The World (Player-Driven RP - free to join at any time)
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"Oh... okay... I'll get by, I always do. Even if I do starve to death."Without giving Tyler time to respond and without even noticing the assistant, the boy turned around and walked by the same corner he came from. going out of sight.
Grant stopped rambling and stared wide eyed in terror at the boy. Amelia didn't even register to him at the moment.
A few seconds later, there came a scream. "Oh Jesus, somebody help!" It was still recognizable as the boy's voice, but it was slightly deeper, as if the boy had aged a couple years since he turned the corner.
Grant stopped rambling and stared wide eyed in terror at the boy. Amelia didn't even register to him at the moment.
A few seconds later, there came a scream. "Oh Jesus, somebody help!" It was still recognizable as the boy's voice, but it was slightly deeper, as if the boy had aged a couple years since he turned the corner.
A large beast greeted Amelia by grabbing her by her neck with a single, giant hand. Before she could let out a scream, it picked her up and pinned her to the wall, staring at her with the single red eye that took up most of it's chest.
Without leaving a single trace that it had ever existed, the beast vanished and Amelia's ring fired at nothing but air. A few moments later, the boy popped up from behind some crates. "Did you just... you killed it! Thanks Ame- Thanks lady! But I really should be going now.".
The boy broke into a sprint and ran into a nearby building. The moment he was out of sight of everyone, he vanished just as the eye-beast had.
Meanwhile, Grant looked nervously from side to side, still seeming not to hear or notice anyone who tried to speak to him.
The boy broke into a sprint and ran into a nearby building. The moment he was out of sight of everyone, he vanished just as the eye-beast had.
Meanwhile, Grant looked nervously from side to side, still seeming not to hear or notice anyone who tried to speak to him.
I really need to get to bed now. I know that this isn't the best time for me to take a break, and it led me to change how I wanted to do things, but it will have to do.
Also: Jantra="John-truh". Like you're going to say "John Travolta" but get bored after two syllables. For reference.
Also: Jantra="John-truh". Like you're going to say "John Travolta" but get bored after two syllables. For reference.
Tyler had indeed walked off to find a barber. Once he found one he started haggling with the old man. Eventually Tyler agreed to go to the man's basement and clear out the rats that were living there in return for getting his hair fixed up.
Grant suddenly got up and pushed Zardax aside, walking over to Amelia. "You. There isn't any time left. Untie me." Grant demanded.
"Fahrenheit! Fahrenheit, what's up? You killing things for fun, buddy? Roasting them alive so you can hear their screams as the life exits their bodies? You're a pretty fucked-up dude, Fahrenheit. We're gonna have to establish a safe-word when I'm paying you back for all the bodyguard work," Ribbon panted, following Tyler down the steps to the basement. She'd been trying to follow him to the barber's, but she was out-of-shape and had short legs and had lost sight of him when he stepped indoors, so she'd had to ask the barber where he'd gone.
"Anyway, even if we're parting ways with Chill Penguin back there, d'you wanna see if we can track down that JonTron dude? He might still be a pretty decent lead. It shouldn't be too hard to find him, we've just gotta ask around and see if anybody's spotted a super-powerful magical abomination lately. There can't be too many running around these parts, y'know."
"Anyway, even if we're parting ways with Chill Penguin back there, d'you wanna see if we can track down that JonTron dude? He might still be a pretty decent lead. It shouldn't be too hard to find him, we've just gotta ask around and see if anybody's spotted a super-powerful magical abomination lately. There can't be too many running around these parts, y'know."
Cait had decided to follow Ribbon, mostly because she didn't really have anything else to do. "Wait, did you just imply you're going to pay him in sex? Doesn't that make you a whore? Like, an actual prostitute."
"No, y'goddamn... don't stick your labels on me, dude," Ribbon protested. "If he was paying me for sex, that'd mean I fit the literal definition of whore, but I'm paying him with sex, so really it's more like an exchange of goods and services. But not goods. Unless my ass is a good. I mean, it's not a bad, that's for damn sure..."
"Y'know... you might be right." In a sudden moment of clarity, Ribbon realized she didn't really object to being called a prostitute at all, because realistically getting paid to fuck was probably everyone in the world's dream job.
"That... that sounds like a story and a half, Jack," Ribbon said, squinting to read Jack's handwriting in the dark of the barber-shop cellar. "You take the time to write that one out while I'm dealing with Human Torch."
"My name is 'Jantra', and I also prefer it if you didn't call me an abomination." A raspy voice said from a dark corner of the basement. The speaker stepped forward into the light. It was humanoid in shape, but with the face of a cat. He was wearing leather armor over most of his body, but the parts that were not covered by leather were covered by dark fur.
"I prefer the term 'shapeshifter'. I have also been called 'Brink Warrior', 'Champion of The Wastes', and 'The Trickster God'. I like those titles too." The cat seemed to stop and think for a moment. "On second thought, call me what you wish. I'd like to see if you give me a new title."
The cat then looked at Tyler, before he spoke with a voice exactly like the poor boy that tugged on his arm earlier, "Are you sure you don't have any food, sir? Anything will do, I mean it!" The cat paused for a second before breaking out in laughter.
But without the shoulder guards.
"I prefer the term 'shapeshifter'. I have also been called 'Brink Warrior', 'Champion of The Wastes', and 'The Trickster God'. I like those titles too." The cat seemed to stop and think for a moment. "On second thought, call me what you wish. I'd like to see if you give me a new title."
The cat then looked at Tyler, before he spoke with a voice exactly like the poor boy that tugged on his arm earlier, "Are you sure you don't have any food, sir? Anything will do, I mean it!" The cat paused for a second before breaking out in laughter.