I'm pretty sure people know his name, if that's what you're asking.
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@Leolycan hey dude are you alive?
Mr. Black stiffly placed a hand on Leon's shoulder, "Oh, it is okay to be honest about it, nobody's going to arrest you for taking part in a little smuggling. After all, we're all fictional here. Ha. Ha.", Mr. Black drew his arm back, "Yes, if you could give me the contact information for your-", Mr. Black made air quotes, "-associates, that would be extremely helpful. Thank you."
Mr. Black paused as he processed this information. Mr. Black looked at Leon. Greasy dreadlocks. Relatively light facial hair. Yellow eyes. Likely of African descent. Identifying scars over left eye, left cheek, right side of nose. Did not appear to be ritual scarring. Skin tone did not match Yoruba or Maasai peoples, dreadlocks likely did not have cultural significance. No visible identifying marks from known criminal syndicates. Likely hailed from northern African or American country. Hint of an English accent pointed towards Africa. Obviously somewhat wealthy, but likely newly wealthy given apparent extravagance, egotism, and lack of taste. Aversion to direct confrontation, but also a desire to show off. Mr. Black did not know of anyone with these characteristics on Interpol's wanted list. All signs pointed to a man who had recently made it in the underworld, a small fry riding high on his success. Perhaps a name would help.
"By the way, I do not think we have met previously. Are you new here."
Mr. Black paused as he processed this information. Mr. Black looked at Leon. Greasy dreadlocks. Relatively light facial hair. Yellow eyes. Likely of African descent. Identifying scars over left eye, left cheek, right side of nose. Did not appear to be ritual scarring. Skin tone did not match Yoruba or Maasai peoples, dreadlocks likely did not have cultural significance. No visible identifying marks from known criminal syndicates. Likely hailed from northern African or American country. Hint of an English accent pointed towards Africa. Obviously somewhat wealthy, but likely newly wealthy given apparent extravagance, egotism, and lack of taste. Aversion to direct confrontation, but also a desire to show off. Mr. Black did not know of anyone with these characteristics on Interpol's wanted list. All signs pointed to a man who had recently made it in the underworld, a small fry riding high on his success. Perhaps a name would help.
"By the way, I do not think we have met previously. Are you new here."
"Oh, the festivities are wonderful. I am enjoying this immensely.", Mr. Black said unconvincingly. Mr. Black was not enjoying this immensely. Mr. Black did not enjoy anything immensely. Mr. Black's level of enjoyment never went above very mild amusement, which in itself was very rare. Mr. Black did not tell people this. He scanned the table, and sure enough there were platters of immensely-gamey zebra meat, tough-as-leather elephant, and then another platter of what he could only assume was dragon, though Mr. Black could not read the label from where he was standing. Mr. Black looked back to Leon.
"You are a smuggler, then.", Mr. Black said, "It must be very lucrative. Tell me, is this African or Indian elephant that you have here."
"You are a smuggler, then.", Mr. Black said, "It must be very lucrative. Tell me, is this African or Indian elephant that you have here."
The bathroom door slammed open, and out stepped a somewhat damp Mr. Black, face neutral and expressionless, lipstick clumsily smeared across his mouth. He pressed the earpiece that he wore, "This is Mr. Black. I have successfully infiltrated the Remembrance Day event. Native population does not suspect a thing. Commencing mingling."
He walked to the central table and crammed an hors d'oeuvre into his mouth. He chewed exactly ten times and swallowed, the appetizer tasting no better or worse than dust upon his palate. "Mm. Very good.", he said loudly, but without any inflection, "Whoever has made this hors d'oeuvre is an extremely good cook. Yes. Who has prepared these hors d'ouvres. I must speak to them and compliment them on such wonderful hors d'ouvres. If only they would come and greet me so that I could compliment them on these hors d'ouvres."
Mr. Black looked around slowly. Anyone? No, nobody had taken the bait and claimed the hors d'ouvres as theirs. He shuffled somewhat further down the table, and repeated the process, this time with a slice of ham. Once again, Mr. Black raised his voice. "Mm. Very good. Whoever has made this meat is an extremely good cook. Yes. Who has prepared this meat. I must speak to them and compliment them on such wonderful meats. If only they would come and greet me so that I could compliment them on this meat."
He walked to the central table and crammed an hors d'oeuvre into his mouth. He chewed exactly ten times and swallowed, the appetizer tasting no better or worse than dust upon his palate. "Mm. Very good.", he said loudly, but without any inflection, "Whoever has made this hors d'oeuvre is an extremely good cook. Yes. Who has prepared these hors d'ouvres. I must speak to them and compliment them on such wonderful hors d'ouvres. If only they would come and greet me so that I could compliment them on these hors d'ouvres."
Mr. Black looked around slowly. Anyone? No, nobody had taken the bait and claimed the hors d'ouvres as theirs. He shuffled somewhat further down the table, and repeated the process, this time with a slice of ham. Once again, Mr. Black raised his voice. "Mm. Very good. Whoever has made this meat is an extremely good cook. Yes. Who has prepared this meat. I must speak to them and compliment them on such wonderful meats. If only they would come and greet me so that I could compliment them on this meat."
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
STOPMAN III
Souta didn't have time for this. He'd fucked up bad. Gotten angry. Now this place was gonna burn down and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it. He didn't know what the guy said, but at a guess the condition was that Prancing Jerk got to escape.
Souta shoved Tough Love and Jack off of himself before hauling the dazed Jack to his feet.
"ALRIGHT, BUDDY!", Souta shouted, "YOU WANT OUTTA HERE!? HOW'S ABOUT I GIVE YOU A HAND?"
With a mighty heave, Souta flung Jack out one of the back windows, glassing up the slimy little cheat's face and probably giving him a minor concussion from the impact. The conditions of the game (Someone must escape out the back alone) having been fulfilled, the flames died down, the inexplicable exploding barrels ceased to combust, and the ceiling miraculously un-collapsed itself. The civilians, once they had gotten over their initial panic, simply found the fire exit and made it to safety easily. The clerk dialed fire and medical services while the manager wiped the blood and bits of tooth off his brass knuckles, an oddly satisfied smile plastered across his face. Presumably, Tough Love would have no trouble escaping the building. Only one loose end remaining, then.
"Congrats, buddy.", Souta said as he strolled out of the diner and pressed his heel into Jack's back, "Looks like you won whatever dumb game we were playing. Now, I feel like we went a little too far with beating you up earlier, so how about I give you a little bonus? I'm thinking charges of arson, theft, unsanctioned use of mental control, unlawful use of powers, and attempted homicide. Sound good to you?"
Souta didn't have time for this. He'd fucked up bad. Gotten angry. Now this place was gonna burn down and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it. He didn't know what the guy said, but at a guess the condition was that Prancing Jerk got to escape.
Souta shoved Tough Love and Jack off of himself before hauling the dazed Jack to his feet.
"ALRIGHT, BUDDY!", Souta shouted, "YOU WANT OUTTA HERE!? HOW'S ABOUT I GIVE YOU A HAND?"
With a mighty heave, Souta flung Jack out one of the back windows, glassing up the slimy little cheat's face and probably giving him a minor concussion from the impact. The conditions of the game (Someone must escape out the back alone) having been fulfilled, the flames died down, the inexplicable exploding barrels ceased to combust, and the ceiling miraculously un-collapsed itself. The civilians, once they had gotten over their initial panic, simply found the fire exit and made it to safety easily. The clerk dialed fire and medical services while the manager wiped the blood and bits of tooth off his brass knuckles, an oddly satisfied smile plastered across his face. Presumably, Tough Love would have no trouble escaping the building. Only one loose end remaining, then.
"Congrats, buddy.", Souta said as he strolled out of the diner and pressed his heel into Jack's back, "Looks like you won whatever dumb game we were playing. Now, I feel like we went a little too far with beating you up earlier, so how about I give you a little bonus? I'm thinking charges of arson, theft, unsanctioned use of mental control, unlawful use of powers, and attempted homicide. Sound good to you?"
I think it's less he's a very revered warrior and more that he's an actual god, but the eastern definition of "god" is very different from Judeo-Christian or Greek gods. Minor Shinto gods especially are a lot closer to guardian spirits or ancestor worship than full-fledged deities.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Stopman III isn't a hero, he's just some chump with a belt. I'd say Metallica Weapon or Tough Love are the most heroic at this point.
As for Xenonia, well, it's their go so I dunno.
I guess if by tonight there's still no post I'll think of something.
As for Xenonia, well, it's their go so I dunno.
I guess if by tonight there's still no post I'll think of something.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Well I guess the schoolgirl hivemind squad are officially villains now seeing as they're slaughtering a bunch of innocent cops.
Congrats buddy, your characters are officially bigger assholes than the Yakuza character AND the monster of the week.
Also @Xenonia where are you mang I've been waiting like a week.
Congrats buddy, your characters are officially bigger assholes than the Yakuza character AND the monster of the week.
Also @Xenonia where are you mang I've been waiting like a week.
Well, Great Bird Spirit, the Devil, and the Winds. The Fates, Herakles, and Tiamat are also mentioned at points IIRC.
Of course they're all bastardized to the point of being unrecognizable but that's par for the course in Fables.
Of course they're all bastardized to the point of being unrecognizable but that's par for the course in Fables.
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