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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 19, 2016 6:34:34 GMT -5
This thread was orignally a plot thread but now as Night and I seem to be the main ones here I thought that i might just make it our thread
anyone is welcome. Roleplaying is closed.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 19, 2016 19:15:14 GMT -5
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 19, 2016 23:06:08 GMT -5
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 20, 2016 2:16:47 GMT -5
*smacks thread with hammer*
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 20, 2016 3:40:04 GMT -5
(I'm very interested in plots 1 and 2 c: Could I get a little background info? For Plot 1, what time period is it set in? And for plot 2, is the assassin a childhood friend or a different character? Either way, I think Imma claim plot 1!)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 20, 2016 4:13:49 GMT -5
For plot 1, it's around the 1800s. For plot two, the assassin is the childhood character and ex fiance that staged their murder. but plot 1 is all yours
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 20, 2016 14:30:54 GMT -5
(Okay cool! Do you want me character info?)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 20, 2016 18:00:43 GMT -5
sky - only if you want to I don't mind. @ night - sorry it's already takwn and done normally do duplicates. Is there another one you may be interested in? If not would you make another thread for us?
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 5:03:06 GMT -5
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 17:04:25 GMT -5
lol of course it's all yours.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 18:16:05 GMT -5
I was planning on playing the assassin, but I think it might be a good chance of pace to be able to play as the doctor. I've never tried it so I might be a little rusty.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 19:16:56 GMT -5
No really, it's okay. I think that i would like to try and do the doctor.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 19:38:12 GMT -5
It's just as easy either way.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 21, 2016 21:20:01 GMT -5
(Sorry I've had stuff to do x.x Just to clarify, my character is a piratey sortof individual right?)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 21:42:09 GMT -5
He is, yes.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 18:00:43 GMT -5
It may be easier if you do, as my character has to help yours.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 23, 2016 18:35:55 GMT -5
(Okay!)
Ryder stumbled down the street as fast as he could, trying to ignore the pain in his arm, leg, and abdomen. His assignment had gone wrong... very wrong. In fact, he was surprised that he had been able to leave the building at all. He was sure that there had to be some kind of magic keeping him alive this long.
It had been a normal assignment, one that he had done so many times, he could have done it in his sleep. Target the rich, head honcho in charge, sneak into his home, club, business, whatever, and take him out without being seen by anyone. It was child's play really. Yet this time the target had somehow known he was coming and had set a trap for him. That explained the bullet holes in his body. His clothes were soaked, and if it wasn't the middle of the night, he was sure someone would have been alerted by the sight of him.
Biting back a groan, Ryder continued down the road. At this point, he had no idea where he was going. His mind was struggling to push through the clouds of pain and exhaustion that threatened to take over, to shut him down for good. He needed help. He needed to hide. Perhaps he even needed to die. That was only a befitting fate for him after all. Ryder had stolen the lives of many men and woman alike, so it was only right that he should die young as well, and by his own target too. Oh, the irony.
Little did the man know, he was heading down the path that lead to a doctor. He had traveled down this same street once before, on another assignment. However, it was probably the only assignment that he had ever failed to complete. The woman he was after had been let go for some reason he didn't care to think about. Now, in his near death state, his feet carried him back to her doorstep. Of course, had he been in his right mind, he wouldn't have dared go to this house. There was too much to risk if she called the cops. Then again, he would probably be dead before the police got to him. But he wasn't in his right mind when he reached the front steps of the porch. By this point, his feet were dragging on the ground. So when it came to walking up the steps, he more or less tripped and collapsed on the porch. It was a very different sight to see him fall like a sack of potatoes now compared to his graceful, cat-like stealth he had only a mere hour ago.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 21:20:21 GMT -5
(sorry sorry sorry I've just been building the muse for this. I'm not really sure what character to use gimme a moment to search through my stash.)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 21:27:44 GMT -5
Lucy didn't know much about the assassins that plagued the city. She didn't know who they were or why they did what they did, but she hated them with a passion. With more hatred than she could ever possess for a human being. She knew that it was unwarranted, but the assassin had taken her fiance and he best friend. Had murdered him in cold blood and hadn't even left the ring for her to grieve.
She lived alone, and most days, that was all well and good. She was a paranoid person, naturally, as a doctor, she should be. Some people attack doctors for no reason, and a lot have been killed because they have no way to defend themselves. The thud at her doorway scared her so, and she was hesitant to even check. After what felt like several moments of contemplating what to do, she opened the door.
If she had been a normal person, she would have been sick at the sight of this poor fellow dying on her patio. She chewed on her lip, and stepped forward. "Sir?" She said quietly, "Sir, I'm going to pick you up." Without waiting for a response, she moved over closer and helped him stand by putting one of his arms over her shoulder and held it there as she supported him to stand. Lucy dragged him inside and placed him down on the ground. She had not noticed his face yet.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 15, 2016 12:01:20 GMT -5
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 15, 2016 16:05:37 GMT -5
I am so so so sorry I completely forgot about this thread I feel terrible. I'm on my phone right now but I'll reply as best as I can.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 15, 2016 16:17:47 GMT -5
It took Lucy a long time, but she did manage to make him stable enough so he wouldn't die. It was difficult without the help of the hospital and her other tools, but she made do with what little she had. She hadn't looked at his face yet, in respect to his privacy, and mostly because she couldn't bare to look at the face of her fiancé's murderer. Yes, she knew who this man was. The legendary assassin. The one that killed but left no trail. Alone and vulnerable on her kitchen table, nearly having bled to death. She would have been lying had she said she was not curious as to how someone had gotten the better of, but her rational mind was telling her that she should kill him herself in revenge for her fallen partner.
She sighed, moving away to clean her utensils and her hands. She was a doctor, and just the though of losing a life made her sick. The though of taking one - she retched slightly in the sink, her arms shaking as she held up her weight. Lucy wondered idly if he would kill her when he woke. It made her feel sick to think that she was slightly hopeful to this fact. Female doctors, while common, were still shunned in the medical industry and she had been on shaky ground at he hospital for a long time now. She turned back to her patient, checking him over with ingrained and practiced skill.
While she did so, she carefully removed every weapon that she could see and placed them on the bench and away from his unconscious form. She then started removing his armour. Lucy was strong, she often had to carry drunkards and the like and all that allowed her to gift his torso as she removed the armour around his chest. She later him back down and placed a pillow under his head. All there was left to do now was wait.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 15, 2016 19:13:10 GMT -5
(It's okay! I forgot about it for a while there as well.)
It was at least three hours before Ryder began to regain consciousnesses. For a moment, he figured he was dead. After all, what else could explain the never ending blackness that stretched before him. Then the pain slowly filtered through. It seemed to just float around him to begin with, yet it wasn't long before it settled in the places where his wounds were. A pained groan escaped his dry lips, his heading turning to one side as he struggled to open his eyes.
It wasn't easy when his eyelids felt like led, but the assassin was able to open his eyes. For a moment, he had no idea where he was. The walls were still blurry, and the world was spinning. It was making him sick, to be honest. With another groan, he closed his eyes again. In his state, he didn't release that his mask, the one he always wore on missions, had fallen off somewhere outside, nor did he really care at the moment.
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