This is right up my ally. In fact, you could just join my rp.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact-accepting/ooc
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact-accepting/ooc
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STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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This thing ever get off the ground?
Are you allowing any fantasy elements into this rp, or is it strictly "realisitc."
@Holy Soldier It's ok. This will make for a far more interesting first meeting. At least we will having something to do until PKMNBoy moves the plot along.
Mithias *is* a vampire, and technically, nobody showed up to deal with him.
You may try if that is in character for you.
Yeah, I hate to be pushy, but could you several people who are taking over a week to post, please sit down and dedicate some actual time to this rp? It keeps getting put off.
At this point, I'm glad to see any kind of action.
One of the two guards stepped closer with his flashlight. Mithias could easily hear the conversation on the radio in his hand. He walked past the pile of weapons and told his friend to check them out while he dealt with the newcomer. Shining the light on Mithias, he immediately jumped when he saw the skin color, the eye color... Keeping his gun ready and putting on a brave facade, he spoke, "Sir. I don't know why you look like that, but to me, you look infected. Now I don't know what's going on with you, and why you'd be able to talk, but I can not let you into this compound if you're a risk for us. You make one sudden move, and I'll be forced to shoot ya."
Mithias blinked. "It's alright. I don't need entry into your compound. I only request an exchange of information. You humans have to do what you have to do, and I understand that."
The guard swallowed. This guy just admitted to not being human.
Mithias continued unphased. "Who is in charge of this place?"
The other guard commented on the pile the stranger had brought. "Jesus." It was a nice stash. Ammunition was precious. Of course, he had heard what was being said by the other two and promptly interrupted them. "Now hold on." He walked over as well with an authoritative stance. "... Sir, I'm afraid we don't know you and don't exactly want you to know everything about us. We've got questions for you too."
Mithias saw how his arms twitched, the way he was holding his weapons, and like an old knight, he knew this opponent was getting ready to pull something.
"Now get on the ground. Now. I'll tell you when you can move."
Brows furrowed. This was going a little too far. Mithias wasn't prepared to reduce himself to helplessness and hissed under his breath. The street was open and windswept behind him in the darkness, pavement glimmering like seawater in starlight. Disappointed, he slowly began to turn away.
"I said don't move!"
A shot rang out, and Mithias dropped to the ground.
"Ted! The fuck you doin?" The one guard thought Ted had overreacted.
"Shut it. You want him bringing more?" Ted replied scathingly.
Gun ready, Ted approached the still and lifeless form of Mithias. It was the last thing he did.
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Claire's radio chirped back at the compound. "We need backup! Ted's a gonner!" A frantic voice was heard as the other guard retreated back behind the gate.
Mithias blinked. "It's alright. I don't need entry into your compound. I only request an exchange of information. You humans have to do what you have to do, and I understand that."
The guard swallowed. This guy just admitted to not being human.
Mithias continued unphased. "Who is in charge of this place?"
The other guard commented on the pile the stranger had brought. "Jesus." It was a nice stash. Ammunition was precious. Of course, he had heard what was being said by the other two and promptly interrupted them. "Now hold on." He walked over as well with an authoritative stance. "... Sir, I'm afraid we don't know you and don't exactly want you to know everything about us. We've got questions for you too."
Mithias saw how his arms twitched, the way he was holding his weapons, and like an old knight, he knew this opponent was getting ready to pull something.
"Now get on the ground. Now. I'll tell you when you can move."
Brows furrowed. This was going a little too far. Mithias wasn't prepared to reduce himself to helplessness and hissed under his breath. The street was open and windswept behind him in the darkness, pavement glimmering like seawater in starlight. Disappointed, he slowly began to turn away.
"I said don't move!"
A shot rang out, and Mithias dropped to the ground.
"Ted! The fuck you doin?" The one guard thought Ted had overreacted.
"Shut it. You want him bringing more?" Ted replied scathingly.
Gun ready, Ted approached the still and lifeless form of Mithias. It was the last thing he did.
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Claire's radio chirped back at the compound. "We need backup! Ted's a gonner!" A frantic voice was heard as the other guard retreated back behind the gate.
Ilyndriel nods. So Isaac needed a sword. In a world like this, that was understandable. Ilyndriel's power however was to heal wounds, not cause them, but perhaps her newfound friends would get hurt and need her help. They seemed like lost souls, much like herself. She'd help them. She jumped into the portal as well.
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