xD Man you know the RP is always open to you!
Hop on the discord channel as well.
Hop on the discord channel as well.
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Perhaps I should change my dp after 5 years.......nah too lazeh
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Might as well put something up here huh?
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Alright should have my post up by today. Gonna move us to the next day where the mentoring will start.
Hey Kiki, spots are indeed still open. And like Fallen has said the RP is a bit relaxed and slow paced but we are a tight community.
Here is the link to our discord channel
discord.gg/KYAdpU7u
Hop on in, have some tea, some biscuits, maybe some virgin sacrifices. All the good stuff.
Here is the link to our discord channel
discord.gg/KYAdpU7u
Hop on in, have some tea, some biscuits, maybe some virgin sacrifices. All the good stuff.
We got a spot still open! =D
Kanon's team had spotted the group of Asylums before they had stepped foot inside the deadzone. This was a strange predicament, the Asylum thought as he mulled over what to do. If it was a bunch of exploring students, that would make sense. Why are a group of Asylums making their way to the deadzone and based on their route, its almost as if they are doing so consciously. This trail of thought posed a problem.
"Is it one of the researchers?" Kanon thought to himself before shaking his head as if to answer his own question. Whenever a research team came they made sure to alert Kanon and his team along with strict instructions to leave the site. These unannounced Asylums were an unknown variable. He had little to no idea what was going on or what exactly he was defending, unlike his previous missions here he received no intel or information and was simply instructed to defend with discretion. "How the hell do I do that?" Kanon grunted as he finally stood and took the path that would place him right in front of the unknown Asylums with his team flanking them at each side.
It didn't take long for them to do exactly that. Kanon didn't make any attempts at an assault or any form of intimidation strategy, instead he simply waved at the group of unknowns, letting them see he wasn't wielding a weapon along with the roman numerical on his forearm that authenticated his status as an Asylum.
"Hello there, nice weather we are having here. One might say this is the perfect 'take a stroll in the park' weather! The name is Kanon." The Asylum greeted them, extending his hand to clasp it with the others. In terms of appearance Kanon wasn't anything special, in fact he was painfully average in almost every regard. The type that would blend in and be invisible to others, the perfect assassin who walks in daylight.
"I hate to be blunt but you see I have a rather important question, why are you here?" The man replied, not a hint of aggression or violence in his tone, just a simple question. All the while his team had already camped at every exit point, making retreat impossible if Kanon deems these Asylums....a threat.
"Is it one of the researchers?" Kanon thought to himself before shaking his head as if to answer his own question. Whenever a research team came they made sure to alert Kanon and his team along with strict instructions to leave the site. These unannounced Asylums were an unknown variable. He had little to no idea what was going on or what exactly he was defending, unlike his previous missions here he received no intel or information and was simply instructed to defend with discretion. "How the hell do I do that?" Kanon grunted as he finally stood and took the path that would place him right in front of the unknown Asylums with his team flanking them at each side.
It didn't take long for them to do exactly that. Kanon didn't make any attempts at an assault or any form of intimidation strategy, instead he simply waved at the group of unknowns, letting them see he wasn't wielding a weapon along with the roman numerical on his forearm that authenticated his status as an Asylum.
"Hello there, nice weather we are having here. One might say this is the perfect 'take a stroll in the park' weather! The name is Kanon." The Asylum greeted them, extending his hand to clasp it with the others. In terms of appearance Kanon wasn't anything special, in fact he was painfully average in almost every regard. The type that would blend in and be invisible to others, the perfect assassin who walks in daylight.
"I hate to be blunt but you see I have a rather important question, why are you here?" The man replied, not a hint of aggression or violence in his tone, just a simple question. All the while his team had already camped at every exit point, making retreat impossible if Kanon deems these Asylums....a threat.
Hey there Pie. Yes we have spots open. =D Let me know if you have any questions!
I'll have a post up by tomorrow.
-THE DEAD ZONE-
Kanon observed his bleak surroundings as his daily patrol commenced. Eight years of battle experience in one of the most distinguished Asylum regiments and they reassigned him to watch grass grow. He casually rubbed at a scar on his cheek, a reminder of his time in Peru where he assassinated a would-be usurper vying for power. Unlike most Asylums, the Wolf Brigade was one that relied least in alchemy. They were trained extensively, almost inhumanely in the arts of weaponry, hand to hand, sabotage, escape artistry etc. They were the only squad that operated in the open; carrying day light assassinations, prison breaks, hostage rescue, kidnapping. You name it. And now one of their prestigious members was smoking a cheap cigar while told to patrol along with four other members of his team.
Kanon's gaze took in his surroundings, there was nothing conspicuous here other than the whole, 'impossible to cast alchemy' bit. His superiors didn't deem him intelligent or trust worthy enough to explain the reasoning behind it, he was a soldier after all and he simply needed to follow orders. That however didn't satiate his curiosity. How did this dead zone come to be? Why is it in a specified area? Why is no one else aware of it? Why is A.M.R.O keeping it under guard?
"There is nothing here..." Kanon spoke to himself as he looked from left to right. It was just one big pasture ground but without the goats. No hills, no point of interest, just flat fertile ground across a perimeter that was roughly a mile in diameter. But he of course knew there was something more. There had been countless times his superiors would show up and dismiss his team and him. They would enter the deadzone and leave without explanation. One thing was for sure, this place made him uncomfortable.
After a quick jog across the perimeter, making sure to greet his squad mates spread across, Kanon finally returned to his point of defense. Mounting his .950 caliber rifle. Strong enough to rip through a tank, your face and probably kill your mother as well.
"Time to get to work Kanon boy," The Asylum spoke to himself as his body grew still and he became the 'Wolf'.
Kanon observed his bleak surroundings as his daily patrol commenced. Eight years of battle experience in one of the most distinguished Asylum regiments and they reassigned him to watch grass grow. He casually rubbed at a scar on his cheek, a reminder of his time in Peru where he assassinated a would-be usurper vying for power. Unlike most Asylums, the Wolf Brigade was one that relied least in alchemy. They were trained extensively, almost inhumanely in the arts of weaponry, hand to hand, sabotage, escape artistry etc. They were the only squad that operated in the open; carrying day light assassinations, prison breaks, hostage rescue, kidnapping. You name it. And now one of their prestigious members was smoking a cheap cigar while told to patrol along with four other members of his team.
Kanon's gaze took in his surroundings, there was nothing conspicuous here other than the whole, 'impossible to cast alchemy' bit. His superiors didn't deem him intelligent or trust worthy enough to explain the reasoning behind it, he was a soldier after all and he simply needed to follow orders. That however didn't satiate his curiosity. How did this dead zone come to be? Why is it in a specified area? Why is no one else aware of it? Why is A.M.R.O keeping it under guard?
"There is nothing here..." Kanon spoke to himself as he looked from left to right. It was just one big pasture ground but without the goats. No hills, no point of interest, just flat fertile ground across a perimeter that was roughly a mile in diameter. But he of course knew there was something more. There had been countless times his superiors would show up and dismiss his team and him. They would enter the deadzone and leave without explanation. One thing was for sure, this place made him uncomfortable.
After a quick jog across the perimeter, making sure to greet his squad mates spread across, Kanon finally returned to his point of defense. Mounting his .950 caliber rifle. Strong enough to rip through a tank, your face and probably kill your mother as well.
"Time to get to work Kanon boy," The Asylum spoke to himself as his body grew still and he became the 'Wolf'.
I summon the bump!
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