*And good morning to you fellow roleplayers. Tis a new day and new opportunities!*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the sunrise.
Phoenix is sitting on a ridge watching a small military camp.
Bird King is wandering the woods, looking for more birds to add to his flock.
Nick is in an alleyway getting beat up by thugs. His hands are held behind his back as they rain blows on him.
Like a shadow, a man is behind him. He hears the click of a pistol. "Well well well.. What we got here. I know your mask boy." A southern man snarled.
A man is suddenly thrown to the side as Vincent throws one of them, teeth bared. He praises his pistol to the other one, clicking off the safety.
He sighs. "Then you should know the horror stories as well." he growls.
A small stain appears in the mans pants and starts to spread as he backs up.
"Mn, I don't believe the stories." He said, chuckling. "But Sheperd, being 6 feet under, still has me killing those who killed him."
Vincent knocks him out by ramming his elbow into his face. He turns to Nick and runs over, helping him up.
Phoenix moves with lightning speed, disarming the man and pointing two pistols at him. "You should."
Nicks face has bruises blooming and a few cuts on it. "T-thanks."
The man is, in fact, Philip Graves. He pulls out his tactical blade and grabs Phoenix's arm, pulling him sideways and presses him against a tree. (Athetlics to Grapple: 25)
Vincent frets and kneels down, his eyes betraying a look of concern. He pulls out bandages and salve.
Contest: 19 "THIS IS A MISTAKE GRAVES!"
Nick waves him away. "No no, I'm fine." he says, smiling a bit. "Did they hurt you?"
"Tell me how this is a mistake? You took down a general." He snarled, his darkening. He pressed his blade into Phoenix's neck.
Vincent chuckled "Don't worry about me." he said and picked Nick up "Gotta get you outta this place before they wake up."
Phoenix struggles as he tries to break free. He then slowly points one of the pistols at Graves knee. Attack: 14 Damage: 17
Nick lets out a whimper but nods. "o-ok."
It hits and Graves grunts in pain, letting go of Phoenix. "You [GP] traitor.." he spat out "Was better when everyone thought you were dead."
Vincent smiles gently. He elbows the door to the tavern open and sets Nick on the couch.
He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
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*And good morning to you fellow roleplayers. Tis a new day and new opportunities!*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the sunrise.
Phoenix is sitting on a ridge watching a small military camp.
Bird King is wandering the woods, looking for more birds to add to his flock.
Nick is in an alleyway getting beat up by thugs. His hands are held behind his back as they rain blows on him.
Like a shadow, a man is behind him. He hears the click of a pistol. "Well well well.. What we got here. I know your mask boy." A southern man snarled.
A man is suddenly thrown to the side as Vincent throws one of them, teeth bared. He praises his pistol to the other one, clicking off the safety.
He sighs. "Then you should know the horror stories as well." he growls.
A small stain appears in the mans pants and starts to spread as he backs up.
"Mn, I don't believe the stories." He said, chuckling. "But Sheperd, being 6 feet under, still has me killing those who killed him."
Vincent knocks him out by ramming his elbow into his face. He turns to Nick and runs over, helping him up.
Phoenix moves with lightning speed, disarming the man and pointing two pistols at him. "You should."
Nicks face has bruises blooming and a few cuts on it. "T-thanks."
The man is, in fact, Philip Graves. He pulls out his tactical blade and grabs Phoenix's arm, pulling him sideways and presses him against a tree. (Athetlics to Grapple: 25)
Vincent frets and kneels down, his eyes betraying a look of concern. He pulls out bandages and salve.
Contest: 19 "THIS IS A MISTAKE GRAVES!"
Nick waves him away. "No no, I'm fine." he says, smiling a bit. "Did they hurt you?"
"Tell me how this is a mistake? You took down a general." He snarled, his darkening. He pressed his blade into Phoenix's neck.
Vincent chuckled "Don't worry about me." he said and picked Nick up "Gotta get you outta this place before they wake up."
Phoenix struggles as he tries to break free. He then slowly points one of the pistols at Graves knee. Attack: 14 Damage: 17
Nick lets out a whimper but nods. "o-ok."
It hits and Graves grunts in pain, letting go of Phoenix. "You [GP] traitor.." he spat out "Was better when everyone thought you were dead."
Vincent smiles gently. He elbows the door to the tavern open and sets Nick on the couch.
He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
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He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
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He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
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He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
Soap walks over to the ledge, looking down into the crevice. "[GP]... Are you alright?"
Vincent tilts his head before hesitantly laying a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay.."
He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
Soap walks over to the ledge, looking down into the crevice. "[GP]... Are you alright?"
Vincent tilts his head before hesitantly laying a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay.."
Phoenix shrugs. "Fine. He's not though." he laughs a bit. "Always believe the stories about me Soap. Always."
"No! No its not!"
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He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
Soap walks over to the ledge, looking down into the crevice. "[GP]... Are you alright?"
Vincent tilts his head before hesitantly laying a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay.."
Phoenix shrugs. "Fine. He's not though." he laughs a bit. "Always believe the stories about me Soap. Always."
"No! No its not!"
"Stone cold.." he says and chuckles a little.
Vincent's eyes look pained. He pulls away from him and sits on the sofa beside him "I know.." He says quietly.
He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
Soap walks over to the ledge, looking down into the crevice. "[GP]... Are you alright?"
Vincent tilts his head before hesitantly laying a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay.."
Phoenix shrugs. "Fine. He's not though." he laughs a bit. "Always believe the stories about me Soap. Always."
"No! No its not!"
"Stone cold.." he says and chuckles a little.
Vincent's eyes look pained. He pulls away from him and sits on the sofa beside him "I know.." He says quietly.
Phoenix then freezes. "Ah [1gp]....I cant let Jack find out about this..."
"What do you know?" he asks, still crying. "You know nothing about me..."
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He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
Soap walks over to the ledge, looking down into the crevice. "[GP]... Are you alright?"
Vincent tilts his head before hesitantly laying a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay.."
Phoenix shrugs. "Fine. He's not though." he laughs a bit. "Always believe the stories about me Soap. Always."
"No! No its not!"
"Stone cold.." he says and chuckles a little.
Vincent's eyes look pained. He pulls away from him and sits on the sofa beside him "I know.." He says quietly.
Phoenix then freezes. "Ah [1gp]....I cant let Jack find out about this..."
"What do you know?" he asks, still crying. "You know nothing about me..."
Soap blinks "Jack?... Was that Sanderson's first name?" he tries to think.
Vincent flinches and looks at the ground. "I'll.. leave bandages and salve here for you.." he says and sets down a bottle and a roll. "I'll go.."
He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
Soap walks over to the ledge, looking down into the crevice. "[GP]... Are you alright?"
Vincent tilts his head before hesitantly laying a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay.."
Phoenix shrugs. "Fine. He's not though." he laughs a bit. "Always believe the stories about me Soap. Always."
"No! No its not!"
"Stone cold.." he says and chuckles a little.
Vincent's eyes look pained. He pulls away from him and sits on the sofa beside him "I know.." He says quietly.
Phoenix then freezes. "Ah [1gp]....I cant let Jack find out about this..."
"What do you know?" he asks, still crying. "You know nothing about me..."
Soap blinks "Jack?... Was that Sanderson's first name?" he tries to think.
Vincent flinches and looks at the ground. "I'll.. leave bandages and salve here for you.." he says and sets down a bottle and a roll. "I'll go.."
"No...that's my husband."
"No, I'm sorry...I..I didn't mean to shout." he says, gently grabbing their arm
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He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
Soap walks over to the ledge, looking down into the crevice. "[GP]... Are you alright?"
Vincent tilts his head before hesitantly laying a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay.."
Phoenix shrugs. "Fine. He's not though." he laughs a bit. "Always believe the stories about me Soap. Always."
"No! No its not!"
"Stone cold.." he says and chuckles a little.
Vincent's eyes look pained. He pulls away from him and sits on the sofa beside him "I know.." He says quietly.
Phoenix then freezes. "Ah [1gp]....I cant let Jack find out about this..."
"What do you know?" he asks, still crying. "You know nothing about me..."
Soap blinks "Jack?... Was that Sanderson's first name?" he tries to think.
Vincent flinches and looks at the ground. "I'll.. leave bandages and salve here for you.." he says and sets down a bottle and a roll. "I'll go.."
"No...that's my husband."
"No, I'm sorry...I..I didn't mean to shout." he says, gently grabbing their arm
He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
Soap walks over to the ledge, looking down into the crevice. "[GP]... Are you alright?"
Vincent tilts his head before hesitantly laying a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay.."
Phoenix shrugs. "Fine. He's not though." he laughs a bit. "Always believe the stories about me Soap. Always."
"No! No its not!"
"Stone cold.." he says and chuckles a little.
Vincent's eyes look pained. He pulls away from him and sits on the sofa beside him "I know.." He says quietly.
Phoenix then freezes. "Ah [1gp]....I cant let Jack find out about this..."
"What do you know?" he asks, still crying. "You know nothing about me..."
Soap blinks "Jack?... Was that Sanderson's first name?" he tries to think.
Vincent flinches and looks at the ground. "I'll.. leave bandages and salve here for you.." he says and sets down a bottle and a roll. "I'll go.."
"No...that's my husband."
"No, I'm sorry...I..I didn't mean to shout." he says, gently grabbing their arm
"Well, put it like this, he tried to kill ya first." He said.
Vincent rips his arm away quickly, looking like he suddenly wants to throw up. He backs away, his features uncertain and nervous, and runs out the door.
"No, I'm sorry...I..I didn't mean to shout." he says, gently grabbing their arm
"Well, put it like this, he tried to kill ya first." He said.
Vincent rips his arm away quickly, looking like he suddenly wants to throw up. He backs away, his features uncertain and nervous, and runs out the door.
"Yeah. But still...I promised Jack I wouldn't do anything like this ever again..."
"Vincent!" Nick stands up and goes after them.
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"No, I'm sorry...I..I didn't mean to shout." he says, gently grabbing their arm
"Well, put it like this, he tried to kill ya first." He said.
Vincent rips his arm away quickly, looking like he suddenly wants to throw up. He backs away, his features uncertain and nervous, and runs out the door.
"Yeah. But still...I promised Jack I wouldn't do anything like this ever again..."
"Vincent!" Nick stands up and goes after them.
Soap nods and sighs "You got the pistol you used to take 'im out?" he asked.
He looks like he is on the edge of a panic attack, he runs as fast as he legs will take him, uncaring of where he ends up.
"No, I'm sorry...I..I didn't mean to shout." he says, gently grabbing their arm
"Well, put it like this, he tried to kill ya first." He said.
Vincent rips his arm away quickly, looking like he suddenly wants to throw up. He backs away, his features uncertain and nervous, and runs out the door.
"Yeah. But still...I promised Jack I wouldn't do anything like this ever again..."
"Vincent!" Nick stands up and goes after them.
Soap nods and sighs "You got the pistol you used to take 'im out?" he asked.
He looks like he is on the edge of a panic attack, he runs as fast as he legs will take him, uncaring of where he ends up.
He tosses it to him. "Used his own gun."
"Vincent! Wait!"
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"No, I'm sorry...I..I didn't mean to shout." he says, gently grabbing their arm
"Well, put it like this, he tried to kill ya first." He said.
Vincent rips his arm away quickly, looking like he suddenly wants to throw up. He backs away, his features uncertain and nervous, and runs out the door.
"Yeah. But still...I promised Jack I wouldn't do anything like this ever again..."
"Vincent!" Nick stands up and goes after them.
Soap nods and sighs "You got the pistol you used to take 'im out?" he asked.
He looks like he is on the edge of a panic attack, he runs as fast as he legs will take him, uncaring of where he ends up.
He tosses it to him. "Used his own gun."
"Vincent! Wait!"
He wipes it down, disassembling his own, and replacing it with Graves. "I'll take the fire. He won't find ya out."
Vincent grabs the side of his head, closing his eyes. "Please.. let me be.."
"No, I'm sorry...I..I didn't mean to shout." he says, gently grabbing their arm
"Well, put it like this, he tried to kill ya first." He said.
Vincent rips his arm away quickly, looking like he suddenly wants to throw up. He backs away, his features uncertain and nervous, and runs out the door.
"Yeah. But still...I promised Jack I wouldn't do anything like this ever again..."
"Vincent!" Nick stands up and goes after them.
Soap nods and sighs "You got the pistol you used to take 'im out?" he asked.
He looks like he is on the edge of a panic attack, he runs as fast as he legs will take him, uncaring of where he ends up.
He tosses it to him. "Used his own gun."
"Vincent! Wait!"
He wipes it down, disassembling his own, and replacing it with Graves. "I'll take the fire. He won't find ya out."
Vincent grabs the side of his head, closing his eyes. "Please.. let me be.."
"Thanks Soap."
"Did I do something wrong?"
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He forces Graves to the ground, pistol pointed at their skull. "You know what Shepard said before he killed Ghost?" he pauses, finger over the trigger. "That's one less loose end." he then pulls the trigger.
"T-thanks for helping me back there."
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Grave's body slumps to the ground, blood painting the area behind his head.
Vincent chuckles "Its my job mate."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Phoenix kicks his body over the ridge, a sick smile on his face.
Nick just nods, knees up to his chest.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Something in the forest rustles behind him.
Vincent kneels on the ground beside him, worry painting his features.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Phoenix turns sharply, both pistols raised.
"I could've killed them..." he murmurs.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Soap raises his hands "Hey hey, its just me mate."
"Ain't good to kill." He said "Only to be used as a last resort."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He lowers the guns, sighing a bit.
"But I almost did...I almost snapped..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Soap walks over to the ledge, looking down into the crevice. "[GP]... Are you alright?"
Vincent tilts his head before hesitantly laying a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Phoenix shrugs. "Fine. He's not though." he laughs a bit. "Always believe the stories about me Soap. Always."
"No! No its not!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
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"Stone cold.." he says and chuckles a little.
Vincent's eyes look pained. He pulls away from him and sits on the sofa beside him "I know.." He says quietly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Phoenix then freezes. "Ah [1gp]....I cant let Jack find out about this..."
"What do you know?" he asks, still crying. "You know nothing about me..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Soap blinks "Jack?... Was that Sanderson's first name?" he tries to think.
Vincent flinches and looks at the ground. "I'll.. leave bandages and salve here for you.." he says and sets down a bottle and a roll. "I'll go.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"No...that's my husband."
"No, I'm sorry...I..I didn't mean to shout." he says, gently grabbing their arm
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah." He nods "
"Well, put it like this, he tried to kill ya first." He said.
Vincent rips his arm away quickly, looking like he suddenly wants to throw up. He backs away, his features uncertain and nervous, and runs out the door.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yeah. But still...I promised Jack I wouldn't do anything like this ever again..."
"Vincent!" Nick stands up and goes after them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Soap nods and sighs "You got the pistol you used to take 'im out?" he asked.
He looks like he is on the edge of a panic attack, he runs as fast as he legs will take him, uncaring of where he ends up.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He tosses it to him. "Used his own gun."
"Vincent! Wait!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He wipes it down, disassembling his own, and replacing it with Graves. "I'll take the fire. He won't find ya out."
Vincent grabs the side of his head, closing his eyes. "Please.. let me be.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Kriggu is in her tent, staring at her crystal ball and looking worried.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"Thanks Soap."
"Did I do something wrong?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.