Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
Are you trying to kill me? xD omg I can't even. roflmao
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Are you trying to kill me? xD omg I can't even. roflmao
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Hm. I seem to have stumbled onto Ele's Self-Pleasure room....
*Quietly skedaddles to touch up on Water Kingdom before posting it.*
*Quietly skedaddles to touch up on Water Kingdom before posting it.*
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
Yeeeeeah... that sounds about right. xD
Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Just saw a bunch of jungle fowl on my way to school. They have chicks too. :3
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
And when you get in, you never get out...
archur
watch for the flash
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Lots of them, lots...
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
And, when you gonna post?
archur
watch for the flash
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
Sounds like a kidnapper. xD
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
A booknapper, to be precise.
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
Like a librarian? xD
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
No, a booknapper.
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
So... you nap with books?
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
No, I'm a booknapper, you see.
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
I don't want to click that, I don't trust it. xD
BubbleButt
TFW 8 seconds have passed after Za Warudo
I added tiny bits of detail
Sorry, I copied off of you a little Eleph
Breen
The bloody teen hit the wall, covered in bruises and grotesque cuts. He would try to escape the man beating him down only to be pressed back against the blood covered wall by none other than Breen. Breen had lost his cool ever since the start of his interrogation, but he had to figure out where the missing Priests had dissapeared to and who may or may not have hidden them.
"Where? Where are you hiding them?" Breen screamed in the young man's face, still grasping his shoulder. His voice echoed through the alley as his interrogation startled eye witnesses.
He didn't say anything in response. Suddenly the kid dropped to the ground, with his eyes wide open. He died, son of a bitch! Breen took a deep sigh before spotting a liquid colored purple, oozing out of the carcass's mouth. He poisoned himself, or that's what it looks like anyways. He's probably from the Dark Kingdom if that's truly poison, but then again, he could have entered the Dark Kingdom and stole the poison as well. There were plenty of possibilities, but they're not important. Right now, he just needed to get away from this body.
He left the body on the ground to rot and left the alley, still frustrated of the boy's death. Only a select number of people saw the body before running off in complete fear. He replaced his glasses on the bridge of his strained nose before proceeding to continue walking down a random sidewalk, not caring where it led. This was Breen's life, following leads until he reached dead ends, only to repeat the process and hope for a different result, the definition of insanity at it's finest. You could consider him a hero, or you could consider him a psychopath, but he wouldn't care about it. All he really cares about is that the Light Kingdom stayed in check, because nobody else is willing to get off of their ass to do it.
He continued down the street, only for a moment, before leaning against a nearby blacksmithing shop to think. Was that really poison? Was he really dead? What was going on anymore?... There were too many questions running through his head, for now, he decided to go to the Fire Kingdom, clear his thoughts with some old brandy from the Prancing Quig
Present
It had been a year, the Priests were found slaughtered in separate locations, a symbol branded to their chests before being hidden, as for the teen, he was was only a distraction. The boy was poisoned and branded with a burn mark before being sent out to the open world, sent to face death. The poison would be injected in to the heart, continuing to inject a continuous but moderate amount of poison that would combine with the blood pumping out of the heart, that way the kid wouldn't die until the time was right. The heart would only pump lethal amounts of poison when the body was under too much stress and would end up giving the kid a panic attack before stopping from the amount of poison that had been inserted in to the blood stream. They had apparently knew about Breen's "methods" of interrogation and used the poison as a failsafe in case Breen had found the kid. Breen had gotten him killed, he didn't deserve it... it-it wasn't right, it was sick. Ever since then, it became a cold case, a mystery that had been lost to time, he was the only one willing to stay on it, despite it's worth. He was definitely having trouble with determining the suspects of the case, but for now, he would stay in the bar to clear his mind with more booze, continue searching the Fire Kingdom tommorow, then move on with whatever leads he may have.
WHOOSH
He jolted his eyes open in utter shock, lifting his head from the table almost immediately at the cold chill of death kissing his neck before passing by to do the same to other bystanders. He hadn't felt something that possessed such utter power before, unless there was-...
He fired a single solar projectile of high speeds from his arm, which waved in a horizontal direction before stopping at waist level. He had done it almost on complete instinct after feeling the deathly energy chill through his spine.The projectile proceeded in the intended direction but ultimately only ripped through the old, beer stained wood of one of the tables instead of hitting anything of worth.
"What the hell?!?!" He screamed out loud, blaring his voice across the tavern, signaling his discovery. The crowd had glanced at Breen for a little due to Breen startling them with his words which came with a shocked expression, but became disinterested and resumed to stare at the large, demonic figure instead. Breen stood up from his chair, grabbing his dust-covered glasses off of the table and proceeded to wipe them off and put them in front of his widened eyes. He had realized what was going on, while at the same time, he had no idea. A figure of such power... in the Prancing Quig? What's going on? He seemed to be non-hostile, speaking to an Ork of some sort. Jean proceeded to assume that he was just overreacting, but for what reason would he disperse such dark energy, was a reason beyond what his investigation skills could give him. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice him, despite him screaming all the way across the Quig. He struggled with tearing away his gaze but managed to sit down back in his seat and wipe away his shocked expression.
He would stare down the table, thinking of any possible suspects related to his previous thoughts that had been interrupted by the large and powerful figure.
"The Dark Kingdom is the main Kingdom for getting poison, but there would be no motive..." Breen said quietly to himself while succumbing to habit and rubbing his chin in confusion. He often said things out loud, that way he could have thoughts in two different places and overall make him feel like he has more room in his brain to organize his thoughts. The suspect would have to be a thief then, stealing poison from the Dark Kingdom, but if the suspect wasn't from the other Kingdoms and was working on his own plans...
"That would make him... Kingdomless?"
"That's impossible... the only Kingdom this guy could belong to was the Dark Kingdom, it had to be it..." Breen pondered to himself quietly while rubbing sweat droplets from his forehead.
Breen continued to ramble on to himself, trying to reason with his own gut instincts, zoning out in to his thoughts in the process. He proceeded to think about his plans on where to follow his lead before he inevitably hit another dead end.
"Alright, it's settled then. I'll go to the Dark Kingdom in about a week and get my answers there, it's the only way they could have gotten the poison." Breen said, albeit with a slight tone of doubt and regret in his voice and a grim expression, showing his utter exhaustion.
He returned to drinking his booze, hoping it would help him, only letting him down and making him a mindless drunk.
The bloody teen hit the wall, covered in bruises and grotesque cuts. He would try to escape the man beating him down only to be pressed back against the blood covered wall by none other than Breen. Breen had lost his cool ever since the start of his interrogation, but he had to figure out where the missing Priests had dissapeared to and who may or may not have hidden them.
"Where? Where are you hiding them?" Breen screamed in the young man's face, still grasping his shoulder. His voice echoed through the alley as his interrogation startled eye witnesses.
He didn't say anything in response. Suddenly the kid dropped to the ground, with his eyes wide open. He died, son of a bitch! Breen took a deep sigh before spotting a liquid colored purple, oozing out of the carcass's mouth. He poisoned himself, or that's what it looks like anyways. He's probably from the Dark Kingdom if that's truly poison, but then again, he could have entered the Dark Kingdom and stole the poison as well. There were plenty of possibilities, but they're not important. Right now, he just needed to get away from this body.
He left the body on the ground to rot and left the alley, still frustrated of the boy's death. Only a select number of people saw the body before running off in complete fear. He replaced his glasses on the bridge of his strained nose before proceeding to continue walking down a random sidewalk, not caring where it led. This was Breen's life, following leads until he reached dead ends, only to repeat the process and hope for a different result, the definition of insanity at it's finest. You could consider him a hero, or you could consider him a psychopath, but he wouldn't care about it. All he really cares about is that the Light Kingdom stayed in check, because nobody else is willing to get off of their ass to do it.
He continued down the street, only for a moment, before leaning against a nearby blacksmithing shop to think. Was that really poison? Was he really dead? What was going on anymore?... There were too many questions running through his head, for now, he decided to go to the Fire Kingdom, clear his thoughts with some old brandy from the Prancing Quig
Present
It had been a year, the Priests were found slaughtered in separate locations, a symbol branded to their chests before being hidden, as for the teen, he was was only a distraction. The boy was poisoned and branded with a burn mark before being sent out to the open world, sent to face death. The poison would be injected in to the heart, continuing to inject a continuous but moderate amount of poison that would combine with the blood pumping out of the heart, that way the kid wouldn't die until the time was right. The heart would only pump lethal amounts of poison when the body was under too much stress and would end up giving the kid a panic attack before stopping from the amount of poison that had been inserted in to the blood stream. They had apparently knew about Breen's "methods" of interrogation and used the poison as a failsafe in case Breen had found the kid. Breen had gotten him killed, he didn't deserve it... it-it wasn't right, it was sick. Ever since then, it became a cold case, a mystery that had been lost to time, he was the only one willing to stay on it, despite it's worth. He was definitely having trouble with determining the suspects of the case, but for now, he would stay in the bar to clear his mind with more booze, continue searching the Fire Kingdom tommorow, then move on with whatever leads he may have.
WHOOSH
He jolted his eyes open in utter shock, lifting his head from the table almost immediately at the cold chill of death kissing his neck before passing by to do the same to other bystanders. He hadn't felt something that possessed such utter power before, unless there was-...
He fired a single solar projectile of high speeds from his arm, which waved in a horizontal direction before stopping at waist level. He had done it almost on complete instinct after feeling the deathly energy chill through his spine.The projectile proceeded in the intended direction but ultimately only ripped through the old, beer stained wood of one of the tables instead of hitting anything of worth.
"What the hell?!?!" He screamed out loud, blaring his voice across the tavern, signaling his discovery. The crowd had glanced at Breen for a little due to Breen startling them with his words which came with a shocked expression, but became disinterested and resumed to stare at the large, demonic figure instead. Breen stood up from his chair, grabbing his dust-covered glasses off of the table and proceeded to wipe them off and put them in front of his widened eyes. He had realized what was going on, while at the same time, he had no idea. A figure of such power... in the Prancing Quig? What's going on? He seemed to be non-hostile, speaking to an Ork of some sort. Jean proceeded to assume that he was just overreacting, but for what reason would he disperse such dark energy, was a reason beyond what his investigation skills could give him. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice him, despite him screaming all the way across the Quig. He struggled with tearing away his gaze but managed to sit down back in his seat and wipe away his shocked expression.
He would stare down the table, thinking of any possible suspects related to his previous thoughts that had been interrupted by the large and powerful figure.
"The Dark Kingdom is the main Kingdom for getting poison, but there would be no motive..." Breen said quietly to himself while succumbing to habit and rubbing his chin in confusion. He often said things out loud, that way he could have thoughts in two different places and overall make him feel like he has more room in his brain to organize his thoughts. The suspect would have to be a thief then, stealing poison from the Dark Kingdom, but if the suspect wasn't from the other Kingdoms and was working on his own plans...
"That would make him... Kingdomless?"
"That's impossible... the only Kingdom this guy could belong to was the Dark Kingdom, it had to be it..." Breen pondered to himself quietly while rubbing sweat droplets from his forehead.
Breen continued to ramble on to himself, trying to reason with his own gut instincts, zoning out in to his thoughts in the process. He proceeded to think about his plans on where to follow his lead before he inevitably hit another dead end.
"Alright, it's settled then. I'll go to the Dark Kingdom in about a week and get my answers there, it's the only way they could have gotten the poison." Breen said, albeit with a slight tone of doubt and regret in his voice and a grim expression, showing his utter exhaustion.
He returned to drinking his booze, hoping it would help him, only letting him down and making him a mindless drunk.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
Ah, if you did that in my country, you'd be so deaddddd.
And if people hear that you do drugs, armed men in a van will come to your house, kidnap ya, and then kill you execution style.
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Oh, I know that. Probably would be in jail if I did it in America too — or if I was, at the very least, caught doing it.
But... LSD!
Still, the dosage was relatively minor and all I felt was a weird tingling sensation.
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Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Oh right. Heard about this.
