WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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Well no he has a very powerful man on top of him singing the troll songNile McMorrow said:I was kinda wondering how he seemed to get everywhere in what seemed seconds. And I thought Alastair was a normal human.
AS Dromaeus felt warm enough to move around and stood up to stretch, a strange, and soggy human, burst out of the surf and came splashing awkwardly up the beach to where he stood, before demanding his identity. Dromaeus's jaw muscles twitched, a sign of confusion. Who was this strange fellow, and why would he demand to know who he was, despite the presence of the others in the camp.
"My name is Dromaeus of Black-Marsh." He answered, continuing his stretches as though the human were not there. "Thief, Master assassin, and slayer of the Dragon Alduin, as well as many other feats that you could likely not comprehend. And you are?"
OOC: What?
"My name is Dromaeus of Black-Marsh." He answered, continuing his stretches as though the human were not there. "Thief, Master assassin, and slayer of the Dragon Alduin, as well as many other feats that you could likely not comprehend. And you are?"
OOC: What?
"Alastair i hunted the wolf here but found it was not he who destroyed my village but this rugel fellow" Alastair lowered his sword but did not relax he wasent sure what this mans occupation was.
OOC: I will be in transit for the next 20 minutes or so. I'll get back online when I'm at home.
Dromaeus eyed the man for a few seconds. His clothing, apart from beingn sodden, looked unimpressive, and his weapons were not eye catching. The Argonian pondered to himself, wondering if the man might have anything at all worth taking, other than his life. A good fight always warmed his blood.
Dromaeus eyed the man for a few seconds. His clothing, apart from beingn sodden, looked unimpressive, and his weapons were not eye catching. The Argonian pondered to himself, wondering if the man might have anything at all worth taking, other than his life. A good fight always warmed his blood.
OOC: deal with it Jaguar i told you this thing moves really slowly at times...plot elements don't just happen in an instant, there is such a thing as pacing, drama, character and story archs
lolwhut?JaguarDwarf said:
As Renlen approached the beach, he unclipped GS and powered him up. He would of course require a means to facilitate what he knew to his companions. Though something strange occurred when the sphercial bot began floating by his side, Renlen heard a small beeping inside his head suggesting that GS had detected something watching them. He paused in his progress towards the beach and cast an eye around his location. There were plenty of places for an assassin to hide as well as for an ambush to be sprung from. Clutching the revolver in his right hand tighter, Renlen continued to head for the beach with caution.
OOC: Well I can't attack Reneln because im going to work in 30 mins so I guess Ill just have to reign in swiftrunners rage for now
That orb floating around Renlen seemed to be where the majority of his tricks originated from, Swiftrunner would have to take it out. The beach was no place for a pitched battle however, with Renlen's allies so close at hand. He would wait for Renlen to move to a more suitable location but for now he kept following.
That orb floating around Renlen seemed to be where the majority of his tricks originated from, Swiftrunner would have to take it out. The beach was no place for a pitched battle however, with Renlen's allies so close at hand. He would wait for Renlen to move to a more suitable location but for now he kept following.
Alastair watched the fish fell asleep. "commoners" Alastair whispered and began up a road.
He saw a floating orb and a man? " Hello?"
OOC: LOL
He saw a floating orb and a man? " Hello?"
OOC: LOL
Rugal flicked the bullet away and followed the man's tracks to the sea.
"He swam away?...well thats...new..."
He looked out to the sea again, it was quite a morning.
ooc = gotta sign off, prick brother wants the only working internet...
"He swam away?...well thats...new..."
He looked out to the sea again, it was quite a morning.
ooc = gotta sign off, prick brother wants the only working internet...
Alek stirred in the commander's quarters of the Imperial Eagle. The dreadnought was capable of housing a regiment of operators in its sleeping quarters, but as commander, he had certain privileges, his own private room, for one. The room wasn't very big, by most standards, room enough for a bed, a dresser, and a desk on which to work. By standards of most living quarters in the landnavy it was almost a palace unto itself. Today was the day. Probably. It would depend on what drama was going to play out and who was going to try to kill/betray whom. He pulled on his uniform, well, regardless, he wasn't going to be caught up in it. His secrets were already out. Funny, Alek thought, he believed that when his secrets were out in the open he would feel free, unburdened, perhaps even a little safer. He didn't. That wasn't surprising. Alek checked his pistol. Things were not going to go well today, he knew, it was best to prepare.
As Renlen's feet crushed sand, he moved from the decimated ruins that had once been Tokyo and onto the beach. In front of him he saw his companions had set up camp next to the construction site of a large device of a design that he had never seen throughout his many transdimensional travels. Renlen then heard the sound of shingle being stepped on as a man dressed in some form of medieval armour approached him before offering a greeting. Renlen turned to face the man and 'said' "Greetings my good fellow. Do you happen to be an ally of my fellow compatriots in their battle against Rugal?"
OOC: off to work...hope i dont have to Deus Ex Machina into the final showdown when I come back.
"yes, i am" He stuttered. " i have this to thank him for"-points at face-
"where are my manners im Alastair head hunter of my village witch was destoryed by rugel i recognize his face"
"where are my manners im Alastair head hunter of my village witch was destoryed by rugel i recognize his face"
OOC: sorry but the story says we are meant to throw you through a wall and shoot you.VeneratedWulfen93 said:
Your name is now Adam Jensen.
OOC: And, I'm back.
Dromaeus watched indifferently as the man from the sea stormed off down the beach, muttering to himself, then shrugged, and set off to the water's edge, stripping to his loincloth. He was hungry, and hoped that the area was home to some palatable fish.
Dromaeus watched indifferently as the man from the sea stormed off down the beach, muttering to himself, then shrugged, and set off to the water's edge, stripping to his loincloth. He was hungry, and hoped that the area was home to some palatable fish.
Alastair was roaming after talking to the Man and his"orb". "HEY! you the fish"
Alastair ran towards his aquintance."hello im alastair who are you?"
Alastair ran towards his aquintance."hello im alastair who are you?"
You don't know how weird it is thinking you have Adam Jensen in werewolf form following you around.JaguarDwarf said:
"Ah, a truly tragic tale I'm sure. It's good to meet you Alastair. I am Renlen Deadeye, dimensional explorer and certified technological expert in machines and weaponary. You have my sympathies for the state of your face." 'said' Renlen as Alastair turned and headed back for the shoreline. "Hrrmm. Rude" he thought.
OOC: Are you addressing me?
Shortly afterwards, as Dromaeus strolled back up the beach, taking great bites from the belly of a good sized chinook salmon, he heard a call and looked around to see the man from the sea approaching him.
"Hey! You, the fish!" Dromaeus uttered a deep, menacing hiss and turned to face the insolent human, laying the salmon on its scaled side, to avoid getting sand in the flesh.
"I am having a good morning, human, so I'll forgive you your stupidity for now, something that I rarely do. I am an Argonian of Black-Marsh, and as such, you will show respect. Refer to me as 'fish' again, and I will have your tongue, is that clear?" He revealed his sharp, serrated teeth for good measure.
Shortly afterwards, as Dromaeus strolled back up the beach, taking great bites from the belly of a good sized chinook salmon, he heard a call and looked around to see the man from the sea approaching him.
"Hey! You, the fish!" Dromaeus uttered a deep, menacing hiss and turned to face the insolent human, laying the salmon on its scaled side, to avoid getting sand in the flesh.
"I am having a good morning, human, so I'll forgive you your stupidity for now, something that I rarely do. I am an Argonian of Black-Marsh, and as such, you will show respect. Refer to me as 'fish' again, and I will have your tongue, is that clear?" He revealed his sharp, serrated teeth for good measure.