YungTweak

Our Love is Psychotic | Seeking a female character!

Very much interested and I'll be sending you a PM!

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Sorry that I seemingly disappeared. Personal things came up and I had no access to internet for some time.

Regardless, I regret to inform all of you that I must drop out of this RP.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

I like the idea but I can also very much see a group of thieves all knowing thieves' cant. I think I'm going to leave Bark as not knowing the language simply because he isn't much one for exerting unnecessary effort when he can already achieve his needs, though the hider isn't necessary for me if you'd prefer not to have it, as I can work around that myself.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

The sorcerer across the room had responded to Bark's screams with mockery and this had only began to infuriate him and make the intense howls within his head so much louder. They continued to speak for him momentarily, Justin still shouting at the top of his lungs toward the spell caster. What suitable thought in the man's head could not determine why he was doing what he did, other than the fact that he was simultaneously frightened and pissed off. The schizophrenic convict started to calm as an adjacent voice beckoned to him and soothed the voices that yelled both at and for him. He turned to face the young girl, giving a long sigh. Soon enough, it was completely quiet again, and it seems that a solid distraction was enough to smooth things over. In this case, anyway.

"I'm crazy, don't mind me", Justin let out, seemingly exhausted by his own behavior, "...I think, I think he's practicing spellwork over there. He was making weird symbols, strange movements. I saw him direct the energy over here, y'know? I think he's trying to fuck with me, I don't know! I just don't like it, I don't like him", Justin paused momentarily and looked the girl over. He hoped that this was reasonable enough explanation as to not scare her, for both reasons of common decency and how she could be particularly useful. Justin would generally feel bad if he had frightened her.

"Tis' why they call me Bark, yeah?", He simply explained, "I'm like a dog, I got good ears and eyes. I hear and see things that most people don't."

With that, Justin turned and moved toward the center of his cell. He was tired and although the thoughts moving through his mind were at a slower pace, they were very sporadic. The man removed his cloak, setting it on the floor as a ground cover of sorts. He followed this action by removing the boots from his feet and setting them aside before bringing himself to a sitting position on top of the cloak. Justin figured that he might as well get comfortable if he wasn't going to pass out just yet. With hands folded in lap, he took deep and deliberate breaths to try and focus himself, closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry, miss... uhh...", Justin proclaimed to the girl in the cell beside him in an attempt to apologize, before trailing off as he realized that he had never learned her name.

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I'll send you a PM shortly! I'm very interested in doing 'The Traveler' RP.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

I'll be making a post regarding Justin's response to Harmony and Lautrec shortly.

Probably should have done it sooner but I was expecting posts from others and didn't want to clog the page just yet lol.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

@Peaceless Sorry about misunderstanding the shiv thing. In general I feel like my post was kind of unsequenced as well, but not terribly so or anything.

Predicting the interactions between characters, I foresee some hilarious tomfoolery.

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Justin Bark

Royal Complex Dungeons

The dungeon was no strange sight for Justin. Although he had never been able to call this particular holding complex a home of his, the professional lawbreaker had come across a few in his time. There was a saying relating to overcoming seemingly impossible odds that flashed through the man's mind, though he didn't put much thought into it. In fact, he couldn't really think of much beyond the basic things that he felt at the present moment, considering how hard he was coming down from the Dust. It was as if he were going in slow motion and sobriety was bringing an intense tiredness. He couldn't even make himself eat the porridge that wait for him, despite the fact that he hadn't eaten all day. Besides, Justin knew that even career criminals wouldn't be locked up forever for what he had done. Depending on the guards, or perhaps the magistrate presiding over them, he could even get out on a promised bribe or something of the sort. However... this was the Royal Complex, which he wasn't quite sure what he was doing inside of in the first place. Maybe they had finally grown tired of Justin's activities in their city? The passing idea made Justin consider the possibility of resistance to be more plausible.

Although the guards had taken Justin's belongings, they left him with his clothes. Even his syringe was missing, which Justin was furious about, to say the least. Having become used to this route of administration, he would do anything to get another once he was free. It was no doubt in his mind that the guards would pawn the item off, along with his other valuables. The grieving addict tried not to worry about this too much, seeing as it was simply not the time. He let loose a deep sigh and gave a long look over his surroundings, deciding to scrutinize what detail of the surrounding he could before he got too tired and decided to get comfortable. Who knows, perhaps there was an obvious escape route just waiting. Opening the door was just the first step but a step in the right direction regardless.

Justin's attention was first drawn to the cell next to his, containing a girl who looked very young. This brought Justin to raise his brow and maintain a slightly confused look on his face, especially since he was watching her toy with some sort of mechanism, likely a lockpick of some sort. Even as a ruffian in his youth, he could not have imagined doing something so heinous as to end up here. So, this in-plain-sight escape route may have simply been delivered by the Maker. He huffed and sputtered out a small cough before summoning up the words to address this girl, who had began waving at folks who were settled across from them.

"Oi, kid. I don't know who ya' are but ya' look crafty and got something of definite use in 'yer possession", Justin plainly stated, referring to the metallic rod, "...give us some time to work up some details and we can think about getting these doors open, yeah? Maker's blessing if ya' get past the guards on 'yer own, after all". Justin's head was starting to pound and he felt as if he could just fall asleep on the spot, though he was focusing what energy he had left to think about his words and plan of action rather deliberately. Surely, the girl would be able to sense the aggravated tone to his voice, though if she were perceptive enough, be able to recognize that this was either not normal or it simply wasn't aggravation out of hostility. Justin considered this himself.

"Hells, where are my manners? Justin Bark at your service, young lady. General Serviceman for hire. Now, I ain't tryna' tell you what to do or anything like that, mind you. I just figured I'd let ya' know what's goin' on and well... I'll be here to talk it over if you need more convincing". Justin gave another slight cough before offering a curt nod to the young woman and turning his attention to those across from them whom she had waved at.

He looked over to the couple who shared a cell. He thought this to be peculiar, as any proper jailer would not make such a mistake in a high risk dungeon such as this. He looked them over curiously, attempting to discern whether they could be a help or a hinderance. Something about the woman called out to Justin, as she not only struck him a career criminal due to the appearance but she had a particularly interesting aura about her. Justin offered the two a nod and then paid particular attention to the woman as he gave out a high pitched whistle. The bird call... because what do birds do? They fly high.

Justin's attention darted to the cell next to them and he soon spotted the man making symbols on the floor and moving his body in erratic patterns, observing the ritual whilst keeping an ear out for a whistle back or any sort of response from those around him. Bark could not make much sense of the practice, though he did notice that the man made a particular focus on this direction. Justin didn't like it. Voices began calling in his mind, warning him of the dark magic that was unfolding. He could not discern whether the whispers warned him of a curse or another terrible spell.

Regardless, the voices in his head started getting loud. Louder than anything. They consumed his mind and started shouting for him.

"LISTEN HERE YOU FUCKIN' SPINELESS CUR, DON'T YOU DARE PUT YOUR DAMNED DARK MAGICS ON ME! WHAT ARE YA'!? A BLOOD WITCH!? A DEMON IN DISGUISE!? MAKER HELP YOU SHOULD I GET IN YOUR CELL, DEMON. EVEN A CURSE WON'T STOP ME!!"

Rats in the Mall

Stats updated in Clan Sheet

Rats in the Mall

I'll adjust my Clan stats here soon in preparation for the RP.