Eventually, Thirteen finishes the volume. He places the book back in his satchel and pulls out the next.
“I am! Check this.” Rio starts walking at a normal pace, but as he walks his body seems to get projected further and further forward, a blurry trail of afterimages forming behind him. His motion and apparent velocity is the same, but he’s accelerating greatly.
“Maybe. Does he have a history of mental affliction or episodes of the same?”
Blood drips onto the volume he puts down as Akira asks "How did you get all of these anyway, I've never heard of this series."
Merabelle actually stops her workout, awe struck by the speed of Rio, standing back up to her full height and smiling "Well... ain't that somethin' incredible." She says, toweling off the sweat.
"In the past he has been known to become, less stable and make choices more impulsive than usual."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
"Hey! Don't move!"
He holds his hands up, the smile exactly the same "Yeah? Oh you guys finally noticed."
As they approach him on the outside of the wall they say, "Hands against the wall! Now!" their blasters are raised
He does exactly what they tell him to, but all with that same knowing smile. He taps one foot against the ground, humming to himself.
One trooper pats him down, taking away his weapons
The moment they get close, he moves, turning them around and wrapping an arm around them, using them as a human shield. Grapple:32
STR: 21
He got the guy in a lock, his smile growing more, his voice annoyingly charismatic to these soldiers "And there we have it." He doesn't look nearly as strong as he is.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
"Hey! Don't move!"
He holds his hands up, the smile exactly the same "Yeah? Oh you guys finally noticed."
As they approach him on the outside of the wall they say, "Hands against the wall! Now!" their blasters are raised
He does exactly what they tell him to, but all with that same knowing smile. He taps one foot against the ground, humming to himself.
One trooper pats him down, taking away his weapons
The moment they get close, he moves, turning them around and wrapping an arm around them, using them as a human shield. Grapple:32
STR: 21
He got the guy in a lock, his smile growing more, his voice annoyingly charismatic to these soldiers "And there we have it." He doesn't look nearly as strong as he is.
The troopers back off as there is a click from the headlocked soldier. "Let. Go."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Eventually, Thirteen finishes the volume. He places the book back in his satchel and pulls out the next.
“I am! Check this.” Rio starts walking at a normal pace, but as he walks his body seems to get projected further and further forward, a blurry trail of afterimages forming behind him. His motion and apparent velocity is the same, but he’s accelerating greatly.
“Maybe. Does he have a history of mental affliction or episodes of the same?”
Blood drips onto the volume he puts down as Akira asks "How did you get all of these anyway, I've never heard of this series."
Merabelle actually stops her workout, awe struck by the speed of Rio, standing back up to her full height and smiling "Well... ain't that somethin' incredible." She says, toweling off the sweat.
"In the past he has been known to become, less stable and make choices more impulsive than usual."
“Time and a sad little place called Earth.”
He slows to a halt. “Thanks!”
“I can work with that. Anything else of that manner?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The troopers back off as there is a click from the headlocked soldier. "Let. Go."
He waits it out "Blow yourself up. I dare you." He says, smiling all the same. He prepares to push him away moments before it explodes.
The beeping continues, the soldier unafraid. "I suggest you let go."
"You can suggest all you want buddy." He strikes the hand holding the grenade. Make me a strength save, DC 19 or drop it.
*If he's letting go of him, he can break free from the grasp*
STR: 30
Well with that nat20 I'll say he's free from the hold. The guy shuffles with a smile, drawing his gun "Hey hey hey, how y'all doin? We don't want any causalities do we?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The troopers back off as there is a click from the headlocked soldier. "Let. Go."
He waits it out "Blow yourself up. I dare you." He says, smiling all the same. He prepares to push him away moments before it explodes.
The beeping continues, the soldier unafraid. "I suggest you let go."
"You can suggest all you want buddy." He strikes the hand holding the grenade. Make me a strength save, DC 19 or drop it.
*If he's letting go of him, he can break free from the grasp*
STR: 30
Well with that nat20 I'll say he's free from the hold. The guy shuffles with a smile, drawing his gun "Hey hey hey, how y'all doin? We don't want any causalities do we?"
The thermal detonator doesn't explode as its disarmed. The troopers raise their blasters, aiming at the man.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She races over to the crash site.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Blood drips onto the volume he puts down as Akira asks "How did you get all of these anyway, I've never heard of this series."
Merabelle actually stops her workout, awe struck by the speed of Rio, standing back up to her full height and smiling "Well... ain't that somethin' incredible." She says, toweling off the sweat.
"In the past he has been known to become, less stable and make choices more impulsive than usual."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(you want to rp Theren?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*Hello to you too! How are you on this 24-hour interval in the planet's rotation?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He got the guy in a lock, his smile growing more, his voice annoyingly charismatic to these soldiers "And there we have it." He doesn't look nearly as strong as he is.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The pilot is dead, a piece of metal through his chest in the cockpit. The glass is starred and broken
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(i am doing well. how about you?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
The troopers back off as there is a click from the headlocked soldier. "Let. Go."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He waits it out "Blow yourself up. I dare you." He says, smiling all the same. He prepares to push him away moments before it explodes.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The beeping continues, the soldier unafraid. "I suggest you let go."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You can suggest all you want buddy." He strikes the hand holding the grenade. Make me a strength save, DC 19 or drop it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*If he's letting go of him, he can break free from the grasp*
STR: 16
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Time and a sad little place called Earth.”
He slows to a halt. “Thanks!”
“I can work with that. Anything else of that manner?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Well with that nat20 I'll say he's free from the hold. The guy shuffles with a smile, drawing his gun "Hey hey hey, how y'all doin? We don't want any causalities do we?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The thermal detonator doesn't explode as its disarmed. The troopers raise their blasters, aiming at the man.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He continues to shuffle in place "Hey, before you put a hole in me, I didn't come to fight." He holds his hands up, spinning his gun.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"Drop the gun. NOW!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Predictably, Loriche ignores the dead guy and begins stripping off as many parts from the ship as she can before the imperials arrive.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Oh come on, here I wanted to be calm." He drops the gun.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)