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Fantasy Reaper: Reboot

Everyone, the rollplay is booted back up for the day. It's okay.... You... Can go ahead and post. xD .


-AurathMoonblood
 
dante had never seen someone wearing such clothes he thought the only two types of cloths that existed were lab coats and the mangled and torn black garb he himself was adorned with. the more dante looked at the strange cloths the more his curiosity grew. he slowly reached towards her tugging on the shirt she was wearing. he noticed it was soft and unlike his garb ,which was blood stained and had the stench of death soaked into its every fiber, it had a nice clean smell.


@Blue Puppy
 
Skye was watching everyone else in the room, wanting to see who all was there. After she came in, there was a guys whose mouth was sewn shut. She immediately began to wonder who did that to him and why. Then he sat down by her and she didn't notice his staring. After him a woman with a hood and white hair came in. A few people started talking to her. That's when Skye felt something tugging on her hoodie. She looked over to him, taking off her hoodie as she did, reveling her messy bed head that she just stuck bobby pins in, "Oh, hey." she said.
 
Cam had came from a sleeping position into a sitting position on the grey couch. He took some time to observe the newcomers in the room. He didn't have any facial expressions as he looked at each one, but just simply glanced over. He bowed his head down, staring at his feet as his mind seemed to have drifted into another place. The man was tired, and had nothing else to do. Cam figured that he would go back to his home later on, since the only interesting thing that had occurred thus far was the minor fight between Revnoir and James.
 
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Leah's blank stare swept slowly, lazily across the room several times before finally landing upon the woman, whose white hair was just visible beneath the hood of what seemed to be a cape or cloak, almost. Her eyebrow raised a bit with curiosity at her asocial behavior, but the rest of the Earth weaver's face remained devoid of expression. Of course, her thoughts still remained distant, rather far away...


Rather suddenly, the black haired girl stood and paused for a moment to tilt her head at an angle, one that might be able to allow her to see what face this woman was hiding? After no prevalance, Leah simply stood where she was for a long, quiet moment before she returned to her seat with a defeated
'hm.' She did not break her stare from the woman now, in such a way with such an expression that might allude her mind working to find out who she would be. Her thoughts were present now, ordering themselves to complete a task and not revel in the useless, dull haze of being unoccupied.
 
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Mashoon watched as all the recruits came into the room. How many more of them would come. The one with the white hair and hood on seems kind of depressing. Mabeye they will open up once we divide into our squads. He watched as the people in the room tried to engage in conversation and he just leaned on the wall and shut his eyes.
 
He looked to his right, seeing a small end table which he didn't seem to notice before. He had become so bored that he aimed his hand toward the glass on the table, as if about to reach over and pick it up. Instead, fire threads came from the palm of his hand, embracing the glass and shattering it to pieces, as well as melting the remaining glass. It seemed that the shattering sound of the glass was the first sound that had occurred in the room for decades. He couldn't care less if he was called on for it, as the world was a hellish place already, so he figured that no one would really care about the life of a small glass. He leaned back into the couch as the fire threads swiftly retreated back to his hand.
 
dante nodded at her greeting he was more interested in the unknown piece of clothing she was wearing. he held it up by its long sleeves observing it. he then looked down at his own torn and messy 'pieces-of-rags' clothing. holding the hoodie up by one arm he pointed to it then himself looking at the girl his head tilted. he was asking if he could put it on.


@Blue Puppy
 
(Just jumping in for a half hour or so, so I won't be on that long.)


Revnoir watched the others, having given up on scolding the Recruits.
How god damn late can these Recruits get? Revnoir let out a quiet sigh, crossing his arms as he rested his back against the wall of the room. "So. Are we going to figure out our Squads or what? If not, I don't really mind just standing here all day. Just saying... Shit's gotta get done." He was less than impressed with this batch of rookies.
 
Skye allowed the guy to lift up her arm by the cloth. She found his reaction to it interesting. Then he seemed to be asking if he could put it on. Skye thought about it for a moment before she took her arm back so she could take off her hoodie. As she handed him the hoodie, another person in the room spoke up, "I know I'm squad nine." she said, looking at whoever just spoke.
 
"Same..." He mumbles with a weak voice, simply lifting his hand as if in a classroom to make it noticeable of who spoke up.
 
as dante had the strange article of clothing half on he heard something about squads. after he pulled it all the way down over him he relized it was a little big on him the sleeves drooped over his hands slightly and it was baggy. he heard others saying numbers. must have been the squads they were in. from his understanding squads were small teams of people. since he did not know which one he would be in he just shrugged. and looked at the strange man who had mentioned the squads in the first place.
 
The hooded woman pulled something out of her coat and in an put it under her hood. It looked to be a mask of sorts. Who knew? She pulled the hood down over her face even more to cover her hair then took it off. Her hair was now brown. <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/6a510d7fead0e2007e4630fc414799af.jpg.f0c823b4be10cd3f32836a6ef5801849.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="103941" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/6a510d7fead0e2007e4630fc414799af.jpg.f0c823b4be10cd3f32836a6ef5801849.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>(No hat obviously.) She muttered to herself, as if to remind herself of it. "My name.... Is Mia Arron.... Can't let my real name slip.... Have to stick to the recruitment papers I got." She spoke so low none could make it out but her. "I'm In Squad three." She spoke aloud now. She pulled out the papers and scanned them over quickly.

 

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Asilia had "stumbled" upon this woman on her way to the Weave bace. Mia Arron was supposed to be a shadow Weaver. This was perfect. Asilia's black reaper threads looked exactly like shadow threads. She had killed Mia and took her identity so as to infiltrate the Weave main bace undetected. Her reaper threads allowed her to even take the womans appearance. Her father realy was a genius. This plan would work for shure. All she had to do was gather intell for now and take out some targets her father gave to her via earpiece communicator. Her father's calls would come in on a hidden frequency only detectable by her earpiece and his. This is how she would get her targets.
 
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Asilia now looked around the room. "Hi everyone.... I... I'm Mia...... " she said shyly. She hatted this act but it was one she had to keep up.
 
Soon James walked back into the base. He had nothing to do and wanted something to happen. He stopped inside as he saw the woman claiming to be Mia Arron. He raised a brow and scanned the woman from top to toe. "And who might you be missy?" He asked.


(He's not the only one.)
 
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Asilia flinched. "I.. I'm Mia sir..... Mia Arron of squad 3.... S...Shadow Weaver...." (Yay shino! (Should have known u would be on too xD ) huza!)
 
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(Lol I'm on most of the time. though in 40 minutes I have a test to I'll be away for a while there.)


"Well nice to meet you Mia. James said, much more friendly than before. He just couldn't stand Revnoir.
 
"N....... Nice to meet.... You to sir....." That was too close. She was afraid he may have known it wasn't her. That would have turned out bad.
 
"Hello there Mia nice to meet you" Chris waved from his sitting chair smile on his face and everything "Names Christopher and am the Leader of Squad 6" He then leaned back in his seat looking and pulled his newspaper back up.


(Decided to post things before I get eaten by XCom 2)
 
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"You said you were in squad three, right? Then come to me if you need to get all patched up. I'm one of the medics." James said with zero suspicion but if Asilia was ever injured, she might be discovered by someone in the medbay.
 
"T.. Thank you James.. I.. I will.... A..and.... Hello Mr Christopher sir...." She said. Gods she hatted this act.
 
James walked to the couch he had shot and looked into the bullet holes. He then sighed and sat down, looking up at the roof.
 
Asilia looked around. Will any of them be targets? No they are new recruits. Maybe Christopher. He was a squad leader. Or perhaps the other, dark haired man... Revnoir was it?
 

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