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Since the guidlines I placed for this RP were ignored seems anything goes. Any questions, ask Ullery since he hijacked this RP.
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Ullery
Banned
The shadows of deception were everywhere.
And this, was one of the order of the shadows of deception.
An armored warrior with an unusual looking sheathed sword. The handle resembled that of the dragons of old.
The warriors suit was difficult to decipher, it could be black or an off gray depending on who was looking at it and from what angle.
The warrior had two rings on each fist. Four in total.
One was of the blackest onyx. One was of the golden colors. One was a multiple of rainbows that changed depending on the warriors mood. And the last was of an emerald green color.
The warrior had an insignia on his chest that showed that he belonged to the shadows of deception order. The insignia resembled a small t with deep red d over it.
The warrior had green eyes and wore some kind of a hat similarily seen by those in the white lotus society.
The sword wasn't his only weapon though.
He did have another sword tucked around the other side of his belt, slid across the back in a sheathe of silver.
The warrior was meditating outside the cafe. Searching for the inner strengths and the vitality that made one invulnerable to damage.
And this, was one of the order of the shadows of deception.
An armored warrior with an unusual looking sheathed sword. The handle resembled that of the dragons of old.
The warriors suit was difficult to decipher, it could be black or an off gray depending on who was looking at it and from what angle.
The warrior had two rings on each fist. Four in total.
One was of the blackest onyx. One was of the golden colors. One was a multiple of rainbows that changed depending on the warriors mood. And the last was of an emerald green color.
The warrior had an insignia on his chest that showed that he belonged to the shadows of deception order. The insignia resembled a small t with deep red d over it.
The warrior had green eyes and wore some kind of a hat similarily seen by those in the white lotus society.
The sword wasn't his only weapon though.
He did have another sword tucked around the other side of his belt, slid across the back in a sheathe of silver.
The warrior was meditating outside the cafe. Searching for the inner strengths and the vitality that made one invulnerable to damage.
Zeth
New Member
Brandon sat there enjoying his morning coffee and answering email and lurking the newayenee.org message boards, a some what underground but popular RP forum, and then hears a funny noise. A man in body armor and carrying a sword was meditating out front of the cafe'. "Another LARPer?" the young man queried as he rose from his chair to get a better view. The young man finished his coffee and decided to play along with the man outside. Leaving his laptop on and exiting the cafe Brandon enters the outside area and faces the man.
"Hail and well met traveler!" said Brandon to the meditating warrior enthusiastically. From the other man's point of view he would see a man dressed in typical blue jeans, white t-shirt, and sneakers outfit of a modern slacker. He was roughly 6’ and a pale white with dark rings under his eyes from one to many nights staying up late on the computer or watching anime then sleeping in. “So what brings you here?” The slacker asks intently.
"Hail and well met traveler!" said Brandon to the meditating warrior enthusiastically. From the other man's point of view he would see a man dressed in typical blue jeans, white t-shirt, and sneakers outfit of a modern slacker. He was roughly 6’ and a pale white with dark rings under his eyes from one to many nights staying up late on the computer or watching anime then sleeping in. “So what brings you here?” The slacker asks intently.
GemetZephyr
The Last Martian
Click. Click. Click.
The sounds of shoes clicking against the ground seems to ring loudly. Her black leather and steel boots only cover up to her knee caps, hiding a little of her liquid paper colored skin. Her little black and green skirt was just that - little. Certainly not the garb you'd send daddy's-little-girl out in to the streets with. Dressed in fishnets and leather, an attitude that could kill, and a rose colored smile to shoot you down, she's what you would call "Dressed To Kill." Her coat extended down to where her boots met her knee caps. She walked in a way, as to not have her fishnets get caught. She wears too much eye liner and too much neon toxic hazardous-colored make up, the same color as her hair. It brought out the amber in her eyes. Standing at five foot four, she turned the corner toward the new internet cafe.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
She slings her bag over her shoulder, walking past the two outside and going to the farthest computer she can find. Before logging in, she looked around for seclusion. Her fingers moved fast. Hunter-net dot org. Anonymous-liberty.net. Her black and green nails attatched to her fingers slid up to her ears, pulling off her headphones hooked up to an mp3 player slash flash drive. Her eyes keep darting around, just in case someone were to look her way.
The sounds of shoes clicking against the ground seems to ring loudly. Her black leather and steel boots only cover up to her knee caps, hiding a little of her liquid paper colored skin. Her little black and green skirt was just that - little. Certainly not the garb you'd send daddy's-little-girl out in to the streets with. Dressed in fishnets and leather, an attitude that could kill, and a rose colored smile to shoot you down, she's what you would call "Dressed To Kill." Her coat extended down to where her boots met her knee caps. She walked in a way, as to not have her fishnets get caught. She wears too much eye liner and too much neon toxic hazardous-colored make up, the same color as her hair. It brought out the amber in her eyes. Standing at five foot four, she turned the corner toward the new internet cafe.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
She slings her bag over her shoulder, walking past the two outside and going to the farthest computer she can find. Before logging in, she looked around for seclusion. Her fingers moved fast. Hunter-net dot org. Anonymous-liberty.net. Her black and green nails attatched to her fingers slid up to her ears, pulling off her headphones hooked up to an mp3 player slash flash drive. Her eyes keep darting around, just in case someone were to look her way.
GemetZephyr
The Last Martian
No hesitation. No delay. Come on. Just like special K. Just like I swallowed half my stash. I don't ever want to crash.
Her headphones were loud enough to wake zombies on another planet. She wouldn't have it any other way. Quickly, she deleted the history and logged out after writing down some crucial information. Click. Click. As she headed to the door, the drink counter caught her attention with a sign that said "CHAI TEA: $2.55." Her eyes widened and a wry smirk came upon her face. Forcing over the money, she went outside with her newly purchased chai. Her fingers drew from her coat pocket a pack of cigarettes. This'll kill me someday. She placed a cigarette between her fire truck coated lips and lit it with a zippo. Deciding to keep her distance, she moniters the other two through perriferal vision.
Her headphones were loud enough to wake zombies on another planet. She wouldn't have it any other way. Quickly, she deleted the history and logged out after writing down some crucial information. Click. Click. As she headed to the door, the drink counter caught her attention with a sign that said "CHAI TEA: $2.55." Her eyes widened and a wry smirk came upon her face. Forcing over the money, she went outside with her newly purchased chai. Her fingers drew from her coat pocket a pack of cigarettes. This'll kill me someday. She placed a cigarette between her fire truck coated lips and lit it with a zippo. Deciding to keep her distance, she moniters the other two through perriferal vision.
Raharanor
~A Noble One Shall Rise~
Severus flicked his fingers impatiently...the ATM machine at the bank was slow in giving up the cash which he needed within. These automatic teller machines were good at the best of times, but this particular one needed seeing to personally by a technician of sorts. When the money he needed for the cafe finally ejected he took the wad of cash and his card and then proceeded across the street between a few parked cars and a ute before turning the corner. The Internet Cafe was on the next block from where he was walking towards. Severus jumped back hastily as two teenagers came riding past near the curb nearly knocking him over...he shook his head, not knowing whether it was at the carelessness of the youths or himself.
As Severus crossed the road towards the cafe a curious site met his eyes. A man with armour and insignia sat meditating beside the cafe...not a usual sight that one witnesses everyday, but nevertheless allowed there. His eyes met the sight of a young man coming out of the cafe and attempting to converse with the man dressed in armour, and a woman in eye-liner, fish-net and a cup of something. Curious at such a combination of peoples near the cafe, Severus approached the cafe to take a closer look as he entered for his usual coffee and net browsing.
As Severus crossed the road towards the cafe a curious site met his eyes. A man with armour and insignia sat meditating beside the cafe...not a usual sight that one witnesses everyday, but nevertheless allowed there. His eyes met the sight of a young man coming out of the cafe and attempting to converse with the man dressed in armour, and a woman in eye-liner, fish-net and a cup of something. Curious at such a combination of peoples near the cafe, Severus approached the cafe to take a closer look as he entered for his usual coffee and net browsing.
Ullery
Banned
The warrior heard the sounds of the door closing, and then someone attempting to make conversation with him.
The smell of a smoke as a different set of "footsteps" fell across the hard concrete were curious. Confident, strident, yet lustful.
The third sound was that of what sounded like perhaps a regular. Someone who perhaps enjoyed life.
After this, the warrior's balance was disturbed by the awareness of the man attempting to talk to him.
The warriors green eyes shot open and upwards to lock onto the face of the man that had disturbed him. Oddly though, a peaceful smile came to the warrior's lips.
At first glance, this man was a slacker, but the warrior saw inside a bit further and saw, a peaceful chum.
"Good afternoon, dear chap." the warrior answered softly.
"What brings me here you ask? Why this is one of my very favorite spots.
I come here just after the cafe opens in the morning, order a delightful large glass of Oj and I then come back out here and meditate till late evening."
"After that, I usually stick around, kind of protecting my favorite cafe by ensuring the staff get's out the door safely and the like.
Then I usually head home afterwards."
"It's a wonderful day and there is so much going on in the city."
"But you can find almost all of the city, right here at this wonderful location."
"After all." the warrior says with another smile. "It's location that makes the money."
Oddly, the warrior seems at ease and kind. He also seems as a trustable sort.
Or perhaps he's being cautious.
But what he does say about the cafe and wanting to make sure that the employee's are safe, he seems dead serious about.
At least that, tells that perhaps he isn't as bad as he might first appear to be.
The warrior's head turns both out of curiosity and an odd sense of being watched and gazes over at the girl. He takes a look at the hair first.
Hair, was an important way of telling what someone was like sometimes.
Then he let his gaze wander down to her arms and that was all.
For if he were to look further down, he might insult her with his looks.
After his intial look in her direction he turns his attention back to the slacker.
The smell of a smoke as a different set of "footsteps" fell across the hard concrete were curious. Confident, strident, yet lustful.
The third sound was that of what sounded like perhaps a regular. Someone who perhaps enjoyed life.
After this, the warrior's balance was disturbed by the awareness of the man attempting to talk to him.
The warriors green eyes shot open and upwards to lock onto the face of the man that had disturbed him. Oddly though, a peaceful smile came to the warrior's lips.
At first glance, this man was a slacker, but the warrior saw inside a bit further and saw, a peaceful chum.
"Good afternoon, dear chap." the warrior answered softly.
"What brings me here you ask? Why this is one of my very favorite spots.
I come here just after the cafe opens in the morning, order a delightful large glass of Oj and I then come back out here and meditate till late evening."
"After that, I usually stick around, kind of protecting my favorite cafe by ensuring the staff get's out the door safely and the like.
Then I usually head home afterwards."
"It's a wonderful day and there is so much going on in the city."
"But you can find almost all of the city, right here at this wonderful location."
"After all." the warrior says with another smile. "It's location that makes the money."
Oddly, the warrior seems at ease and kind. He also seems as a trustable sort.
Or perhaps he's being cautious.
But what he does say about the cafe and wanting to make sure that the employee's are safe, he seems dead serious about.
At least that, tells that perhaps he isn't as bad as he might first appear to be.
The warrior's head turns both out of curiosity and an odd sense of being watched and gazes over at the girl. He takes a look at the hair first.
Hair, was an important way of telling what someone was like sometimes.
Then he let his gaze wander down to her arms and that was all.
For if he were to look further down, he might insult her with his looks.
After his intial look in her direction he turns his attention back to the slacker.
GemetZephyr
The Last Martian
A wry smirk came across her lips as she sipped her chai. Her voice was deep, but in a G.I. Jane femenine sort of way. She drops her cigarette and crushes it with the toe of her boot, sliding strands of breast length green hair from her face.
"Not every day you see a knight in shining armor in the city."
She drew another cigarette to her lips, inhaling deep as the fire lit it. The writing on the cigarette states that "Never Knows Best" in black ink.
"Not every day you see a knight in shining armor in the city."
She drew another cigarette to her lips, inhaling deep as the fire lit it. The writing on the cigarette states that "Never Knows Best" in black ink.
The Venerable Jai
Rumored to be alive...
Chapter 1: Neo-Noir
It was her eyes.
In his memories, she wasn't possessed of the same poise that seeing her in person granted. Still, those amazing eyes were fresh in his memory. She had given him a lead on some strange "nocturnal" activities of local suspected organized crime leader, Joseph Valentine. What he saw was, indeed, strange...but there was nothing illegal about it.
He knew he couldn't go to his editor with the scandalous story of an orgy hosted at the Valentine estate. Lex could almost hear the boss now, "THIS IS A RESPECTED NEWS PAPER! If you want to push stories like that, take it to some tabloid dirt-rag!" Lex sent his photographer friend, Arty, to do just that. At least somebody could make some money off of this.
When last he saw her, she had found his apartment and come to visit. She ended up spending the night and even though she wasn't there for breakfast, she certainly deserved breakfast in bed after her performance. Almost two weeks, and he hadn't heard from her since. It was unusual. She wasn't at any of her normal haunts and no one had seen her. Lex refused to let it stress him.
Lex glanced about the Cafe, looking for any of the old familiars that used to hang out here in his college days when it was nothing more than a glorified coffee bar. The emo girl with the green hair in the corner finished whatever she was doing and strode past. He offered a polite smile and nod (nowhere akin to the lecherous smile and nod) as she left, but Lex didn't think she noticed.
He turned his attention back to his lap top, sipping his raspberry-flavored Chai latte. He had an article to finish and the deadline was tomorrow. Of course, that was better then his usual articles, which he'd just finish in time for the editor to do a quick once-over and pass it along for printing. All things considered, it was shaping up to be a pretty good day.
Then, he heard the familiar instant message sound. Probably just a porn-bot...
whisper2007: Alexander Rekkenmark?
That was strange. Lex was careful to give his name out to nobody on the internet. Also, his computer had so many anti-hacking defenses, the Pentagon would envy it.
newshound24: who is this?
whisper2007: Just a bit of advice, Mr. Rekkenmark. If I were you, I'd make damn sure to forget what I saw at the Valentine estate. Furthermore, it's in your best interest to cease all investigations of Joseph Valentine and the woman who put you on to him.
newshound24: who are you?
/error - this username does not exist.
In a few quick mouse-clicks and keystrokes, Lex brought up his web browser and keyed in the profiles section of the chat and messenger client he was using. Still it read that the username he had just a moment ago seen does not exist. He quickly checked his message archive and found no record of the conversation.
If whoever sent that message had meant to scare him away from the investigation, they had achieved the opposite of their goals. Now, Lex was more resolved then ever to uncover the story of Joseph Valentine.
It was her eyes.
In his memories, she wasn't possessed of the same poise that seeing her in person granted. Still, those amazing eyes were fresh in his memory. She had given him a lead on some strange "nocturnal" activities of local suspected organized crime leader, Joseph Valentine. What he saw was, indeed, strange...but there was nothing illegal about it.
He knew he couldn't go to his editor with the scandalous story of an orgy hosted at the Valentine estate. Lex could almost hear the boss now, "THIS IS A RESPECTED NEWS PAPER! If you want to push stories like that, take it to some tabloid dirt-rag!" Lex sent his photographer friend, Arty, to do just that. At least somebody could make some money off of this.
When last he saw her, she had found his apartment and come to visit. She ended up spending the night and even though she wasn't there for breakfast, she certainly deserved breakfast in bed after her performance. Almost two weeks, and he hadn't heard from her since. It was unusual. She wasn't at any of her normal haunts and no one had seen her. Lex refused to let it stress him.
Lex glanced about the Cafe, looking for any of the old familiars that used to hang out here in his college days when it was nothing more than a glorified coffee bar. The emo girl with the green hair in the corner finished whatever she was doing and strode past. He offered a polite smile and nod (nowhere akin to the lecherous smile and nod) as she left, but Lex didn't think she noticed.
He turned his attention back to his lap top, sipping his raspberry-flavored Chai latte. He had an article to finish and the deadline was tomorrow. Of course, that was better then his usual articles, which he'd just finish in time for the editor to do a quick once-over and pass it along for printing. All things considered, it was shaping up to be a pretty good day.
Then, he heard the familiar instant message sound. Probably just a porn-bot...
whisper2007: Alexander Rekkenmark?
That was strange. Lex was careful to give his name out to nobody on the internet. Also, his computer had so many anti-hacking defenses, the Pentagon would envy it.
newshound24: who is this?
whisper2007: Just a bit of advice, Mr. Rekkenmark. If I were you, I'd make damn sure to forget what I saw at the Valentine estate. Furthermore, it's in your best interest to cease all investigations of Joseph Valentine and the woman who put you on to him.
newshound24: who are you?
/error - this username does not exist.
In a few quick mouse-clicks and keystrokes, Lex brought up his web browser and keyed in the profiles section of the chat and messenger client he was using. Still it read that the username he had just a moment ago seen does not exist. He quickly checked his message archive and found no record of the conversation.
If whoever sent that message had meant to scare him away from the investigation, they had achieved the opposite of their goals. Now, Lex was more resolved then ever to uncover the story of Joseph Valentine.
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GemetZephyr
The Last Martian
She glanced through the window, slurping down the rest of her chai.
Damn. At least the pay for this last job was pretty damn good.
Her boots clicked again as she went inside. Besides, I can't really be seen too much by too many. The wrong thing could be picking me up.
She carried herself, bag and all, back inside after throwing her cigarette to the ground and crushing it. I really should quit that shit. It could fuck up my performance on a job.
The man at the beverage bar turned and smiled. "Another?"
"Yeah. Can you add an extra shot of vanilla?"
"$3.15."
This'd better be a damn good chai, or that's highway robbery.
Drink in hand and a little bit closer to being shit poor, she sat herself down at a computer again. The one she was at before.
Man, the people here suck as conversationalists...
Her fingers stopped typing long enough to put some delightful KMFDM in her head. The music setting was low, as there was someone else in the room.
HUNTERNET DOT ORG.
NEW ASSIGNMENTS <DOWNLOAD>
HUNTERS <Access chat>
Figures. Nobody's even online.
Damn. At least the pay for this last job was pretty damn good.
Her boots clicked again as she went inside. Besides, I can't really be seen too much by too many. The wrong thing could be picking me up.
She carried herself, bag and all, back inside after throwing her cigarette to the ground and crushing it. I really should quit that shit. It could fuck up my performance on a job.
The man at the beverage bar turned and smiled. "Another?"
"Yeah. Can you add an extra shot of vanilla?"
"$3.15."
This'd better be a damn good chai, or that's highway robbery.
Drink in hand and a little bit closer to being shit poor, she sat herself down at a computer again. The one she was at before.
Man, the people here suck as conversationalists...
Her fingers stopped typing long enough to put some delightful KMFDM in her head. The music setting was low, as there was someone else in the room.
HUNTERNET DOT ORG.
NEW ASSIGNMENTS <DOWNLOAD>
HUNTERS <Access chat>
Figures. Nobody's even online.
Officers Perry and Mason got the call first. Dispatch had made the call to send one squad to deal with the distraction. It was just their lucky day to be near by when the call came over the radio. Mason grabbed the radio and responded " Squad one zero three responding to the Cafe' do you know if they sell donuts dispatch ? ". A Chuckle issued from the radio as the squad pulled up outside the establishment the cars lights flashing. Mason got out of the squad first unhooking the clasp on his side arm as he approached the man.
"Sir, we have received a complaint regarding your camping out in front of this store...." It was in that moment he realized the mans weapon was indeed an actual weapon not one of those silly toys that were being sold in the malls. " Sir, put down the weapon and place your hands behind your head ! " He said quickly. It was obvious that the man carrying a weapon such as that in the open was a violation of many of the city and states rules regarding the carrying of weapons.
Perry slid out of the drivers side door as he too unclasped the hook on his side arm looking between Mason and the man with a weapon. Perrys hand grasped the butt of the nine millimeter barretta as he assumed a laxed stance ready to take aim and fire at a moments notice.
"Sir, we have received a complaint regarding your camping out in front of this store...." It was in that moment he realized the mans weapon was indeed an actual weapon not one of those silly toys that were being sold in the malls. " Sir, put down the weapon and place your hands behind your head ! " He said quickly. It was obvious that the man carrying a weapon such as that in the open was a violation of many of the city and states rules regarding the carrying of weapons.
Perry slid out of the drivers side door as he too unclasped the hook on his side arm looking between Mason and the man with a weapon. Perrys hand grasped the butt of the nine millimeter barretta as he assumed a laxed stance ready to take aim and fire at a moments notice.
Raharanor
~A Noble One Shall Rise~
Severus strode past the few people outside the cafe and ordered a strong coffee. If he was to get online to newayenee.org to post on the poetry contest he had to make haste and get logged in. The largish man seated himself at a nearby free computer terminal and placed his coffee beside him. The screen login window appeared and he logged into his username and password before proceeding to type in http://newayenee.org/forum. Severus glanced down the screen and saw a few threads active...mainly the random post thread by Sinful Feline and a few roleplay threads...one or two which he was apart of. He sipped his coffee, flicked his black curls aside, and scrolled down.
While he was doing this, an elderly lady appeared from the back of the cafe and went behind the counter and picked up a phone. Judging by the amount of dialing she was doing, she was dialling 911. For what reason? He sat there scrolling along through other forums when some coppers arrived at the front of the shop and seemed to be approaching the man dressed in armour and insignia. Severus could feel tension in the air suddenly as he stared in that direction and could sense DuBois looking very sternly in that direction also. The large man got to his feet slowly to get a closer view of the confrontation in the outside.
While he was doing this, an elderly lady appeared from the back of the cafe and went behind the counter and picked up a phone. Judging by the amount of dialing she was doing, she was dialling 911. For what reason? He sat there scrolling along through other forums when some coppers arrived at the front of the shop and seemed to be approaching the man dressed in armour and insignia. Severus could feel tension in the air suddenly as he stared in that direction and could sense DuBois looking very sternly in that direction also. The large man got to his feet slowly to get a closer view of the confrontation in the outside.
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Ullery
Banned
The warrior sighed and stood up gazing at the cop car as it pulled to a stop at the cafe. Cops. Why did it have to be cops? The warrior had done nothing wrong. As they approached the warrior's hands remained still and calm.
When they ordered him to remove his weapon and put his hands behind his neck. Well that didn't go over very well with the assassin.
"Officer, all the owner had to do was ask me to leave, themself and I would have done so without any trouble at all."
"But since you feel it's necessary to draw your weapons on one who has not once yet even drawn his sword, then you leave me no choice."
The warrior turns pulling his sword in the motion and smashes it into the glass of the entrance. Flipping over the broken shards of glass that fall around him, the warrior spins quickly behind Serverus and grasps him around the crook of an arm and brings the sword near the man's neck.
"All right officer, this is how it's going to go! You two slide your weapons to the front door here, Then you will slide those radio's of yours this way. Make an attempt to call for back-up or to shoot at me, and this man's life is at stake!"
The warriors eyes narrowed and the posture showed that he was indeed serious.
"And should any of you other patron's in here try to be a hero, you will forfiet this mans life! So if you know what's wise for you, you will stay put!"
When they ordered him to remove his weapon and put his hands behind his neck. Well that didn't go over very well with the assassin.
"Officer, all the owner had to do was ask me to leave, themself and I would have done so without any trouble at all."
"But since you feel it's necessary to draw your weapons on one who has not once yet even drawn his sword, then you leave me no choice."
The warrior turns pulling his sword in the motion and smashes it into the glass of the entrance. Flipping over the broken shards of glass that fall around him, the warrior spins quickly behind Serverus and grasps him around the crook of an arm and brings the sword near the man's neck.
"All right officer, this is how it's going to go! You two slide your weapons to the front door here, Then you will slide those radio's of yours this way. Make an attempt to call for back-up or to shoot at me, and this man's life is at stake!"
The warriors eyes narrowed and the posture showed that he was indeed serious.
"And should any of you other patron's in here try to be a hero, you will forfiet this mans life! So if you know what's wise for you, you will stay put!"
Raharanor
~A Noble One Shall Rise~
Severus grunted as he was suddenly grasped by the warrior-man after he made his jump through the glass of the door to the cafe. The man had so quickly done his actions that Severus was left wondering what had hit him. He, as a mere observer, taken hostage? Well, he kind of knew that this man was trained in using weapons, and for this he stood stock still, waiting for something to happen...the patrons, including DuBois, looked on at the scene in horror...
'What would happen next?' Severus thought to himself.
'What would happen next?' Severus thought to himself.
Zeth
New Member
"What the fuck?" One minute he is talking to a man and the next guns are drawn and people flipping through windows. He wished this was some sort of role playing game where he could just start whipping out weird magical shit and all would be good.
BUT WAIT! This is some sort of role playing game! On that note Brandon starts vto chant and wiggle his fingers. "Come on! no wammy no wammy thingl;e ka pow! Everyone fall asleep!" he says 'casting' a sleep spell. Now the big question, did it work?
BUT WAIT! This is some sort of role playing game! On that note Brandon starts vto chant and wiggle his fingers. "Come on! no wammy no wammy thingl;e ka pow! Everyone fall asleep!" he says 'casting' a sleep spell. Now the big question, did it work?
GemetZephyr
The Last Martian
Her eyes darted. Fuck. cops. She began to slink in her chair, gripping her cup. This is insane! Ninja boy wasn't doing anything wrong! Gah, stupid fucking mind! Here's another coffee joint I can't go in to.
"Hey, warrior boy." She kept her voice low. "What the hell are you doing?!"
She slowly stood up. "Instead of taking Mr. Beanpole here, why not take me instead? They won't touch you if you have a 'poor defenseless adolescent.' Besides, I think you're about to make this guy wet himself."
A smirk came across her face as she downed her chai, throwing the foam cup in to a decorative waste basket. She looked over the man at the mercy of the warrior and laughed to herself. "We're going to need a mop for this one."
"Hey, warrior boy." She kept her voice low. "What the hell are you doing?!"
She slowly stood up. "Instead of taking Mr. Beanpole here, why not take me instead? They won't touch you if you have a 'poor defenseless adolescent.' Besides, I think you're about to make this guy wet himself."
A smirk came across her face as she downed her chai, throwing the foam cup in to a decorative waste basket. She looked over the man at the mercy of the warrior and laughed to herself. "We're going to need a mop for this one."
Ullery
Banned
The warrior took a moment to glance between the cops and the woman who speaks to him. He whispers back quickly. "If it weren't for them and their reactions to my sword, none of this would be necessary. Aight listen dude, on the count of three I'm going to move to my left and you are going to go right. one, two, three." He shoves the man away from himself diving to the left quickly and swinging up with his arm around the woman's neck and his sword resting against her side. He stares out at the cops and then whispers to her. "Thanks, I hate cops. They and my organization don't get along very well."
GemetZephyr
The Last Martian
"Eh, don't mention it. Because of these hacks I lost about five kilos of weed and pigment." She held back her smirk and tried to look distressed. Her hand left her pocket, holding her lucky silver bullet. She closed her eyes softly, as if to be in a premeditative state of thought.
"So, front door or back, warrior boy?"
"So, front door or back, warrior boy?"
GemetZephyr
The Last Martian
She kept her voice low. "No, but I'm sure we could make one. I have enough in my bag to make a new independance day." She smiled a big, white grin much like an alligator before eating. Oh, how she loves the smell of an anarcist cookbook and some destruction in the afternoon. "Or, you know, it might have windows in the bathroom or something."
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"By the by, my name is Gem."
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"By the by, my name is Gem."
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