WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel turned to Joe. "None of you saw this coming? One wolf disappears, then another the exact same size appears, but knows all about the first one? God... even ARTIE knew, and he didn't work out my plan until my victory monologue."
Artie smacked him. "I was busy having cancer. And it isn't a victory monologue if you lose."

 

[Zepherus14]

"IT'S A TRAP!!" Joe points at Joel.

 

[Arrogancy]

Mat turned to Eragon, "I've been told. But sadly, I'm actually not. I'm simply another hunter for the Horn of Valere. If you'd like to hear a story of my adventures I'd be glad to tell you about them another time. I might even do my own rendition of "The Great Hunt." I may not be as good as a gleeman, but I certainly have my own style."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel growled at Joe. "What did I say about you talking?"

 

[Outisakanobody]

Will simply grabbed Joel's hand and forcefully shook his hand. "It's...very nice to meet you Joel. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but...I. Need. Alcohol." he said.

 

[Drakmorg]

Preginald was growing impatient waiting on the bus. "What the devil could those lot be doing? Well let's just hope they chased off that wolf monster. I'd better go check on them." Preginald exits the bus and heads towards the lecture hall. As he walks across the grounds he sees a strange creature destroying a vending machine and stealing all of the canned drinks inside. Preginald decides to avoid eye contact and keep moving. As Preginald reached the lecture hall he jumps through the window he previously smashed open, since he is not tall enough to operate the door. Seeing that Jack was no where in sight, Preginald sighed and felt a twinge of relief. "So you lot managed to chase off that wolf-monster without me. Good men. Now who's this new fellow?" He gestured towards Mat.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel perked up. "Alcohol? I..." he reached back into his corset. "have this..." he pulled out a bag of cocaine.
Artie groaned. "Ugh. I apparently have pot in my desk. Let's use that up."

 

[Random berk]

With the Nightweaver's band added to his natural skills, Dromaeus was able to slip through the halls undetected. He had to knock out a couple more guards, but none raised the alarm. Within minutes he was out, and found himself in an open area with a black stone floor, with several of the metal carriages around it, including the one that had brought him here. He went to it and opened the driver's door. The man inside, though startled, drew his gun with great speed. Dromaeus leaned to one side, avoiding the barrel of the gun, and clamped his jaws down on the man's forearm. He screamed as the sharp teeth tore through his tendons, and the gun fell from his limp fingers. Grabbing him by the throat, Dromaeus dragged him out of his seat and threw him to the ground.
"There is a major institute of learning nearby, experiencing a violent incident." He hissed. "Tell me how to get there."

 

[Arrogancy]

Mat heard the general call for alcohol. "I'll drink with you." Mat said, "Would you care to play a game while we drink. I have dice and cards, what do you say?"

 

[Zepherus14]

But you was BOOBS!! How!? I don't even... What is this!?" Joe shouted, completely ignoring Joel's comment on keeping quiet.

 

[Outisakanobody]

Will looked at Joel. "...No... just no. But...thank you...I guess." was all he could manage to say. He looked at Thom. " I'd gladly drink with you. Unfortunately I don't know if they serve alcohol in colleges and I'm not much of a gambler."

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

The talk of alcohol made Eragon check his person for a flask of Faelnirv. As look would have it his flask did indeed contain some of the elvish drink and he took a small swig. He shuddered as ice poured down his throat before setting his stomach afire like magma. He gave a deep breath and put the stopper back on the flask and repocketing it. Perhaps that would give him the inspiraton to finish the poem.

 

[Arrogancy]

Mat reached into his pack, he had to have a bottle of wine somewhere. There. He pulled it out, a full bottle of wine, the finest in the Sun Palace. Sometimes, he had to admit, it was good to be close to the Dragon Reborn. "Even so," Mat said, "We should still play."

 

[JaguarDwarf]

Alastair was impatient with everyone and went wnadering.

___________________________________________

"Hunter, It's been an honour i hope we meet again!"
"Me too freind. Me too."

This monolouge was deep and meaingful and it only lasted seconds. Hunter was the only one Alastair could get along with. He sobbed ever so quietly.
____________________________________________

Alastair was walking around the bus. He passed a Mcdonalds. He sought food in the establishment. Suprisingly they catered to his whims. He gobbleded the last chip before buying a truck load of them with 5 gold coins. He ate them quickly like he would have done if it was crack.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: And now, back to the present.

Dromaeus had run for about an hour before he arrived back at the college. Not willing to deal with security again, he decided to sneak through the grounds. Fortunately, the majority of the police presence was focused on one building, out of his way. Dromaeus reached the main building, and decided to begin his search there. Looking around to make sure he was not seen, he jumped up and punched a panel out of the ceiling, then climbed up into the crawlspace overhead, and began to move, undetectable to the people working in the halls.

 

[Drakmorg]

Glancing around the room Preginald noticed the body and head of Model 4 still laying on the ground. Approaching the head, Preginald begins speaking to it and stroking it in what could roughly be described as 'a loving manner'. "There there little one. You did good back there. Now let us get you home and fixed up now, okay?" Preginald placed the head and body next to each other and summoned a portal underneath. Model 4 gently floated downwards, the portal closing once it was out of sight.

 

[Arrogancy]

Before they could get to drinking, Mat noticed that a small machine-like creature with a top hat and cane open a portal for a pile of broken parts to what Mat had no idea. This was strange, but then he'd gotten used to strange a while ago. "Hello," He addressed the small machine, "I'm Thom, and you are?"

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: Heading to work

 

[Drakmorg]

"Preginald DSington, my good man. Dimensional Explorer, Automaton Extraordinaire and Killer of Gods. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Thom."

 

[Random berk]

As Dromaeus shuffled through the crawlspace, he tried to pick out the voices of his companions among the chattering of the students and other workers in the college. It was difficult, and he was starting to wonder if they had moved on, when he became aware of a small group speaking in a large, disused room somewhere. He did not recognise all of the voices, but one of them sounded like Preginald. He began to move in their direction, the voices getting more distinct as he did so. Upon arriving over the room, he decided to confirm their identity before dropping in.

"LAAS." He whispered, and the sound that escaped his lips resonated with the auras of those in the room before returning to him. Though some were strange, there was not question that his allies were also present. He wondered who the strangers were, and if they were hostile. After listening for a bit to determine the mood, he was satisfied that they were not an immediate danger. He stamped hard on the panel that he was crouched on and it gave way, dropping him into the room.