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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 12, 2016 18:36:22 GMT -5
I'm in search of role play partners and I'm honest to god open to everything. I have several plot ideas involving dystopias, Angels/demons, kidnapper/kidnapped, undercover law enforcement/criminal, possibly even us rping ourselves and I'm all ears for anything you'd like. I'd prefer to write over Kik messenger but here works fine. =)
my account looks edgy as hell but I promise i'm too lame to be mean. I also meme
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 12, 2016 18:42:47 GMT -5
Yo hi there you sound p cool
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 12, 2016 18:46:26 GMT -5
Hey! Not going to argue
You have anything in mind?
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 12, 2016 18:52:09 GMT -5
I sort of have an assassins creed based plot but it doesn't have to be AC based.
It's basically an assassin had been undercover in the enemy organisation for years but a new assassin comes in to spy and totally outs her to the organisation and they end up on the run
Also most of my characters aren't looking for relationships so depending on the plot and who I play I likely won't be doing romance.
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 12, 2016 18:58:00 GMT -5
Sounds good. I've never played AC so I'm afraid I won't be useful there but I can do assassins. Where should we do it?
No problem. Not sure who I'll use but if we end up with one char in particular he's notorious for going after everyone. Don't be afraid to reject/mace him or whatever
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 12, 2016 19:03:09 GMT -5
personally, it's easier to use the forums bc i have a proper keyboard to type on but if you really want to use kik i won't say no.
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 12, 2016 19:08:23 GMT -5
We can do it here, I'll just have to apologize for not replying very fast.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 12, 2016 19:10:12 GMT -5
it's okay, really. I'm just rlly bored so i'm not doing anything else rn.
so my character is ace aro and she uses manipulation in the form of 'relationships' to get what she wants. She knows it's wrong, but feels no guilt about it.
also is that plot idea okay?
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 12, 2016 19:15:04 GMT -5
Alright. I like your char, she's already caught my interest. The plot is good. How should we start?
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 12, 2016 19:22:10 GMT -5
uhh... perhaps your character could come up to mine and say something about the assassins? idk
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 13, 2016 10:56:18 GMT -5
We can make that work. What would your char be doing/where would she be so I can start?
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 13, 2016 17:48:01 GMT -5
Perhaps she could just be working at her desk?
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 15, 2016 15:36:06 GMT -5
You still around?
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 15, 2016 15:42:38 GMT -5
Yeah, sorry. Got tied up in another rp. I'll start tonight
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 15, 2016 16:51:08 GMT -5
When is tonight for you ? It's 7.50 am here.
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 15, 2016 17:01:36 GMT -5
Whoops. It's 6:01 PM here and i'm settling down so that would be now
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 15, 2016 17:06:51 GMT -5
A young man hung back by the door, hands placed in his dark-grey jacket pockets as his brown eyes laid to rest on the woman at her desk. He stood and watched for a moment, short brown hair and pale skin making him no more than an avrage sight when he finally decided to stir. The man straightening and took his hands from his pockets, heading over to the woman at her desk. "Could I bother you for a moment?"
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 15, 2016 17:14:26 GMT -5
"It depends on what you're bothering me about." She responded without looking up. "If you're asking for a date the answer is already no." Natalia was currently typing on a small laptop that sat separate from the main animus computer. From where the screen was, it couldn't be read, and from how she was typing it didn't really look English. After a few more moments of avid typing, she shut the laptop and placed it in er bag. She looked up, adjusting her collar. A thin chain hung around her neck and on it, she had a bulky ring with a cross on it. "What is it?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 15, 2016 17:42:24 GMT -5
The man snorted with her first comment. "Don't flatter yourself," he said, waiting patiently until she had put everything up and met his gaze before extending a hand. "Cray Woodlow," he introduced himself. "Shake twice if you're not who you say you are."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 15, 2016 17:59:27 GMT -5
Natalia's eyes widening before narrowing. She scowled at him turning away completely. "Rachael Blake, I have no idea what you're talking about." She was not doing to let this stupid newbie make her operation. Five years she had been undercover in Abstergo. "And if you keep talking like that you're going to get into a lot of trouble." She stood up, pushed past him roughly a headed over to the watercooler by the wall.
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 15, 2016 19:04:33 GMT -5
Cray watched as she spoke, remains where he was for a moment after the shoved past him. "Way to welcome a kid who's just trying to get a feel for the place," he said, keeping his tone light and pleasant as he turned, leaning against her desk to watch. When he spoke, he talked in a way that any bystander wouldn't question in the slightest- he was new here, after all. Both his false persona, known by the rest of the community, and his real purpose here, known by his new 'friend.' "I'm new and want to start off on the right foot. I wasn't aware the employees here were so unpleasant."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 15, 2016 19:25:13 GMT -5
Natalia returned to the desk with two cups of water. She placed them both on her desk and leant close to him. "If you blow your cover here, then we'll both be going out in body bags." She warned in a low voice, "Now shut your trap and don't act suspicious." She growled. "Here's a cup of water." She said pleasantly, "sorry for being so rude, I don't meet with people well unless it's over some kind of drink." She raised the plastic cup in a 'cheers' motion and brought the cup to her lips. Inside of Crays, there was a floor number and a code written on the inside of the cup.
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 16, 2016 12:23:23 GMT -5
Gaze just slightly downcast, Cray stared at the floor behind 'Rachel's' shoes while she cautioned for only him to hear. When she was finished, he shifted his gaze back up and took his cup, breifly spotting the hidden words before half-heartedly raising the cup to mimmic her cheers. "Thank you," he said, pausing to take a sip of his own. "Understandable. I'm the same way before my coffee. I'll let you get back to your work, I only intended to drop by and meet a new face."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 16, 2016 18:17:43 GMT -5
Sorry for not replying earlier I wanted to sleep more.
"That's fine." Natasha responded, smiling kindly. "Lunchtime is in a couple of hours, so if you want to have a bit of a tour of the place, I would be fine with doing it so long as you're not weird." Natalia finished her cup of water and tossed it into the bin underneath her desk. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work."
Later, Natalia waited on the floor number that she had given him, arms crossed over her chest. She was no longer wearing the ring necklace and only had her phone on her. She was tapping on it while pretending to search through one of the filing cabniets.
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 18, 2016 17:39:25 GMT -5
Cray had changed himself, and not for the better. Clad in sweatpants and a tight long-sleeve shirt with obviously no concern for appearing formal. He reached the top of the stairs and stepped off, a cup of coffee in hand while he cast a glance each way in search of his new friend.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 18, 2016 17:59:49 GMT -5
Natalia grabbed him from behind, holding one hand over his mouth and the other pinned his arms to his sides. "I was told that I would be sent a professional." She growled in his ear. "Not some kid who nearly blows the mission before they've even started their work." She sighed, "don't struggle - listen - I am not a nice person, as Rachel or otherwise, and if you blow your cover, I'm not going to be happy." She paused, "but as an ally, it is my duty to make sure that you don't get a bullet in your brain before this is over." She slowly removed her grip, eyeing him carefully.
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 18, 2016 18:19:00 GMT -5
"Jesus Christ," Cray uttered against her hand, his own already on the Barretta tucked under his waistband before he recognized his assalaint. He didn't draw but rather let his shoulders sag under her grip, not even attempting to mask his annoyance as he listened. "Look, sweetheart, I'm not the one attacking my new, innocent co-worker and talking like I have something to hide," he replied, forcfully pulling away from her grip when she began to losen. He turned, glaced breifly at the spilled coffee on his shirt and cursed, looking back up at Rachel even more irritated than before. "I'm not here to make you happy. I'm here to work, and I was told I would be meeting a professional."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 18, 2016 18:39:26 GMT -5
"I was told that the kid they were sending me was smart." She retorted bitterly. "But no, I got you, who comes up to me and basically asks me if I'm not who I say I am." Natalia let out a long-suffering sigh, rubbing her forehead. "You realise that you are, quite literally in the mouth of the beast? Osto-bloody-Berg is here, the man that has killed most of the Assassin. One of the deadliest Templars who lives and he's in this building right now. Had he heard you, you wouldn't have even lived to drink that water!" She glared at him. "And don't say you were being discrete." She sighed, shaking her head as she threw her hands in the air, finally done with him. "You're damn lucky that it was me you went up to and no one else." She pulled out her phone and tapped on it for a couple of seconds before slipping it back in her pocket.
(This is rambly nonsense sorry if it's hard to respond to.)
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Post by Foxclaw on Aug 18, 2016 18:46:18 GMT -5
You're fine
Cray watched as the woman ranted, well aware of everything she was saying. "I wasn't being discrete," he said, partially just to mock her. "And don't tell me your little tangent here is, either."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 18, 2016 19:01:52 GMT -5
"This room is private." She responded, "I disabled the cameras and the audio before I came in. I've been undercover in here for five years. I know how this place works. I know what to do and how not to get caught. I don't need a kid like you blowing my cover and getting me killed."
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