Otherworld (RP)
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Sadly. . . my post was the last one. I think i killed it. . . TT_TT
that makes me really really sad.
that makes me really really sad.
Well, lets make a pact. We are going to keep this ***** alive. Even if we have to give it a kidney.
tihi, but yeah so when are we doing this mother? 
Alrighty folks let us get this show underway!! (I do believe Unpure is dead, it makes me sad too but this one shall live!!!!)
EvilJoe you can go ahead with the futuristic armor but keep it to a minimum, like iceland said no lasers and the like
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"Alright gents, place your bets now before they start with out us!"
Connor quickly scribbles names and numbers down on a blackboard at the back of the bar as everyone shouts out their bets. "Alright, lets get this show on the road people, let 'em go!" Connor signals to some people on the opposite side of the bar restraining the two fighters who suddenly let them go and they immediately charge at each other. Both men throw wild punches until one drops to his knees where he is quickly knocked out with a kick across the jaw, "Alright folks we have a winner, please come back here to collect or deposit your money.". Connor sits down and starts sorting the money out until the last gambler heads back to his seat, after which Connor throws his legs up onto the table and leans back in his chair, taking a sip from a glass of scotch, "God I love my job.".
EvilJoe you can go ahead with the futuristic armor but keep it to a minimum, like iceland said no lasers and the like
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"Alright gents, place your bets now before they start with out us!"
Connor quickly scribbles names and numbers down on a blackboard at the back of the bar as everyone shouts out their bets. "Alright, lets get this show on the road people, let 'em go!" Connor signals to some people on the opposite side of the bar restraining the two fighters who suddenly let them go and they immediately charge at each other. Both men throw wild punches until one drops to his knees where he is quickly knocked out with a kick across the jaw, "Alright folks we have a winner, please come back here to collect or deposit your money.". Connor sits down and starts sorting the money out until the last gambler heads back to his seat, after which Connor throws his legs up onto the table and leans back in his chair, taking a sip from a glass of scotch, "God I love my job.".
Barbarians..
Alencian mumbled and sipped from his vodka & tonic.
He stood up and walked towards the man sitting in the corner of the bar, with his feet on the table.
Alright sir, i don't have much time, so let's get down to business.... have you seen this book?
Alencian put down a dirty brown cloth, inscribed with a picture of a book. It was largely scaled, dark toned and had weird inscriptions on the front, and above the markings was the number 'VI'.
I can pay good money, and i'm also able to do a favor for a favor. All i need is your information about this book...
Alencian mumbled and sipped from his vodka & tonic.
He stood up and walked towards the man sitting in the corner of the bar, with his feet on the table.
Alright sir, i don't have much time, so let's get down to business.... have you seen this book?
Alencian put down a dirty brown cloth, inscribed with a picture of a book. It was largely scaled, dark toned and had weird inscriptions on the front, and above the markings was the number 'VI'.
I can pay good money, and i'm also able to do a favor for a favor. All i need is your information about this book...
Sylvester glared at Conner. he thoroughly resented being banned from the gambling table. his ability to calculate the maths behind the fights had been to much, and he had won too much for too long to be allowed to stay.
he stayed and continued to watch the fights to practise his appliance of maths into reality. he had an 87% success rate in guessing at the moment, and was currently in the process of trying to find someone who would take the bets for him, then split with him. it was annoying him that no-one wanted too.
he stayed and continued to watch the fights to practise his appliance of maths into reality. he had an 87% success rate in guessing at the moment, and was currently in the process of trying to find someone who would take the bets for him, then split with him. it was annoying him that no-one wanted too.
i'll get back tomorrow, i need rest for now.
"God I love my job"
Frederick (or as he was better known as Cross) saw Conner hapily flop down in his seat with a smug look on his face.
"At least some people get some enjoyment in this damned world" he thought, he shrugged and looked at his bowl of peanuts, these were the only things that really brought him any entertainment in this world.
A took one out of the bowl and flicked it at Conner, he chuckled as he saw him squirm in his seat.
Frederick (or as he was better known as Cross) saw Conner hapily flop down in his seat with a smug look on his face.
"At least some people get some enjoyment in this damned world" he thought, he shrugged and looked at his bowl of peanuts, these were the only things that really brought him any entertainment in this world.
A took one out of the bowl and flicked it at Conner, he chuckled as he saw him squirm in his seat.
Connor brushes some peanuts that landed on his shoulder off and examined the cloth, eyes suddenly growing wide, "W-w-where did you get this?......this is the book of, oh wait I don't give a crap." Connor drops the cloth on the table, "I haven't Cemetery District in over fifty years an I haven't left this nameless village in forty, you have a better chance of finding this thing in either the Urban District or the Scholar's District, someplace that doesn't have an economy based around gambling and funeral parlors." Connor runs his tongue over his teeth, exposing his long canines, before taking another sip of scotch, "Tell you what Frosty, theirs an old library in the Scholar's District, I know a guy who works their, heavy gambler, I'm sure he could help you out, but info comes at price around here." he says while rubbing his clawed, leathery fingers together.
"Humm, lets make some more trouble" Cross thought
Carfully taking three peanuts out of his bowl he flicked one onto Conners table, noone seemed to notice it land as they were engrossed with their conversation.
Then he crossed himself and felt his muscles tightene as the expanded in density and strength. Eyeing two very large and very angry looking bar patrons he flicked a peanut at each of their heads. normally a peanut felt soft when it his a person, but with his additional strength they would feel more like paintball rounds. He slyly hid his bowl of peanuts under his table and saw the two men angerly look around beforethey eyed the solitary peanut on Conners table.
Cross sat back to watch the fun as the two men advanced on Conners table.
Carfully taking three peanuts out of his bowl he flicked one onto Conners table, noone seemed to notice it land as they were engrossed with their conversation.
Then he crossed himself and felt his muscles tightene as the expanded in density and strength. Eyeing two very large and very angry looking bar patrons he flicked a peanut at each of their heads. normally a peanut felt soft when it his a person, but with his additional strength they would feel more like paintball rounds. He slyly hid his bowl of peanuts under his table and saw the two men angerly look around beforethey eyed the solitary peanut on Conners table.
Cross sat back to watch the fun as the two men advanced on Conners table.
Connor looks past Alencian to the two men coming towards him, he knew they where hot heads and picked fights over just about anything, "If only I had time to take a few bets.....If you'll excuse me for a second Snowflake." Connor pops to his feet and meets the men halfway, "Excuse me gents but the betting tables are closed for now, so unless you are looking for a male escort for the evening I'm going to have to ask you to back away, and if you are looking for and escort Powder Puff back there just clocked in so your in luck." he says while motioning over his shoulder to Alencian. The men didn't find Connor's humor that well and both throw a punch at the same time but miss as Connor ducks and rolls between them, "Oooh, like the rough stuff eh? Snowman will have to charge extra for that." Both men attack again but this time as he rolls between them Connor swipes the chest with his claws leaving long bloody scratches. As Connor turns to face the two he reaches into the empty space between his body and his trench coat and grasp at air, but as he pulls his arm out his Ninjato sword suddenly materializes and he holds the blade under one mas chin while holding his clawed hand up to defend against the other, "Now if you gents would please return to your seats, I'm trying to do business."Both men retreat to the bar and Connor sits back down and sips his scotch, "Now as I was saying, are you willing to pay for the info or not?"
"He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more." Murphy sang as his long arms pushed open the door to the bar.
He still wore his ACU pants, but gave up on the ACU top. Now he just wore his tee over his ridiculously long arms, his left stained like a constant flow of blood pouring down to his wrist. He felt his old name tags jingle against his chest. He hated this place. He wanted to get back on the plane, to feel that awful drop and the jerk from the chute, he wanted to land this time.
"And he ain't gonna jump no more" he mumbled longingly to himself. He sat at a bar stool and let his long hands rest over the bar counter. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again he had a free beer, and was four steps from the gambling table.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more." Murphy sang as his long arms pushed open the door to the bar.
He still wore his ACU pants, but gave up on the ACU top. Now he just wore his tee over his ridiculously long arms, his left stained like a constant flow of blood pouring down to his wrist. He felt his old name tags jingle against his chest. He hated this place. He wanted to get back on the plane, to feel that awful drop and the jerk from the chute, he wanted to land this time.
"And he ain't gonna jump no more" he mumbled longingly to himself. He sat at a bar stool and let his long hands rest over the bar counter. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again he had a free beer, and was four steps from the gambling table.
"Humm, not what I was expecting" Cross thought "What should I do now?"
He saw that a waitress was passining by Conners table with a tray full of drinks. Grinning, he took out another peanut and flicked towards her knee. He grinned as she stumbled foreward and her tray of drinks began to fall towards Conners party
He saw that a waitress was passining by Conners table with a tray full of drinks. Grinning, he took out another peanut and flicked towards her knee. He grinned as she stumbled foreward and her tray of drinks began to fall towards Conners party
I edited my character sheet to make it a little bit more understandable
Murphy's long arms shot out like lighting to catch the waitress and her falling tray.
"Watch where your going . . " we began to say as she looked up at him with her lips pulled back and a mouth full of Tartan teeth (imagine barraka). Murphy dropped her and the tray and disappeared.
"No fun tonight" Cross sighed, he wanted some action, he figured that he would try one more thing before he left.
He saw that a strong looking guy was near one of the angrey guys he provoked earliyer. Taking another peanut he flicked it at the angrey guys dhoulder and saw him spin around and hit the strong guy. The two loked eyes for a moment before they went at. Som of thier friends lept in to try and help, but they only started several mini brawls of their owwn.
He crossed himself again and shrunck back to his normal size. Cross chuckled to himself and began to munch on some of his peanuts while he watched the show unfold.
He saw that a strong looking guy was near one of the angrey guys he provoked earliyer. Taking another peanut he flicked it at the angrey guys dhoulder and saw him spin around and hit the strong guy. The two loked eyes for a moment before they went at. Som of thier friends lept in to try and help, but they only started several mini brawls of their owwn.
He crossed himself again and shrunck back to his normal size. Cross chuckled to himself and began to munch on some of his peanuts while he watched the show unfold.
Tables tipped over and people where shoved aside as Murphy scrambled away from the mutated woman
"I'll never get used to that, i'll never get used to that" He mumbled like machine gun fire as he hit a wall and turned around. He opened his eyes to gain his bearings and found himself in the corner behind the gambling table.
He tried to gain his composure and slowly strolled over.
"Where am i. What is this place?" He said to the booky, "Is this hell?"
"I'll never get used to that, i'll never get used to that" He mumbled like machine gun fire as he hit a wall and turned around. He opened his eyes to gain his bearings and found himself in the corner behind the gambling table.
He tried to gain his composure and slowly strolled over.
"Where am i. What is this place?" He said to the booky, "Is this hell?"