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@whalekeeper haha, tell him all my charries say “you’re welcome”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
i was joking, lol.
however, reading from the page number i mentioned would be best if he wants to understand the current fight. If not, then he can just keep an eye out and jump in wherever.
if you want to throw a character give us a description and a face claim or drawing if you have one.
like I mentioned to Rae, if you want to understand the fight, read what I told you to. Otherwise, just keep an eye out and introduce your character in a scene that looks interesting.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
*Door slams open*
A tall, built dude with a biker jacket and cargo pants walks in. The back of his hands are tattooed with fire. His grey hair is tied back in a manbun, though his face is young. His eyes, the color of the topical sea. Smirking, he says, “‘Sup, who am I fighting?”
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)@raxforge cool, what’s his name? When you roleplay as him, you’ll put his name in bold above whatever you’ve written for him.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
*Chase’s eyes go bluish green under the shade of his hooddie and he smiles*
Alpha
“Silvia, isn’t it?” Alpha froze. He had been walking away from where Nar was, when he heard the question coming from the hall ahead. Usually, it wouldn’t have bothered him but he hated that voice. It reminded him of the voice of Grathmere’s right hand man, that powerful slyiad. Stars, he hated that voice. Alpha pressed himself against the wall, listening.
“Come, my dear,” the voice continued, “It’s time for you to come with me. Your brother and I have a lot to talk about and I think you’re presence would make the conversation so much… nicer”
Alpha bristled. He didn’t like that tone either. He peered slyly around the corner, seeing the reaction of the girl the man was talking to. She didn’t know him, she didn’t like him.
In an instant, Alpha swung into the hallway, a knife flying through the air. It embedded itself within the man’s shoulder, near his arteries.
Alpha ran forward before the man could recover, grabbing the girl and pushing her ,rather roughly, behind him. Alpha used the implants under his skin to pull the knife back towards him. Grabbing it, he readied for combat. “Back down,” he growled, “or your heart will know the feel of steal!” A true murderous gaze flickered in Alpha’s eyes. He secretly wished the man wouldn’t back down.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@keilah-h Rax is his name
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)@raxforge ok makes sense!
I’ll let one of the people in the actual fight reply to him appearing.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@keilah-h Thanks!
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)@raxforge you’re welcome!!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Yay! Someone came to save my girl!
Silvia
So this was the man who had been tailing her. Her mind tried to shake free of those words blaring over and again in her head. They have Quincy. They have Quincy.
The Tail stepped closer, helping to clear her head a bit.
She took a step back, sliding a test tube out of her belt. Then she remembered what was in that tube. She shoved it back with a frustrated moan. She looked back up at a strange sound.
To her amazed horror, a knife had sprouted out of the fiend’s shoulder. A tall form slammed into her. Silvia stumbled into a wall, gaping at the fight that seemed to have sprung out of the air.
She felt a little sick, and a little intrigued at the same time. She scooted a little father down the wall to have a better view.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkI will
Marcel
A few more kidnappers were trying to disengage Quincy’s tech as Marcel flew back in the window. They backed up a little and got into defensive positions.
Marcel coughed loudly and pounded his chest. The white swirls on his face retreated. He could consciously talk again, although his throat and torso burned. “So what do you guys wanna do?”
“Everything is a mountain”
You in the fight?
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)Yes. Maybe your character wanders in and sees what is happening? Ellette is the one with the bad guys, and I’m waiting to see what she does next.
“Everything is a mountain”
Rax
*Looking at Marcel* “I just saw a fight in here, so I want to fight something.”
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)@rae @whalekeeper @raxforge @koshka
A tall, built dude with a biker jacket and cargo pants walks in. The back of his hands are tattooed with fire. His grey hair is tied back in a manbun, though his face is young. His eyes, the color of the topical sea. Smirking, he says, “‘Sup, who am I fighting?”
Good Grief. This has got to beat the record of unusual ways to introduce a character into the RP. Someone needs to make a note of this. lol
I….. don’t even know how to respond.
I think I’ll throw a knife at him.
It’s probably a bad idea, but I might get lucky.
Okay…… who should I deal with first……..
Side note: good grief Rae! Alpha is the dude who throws knives and asks questions later. Yikes.
See, I told you he and Rory would likely kill each other…………
He secretly wished the man wouldn’t back down.
Oh dear, I’m afraid he’s fighting an Agent.
They….. uh…… have been trained………. they don’t back down.
Agent 231 (Tracking Silvia)
231 reeled, trying to clear the shock that threatened to fog his mind. he blinked several times and stumbled back, his hand pressed to the knife would. “Get me backup!” he yelled.
For a moment, he panicked. Then, slowly, the swirling fog settled and he drew in a slow breath. He had been trained for this his whole life. If he retreated, he would be killed by his own men. It was best to fight this out. At least now he had a chance to survive. At that moment, he heard running steps. His comm buzzed. “On our way.”
231 narrowed his eyes, pushing from the wall. “Get lost boy. The girl is my business, and if you don’t leave, I’ll have to kill you.” He reached into his pocket and snapped open his switchblade. The boy in front of him made no move, so 231 lunged.
(Now I know Alpha is some sort of super soldier, but so is this guy. So, this needs to be tough for him. Think Cap and Bucky, or something like that. Idk. Just saying that this kid has been trained his whole life as well.)
The Agents
227 slowly crawled to his knees. Something had hit him while he was standing by Quincy. He looked over and saw 229 lying unconcouse on the floor. Quincy was surrounded by some sort of tech shield. At that moment, something whooshed upward and he heard a yell. 227 looked up and watched in horror as the bird boy flew up to the roof, dragging 235 and 225 with him. As soon as he disappeared, 227 scrambled up. “Someone deal with that shield!”
The rest stared at him as if to say, “you do it”
227 straightened. “225 is gone. I am next in rank. If you don’;t figure out that shield, I’ll have you all shot.”
The other Agents slowly moved toward Quincy’s shield.
227 turned his attention to his comm. “Get me backup down here. Now! And someone had better get their hands on a gun.”
At that moment, the door burst open. A young….. old….. something-man swaggered in with a grin that instantly made 227 hate him. The intruder glanced around the room. “‘Sup, who am I fighting?”
For a moment, 227 almost stabbed him. Then, he shifted. Leaning against the wall he let out a gasp of pain. “That little boy is a terrorist. Look!” He pointed to Quincy, curled up in the shield. “There’s a terror organization that sent him in here to kill us. I don’t think the kid knows what he’s doing, but we have to stop him. Look what he did to my friend!” 227 pointed to the still form of 229.
At that moment, Marcel swooped back into the room. He coughed loudly and pounded his chest. The white swirls on his face retreated. “So what do you guys wanna do?”
227 pointed at Marcel. “That’s one of them! They plan to take over the school! They have child hostages!”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
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