WittyWolf

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@JG

Titan quickly lifted his arm and pulled back his left sleeve. He typed away, activating multiple Gears around the area. A few flashing words showed on his screens, which filled him with a bit of dread. Arcane and Psychic Phenomenon Detected flashed along the video feed. He switched to the live view, to see a confusing sight. He walked out of the doorway, finally having enough with the cramped building. "Look JG, these people.. The girl with the pink hair is a contract of mine. The large wolf creature the other target! But this does seem a bit too much for me, I mean us, to handle."

He closed the door behind the both of them as JG followed Titan out of the door. Worried about the smaller girl's health, Titan searched high and low for a possible escape rout from their current predicament of being caught in a crossfire.

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The wolf's mind was too primal and disconnected. The most this telepath would gleam from the beast's mind was a blood lust and a few snippets of memory between Silas the human and Akkina. A deep rattling growl once again started, growing with intensity as his chops lifted, baring deadly fangs at the centered bounty hunter. It seemed enemies were all around the beast this time. The human had once again let him out once more into a hell.

He began to stalk in a circle once more, moving past Kyato, sniffing him here and there about his person, before moving on around the two men that created the poles of this encounter. The human in the middle seemed to have confidence and skill, making him a worthy opponent. Wolf-Silas squared his paws and his head went low as he roared at the man, quite unlike the normal wolf.

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@Alamantus
I never saw a rule about post frequency, is there? o.o

Closed.

@Legion02
Same with Gregory, since he's the second Chaser and an upperclassman to Sarah

Edge of Tamriel - Aetherium

Metosi scratched at his chin for a moment, thinking of what they should do next. The town was starting to bustle and if they wanted to make a discreet exit without the whole town talking, the time was drawing close. "Let's get this decided, all in favor of going to the general store now, then taking our leave forthwith, say aye." The Dunmer figured a democratic approach would be best, but doubted that would last very long. They needed an authority and Metosi was leaning on supporting Ka-Vara as their group leader. "Ka-Vara, what do you think?" he asked the silent companion. He noted Ka-Vara's vigilant demeanor and decided to check his surroundings as well.

The last thing he wanted were those Nords to appear and start trouble.

Action: trying to come to a consensus, check surroundings for danger or important happenings.

Edge of Tamriel - Aetherium

We have to decide, were you guys drinking wine, mead, or ale? The Nords were probably too drunk and just assumed we were all drinking the same thing after looking at Qa'Ra's cup.

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@The Slenderman
Doesn't matter to the transformed werewolf. He just knows that the two have been threats and/or large sources of anger for Silas. This is basically a highly aggressive, apex-predator animal. And mother-fucking magical. And cannot be harmed by normal bullets or most kinds of damage, with rapid regeneration, high physical strength and speed, and all those fun and terrifying traits of the werewolf. However, I do not know the lunar cycles of the Marketplace right now, so not too sure how strong the transformed Silas should be.

Downside, Silas loses his freaking mind and cannot use his normal skills, such as combat and magic. He's metal AF right now.

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@GingerBoi123@The Slenderman

Silas grit his teeth, biting back a protest. It seemed priorities had changed with the arrival of this latest bounty hunter. Knowing he couldn't protect both himself and Akkina, he quickly chanted a spell while Kyato and Raven verbally sparred. The familiar spell of protection shimmered into existence around Akkina, while he put a foot on her sword and kicked back, sliding it over to her. With that out of the way, he unbuckled his sword belt and took off his quiver, throwing it towards Randy. "Keep those safe for me, Randy. Secondly, I'd suggest running."

With that, Silas reached deep within himself and broke the shackles he kept around his heart. The rage and pain he'd kept from his conscious thoughts bubbled over, finally breaking a self-made seal. "QUICKLY!" he roared, his voice layered with a second tone, almost like a beast's roar. Thus his transformation started. His eyes stayed golden, while his skin began darkening. His hair grew longer and ragged. His body itself made cracking noises as his bone structure contorted into a new monstrous figure. He fell onto hands that were no longer hands but paws with wickedly long claws. His legs grew longer and his knees made sickening pops as the joints reversed. He screamed as his face elongated and his nose and jaw bones elongated.

Within half a minute, Silas had gone from man to lycan, fully assuming his wolf form. What was once Silas had a hate-filled gaze, aimed squarely at Raven. The Wolf howled in a hair-raising volume and saliva dripped from his maw. A deep and threatening growl emanated from the beast's throat as he began to circle around Kyato, who'd gone into the fray ahead of Silas before. The beast looked between Raven and Kyato, waiting for one or both of them to make a move. The three made a loose triangle in the middle of the street, which had suddenly vacated. Interested spectators had fled once they had seen Silas's final transformation, scared out of their minds for their lives.

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@JG
Titan never saw JG's childish behavior, so absorbed was he in the search of a good weapon. With such a delicate figure, he wanted her to have some sort of personal protection and security. There was no better way he knew than having a solid blade in your hands. He noticed her watching him as he had searched through his coat. She could have counted the number, but they were a confusing set of pouches and pockets, more often than not the two stitched together. When she asked him for a loan, he could have laughed, but this time he knew her to be serious.

"I truly have no need of it JG, it's yours." Rafael insisted, waving away her insistence of giving back the knife. Hearing her predicament, a few ideas churned into motion as to how to help her. The large man wondered if the girl minded jewelry, not seeing any on her hands, face, or ears. He'd have to tinker with his Gears, but he imagined he could find something to help the girl out. His muscle suddenly cramped and he gave a slight growl at the muscle lock-up. "Now, can we please leave?" I truly hate this establishment, at the moment."

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@The Slenderman@GingerBoi123

Silas felt himself momentarily fill with anger, but quickly breathed it out. "Kouh and Wolf, it was a pleasure, but I must take my leave! Find us if you want for company!" he shouted back at the pair, following Randy and passing him after half the distance. Before he'd fully stopped, Silas had his sword drawn and the point tucked under Kyato's chin. "Move away from my Akkina, you dog!" Silas's eyes momentarily flashed a brilliant burnished copper, but his nails had turned black and pointed. His arm seemed to almost vibrate with how much he fought against his own impulses to just murder the man in front of him. "Back away now!"

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@JGthanks man, it's at Toys R Us, if anyone knows what that is

@GingerBoi123

My boy used to work in the warehouse of one those! Said it was crazy easy to mark up items as damaged and get shit on the low.

YOU GOT THIS!!!! >:D

Closed.

Gregory Jones

Location: Train to Hogwarts
Interacting:Eva @WhiteStar19

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Gregory's hat followed his head as he nodded in agreement. It would be much better for them and in turn, for Greg. He was always worried about them, still in Newark without a man in the house. What if someone broke in while they were home and he wasn't there to protect them? He tried not to think about those kinds of things too much, they just made everything worse than it actually was. "You're right, I know it, you obviously know it. Doesn't mean I can't have nice happy thoughts about the prick walking into a woodchipper." He grinned at this thought, as if he'd found a twenty underneath his pillow from the tooth fairy. "Hey, I learned how to tie my shoes at least five minutes before I met you, swear to God and on my ma's grave," he joked, kissing his free hand and moving it in the pattern of the cross in front of his chest.

Gregory snorted when Eva said he couldn't live without her. However much it felt like he was missing his better half, he'd never admit it to his best friend. To put that on top of her being his Captain, oh he'd never live it down! It'd be the cherry on top of the whip-cream, to complete her ego sundae. At news of what her father thought of him, Slick's eyebrows shot up in surprise and bit of indignant hurt. "He should come and see the real scum of Hogwarts! A dirty Jersey boy like me is nothing compared to say... Lucas or Kemp." But his fingers had stopped for a moment, frozen by the surprise at hearing her father's honest opinion of him. He hadn't expected such a harsh judgement. "What horror stories have you been telling them, huh?"

Gregory had pulled her forward on the seat, so she was more in front of him and he didn't have to reach behind her. Eva sure had a high pain tolerance, that was for sure. "He's got one thing right, I am the bad influence out of the two us. The only difference between you and me, is that I actually listen to good sense and you have it." He grinned back at her, perfectly hiding the little amount of hurt he felt hearing that. To most people, if he wasn't a mudblood he was most definitely a hoodlum. Eva being one of the exceptions. Her next question nearly made him blush, though! Maybe she was indeed the bad influence. But Gregory felt a little obliged to answer when he felt her intense stare boring into the top of his head.

"You want the details? You got 'em. First, you need to stop leaning back dammnit. I'm trying to loosen you up so it's easier to pop you back in. Second, I didn't sleep with such a plethora of women, I'll have you know! Third-," at that moment, Greg brought his right thumb over the protruding joint, lifted and turned her arm until he felt it slide up to the socket, and then slowly pushed. Eva would definitely feel the pain, until he heard an audible pop from her shoulder. It was in! And probably a huge relief, Gregory had knocked his own shoulder out a few times during some scraps and knew the whole ordeal was damn painful. Pretty soon it might be his party trick to pop the damn thing out and in with ease. "Third, you're all fixed up." He smiled broadly, happy that he managed to help out Eva. "But if you really must know, it was one girl. A smoking hot latina one of my boys hooked me up with at a party. Other than that, a gentleman never tells." Which was complete bullshit, but he'd spare her the lurid details, for her own mental health. He sat back and looked at her face, which seemed to have a faint flush, which worried him. He tipped back his hate at the front brim, so he could get a better look at her face. "You okay, Eve? You're lookin' a little flushed, still in pain?"

Charles Kemp

Location: Train to Hogwarts
Interacting:Lucas @WhiteStar19 Johnson @HushedWhispers

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Charles took his right hand off of the paper to clutch to his chest theatrically. "Oh, that truly huurts, Lucas," he feigned in a convincing tone of petulance and unhappiness. His eyes were wide as he looked at Lucas, as if questioning how he could say such awful things. Then he was laughing, a throaty chuckle that was a bit contagious. "I don't buy my way into success, Lucas. You should know that. You have to take what you want for it be of any worth, not just throw money at it. Although you wouldn't know anything about true sacrifice, would you Weston?" He delivered this statement with a playfully raised eyebrow and a challenging smirk. He nearly laughed at Johnson and his nearly puppy-like agreement, nodding at his master's every word. Or nearly as pathetic, but Charles didn't let such opinions color his face.

They always seemed to think he solved every problem with his wealth, but that was simply not the case. Most of his achievements and awards had been achieved through hard work and talent, as well as his early magic schooling. It was probably easier for them to believe what they wanted to, seeing themselves not measuring up to an underclassmen. "I didn't do it to flaunt my wealth, I did it took make my life easier as only I can. My driver didn't ask me if I wished for him to follow me, he simply did. The same with my luggage. Jeffrey is a remarkable servant after all. And the car, isn't it just amazing? Not at all like those dirty muggle things, it doesn't produce any carbon emissions and runs solely on charm work! A project my father wanted me to test drive."

He wouldn't deny to these two that he had paid a bit of the staff and students here and there to keep hush about sensitive matters. Or that he threatened others for the same effect. He had the power over these sheep, so he used it, simple as that. Johnson seemed to have asked him a question, making Charles come out of his short reverie. He had zoned into his own world when Lucas decided it was an appropriate time for a wardrobe change. "Oh Johnson, you should know better than I what great things might come of this year," Charles said with a hint of meaning, being subtle for the fourth and unknown boy. "Other than that, I plan to take first rank in the scholastic scores. Secondly, it's my belief that this year my team will take the House Cup this year. They face some extraordinary penalties otherwise."

After that last statement, Charles was once again enjoying the thought of putting people in their place. He shook out the paper to give it rigidity once more and began reading again.