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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 11, 2017 21:57:01 GMT -5
[ tfw i'm hitting a writer's block. ]
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 22:06:35 GMT -5
[[ o hunny i've been hitting a writer's block since before i knew how to write. ]]
"No offense, Oliver, but I would rather be stuck alone than with you for more than ten minutes," The Doctor informed. Maybe the bike ride had scrambled his brains, or just put him in a sour mood, because that flippant sort of insult wasn't the usual for him. Well, at least not in this body. Oh, the first and sixth ones had been quite mean, and so had the last one, but mostly internally. He'd had an ego issue.
The Master tutted next to him, swinging their arms gently as he said, "You wouldn't do anything about it. Oliver might end up strangling you though." |
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on May 11, 2017 22:09:10 GMT -5
[ how does one write
i seem to have forgot. ]
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 11, 2017 22:29:09 GMT -5
( Don't ask me. o.o I've forgotten.)
"None taken," said Oliver, who felt the same way. The insult didn't faze him. Maybe it was because to many came from his own lips as of late. "And I might end up strangling him." He was glad those truth collar things were gone now. He wasn't sure that last part was true. He might hit the Time Lord, however.
"Threats," complained Myrnin. "Remember what I said about threats."
Oliver looked back, silently asking what he was going to do to stop him.
Myrnin, quiet annoyed at this point, brought his little ray gun thing out of his pocket and shot Oliver point blank.
The other vampire didn't even see it coming.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 22:33:43 GMT -5
The Doctor gave a little jump, almost falling on his butt again before The Master caught the wobbly Time Lord, the neutrality on his face nearly comical as he watched the blast go off.
"That was harsh," he commented, drawing out the 'sh' sound as he steadied The Doctor, who was sputtering. He, after a moment, glared at him, asking, "Did the bike make you stupid too? I understand that you're dizzy and sick, but please, for the love of all things holy, stop that!" |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 11, 2017 22:41:39 GMT -5
"He's fine," said Myrnin, putting the ray gun away as he scowled. "It's just the thing I used on you, remember?" he said to The Master. It hadn't worked. Whether it was because the pounding in his head wasn't natural or because he wasn't a vampire or ghost, it didn't matter. It worked just fine on Oliver
Oliver blinked a couple of times. His eyes were bright red and he looked slightly shocked for a couple of seconds. Then he shook his head once, as if clearing out background noise.
He said nothing on the matter, nor did he snap at Myrnin. "Let's just continue moving," was all he said, beginning to walk. His eyes were still that shade of crimson red. It was almost surreal.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 22:45:46 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah," The Master hummed. He remembered now. He was thinking about it as they started to walk again, so he didn't even say anything as Oliver was actually nice for once.
"Impressive," The Doctor commented. He didn't care all that much about the gun, especially since it had happened since he'd arrived, and The Master hadn't actually been hurt by it per say, just like Oliver hadn't been hurt. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 11, 2017 23:00:43 GMT -5
"Red eyes are a little bit of a side effect," said Myrnin, rubbing the back of his head. "Dead give away that it's been used. But it usually last long enough for a human to run away, a vampire to find whatever food they need by means other than killing without being insane from said hunger, et cetera. If it's something natural, but slightly unusual, it's permanent. In this case...it will last a couple of minutes or half an hour at the most, what with it being his personality."
Oliver turned his head a little, as if listening, but didn't say anything. The glimpse of red eyes around his hair showed that he was watching others out of the corner of his eye.
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Post by Auransky on May 11, 2017 23:25:56 GMT -5
mintedstar/furLelouch followed after Sally, yet he couldn't help but skim every inch of the halls they passed. What appeared to be junk held some values within. It was just a matter of spotting it out. Items that were both useful, and useless just cluttered: it was a mess within a mess. Geez, this makes Rivils room much cleaner.. He considered. He turned his eye to see Sally and Snake up ahead: keeping a fair distance he continued obseving and ocassionally closing in on the junk on the sides for a closer look.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 12, 2017 0:48:55 GMT -5
(I'll also be gone Saturday and Sunday. I'll try and be back on as soon as I can.)
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 1:08:42 GMT -5
"Red eyes are a little bit of a side effect," said Myrnin, rubbing the back of his head. "Dead give away that it's been used. But it usually last long enough for a human to run away, a vampire to find whatever food they need by means other than killing without being insane from said hunger, et cetera. If it's something natural, but slightly unusual, it's permanent. In this case...it will last a couple of minutes or half an hour at the most, what with it being his personality." Oliver turned his head a little, as if listening, but didn't say anything. The glimpse of red eyes around his hair showed that he was watching others out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, I understand," The Doctor said, bobbing his head. He'd gotten to his feet again, still walking hand in hand with The Master, more messing around than doing it for balance, or even romantically.
They were taking turns swinging each others' arms as hard as possible into the air, trying to get the other off balance, like a pair of little kids would do when walking to a class or something like that. The both of them were very childish, and technically, they were babies in the eyes of Time Lords. After all, they both hung around the one thousand mark in age, and the lifespan of a Time Lord was a bit over twenty-four thousand years.
"Do you all carry those guns, then?" The Master put in. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 12, 2017 11:48:48 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur Lelouch followed after Sally, yet he couldn't help but skim every inch of the halls they passed. What appeared to be junk held some values within. It was just a matter of spotting it out. Items that were both useful, and useless just cluttered: it was a mess within a mess. Geez, this makes Rivils room much cleaner.. He considered. He turned his eye to see Sally and Snake up ahead: keeping a fair distance he continued obseving and ocassionally closing in on the junk on the sides for a closer look. "What are your thought on this place?" questioned Sally, looking back with interest in her eyes. Lelouch seemed to be studying everything with intense interest. It seemed that he was more interested in all these things than Sally was, and at least Sally was looking for something. Lelouch seemed to have no interest in either finding Freedom of Sable's Life. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 12, 2017 12:07:24 GMT -5
"Red eyes are a little bit of a side effect," said Myrnin, rubbing the back of his head. "Dead give away that it's been used. But it usually last long enough for a human to run away, a vampire to find whatever food they need by means other than killing without being insane from said hunger, et cetera. If it's something natural, but slightly unusual, it's permanent. In this case...it will last a couple of minutes or half an hour at the most, what with it being his personality." Oliver turned his head a little, as if listening, but didn't say anything. The glimpse of red eyes around his hair showed that he was watching others out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, I understand," The Doctor said, bobbing his head. He'd gotten to his feet again, still walking hand in hand with The Master, more messing around than doing it for balance, or even romantically.
They were taking turns swinging each others' arms as hard as possible into the air, trying to get the other off balance, like a pair of little kids would do when walking to a class or something like that. The both of them were very childish, and technically, they were babies in the eyes of Time Lords. After all, they both hung around the one thousand mark in age, and the lifespan of a Time Lord was a bit over twenty-four thousand years.
"Do you all carry those guns, then?" The Master put in. "No," said Myrnin. "Other than myself, hardly any other vampires do. A good portion of the human have them. It's a pretty new thing, only about a year and a half old. My...once again I find apprentice to be the closest word, invented them. She's a human, so having a vampire as a teacher can cause problems." His face soured. He swiftly moved on before he could think more about it. "It had to be improved on...a lot... before it was safe for use. You know what happened back there with those shadow things," he was referring to when he temporarily regain the ability to read minds. "Well, the prototype worked a little too well. It...it's hard to explain." Problem was, he hadn't made it, so didn't fully know how it worked. His experience came from being one of vampires the prototype was tested on, even though that hadn't really been planned. |
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Post by tinybreeze on May 12, 2017 14:50:09 GMT -5
some BODYQuote had spaced out for a while, deep in his own thoughts, but the sudden sheet of ice snapped him back to reality. He stepped back just as one of the small objects at his feet froze over. The trigger for all of this? A fan. A simple, feathered fan. Note to self: don't touch anything. He didn't want to risk, say, something blowing up in his face. Again. "You alright?" the robot asked Conan. Had the boy's hand frozen, too? "Yeah, I'm fine," said Conan, hurriedly taking a step back as the ice spreed almost as far as his shoes. "I shouldn't have touched anything. I remember now that someone else said that someone touched a flute and fire started to come out of it." He took another step back, his gaze traveling up the pile. "What now? Is it just going to continue to spreed?" He rubbed his fingers again. They still felt numb. ... again Quote wanted to say no, but the ice didn't seem to be stopping yet. Whatever it was, its effect wasn't finished yet. "Is there a way to, say... 'turn off the fan'? Or anything that can warm it?" he asked, slowly backing up as the ice crawled towars his feet. If he had his Fireball with him, he could just melt the ice, but his death apparently didn't bring his weapons along. (Wait. The ice was formed by a fan. Cooling fan. Fans help cool stuff down. Was that pun intentional?  ) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 12, 2017 15:46:11 GMT -5
some BODY"Yeah, I'm fine," said Conan, hurriedly taking a step back as the ice spreed almost as far as his shoes. "I shouldn't have touched anything. I remember now that someone else said that someone touched a flute and fire started to come out of it." He took another step back, his gaze traveling up the pile. "What now? Is it just going to continue to spreed?" He rubbed his fingers again. They still felt numb. ... again Quote wanted to say no, but the ice didn't seem to be stopping yet. Whatever it was, its effect wasn't finished yet. "Is there a way to, say... 'turn off the fan'? Or anything that can warm it?" he asked, slowly backing up as the ice crawled towars his feet. If he had his Fireball with him, he could just melt the ice, but his death apparently didn't bring his weapons along. (Wait. The ice was formed by a fan. Cooling fan. Fans help cool stuff down. Was that pun intentional? ) (I'd like to say it was and that I'm glad someone noticed, but no. It was not an intentional pun. xD But cool that it ended up like that. (That statement was also not an intentional pun.)) "If anyone has fire abilities, speak up now," muttered Conan under his breath. "Otherwise, someone should make a run for that fire flute thing, it's supposedly on the other side of the museum." Which probably meant that was out of the question as well. This wasn't going to be easy... "Let's go with this," Conan looked back at Quote, backing up so the ice wouldn't freeze his shoes to the floor. "If you're a robot, would you be able to get to that fan without freezing? Maybe breaking it will stop...all this." He waved a hand at the swiftly forming ice. |
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Post by tinybreeze on May 12, 2017 15:57:43 GMT -5
some BODY"I... might be able to," Quote replied, although he was clearly unsure about it. "If the ice doesn't freeze me too quickly, I could reach the fan in time. And even if I freeze over, I won't die like you would." On second thought, that statement wasn't very comforting. He really hoped someone had fire. Although if they could throw something at the fan- Wait, whatever we find might create something worse.
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Post by Auransky on May 12, 2017 23:03:30 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur*Cough* KaitoKidRelated*Cough* Lelouch was engulfed by everything for multiple reasons. From personal interests, to things that may relate to the sable's life, or used in a future battle. He turned his attention towards Sally when asked the question. "It's a prison when stripped of its wallpaper." He bluntly stated. "An illusion of dreams come true that hopes to distract you with everything before us." He added. "But, though everyone has a different goal it never hurts to stop and look around in your surroundings. You may just find something that will help boost your chances of obtaining your goal. Whether it be a clue or a weapon." He spoke, his eyes slowly scrolling back towards the sides. "There's a plan for many situations, whether it be for direct battle, or simply defense. If taken into aco****, everything can help achieve your end goal. Whether it is ending he life of one you hate, or simply an item to revive back to life. It would be wise to take anything into account. You may just accidently walk past your goal if you keep speeding through the gallery"
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 23:05:51 GMT -5
"Oh, I understand," The Doctor said, bobbing his head. He'd gotten to his feet again, still walking hand in hand with The Master, more messing around than doing it for balance, or even romantically.
They were taking turns swinging each others' arms as hard as possible into the air, trying to get the other off balance, like a pair of little kids would do when walking to a class or something like that. The both of them were very childish, and technically, they were babies in the eyes of Time Lords. After all, they both hung around the one thousand mark in age, and the lifespan of a Time Lord was a bit over twenty-four thousand years.
"Do you all carry those guns, then?" The Master put in. "No," said Myrnin. "Other than myself, hardly any other vampires do. A good portion of the human have them. It's a pretty new thing, only about a year and a half old. My...once again I find apprentice to be the closest word, invented them. She's a human, so having a vampire as a teacher can cause problems." His face soured. He swiftly moved on before he could think more about it. "It had to be improved on...a lot... before it was safe for use. You know what happened back there with those shadow things," he was referring to when he temporarily regain the ability to read minds. "Well, the prototype worked a little too well. It...it's hard to explain." Problem was, he hadn't made it, so didn't fully know how it worked. His experience came from being one of vampires the prototype was tested on, even though that hadn't really been planned. "Hmm."
The Master made the noise in the back of his throat, nodding. "I used to design weapons, back on Gallifrey," he told him, with a chuckle that came from the same place as the 'hmm,' very cynical, "never something like that though. Just big things."
Tanks, vehicles, ships, bombs, you name it. While The Doctor had always been clever enough to put his kindness to good, The Master had always been more gifted in the department of putting his propensity for cruelty and sadistic behavior to good use.
Weapons design had always been something that he'd been good at, being violent. The Doctor... not so much. The Master often thought that that was one of the major reasons they hadn't lasted. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 15, 2017 16:04:27 GMT -5
(Replying today, but really, really poofy. Getting up replies as soon as I can.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 15, 2017 23:16:33 GMT -5
(...I'm going to really, really miss...*just trails off*)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 15, 2017 23:46:11 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur *Cough* KaitoKidRelated*Cough* Lelouch was engulfed by everything for multiple reasons. From personal interests, to things that may relate to the sable's life, or used in a future battle. He turned his attention towards Sally when asked the question. "It's a prison when stripped of its wallpaper." He bluntly stated. "An illusion of dreams come true that hopes to distract you with everything before us." He added. "But, though everyone has a different goal it never hurts to stop and look around in your surroundings. You may just find something that will help boost your chances of obtaining your goal. Whether it be a clue or a weapon." He spoke, his eyes slowly scrolling back towards the sides. "There's a plan for many situations, whether it be for direct battle, or simply defense. If taken into aco****, everything can help achieve your end goal. Whether it is ending he life of one you hate, or simply an item to revive back to life. It would be wise to take anything into account. You may just accidently walk past your goal if you keep speeding through the gallery" Sally's eyes said clearly that she understood. "Yes, this place is very clearly a prison. But I also think that it is just as much a game. I feel very heavily that we are the pieces being played." She didn't like that, but it was how she felt. They were given a set of rules and a goal. They had to follow those rules to get that goal. It meant, in every way that the vampire looked at it, that she was just a pawn. "That fact makes me feel like breaking as many rules as I can," she said quietly. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on May 16, 2017 0:11:13 GMT -5
((Not sure where the last posts are so I'll just go by memory)) Kuragehime (and mintedstar/fur 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 i think) "Alright, let's go see who he found then," Arlo replied, then turned and started head toward the voices. She paused to look in another cabinet, but still didn't see anything that they were looking for, just a bunch of random objects that, in her opinion, didn't really look like they belonged in a museum. It seemed to her like Sable collected just about anything he could find. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on May 16, 2017 0:20:08 GMT -5
I wonder how Vyra would work here...))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 16, 2017 0:28:09 GMT -5
(Don't know... You could try her out and see.)
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Post by --cato phoenix on May 16, 2017 1:32:10 GMT -5
*Screenname: --cato phoenix*Name: Vyra Gender: female Age: 17 *Description: Around 5'5, Vyra has long, wavy, ginger hair and bright green eyes. She wears a light brown and white hoodie over a bright green tank top and white shorts, plus a sort of diluted crimson scarf and matching converse. She also wears a green beanie. *Personality: Having spent most of her life on a remote island, Vyra knows very little about the outside world and is easily amazed by simple things and things that most people consider completely normal. Despite not really fitting into her world, she's usually pretty optimistic and is very interested in learning about the world around her, but may become a bit anxious and/or depressed if she's separated from her friends for too long and doesn't have anyone to talk to/anything to do. Power (if any): Vyra can teleport, but she has to be able to see where she's trying to go. (she can also teleport looking at pictures, but only if there haven't been any major changes to the place in the image. *might be affected by the museum) *Tell me. Are we alive?(The code word. Read the rules.): nope, we're all dead here *Path Chosen (If you don't understand look through the choices in the intro): 3 Group player or single player?: group Other: *Starting Role-Play post(everyone start out in their rooms): wip |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 16, 2017 1:37:43 GMT -5
(Character accepted. I'll reply to the remaining posts that I need to tomorrow. I'm really tired and have stuff to do later. Night! )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 16, 2017 1:38:41 GMT -5
( ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя If you want, they can run into Arlo.) |
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Post by Auransky on May 16, 2017 15:41:35 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur "Rules have their purpose, but when harm arises and things grow unreasonably, then action must be taken." He replied passionately . His eyes quickly skimmed his surroundings again, though he was bad at combat, he needed a form of defense whether it be combat, or defense. wish Kallen or Suzaku were here...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 16, 2017 19:03:05 GMT -5
some BODY"I... might be able to," Quote replied, although he was clearly unsure about it. "If the ice doesn't freeze me too quickly, I could reach the fan in time. And even if I freeze over, I won't die like you would." On second thought, that statement wasn't very comforting. He really hoped someone had fire. Although if they could throw something at the fan- Wait, whatever we find might create something worse. "You can try it," said Conan, nodding his head. "It's the best option." He didn't have anything that could produce fire, so Quote might be the best option. He wasn't too willing to test out any random item, even if it was only to throw it at the fan. |
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Post by tinybreeze on May 16, 2017 19:10:20 GMT -5
some BODYWith the rate at which the ice was spreading, by the time they got the flute, the ice would cover a huge chunk of the museum. "Here goes nothing..." Quote muttered. He backed up a few steps, partly to get away from the ice and partly to get more space, before dashing forward. Right before he reached the frozen part of the floor, he leapt into the air, reaching for the white fan. It was only a moment later that he realized that he'd land a bit too short.
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