A woman is walking down the street towards the tavern. She has raven black hair, fair skin, and amber eyes, but she sports 9 gorgeous fox tails behind her in true Gumiho fashion. She’s wearing moderately fashionable clothing and is wearing a satchel. As she turns to go into the bar, a man jumps at her. Without missing a beat, she does… something? You can’t tell what, but the man collapses to the ground, unconscious. She continues walking and turns into the Nameless Tavern.
As she walks, the woman notices a somewhat humanoid robot laying against a wall. It is clearly of Auretian origin, probably a warrior. It is damaged, with sparking wires sticking out of broken armour panels. It doesn't look to have any weapons on it other than a small metal pipe.
*I can't actually RP now, but I'll be on later*
“Hello there. What happened to you?” She speaks with a clipped British accent, and looks at it curiously.
The auretian looks up. "D-n't knoww..." It groans, it's voice blank and cutting in and out. "38.345% of memory banks erased..."
“What’s the last thing you remember?” She’s looking around to see who’s watching, but she’s doing it casually so as not to draw suspicion.
"W-was decl–ed traitor. Thrown int- pod. W-ke up h–e." The Auretian says.
“Where did you work?” She’s trying to hide her curiosity.
"Aur-tia- Tech–cracy, 1st -eace-ep-r Ba-t-t-tallion, Squ-d 17." The Auretian replies, rattling it off as if it was an automated message.
“Did you work for the Terran Empire?”
The soldier pauses. "Mem-m-mory corrupted." It drones, trying to push itself up from the floor. "I am a-a-a tr–tor. I am b-b-be-ng puni-hed. That i- all I k–w."
“So what do you do now?” She’s looking like she’s either going to stab him or make a break for it… or stick around a bit longer.
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Hello! You can call me Link. Here’s a bitabout me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I try to keep the peace and be neutral most of the time…
A woman is walking down the street towards the tavern. She has raven black hair, fair skin, and amber eyes, but she sports 9 gorgeous fox tails behind her in true Gumiho fashion. She’s wearing moderately fashionable clothing and is wearing a satchel. As she turns to go into the bar, a man jumps at her. Without missing a beat, she does… something? You can’t tell what, but the man collapses to the ground, unconscious. She continues walking and turns into the Nameless Tavern.
As she walks, the woman notices a somewhat humanoid robot laying against a wall. It is clearly of Auretian origin, probably a warrior. It is damaged, with sparking wires sticking out of broken armour panels. It doesn't look to have any weapons on it other than a small metal pipe.
*I can't actually RP now, but I'll be on later*
“Hello there. What happened to you?” She speaks with a clipped British accent, and looks at it curiously.
The auretian looks up. "D-n't knoww..." It groans, it's voice blank and cutting in and out. "38.345% of memory banks erased..."
“What’s the last thing you remember?” She’s looking around to see who’s watching, but she’s doing it casually so as not to draw suspicion.
"W-was decl–ed traitor. Thrown int- pod. W-ke up h–e." The Auretian says.
“Where did you work?” She’s trying to hide her curiosity.
"Aur-tia- Tech–cracy, 1st -eace-ep-r Ba-t-t-tallion, Squ-d 17." The Auretian replies, rattling it off as if it was an automated message.
“Did you work for the Terran Empire?”
The soldier pauses. "Mem-m-mory corrupted." It drones, trying to push itself up from the floor. "I am a-a-a tr–tor. I am b-b-be-ng puni-hed. That i- all I k–w."
“So what do you do now?” She’s looking like she’s either going to stab him or make a break for it… or stick around a bit longer.
The Auretian makes a noise of mild annoyance. "How do y– think I kn– tha-?" It grunts, managing to stand up. "I ha-e 36.46% memory left-t-t. I am i- a pl–e I d-n't -now."
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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.
Anyone in the western quarter of the Gut looking through the red mist into the night sky tonight might see an alien starship hovering above the Gerder gang's turf. A bright flash of blue light, a scream, then silence. The atmosphere of the Red Gut shifts. Something powerful has landed.
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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.
An old human veteran watches them. "You look familiar. Have we met?"
'Depends. I've met a lot of people. Captain Janus Salvador, of the Pathfinders'. He holds out his hand for the veteran to shake
The vet shakes the hand without any hesitation or worry. "Pathfinders? Doesn't ring a bell. I'm Funistrada Shrimpastador, and I fortunately have never had to shoot or get shot. I've only seen combat in the literal meaning of observing it, and I'm grateful for the people who protected me from participating."
An old human veteran watches them. "You look familiar. Have we met?"
'Depends. I've met a lot of people. Captain Janus Salvador, of the Pathfinders'. He holds out his hand for the veteran to shake
The vet shakes the hand without any hesitation or worry. "Pathfinders? Doesn't ring a bell. I'm Funistrada Shrimpastador, and I fortunately have never had to shoot or get shot. I've only seen combat in the literal meaning of observing it, and I'm grateful for the people who protected me from participating."
'Thank you. What legion were you? Not many have fought alongside us in the flesh, we're sent to explore the farthest reaches where there are no garrisons or outposts.'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
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*It just seems like it's not going to contribute to a pleasant environment or tavern experience*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I see. I’ll adjust, but you got trust me here*
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
“So what do you do now?” She’s looking like she’s either going to stab him or make a break for it… or stick around a bit longer.
Hello! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I try to keep the peace and be neutral most of the time…
The Auretian makes a noise of mild annoyance. "How do y– think I kn– tha-?" It grunts, managing to stand up. "I ha-e 36.46% memory left-t-t. I am i- a pl–e I d-n't -now."
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.
Anyone in the western quarter of the Gut looking through the red mist into the night sky tonight might see an alien starship hovering above the Gerder gang's turf. A bright flash of blue light, a scream, then silence.
The atmosphere of the Red Gut shifts. Something powerful has landed.
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.
A middle-aged guy in red military uniform is wandering through the Gut, pistol in hand.
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
An old human veteran watches them. "You look familiar. Have we met?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Depends. I've met a lot of people. Captain Janus Salvador, of the Pathfinders'. He holds out his hand for the veteran to shake
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The vet shakes the hand without any hesitation or worry. "Pathfinders? Doesn't ring a bell. I'm Funistrada Shrimpastador, and I fortunately have never had to shoot or get shot. I've only seen combat in the literal meaning of observing it, and I'm grateful for the people who protected me from participating."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Thank you. What legion were you? Not many have fought alongside us in the flesh, we're sent to explore the farthest reaches where there are no garrisons or outposts.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.