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Post by lonehuntress17 on Jan 9, 2006 21:29:53 GMT -5
OOC: May I join?
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 9, 2006 22:07:08 GMT -5
((Umm, just a-wonderin', Lavana, but did you kill one o' the men?))
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 9, 2006 22:24:49 GMT -5
(Yup! No need to ask anymore... Just join!)
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Jan 10, 2006 1:31:30 GMT -5
OOC: what are the limits on character creation...i.e are werewolves allowed?
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lavana
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Post by lavana on Jan 10, 2006 18:55:07 GMT -5
((Yes, the human who twisted Jyp's arm.))
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 10, 2006 19:41:56 GMT -5
((Ah. Ok.))
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 10, 2006 21:39:02 GMT -5
(Ya, pretty much anything but really wierd and disturbing hybrids and all-powerful beings with no weaknesses.)
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Quirk
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Post by Quirk on Jan 10, 2006 23:40:59 GMT -5
((Could I join as the baddie, or are you planning on keeping that position for yourself? If so, I'll just join as a furry-type creature too. )
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 11, 2006 0:30:19 GMT -5
(You can be the baddie. I was going to be him/her, but I'm not always so good at playing 2 characters, so that would be great! Please join!)
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Quirk
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Post by Quirk on Jan 11, 2006 23:00:16 GMT -5
Artio was a traveler, exported and imported around the world, most recently to this place. Perchance she had been created in the farthest corner of the Americas, or perhaps the mountains high in Europe. Herself might not have remembered, and it was doubtless that the matter was one easily forgotten, brushed aside like a flake of snow. A sparrow flitted from the dusty roads to a small pile of rubble, softly diminutive and feathered dusky brown with brightly dark eyes. It skipped nimbly from stone to stone, and then soared to a rooftop with a flippant hop and sweep of two wings. She was a volkh--a shapeshifter with a twist of magic, should all else fail to suffice. Pecking at a nonexistent patch of spilled seed, Artio stalled as she watched the trio assembling below. One was dressed in blinding white that somehow repelled the grit everywhere else. Another had made some kind of effort to blend in, but had failed due to the fact that he was somewhat furry. The latest was almost flaunting a long tail that, although elegant, was extremely obvious. The sparrow made a peeping noise as Artio sighed to herself. Only the blind and deaf would fail to notice the three of of them, with what ruckus they and the brutes had made. Granted, not everyone was blessed with the same abilities that she had as a volkh, but there was also something called effort, and there was none here. Had none of them heard the rumors of mankind's threat? Perhaps none of them had heard. Or perhaps this place had retained more benevolence than the grisly last. ((There's a plot bug buzzing somewhere in the back of my head. Artio may or may not turn out to be so good, and don't worry, she does have limits; you just haven't been informed of them yet. I guess that she hasn't really taken up the role of evil terror, so that should leave room if someone else wants to be the big bad too, or maybe switch off with you, raptor. I don't do the 2-person bit too often, either.))
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 12, 2006 19:03:10 GMT -5
((Hey, sorry for not posting for so long. Just a moment.) Oh, yes, and, sorry to ask, I don't mean to offend. If you want, you can slap me mmkay? But anyways, could no one kill Slane, please? He's kinda one of my main characters.Sorry.)
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 12, 2006 19:05:25 GMT -5
Jyp turned as he suddenly felt Brunk's grip loosen on him; he turned as the man toppled to the ground, clearly dead. The cat-sprite gave a loud yelp, stumbling backwards and banging into Slane.
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lavana
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Post by lavana on Jan 12, 2006 20:17:40 GMT -5
((Alrihgt, I won't kill Slane, but just so you know she went back into the shadows or corner.))
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 12, 2006 22:32:21 GMT -5
Ankh's jaw dropped as one of the men dropped dead. The coppery smell of blood raised his hackles as it reached his nostrils. Ankh's nostrils flared as he sucked in great breaths, savoring the scent. It was impossible to suppress his instincts. The tall Anubite suddenly leaped forwards high into the air, coming down behind the cat creature and the two thugs. His eyes pierced the darkness and he growled, "Come out or I'll pull you out in pieces." He raised the khopesh and turned slowly, still in the crouch he had landed in, carefully scanning the shadows. "O Anubis, don't let me do something stupid..." he muttered under his breath in Ancient Egyptian. Jumping into dark places was not a good idea and frowned upon unless absolutely necessary. Ankh hoped he wouldn't receive a blade in his chest for his impulsiveness. The one in hiding was a skilled warrior, at least as good as he.
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 13, 2006 18:14:01 GMT -5
((Ok. Sorry, but...I'm a jerk, ok? )) Slane looked down at Brunk for a moment, his mouth agape. "Wha-?" he stuttered, then fury took him. "Who did that?!" he yelled. Then he spotted Jyp, sword in hand, and staring at the carcass. Jumping to conclusions, he yelled, "He was me best mate, you scummy little half-breed!" Slane leapt towards Jyp, who scrambled to get out of the way.
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