would think.” He turned towards her again, slightly, giving her a friendly glance out of the corner of his eyes.

“If you’d allow it- what’d your report say about me? I admit that I’m curious.”

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

It's usually hot here in Texas. Of course, prolly not as hot as it usually get in Australia, but still.
But I feel the cold. Bbrrrrrr! It's fifty degrees outside!
>throws on two jackets
nearly enuf

I think the UK is pretty cool. I mean, mainly 'cause the flag looks cool...
>has a UK flag
Besides that, there's the Big Ben and London and the supernasty river! There's interesting stuff there!
Unfortunately, your country don't allow guns, so I ain't never going there.

-280

Over the Ages Episode 1: All that Remains

I'm sorry guys I'll try to post soon but I can make any promises until next week.

@Polyurethane

No problem man, we all got lives and other roleplays and games
If I could post, I would've :b

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

WHY ARE YOU NOT BICKERING!
STOP HAIVNG NICE CONVERSATIONS!

-279

Ooooh I have a friend in Australia. What'sitliek down der?

RPGC #6: The NaNo One!

@Naril
I got a pretty good book that's called "The Roar" and "The Whisper."

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

-280

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

-284

[Willy & Hailey] Practically Just Some Pigtail Pullin'

Triple-Bee quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing immediately in response. He pushed the tray of pastries towards her, gesturing for her to take one. Meanwhile, he took a sip of his hot chocolate and drew out his phone, responding to a couple texts before setting it down on the table, notably asleep.

"So, miss nameless, need any help? I'd like to think I have a good head on my shoulders, even if only for doing accurate Google searches, you know?"

He took one of the pastries- a little no-hole donut-looking thing, glazed with fluffy crust and chocolate icing- and took a bite, his grunts of appreciation (sliiiiightly overdone for her benefit and to encourage her) and nods of happy approval enough to say that he really quite enjoyed it. Shaking off his fingers a little, he wiped the crumbs off the table and gave her an apologetic, messy, crumb-laden smile.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr just smirked at her and her embarrassment. He briefly considered teasing her, as she sometimes did to him; he had an excellent idea on how to. And she was, after all, wearing his shirt. He could just take it back, after all. After several moments of increasingly vivid daydreaming, he realized what he was doing and blinked himself out of it, and focused on Aleksandra's awkwardness.

So he just grunted his bemused agreement, and stepped up next to her, facing the table rather than mirror. He listened, patiently, as she described her worry, about the maids. In the meantime, he picked up the khopesh and flipped it this way and that; now that he had some actual interest, whatwith someone else knowing about it, he could get the idea of how to use it.

"Hmmm... well, that's your advantage, for one. Most of the maids are relatively young, and we do teach them more than you think. You're still a bit of an outsider- most maids know how to use a knife, and know a good bit about cooking, healing, et cetera. You'd be surprised; they teach themselves all kinds of things in their free time, and we don't bother to stop them. But that's true; they've been led to believe that. Which would make them all the more potent; teach them how to act, how to fake, how to sneak, how to be confident. I might even let you beat me as a display for them."

Whirling around the khopesh with the practiced ease of a master swordsmen, he narrowly missed her as he swung about, precise and knowing of where he was swinging.

After a moment, he straightened, and mimed sheathing it, with a flourish, flashing a grin at her.

"You can start after the next feast. I'll have a dozen maids picked out by then, and I'll throw in a couple boys who've been itching to learn how to fight. Some male assassins wouldn't be unwelcome, for intimidation. It'd take a while for a women to really intimidate a man, see, they'd have to start with some examples. Your girls can assassinate, and my boys can do the info-gettin', where rougher measures are needed."

He held out his off hand, for a handshake.

"Train me some assassins, and you'll get the Noxan throne to support you, eh? I might even make you the Royal Assassin," he added, as if she wasn't already- and he knew it.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

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and then me and Savi are over here texting