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[Skills: Pyrokinesis 70%, Parkour! 25%, Scheming 30%]
[Traits: Agile 10%, Hottie 10%, Honor is for losers 5%, Condesending -5%, Short Temper -5%] That freaker is grim. Loyal. Does not suffer treason lightly. Hmm.
"Yea. We ran into him at Uriel's place. Only hung on to him as I figured he'd be useful source of information on the the extra-dimensional entities." Syd quickly makes sure to qualify her statement. "Not that I don't trust our dearest Cassandra, but another source of information couldn't hurt." She shrugs. "Anyway probably a mistake, as all he seems to be good at doing is dying and getting kidnapped"
"We also ran into another one of the entities up north. Sticking with this whole Angelic naming scheme we seem to be going with, I guess she would be 'Chayot, of the Unholy Beasts'? She had an entire army of black plastic beasts pieced together with scraps of animals." Syd pauses for dramatic effect. "But ANYWHO, how did your missions go? Did stoner find his stupid rug? Did Cecil learn how to stop being annoying? "
[Alcatraz]
[Kruppe] Stress 0%RAD 0%Tetsuo 0% Skills: [Cryokenisis] 60% [Telekenisis] 25% [History] 25%
Traits: [Battle Sorcerer] 15% [Smart as all hell] 15% [Has a way with the written word] 5%
[Kind Ol' Sage] 15%[Got a bit of a wizard obsession] -10% [Discordant mind and an exuberant mouth] -5% [Afraid of Big Ol' Hairy Ass Spiders] -5%
Kruppe cracks his back and saunters on over to Cassandra's tower. "Could really use a staff or something. Too much walking."
"Mission was... complicated. Bro dead. Human-Mutant relations relaxed. Net succe-e-ess. Got rug." His thumb jerks toward the rug, drying on top of the Televator. "Will have to ask other group about Cecil." He continues toward the tower, motioning for Syd and Jen to follow him. "Information about black entities troubling. Will need to be dealt with soon. Doubtful that sca-a-arred man knows much. Not the type trrk ask questions. Will remain hopeful. Better than not knowing. Did cowboy secure signa-a-ature?" The green behind Dusty's goggles visibly flickers in the daylight.
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[-{Jack Helical}-] [Alcatraz] Stress 0%RAD 0%
[Skills]: Slashing and Stabbing 40%, First Aid 20%, Tracking 40%, All-Terrain Mobility 25%
[Traits]: Inhumanly Quick 15%, Garg. Chitinous Spider-Monster 15%, Deadly Attacks 5%, Arachnid Senses 5%, Terrifying -5%
Jack climbs off the tank, slowly and methodically. Ugh flying. Not built for it. He thinks to himself
He traipses over to Dusty, Syd and the growing crowd of returned teammates.
"Ran into the bandaged human at a tower. Seemed happy to get out of it...." Jack trails off.
Jack goes silent and looks toward the lighthouse. He sniffs the air briefly and squints. He seems to come to a conclusion and starts off slowly in that direction.
"I will be back again. It is time."
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edited May 2010
Hahahaha
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I want to do with you
What spring does with the cherry trees.
URL="http://glossolalia-rpg.pbworks.com/Cecil-the-Goldfish"]CECIL[/URL[Cecil] STRESS 0%RAD 0%
Skills: Fishing (Being a Fish) 60% Projectile 20%
Traits: Goldfish-Snake -5% Adorable 10% IS ALWAYS SHOUTING -5% "JACK!!!" the ecstatic little serpent shouts "OH MAN I MISSED YOU GUYS!!!" he says as he coils around one of Jacks freaky-ass spider legs. "THE HELL TOOK YOU GUYS SO LONG?!"
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edited May 2010
[-{Jack Helical}-] [Alcatraz] Stress 0%RAD 0%
[Skills]: Slashing and Stabbing 40%, First Aid 20%, Tracking 40%, All-Terrain Mobility 25%
[Traits]: Inhumanly Quick 15%, Garg. Chitinous Spider-Monster 15%, Deadly Attacks 5%, Arachnid Senses 5%, Terrifying -5%
Jack stalks the outside of the lighthouse, looking up toward the top. he can feel his prey move around. The air bends and oscillates with each movement of the small creature's body. It is really too bad he did not get a chance to do this early. It is entirely too much fun to hunt.
Jack raises a leg against the outside shell of the lighthouse and squints again. He grins, his jaw opening slightly and revealing a slight fang, mutated out of several teeth. The mutation continues. Always continues. Jack feels that in another time, he might have felt bad for what he is about to do. There is a certain helplessness to the creature that he MUST prey on. There's a sense of his own body that yearns for the hunt and the strike.
The hunt and fight against the BP Creeps only increased the yearning... the desire. Jack sets his features once again into a stoic frame. He cannot be kind. he cannot be lenient. He cannot be merciful. Not with this one.
Jack ducks under the doorway, his legs easily find power and purchase on the winding staircase of stone. He ascends slowly, watching the shadows and staying careful from his noise. Can't ruin everything now, the surprise attack is always the best option for success. Jack lowers himself against the steps, his entire body moving seamlessly up and along. He uses his claws for stability in the enclosed space. He finds himself at the top.
He peers over the steps and around the wall. He noislessly stalks out from the archway and traverses the smaller upper room. The object of his stalking search looms in the corner, engrossed otherwise.
He crouches. Still noiseless
It must be clean.
it must be quick.
It must be final.
Like the knife erupting from the shadows he strikes. He envelops his target completely. There's no light where this is now. There's only enough air for shallow breaths. There's only just enough constriction, only enough pressure, only enough release.
There's only enough time as Jack warrants
He controls the end.
He lowers his maw to Chuck's ear
"beaaarrr huuuugggggggggggg"
He shakes the child gently. The child's legs swaying back and forward off the ground.
^_^
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[Jimothy]
"Well fuck, I guess we'll have to go on that walk later maybe", Jimothy says to Henry as the the last group arrives, a hint of Sadness still in his voice
"Also, what is this about the bro being dead? Did the teleporter-thing not work or something?", he says turning toward Dusty and Syd
Felt like crap. My bones were burnin' 'nd I couldn't stop pukin' up black tar. I was dyin'. I was already dead. I open my eyes. Light burns fer a but 'fore I get used ta it again. My bandages 've been cut. I lost my leather jacket, my assault rifle. I look 'round 'nd see a prison. Where are we again? San Fran? Suppose that's Alcatraz. Huh.
A Man walks up ta me, other than the two who're draggin' me away. Seemed a bit like a paper pusher ta me. I was both wrong and right. Said He could be of help. "Yeah? How the fuck do ya plan on doin' that? Unless yer some kinda miracle worker I wouldn't waste yer fuckin' time and mine."
Skiff's eyes snap towards the tower as the message is sent across the island, and immediately begins to make his way towards it with a long, easy stride. Gripped by a growing primal curiosity, Skiff grunts. It was time he met with the little one.
Mutant mission's going to be wonderful. Big ol' truckful of ugly monsters.
Oh god I just had the most wonderful idea.
The big ol' propeller sword should be outfitted to be worn as a British officer's military saber and worn at the hip.
Skills:Debate 50%, Enumerating 35% Networking 30% Traits:Unshaken, Not Stirred 15%, Font of Trivia 10%, Federal Employee 5%, Dressed for Success 5%, Individualist -10%, Sigil, Green Warden, Carbosilicate Sword
My mouth breaks into a slow smile at the man's mention of a miracle worker.
"Yes. Something like that."
Turning to Felix, I request the use of one of his medical rooms. "I'm going to need to be alone with him, if that's alright. I feel this is going to require some space."
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[Skills: Pyrokinesis 70%, Parkour! 25%, Scheming 30%]
[Traits: Agile 10%, Hottie 10%, Honor is for losers 5%, Condesending -5%, Short Temper -5%]
That freaker is grim. Loyal. Does not suffer treason lightly. Hmm.
"Yea. We ran into him at Uriel's place. Only hung on to him as I figured he'd be useful source of information on the the extra-dimensional entities." Syd quickly makes sure to qualify her statement. "Not that I don't trust our dearest Cassandra, but another source of information couldn't hurt." She shrugs. "Anyway probably a mistake, as all he seems to be good at doing is dying and getting kidnapped"
"We also ran into another one of the entities up north. Sticking with this whole Angelic naming scheme we seem to be going with, I guess she would be 'Chayot, of the Unholy Beasts'? She had an entire army of black plastic beasts pieced together with scraps of animals." Syd pauses for dramatic effect. "But ANYWHO, how did your missions go? Did stoner find his stupid rug? Did Cecil learn how to stop being annoying? "
[Kruppe] Stress 0% RAD 0% Tetsuo 0%
Skills: [Cryokenisis] 60% [Telekenisis] 25% [History] 25%
Traits: [Battle Sorcerer] 15% [Smart as all hell] 15% [Has a way with the written word] 5%
[Kind Ol' Sage] 15%[Got a bit of a wizard obsession] -10% [Discordant mind and an exuberant mouth] -5% [Afraid of Big Ol' Hairy Ass Spiders] -5%
Kruppe cracks his back and saunters on over to Cassandra's tower. "Could really use a staff or something. Too much walking."
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"Mission was... complicated. Bro dead. Human-Mutant relations relaxed. Net succe-e-ess. Got rug." His thumb jerks toward the rug, drying on top of the Televator. "Will have to ask other group about Cecil." He continues toward the tower, motioning for Syd and Jen to follow him. "Information about black entities troubling. Will need to be dealt with soon. Doubtful that sca-a-arred man knows much. Not the type trrk ask questions. Will remain hopeful. Better than not knowing. Did cowboy secure signa-a-ature?" The green behind Dusty's goggles visibly flickers in the daylight.
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[Skills]: Slashing and Stabbing 40%, First Aid 20%, Tracking 40%, All-Terrain Mobility 25%
[Traits]: Inhumanly Quick 15%, Garg. Chitinous Spider-Monster 15%, Deadly Attacks 5%, Arachnid Senses 5%, Terrifying -5%
Jack climbs off the tank, slowly and methodically.
Ugh flying. Not built for it. He thinks to himself
He traipses over to Dusty, Syd and the growing crowd of returned teammates.
"Ran into the bandaged human at a tower. Seemed happy to get out of it...." Jack trails off.
Jack goes silent and looks toward the lighthouse. He sniffs the air briefly and squints. He seems to come to a conclusion and starts off slowly in that direction.
"I will be back again. It is time."
What spring does with the cherry trees.
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Twitter (mean leftist discourse)
Skills: Fishing (Being a Fish) 60% Projectile 20%
Traits: Goldfish-Snake -5% Adorable 10% IS ALWAYS SHOUTING -5%
"JACK!!!" the ecstatic little serpent shouts "OH MAN I MISSED YOU GUYS!!!" he says as he coils around one of Jacks freaky-ass spider legs. "THE HELL TOOK YOU GUYS SO LONG?!"
E: dammit I type too slow
[Skills]: Slashing and Stabbing 40%, First Aid 20%, Tracking 40%, All-Terrain Mobility 25%
[Traits]: Inhumanly Quick 15%, Garg. Chitinous Spider-Monster 15%, Deadly Attacks 5%, Arachnid Senses 5%, Terrifying -5%
Jack stalks the outside of the lighthouse, looking up toward the top. he can feel his prey move around. The air bends and oscillates with each movement of the small creature's body. It is really too bad he did not get a chance to do this early. It is entirely too much fun to hunt.
Jack raises a leg against the outside shell of the lighthouse and squints again. He grins, his jaw opening slightly and revealing a slight fang, mutated out of several teeth. The mutation continues. Always continues. Jack feels that in another time, he might have felt bad for what he is about to do. There is a certain helplessness to the creature that he MUST prey on. There's a sense of his own body that yearns for the hunt and the strike.
The hunt and fight against the BP Creeps only increased the yearning... the desire. Jack sets his features once again into a stoic frame. He cannot be kind. he cannot be lenient. He cannot be merciful. Not with this one.
Jack ducks under the doorway, his legs easily find power and purchase on the winding staircase of stone. He ascends slowly, watching the shadows and staying careful from his noise. Can't ruin everything now, the surprise attack is always the best option for success. Jack lowers himself against the steps, his entire body moving seamlessly up and along. He uses his claws for stability in the enclosed space. He finds himself at the top.
He peers over the steps and around the wall. He noislessly stalks out from the archway and traverses the smaller upper room. The object of his stalking search looms in the corner, engrossed otherwise.
He crouches. Still noiseless
It must be clean.
it must be quick.
It must be final.
Like the knife erupting from the shadows he strikes. He envelops his target completely. There's no light where this is now. There's only enough air for shallow breaths. There's only just enough constriction, only enough pressure, only enough release.
There's only enough time as Jack warrants
He controls the end.
He lowers his maw to Chuck's ear
"beaaarrr huuuugggggggggggg"
He shakes the child gently. The child's legs swaying back and forward off the ground.
^_^
"Well fuck, I guess we'll have to go on that walk later maybe", Jimothy says to Henry as the the last group arrives, a hint of Sadness still in his voice
"Also, what is this about the bro being dead? Did the teleporter-thing not work or something?", he says turning toward Dusty and Syd
[Skills: Special Agent Training 60%, Offender Profiling 60%]
[Traits: Keen Mind 10%, Intimidating Sonuvabitch 10%, Indomitable 10%, Made of Iron 20%, Carbosilicate Destabilization 15%, Asshole -10%, Miserable Alcoholic -5%, Chain Smoker -5%, Burned and Scarred -10%]
Felt like crap. My bones were burnin' 'nd I couldn't stop pukin' up black tar. I was dyin'. I was already dead. I open my eyes. Light burns fer a but 'fore I get used ta it again. My bandages 've been cut. I lost my leather jacket, my assault rifle. I look 'round 'nd see a prison. Where are we again? San Fran? Suppose that's Alcatraz. Huh.
A Man walks up ta me, other than the two who're draggin' me away. Seemed a bit like a paper pusher ta me. I was both wrong and right. Said He could be of help. "Yeah? How the fuck do ya plan on doin' that? Unless yer some kinda miracle worker I wouldn't waste yer fuckin' time and mine."
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[Skills: Primitive Fighting 70%, Predatory Instinct 50%]
[Traits: Amphibious Terror 10%, Sword Arms 15%, Feral Senses 10%,
Inhumanly Quick (1)0%, Unnerving -5%, Little Human Empathy -5%, Ain't got Hands -10%]
Skiff's eyes snap towards the tower as the message is sent across the island, and immediately begins to make his way towards it with a long, easy stride. Gripped by a growing primal curiosity, Skiff grunts. It was time he met with the little one.
Mutant mission's going to be wonderful. Big ol' truckful of ugly monsters.
The big ol' propeller sword should be outfitted to be worn as a British officer's military saber and worn at the hip.
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edit: knowing my luck though I'll be up against raneadoodle in the first round
edit2: actually you know what that would be tits
I'll see you in a month or two.
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but seriously. ain't gon get anything done, haha
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Traits: Unshaken, Not Stirred 15%, Font of Trivia 10%, Federal Employee 5%, Dressed for Success 5%, Individualist -10%, Sigil, Green Warden, Carbosilicate Sword
My mouth breaks into a slow smile at the man's mention of a miracle worker.
"Yes. Something like that."
Turning to Felix, I request the use of one of his medical rooms. "I'm going to need to be alone with him, if that's alright. I feel this is going to require some space."