Fantasy The Bad Guys (Old)

[StrixDesmodus]

So, who should room with Violence and/or Edward?

 

[Veltsu VI]

So, who should room with Violence and/or Edward?

Riley? Sprios

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Indeed, I think so. Just gotta wait for Sprios to approve, and to chose which one if not both for Riley to room with.

 

[Veltsu VI]

Indeed, I think so. Just gotta wait for Sprios to approve, and to chose which one if not both for Riley to room with.

If AvidElmV2 doesn't post, he should post too...

 

[Veltsu VI]

Wake-N-Bake still in RP?

 

[StrixDesmodus]

I don't think they are. They never even started and I think it's been weeks. C'est la vie.

 

[Veltsu VI]

I don't think they are. They never even started and I think it's been weeks. C'est la vie.

Ras has been online last time at 4th of july

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Edward:Of course we had to be late, but at least we weren't alone; I saw a few others enter the building just as our car pulled in. I walked into the building, followed by Vi and levitating luggage. Another year at this school, another year I'm going to be driven crazy, but I guess that might raise my GPA from it's straight Cs.
Violence: Come on, Edward, I said, my tone mocking his name. Why couldn't he be satisfied with the name Mom gave him? Go quicker or I'll make these bags crash into you! I will do it!
Edward: I sighed, picking up pace until I reached the common room, where the dorm lists were posted.

 

[AvidElmV2]

Archie Bailey​

Archie let out a yawn, as if he were uninterested in the encounter, before heel turning towards his closet to retrieve his trench coat. He wouldn't be going anywhere without it, especially considering the fact that the inside was packed with an experimental protective padding as a substitute for the traditional armored vest. Its purpose was to keep him alive during firefights and close quarters combat and so far it had done its job... On test dummy's, anyways. Slipping the trench coat on over his regular clothing, not feeling like slipping out of it for anything else, the boy removed the duffel bag from earlier and unzipped it, revealing all of his things. He stepped aside to show the others and let them take their pick. "My way of saying thank you for including me on this venture, and for getting in your good graces. Don't get greedy, but you can keep what you take." There was more than enough for everyone, it seemed, and even then it could only be assumed he had more elsewhere. He removed his own gear -a pair of trench knives, throwing knives, smoke pellets, and a single shock blade- before zipping it back up and throwing it underneath the bed. "This is a good chunk of money. I hope you are all prepared to stab each other in the back for it because I will." He smiled lightly, although his eyes remained void of the spark of emotion that would have made it at least appear genuine, and removed his precious mask from its casing. The boy slipped it on, the fit tight and snug but not uncomfortable. He stroked the side once more, causing the entirety of the mask to light up with an ethereal glow. It almost appeared to be magical in a sense, but it exuded no such presence that any attuned to said forces in the room could feel. On the inside of the mask, in each lens, a video game-esque display appeared, running through strings of data and studying the forms of all those that were focused upon to create more. This was a technological marvel. Night vision, thermal, sonar, radar, wall-penetrating image tracking, communications, and more all rolled up into a tight mask that looked like it was porcelain... Even if half the systems were broken, useless, trivial, or only implemented for 'play testing', it was still a great invention in its own right.

And Archie had only had time to practice using any of it for three days before he came here. He didn't even know how to turn communications off mute.

Oh well, he'd learn as he'd go. Adjusting the fit of his gloves for a moment, Archie turned to Travis and gave a slow nod as if to say he was ready. "Let's go make some money and smoke... 'herb'."

(Sorry for not posting, I apparently missed a post and missed an entire page worth of content.)

Sprios
StrixDesmodus

 

[Veltsu VI]

(If someone wonders what i am doing, i am waiting right moment)

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Me too.

 

[Polyblank]

whispering banshees, this place is a dump...

Fengard was not the most particularly enrapturing of creatures, minus his rather confusing appearance, And as such, as soon as he'd heard the news that he was being forced to re-ed, there was no polite foolery in his capture. Fengard avoided the hellspawn that were tracking him for several hours, but hell was pretty good at capturing those that didn't want to be captured. So, after some reprimanding for avoiding re-ed, he was scheduled for a windy road down to the stupid bloody school of what-sit-called. Fengard had little to no interest in anything then - he was still moping on his own misfortune. He'd have gotten the damned souls if it hadn't been for being locked in a tower.. no, that wasn't a problem at alllllll. he cursed the damned demonic management to...hell and back, which held little value in retrospect. the system had forced his re-ed, and the circumstances were swamped over by the laws abiding capture. Not his fault he got captured, but he still needed to be re-educated. Jesus, what could a bloody upperworld "evil" school teach him? That being nice wasn't part of the job? Pfft.

Fengard snorted at the idea, considering himself much above the schooling system. so rather quickly he decided to shuffle into the bunk room, finding another bag already there. someone must be bunking with him - he'd do away with them quickly if they became a nuisance, he assured himself. So grabbing his relatively tiny amount of owned items - a scroll, a bright crimson and stone grey phoenix feather with no ink carried in his bed, a small, heavy (at least for him, weighing less then twenty kilos-) cat box with wool on the inside and a circular entrance. If there was one bad habit he'd earnt from the upperworld's crusty little humans, it was their irresistibly lovely cat scratches and cat caves. He'd never admit it to anybody in his sector but he didn't mind the idea of getting the 804# cat metropolis with ball on string.. Gah. Focus. He propped the cat bed on top of the bed, using the sheets as a sort of den lining to wrap around the box. Then, putting his eagle feather and parchment scroll inside, curled within the square sanctuary. Being dragged along on a several hour horse drive really does a number on you, because the hellspawn cat was out like a light - ignoring whatever events he probably needed to be attending. He didn't seem like he'd wake up unless something loud or someone disturbed him....

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

-[[ Let me change around a few things on my Character Sheet and I'll try and post. ]]-

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Okey dokey. just let me know when you've finished so I can see the updates.

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

-[[ Actually, I'm just gonna scrap Ira and make a new character. StrixDesmodus ]]-

 

[StrixDesmodus]

That's okey dokey too.

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

-[[ What time is it in the RP and what is everyone doing? If you don't mind my asking. StrixDesmodus ]]-

 

[Veltsu VI]

-[[ What time is it in the RP and what is everyone doing? If you don't mind my asking. StrixDesmodus ]]-

Evening near night time.

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

-[[ Alright, thanks. Veltsu VI ]]-

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

Drip.. Drip.. Drip..

Was all Hex could hear from the basement in the school, which contained mostly broken school equipment and old chairs that have hardly ever seen the sunlight. Hex was atop a table, his hood pulled over his head, smile as wide as could be. The sound of water dripping from the pipes was all he was able to hear, other than chains hitting wood as he moved to get comfortable. "Ah, yes. You. Fetch me something." When Hex spoke, his mouth didn't move, almost as if he were wearing a mask over his actual face. But, this was the beings face. Never moving, constantly smiling "Water. Bring water." he told the shadow creature, before it scurried off up the basement stairs.

-A few moments later.-

The creature returned, a bottle clenched in it's hand. It would slowly approach Hex, looking towards him with a nervous expression. Hex noticed this and tilted his head, one hand lent on his crossed legs as the other one reached out towards the shadow creature. "What's the matter? I'm not going to hurt you.".. The creature gave him the water, letting him take his fill slowly. "Good."

Hex hopped off of the table, landing on the floor without too much trouble. He signalled to the creature and it climbed up his black coat, using the chains, before sitting on his shoulder. "Lets go." Then, he climbed the stairs and opened the door at the top, being greeted to lights from the buildings electricity.

From there, Hex would go to wander the halls, looking for something to do.

(That's somewhat of a post, I guess.)

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Violence: I pushed past my brother to approach what looked like a living silhouette with a heavily fanged smile. Can it be? A Shadow Creature? I've only heard of them, never seen one before. This school is truly stunning!
Edward: Yeah, don't trust her, I remarked, She'll seem friendly until she tries to drink your blood.
Francis: Just as I was about to open the door, there was a small commotion. Shadow creature? Hematophagy? I turned my head and my eyes widened at the sight of a girl in a black, Victorian dress and a boy who looked kind of like Dracula, (and I don't mean like Bela Lugosi's portrayal, I know my history) and my eyes bulged when I moved them to see what must have been the shadow creature. His glowing eyes and toothy smile were sure.... something, but the girl seemed kind of rude even if she seemed to mean well. Or did she?

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

The creatures minion looked at the students (are they all students?) growling a little when they stared at Hex. Lifting a hand, Hex calmed the creature down, stroking the top of it's head. "Calm down, young one. They aren't our objective right now." He would say as he continued to walk, ignoring the trio. The creature calmed down, it's hairs on end though as it's guard was up around people. It would lie on his shoulder. The chains from his legs scraped against the floor with each step as he walked.

StrixDesmodus

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Yes, they are all students.
Francis: I stood dumbfounded, deciding not to pry.
Violence: What is your objective? I came closer, my curiosity getting the best of me. I was fascinated by the little creature and his master.
Edward: I sighed, catching up to her and putting a hand on her shoulder after dodging a piece of flying luggage. Give it a rest, Vi, before he puts a curse on you like the last time you put your nose in somebody else's business.

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

"You should probably listen to your friend there, Girly. It's none of your business what my objective is." He'd say, his Familiar watching them like a hawk.

StrixDesmodus (Sorry for the short post. I always post short when talking.)

 

[StrixDesmodus]

It's alright, and by no means do I view it as shit.
Violence: How secretive! it must be something big. But fine, I'll leave you be. I took a step back, managing to step on Edward's foot.
Edward: Ouch.