Oh sorry. I don't want to get banned for swearing too much.
But, riddle me this. How much do we have to wait on Shikaru?
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Muthaf....!!!
Oh sorry. I don't want to get banned for swearing too much.
But, riddle me this. How much do we have to wait on Shikaru?
Oh sorry. I don't want to get banned for swearing too much.
But, riddle me this. How much do we have to wait on Shikaru?
Alrighty then......
Seriously, I want to go back in time and kill certain people.
Ok. Cool. I think they would get along.
Btw, Joan was 16 when she was publicly burned alive.
What kind of a fucked up people burns a 16 year old????!!!
Fucking hell.
Btw, Joan was 16 when she was publicly burned alive.
What kind of a fucked up people burns a 16 year old????!!!
Fucking hell.
ty.
You know I haven't seen any transformers played since 1989. Bravo.
Is Joan in this rp???
You know I haven't seen any transformers played since 1989. Bravo.
Is Joan in this rp???
Trembling, the black-clad vampire dropped to his knees. The fear, the pain that he drank, was exactly what he felt, and it was intense, like a mouthful of red peppers. He was stunned with fear. Tears came to his eyes as he cried out against the feeling of agony assailing him. His hands shook and he grabbed onto the floor for dear safety. "It can't be... it can't be!" He kept uttering to himself, denying his visions. Mithais shook his head, trying to fight off the emotions as Bob had a good laugh. What Bob had said had been true. Surely, Mithias had been a fool.
Moments later, his adrenalin had kicked in, and Mithias slowly opened his eyes. Sneering and bearing his fangs, still trembling, his voice a low growl, he spoke. "No mortal..." He brought up one leg, defiantly attempting to stand, "...doesn't... know suffering." He growled and got up, looking much more adversarial than before.
Moments later, his adrenalin had kicked in, and Mithias slowly opened his eyes. Sneering and bearing his fangs, still trembling, his voice a low growl, he spoke. "No mortal..." He brought up one leg, defiantly attempting to stand, "...doesn't... know suffering." He growled and got up, looking much more adversarial than before.
Name: Eclipse
Nickname: none.
Age: 237
Gender: male
Abilities: Flight, light/holy magic, planar travel, anti-chaos/evil, yadda yadda.
Species: Aasimar/half-angel
Appearance(s):
From: an old pathfinder game
Other: Eclipse is a paladin in service to the supreme 'good' and lawful (opposite of chaos) god/goddess, whoever that might be in this world... no idea. He's a bringer of order, structure, aid for the weary, a protector of the weak and innocent, and a most relentless and ideal servant to the cause of righteousness. You must have stirred up a lot of trouble to gain his attention.
Nickname: none.
Age: 237
Gender: male
Abilities: Flight, light/holy magic, planar travel, anti-chaos/evil, yadda yadda.
Species: Aasimar/half-angel
Appearance(s):
From: an old pathfinder game
Other: Eclipse is a paladin in service to the supreme 'good' and lawful (opposite of chaos) god/goddess, whoever that might be in this world... no idea. He's a bringer of order, structure, aid for the weary, a protector of the weak and innocent, and a most relentless and ideal servant to the cause of righteousness. You must have stirred up a lot of trouble to gain his attention.
*goes back into kitchen, hoping his next drink won't get tossed*
CreedTheChimera said
You are tackled by a man in a black trench coat, holding a gun to your head. "STATE YOUR NAME RANK AND INTENT!" He yells, before being knocked out by a bottle to the head."Sorry about him, he's having... flashes..." The other new person says.
"Gyahh!!" O.O
*falls over, spills drink*
*turns around, panting and alarmed, looking at the new person* "What?! What the..? I swear she said she was 18!!"
Mithias blinks a moment. Looking 'up' he sees the orc happily back to a table. Some angel was picking herself off the 'floor' not too far away. He looks skeptically back to Bob, then to his cup, allowing it to come closer to him as the flames die down slightly. "Pure fear, and suffering..." He repeated.
So he wasn't dead, but he was certainly far from the world he thought he had come from. Maybe he had been poisoned. Maybe he was being mind-controlled despite his efforts to resist. Freaking out or getting angry wasn't going to be at all productive. There was but one way to learn.
Mithias cast his vision over the light liquid to read Bob's expression as he lifted the mug. The drink still flickered dangerously. The sparkling being merely maintained his toothy smile and nodded. If he wasn't dead, and the drink was what the being in front of him said it was, then drinking it might very well be the end of him. Mithias held it aloft as if in toast to his host. "Taker of souls." He said. The vampire was nothing after 800 years, if not willing to risk the unexpected or the terrible. Closing his eyes, he brought the mug down and drank deeply.
Dropping the mug... onto the ceiling, he winced and clutched his chest in a futile attempt to contain a painful burning sensation.
So he wasn't dead, but he was certainly far from the world he thought he had come from. Maybe he had been poisoned. Maybe he was being mind-controlled despite his efforts to resist. Freaking out or getting angry wasn't going to be at all productive. There was but one way to learn.
Mithias cast his vision over the light liquid to read Bob's expression as he lifted the mug. The drink still flickered dangerously. The sparkling being merely maintained his toothy smile and nodded. If he wasn't dead, and the drink was what the being in front of him said it was, then drinking it might very well be the end of him. Mithias held it aloft as if in toast to his host. "Taker of souls." He said. The vampire was nothing after 800 years, if not willing to risk the unexpected or the terrible. Closing his eyes, he brought the mug down and drank deeply.
Dropping the mug... onto the ceiling, he winced and clutched his chest in a futile attempt to contain a painful burning sensation.
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