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Eloquent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2018 9:50 pm
 Azura KnightPoorly. It certainly wasn't the response Azura was expecting from Cecil who studied so hard. She didn't interrupt though or say anything. She could he was gathering his thoughts or perhaps debating if he should carry on, so she waited patiently. What followed didn't make a lot of sense. A semblance was part of one's soul, how could it not be healthy? She thought back to the argument with Tessa and her team. Cecil's anger. The strange black aura. "What is it? This addition?" She asked softly, her voice full of concern. Post Count: 81 Quest Points: 3
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2018 10:02 pm
{[Cecil Roydon]}
 α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
Cecil looked to her and took a deep breath in, exhaling calmly before he held up his hand, producing a physical manifestation of just his aura. A blue hue surrounded his right hand as he began to talk. "From what my grandfather said, this addition is something passed down my Family Line of hunters, not Huntsmen. They deferred themselves to be called hunters because they live for the thrill of the hunt, they revel in battle and as such... they become the one thing they love to fight, Monsters of men." Cecil told her as he was maintaining a calm state, until he started to think of some things that angered him. "Rage, anger, the want of murder... those are the things my grandfather told me that might bring out this half.... at the expense of my soul and body, I could fuel my techniques to make them even stronger and gain better benefits... yet I shorten my life span if I use it too much." He continued as streaks of black energy cross the dark blue hue of his hand for a few moments before he dispersed it. Aura was thankfully easy to manage, yet his was such a strain from having to control his emotions. "I've never experienced such a difference before until as of late with the bombings, the bandits.... I guess I've been bottling my emotions a bit too often." He told her as he looked up to stare at her with his emotionless blank stare, yet sweat was already apparent on his face.
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у
Semblance: Inactive || Weapon: Reiterpallasch(Sheathed) || Currently Holding: Nothing at the Moment
Post Count: 79 || Quest Points: 3 || Current Quest: N/A
[Cold Blooded Defender]
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 7:42 pm
Throlyn Warp, EMT
Throlyn would return to the fire station from the only call of the night, a sit change dinto the next day. He'd then decide that he'd go visit the coffee shop next door to the station, and decided to graba tea and something to eat. He'd enter the shop,see that it wasn't too busy,and quickly grabbed what he needed and left. As he had his walkie with him, he'd decide to go for a walk, his robotic dog, Boomer at his side. He'd look around, and took note of the rather empty night."wonder where everyone is?" He'd askritorically, and gave a shrug. He'd glance about with his rather large, lemur like eyes,and took a sip of his hot green tea. He'd then make his way back to the fire station and entered inside.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 5:10 pm
 The Atlas girl went to into the streets, shotguns on her hips and riot shield on her back. To the most common eye she looked like she was about to cause trouble but to any other Atlas soldier she was going to the bar. Onyxia went to a Atlas bar called 'The Motorpool' which was a small hole in the wall place. Mask off she had a tall one in hand, drinking it in the given area. Laughing as she heard an old joke. "Oh Lads, I miss this." The Black Ops soldier smirking as she spent time with her old colleagues. "Shall we play the old game?" Smirk as she sat down, a knife being pulled for finger fillet. Taking the knife she began to play the game. 88OoC:
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 6:32 pm
Throlyn Warp, EMT
As the hours passed by, Throlyn would step outside the station for a moment, and spotted familiar armor and gear. Taking note is was that of Atlas militia,he'd give a light nod as they walked by, seeming to not pay him any mind, which he was fine with, as he heard the alarms sounding inside the station. "They need an EMT up north,get on out there, Warp." Came the voice of the phone operator. With a quick nod,and beckoning of double tiem to his mechanical hound, Throlyn opened the door to the ambulance he was assigned, and after Boomer was in, he'd climb in behind it, and pull the vehicle out of the parking lot, and headed to his needed location, passing by his fellow Atlasian,as they entered where ever it was they seemed to be going. Sirens blaring, the vehicle would whiz by other vehicles and traffic,to get where it needs to be.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 9:30 pm
Spotting from the corner of her eye she spotted someone who looked familiar. Thinking he was from the Medical Corps of Atlas. With a buddy doing the game she watches as her friend stabbed his hand. Onyxia laughed, her friends laughed, the waitress freaked out and called for an ambulance. With the ambulance rolling up the Black Ops soldier fell out of her sit. It was obvious she had a fair amount to drink. Seeing who the driver was she gave a lazy salute. "Hey Doc, you served in Atlas didn’t ya? Med Corp right?" Getting back to her seat and yanking the knife out of her friends hand. "Dumbass stabbed himself in five finger fillet." 89OoC:
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 2:00 pm
Throlyn Warp, EMT
After parking the Ambulance and hopping out the back, with medical kit in hand and Boomer by his side,Throlyn looked to the girl from earlier and nodded as she asked about where he served when in Atlas. "Aye yes Atlas Medical Corps,Master Sargent Throlyn Warp. Now just Doctor Warp I suppose, but don't really use it as I"m an EMT. Five finger fillet you say? That'll be easy to patch up." He'd say, his voice ever present and feminine sounding, not on purpose of course, and got to work, injecting a small amount of morphine to dull some of the wounded's pain. He'd then begin to apply pressure to where the stab wound was, and once it stopped, he'd then get to work sowing up the wound. It took a good three stitches,and he'd prescribe something for pain,as needed and stood up,after packing up his medical kit. "you're all set for now, lay off overworking that hand a bit, though it shouldn't stop you from using it." He'd say,and offered a light smile,his rather large eyes surveying the area. "Anyone else need anything before I go ,and no I'm not selling heavy duty prescriptions just because." he'd ask,and awaited,His clothing's ice blue lights briefly glowing,then going back to a solid state, as Boomer headed back to the ambulance.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 8:36 pm
Nodding at the EMT she took in his rank and name. She pulled out her own ID. "Captain Onyxia Morrison, Special and Black Operations." Onyxia tucked her ID away. "Anything else... join us for drinks. We're talking about the good days back when Atlas was standing and exchanging stories." Sipping some more of her beer. "Can’t be too busy." Placing down the bottle she signaled for more. "Come on, one drink Master Sargent." 90OoC:
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 9:11 pm
Throlyn Warp, EMT
Throlyn gave a nod at the mentioning of the other's rank. "I'll have to check in first, but I take my night shift seriously." He'd say,his voice sounding stern, despite the side effect of him sounding girly inthe vocals. He'd radio in and await for any response. Getting an okay, Throlyn would nod to Onyxia, and searched for a seat. He'd keep his walkie on, though at a lower volume,yet still loud enough to be heard if the emergency was sounded. "Seeing it's a slow night I give it a good twenty minutes then I"m out either search and rescue or some sort of medical transporting." He'd say,as the iceblue trim of his clothing would glow again,and flash briefly, before going dull once more. "shall we do a poll on what it'll end up being?" Throlyn would say, his voice a bit medium pitch, and he'd turn to order a drink.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 11:08 pm
Akuryo Bekwood
The Bloody Knife
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
Another day and another night for this place, it was deader than a cemetary as Akuryo groaned from the boredom. He kicked down the door of his office and called out to his employee. "Where are our customers?" He called out as the man stood up and responded with."We had none, and not enough people are dying to keep us open sire." The person told Akuryo as his employer sighed and shook his head. "Fine then... I'm going out, hopefully we can get some bodies to come in to fuel my hunger and our wallet." Akuryo told his worker before he soon left the funeral home. He had his knives on hand and was walking his way down throughout the night. It seemed so young... he could kill someone and get away with it thanks to the lack of patrolling security but he would avoid it... for now. He made his way over to what would appear to be a bar and with a grin, he walked towards it.
He stopped at the door and thought for a second as he looked around, soon moving around as he sighed. 'This would've been a good place to bring my wire, wood, and trap blades...' He thought and opened the door as he walked in to see the man from yesterday.... and someone with a black hood. He grinned and moved towards them silently before he soon patted their shoulder's once each. "Well hey there~" He stated cheerfully before he moved to sit on the other side of Warp. "Didn't I see you just the other day working the corner of the hospital?" He asked warp, using that phrase specifically to toy with his female voice.
Targets(Company) : Throlyn Warp & Onyxia || Traps Set: None || Location(Specifics) : Vale Streets: Funeral Home to The Motorpool
Semblance: None || Post Count: 5
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?"
The Master Assassin
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 11:37 pm
Hoots came when Warp said he'd join the drinking. Raising her bottle and sipping some more. Onyxia was about to answer when another joined them. "Boy... you best watch your tone. Surrounded by Atlas Soldiers with guns." Drawing a shotgun before returning it back to its holster. "Sarge I'd bet drunken students or gun shot wounds. One at the school, one here at the Motorpool." Chuckling she leaned back and drank. She looked the boy over, he may have been young but she could see the killer in him. Keeping a hand on a shotgun she was ready if the boy did something. "So Lad, What brings you to an Atlasian bar."91OoC:
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 7:29 pm
Throlyn Warp, EMT
Throlyn Looked over to the man that walked in. "Ah the one from about five hours ago, that was causing a ruckus or whatever it was. "Throlyn said, his feminine voice showing signs of not being startled at all. His ice blue trim glowed briefly, as he offered a friendly smile to the other. "It's alright Captain, I'm sure he's not going to try to taunt us, but I got fifteen minutes left to find out. Always give one the benefit of the doubt." Throlyn would say once more. He'd take a sip of his bottle of seasonal beer, it seemed,and looked back over to the newcomer. "I get you anything?" He'd ask looking towards the young lad. "I do hope you're old enough to drink first though." Throlyn stated, his feminine voice giving a kidding feel to it. "Hey captain, shall we not make the civie uncomfortable? Wouldn't want him to feel threatened. Though if he's in an Atlasian bar, maybe we shouldn't underestimate him. Though I say we keep cool." He added in, looking over to Onyxia and smiled. He'd then look backto the new arrival."what do you say? We make this a peaceful summit." He'd ask, and awaited a reply.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 10:58 pm
Akuryo Bekwood
The Bloody Knife
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
Akuryo raised an eyebrow before he soon said, "You do know it's not the same day... unless your brain runs slowly." Akuryo jabbed at Warp's five hour comment verbally as he could hear Onyxia getting threatened and a grin graced his face as he could see that shotgun she pulled. 'Ooooh~! A close range fighter? Doubt it'll be useful against me~.' He mentally thought before she put it away as they kept talking about him as if he was just an object there. "Atlas Soldiers, hapless folders, the soldiers are about as threatening as a High School record." He told Onyxia before he sat himself down with a grin on his face before he was jabbed at his young appearance by warp. "Trust me when I say, I'll be drinkin' ya under squirt." He told Warp with a chuckle before he heard their questions and nodded his head. "Just came here to see if the Atlesian booze is still as good as it was back then." He told Onyxia before he looked to the bartender and then to warp. "A peaceful summit should only come about when someone's dead. Why not ditch work for a few hours and hang with us, we'll get you and your Robopup some real fun work~"
Targets(Company) : Throlyn Warp & Onyxia || Traps Set: None || Location(Specifics) : Vale Streets: Funeral Home to The Motorpool
Semblance: None || Post Count: 6
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?"
The Master Assassin
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2018 11:14 pm
"Booze is still s**t and peace is a lie hippies worship." Juggling the knife as she sipped some more of her drink. "Plus with home closed any good stuff is gone or covered in Grimm." Tossing a knife into a dart board she cursed, barely missing the center. "Bah one of these days. But yeah Peace is a lie. Unless people give up a lot of opinions and choices. And even with all the Grimm mucking about Peace is a more distant dream." Onyxia sighed, stretching a little she waved to the bartender. "Their drinks on my tab deary."92OoC:
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 6:12 pm
Throlyn Warp, EMT
Throlyn would shake his head. "Sadly, I can't bump work. Got to pay bills this week. As far as peace goes, peace is what one makes it, and from there what they work towards in the end game." He'd say, as he finished his drink. He'd look at the time and listen to his radio to see if anything popped up yet. Seeing there wasn't anything to report, he'd look to the others and offer a smile. "So, shall we chat a bit before my radio goes crazy. Given the time, something is bound to happen in the end." He'd ask the others, the feminine tone of his voice a bit higher in pitch, as he spoke the last words. He'd go silent and order a water, then await the other two to speak up. He'd study the others further, his larger than usual eyes glowing as though it were some sort of night vision, but in general, it was just how the light reflected off of their mediterranean teal color. His coat's trim would glow again,as well as the trim upon his pants, the trim upon his sneakers,as well as the coat's underside, staying the ice blue color they were,then slowly dimming out, and finally ceased altogether, for a good five or so minutes,before glowing once more.
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