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| Who Should Become Vice-Commander? Vote Now Fools! |
| Ace (Sokata) |
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| GroundWalker (Joel) |
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| Total Votes : 47 |
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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:11 pm
"I see...I had heard that your commander had an expansive library at her disposal. I guess they weren't bluffing. It's a shame though, I hear demon cows make good boots. And Jerky." he finished with a grin. "No worries though, seeing as though we've already gotten to know each other, however slight it may be. I've no complaints if the Commander pairs us up as a team."
"You needn't worry, I'll help you restore some of your minions. I've worked with a clan of necromancers in the past. They...rescued me from a fate that I was not destined for."
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 12:19 pm
Can someone help me out here?
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 7:33 pm
((What do you need help with? Xin, where the hell did you go? Why'd you stop posting? crying ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 6:56 pm
"Oh?" Xinrie smirked, folding her arms together and sliding down the wall so that she was now in a half-squat half-crouch, using the wall for support. "What clan?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. "I might know 'em... Then again, I might not even remember them since I really haven't been back to my roots since I was eight and joined Mishaps."
ooc: Short, Sorry Meds killing my brain right now. Itll be fixed hopefully on the 23rd
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 8:47 pm
((Not a prob...at least your brain isn't completely dead from those meds...xD ))
"I somehow doubt you'd know of them..." he paused, leaning up against the wall behind him again, "They were destroyed by...well, they were destroyed over 250 years ago." As he finished he ran a hand through his hair again, bothered that it had been so long ago. Still, he couldn't help but wonder how expansive her knowledge of other necromantic clans had been.
"They were known as the Followers of Nerrull, the God of Death."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 1:02 pm
"Oh.." Xinrie grew quiet as she frowned, clasping her hands together and twiddling her thumbs. "Those guys....interesting group. So then I take it that I can mark you as being in the 'old fart' category, eh?" Just like that her frown was replaced with a smile. THey had many people from many different time periods at Mishaps since they accepted just about everyone. Heck, some of the librarians were thousands of years old. But unlike him, they looked as if they would disintegrate into dust if you so much as breathed on them.
Just when it looked like Xinrie was about to open her mouth once more, the door to the office suddenly creaked open a crack. "Well, guess that's our que to enter...R- the Commander certainly did take her time." Slowly standing back up, Xinrie would shoulder the door open and then keep it lodged there with her foot, waiting for the rookie to follow.
ooc: Pain Med dosage is getting smaller, now that some of the agony has leeched away...which is either good or bad, Im not really sure but yeah, I'll get Ry to post probably tommorow, maybe tonight
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:20 pm
((That's good to hear. Glad to see that your regaining your creative stuffs again.^^ ))
Damain had hesitated when Stalker had asked if he could be marked in the 'old fart' category. Despite his looks he was technically 518 years old, but he had never been called an old fart before. Then again, as the human race matured he couldn't help but expect the children of the world to become a bit more unruly with every hundred years that passed.
"If I'm marked as such, then perhaps I'll start calling you 'whipper snapper'," he said with a smirk.
Stepping forward from his perch Damain had grown more eager to meet the Commander as the double doors finally swung open. It was only a few steps before he was right behind Stalker, holding the door open with the palm of his hand as he let his Captain lead the way.
"Ladies first."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:33 pm
"A gentleman...those are rather rare here."
Would come the authoritative tinged voice of the Commander. The first tihhng noticable about the Commander was probably her shock white hair, neatly pulled back into a long swooping ponytail, the second, her golden eyes, but the third would be her age. She wasn't an old woman, nor someone in thier middle ages, she was young, incredibly young only being just over the age of twenty-eight.
She sat at her desk, fingers intertwined and resting just below her chin where her elbows had propped themselves up on the wooden top. Locking her golden orbs on the newest member to Mishaps, she leaned back in her chair to glance his application over.
"A gentleman...no need for that really, Captain Stalker is as far from ladyhood as any woman could get. Anyway, I suppose it is time to reassign the Missions....Stalker? How would you feel to take a crack at possibly the most dangerous one we have available at the moment? "
Commander Rindell's voice, as she spoke more would slowly make her slightly british accent more clear. Placing the sheet of paper back down on the table, she'd motion for the two of them to take a seat in the chairs placed before her massive redwood desk.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 3:21 pm
((Hi. I came to check up on this rp to see if it was moving. And about the restarting rp thing. Why not just make a new thread? There's a more likely chance we'll get new members. But I guess it's a little late for saying that since your Fall Break is over...))
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 7:21 pm
ooc:: I thought of that actually, maybe retrying it in the Barton Town....but last time I did that Mishaps failed after the first three days, so I was kinda iffy on doing anything there
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 2:16 pm
((Then in the guild would be fine. This rp needs fresh blood to keep it going!))
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:26 am
"A man should never leave behind his manners, no matter how harsh a past he might possess." Damian replied, letting the door shut subtly behind him. At first he was unsure if he had ever met a woman with hair as white as hers, but then he remembered an old vampire friend of his. Her eyes however were very alluring, never had he seen such golden irises. However her age had been the one thing not so surprising. If a child as young as Stalker worked as a mercenary then undoubtedly only a woman only a bit older than her could put up with her attempts at humor.
"There do seem to be exceptions when it comes to manners" his eyes gestured to Stalker, before returning their gaze to the Commander. It wasn't long before he took a seat next to Stalker, his curiosity piqued at the offer of her most dangerous available job.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 5:50 pm
Xinrie rolled her eyes, grumbling at what the both of them had said. "Haha, so very funny." She slid into the room, plopping down in the chair to kick her burnt leather boots up atop the giant red desk. "Sounds good to me...is Rubiks comin'? Cause you usually dump her with me to-" She held up her hands, making imitational movements of quotations- "balance out our crazy."
Letting her optics fall over to the Rookie, she paused, hesitantly. Obviously she was re-sizing him up once again in the dim lighting. After a pause, she flicked her eyes back to the Commander, leaning forward in her chair some. "If it's highly advanced is it really wise to have the Rookie come along? Remember the last time you put Rookies on somethin' like that? They totally bombed it."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 12:27 pm
"I wouldn't worry too much on my being a rookie. Here I'm ranked as such, but with the quests and missions I've been assigned in the past I can say that they were not for the average person. With the abilities I have, I can assure you I'm far from being the average person. What is it that you require of us Commander?" he finished, still showing all the right amounts of respect to the woman that is now his superior. It wasn't entirely known what this most difficult mission was supposed to be. Was it a rescue misison? Perhaps an intel mission? Maybe even a search and destroy mission. The possibilities could be endless. But then again, it could always be a cat in the tree mission as well...
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