((Alright! So, um, what has happened thus far? I'd kinda like an idea of where we are in the story, and what everyone's doing so I don't get lost once someone posts and somehow sees my guy, lol.))
((Essentially, they ate at a deli, Iris revealed that she had a Spellstone, her house got burnt down, Tak beat the living crap out of an arsonist, and now Tak and Iris are talking about the Spellstone.))
[Tak]
"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't..." I said apologetically. "When you opened that pouch back in that deli, I knew it was a Spellstone, but mostly because I've felt the power of a Spellstone before," I said. I took my arm out of the left sleeve of my windbreaker, and rolled up the sleeve of the shirt under it to show the burn scar on my shoulder. It was a black, rigid smear that ran down about halfway down my arm and almost seemed to glow a slight red tint. "This is what a Spellstone did to me. I was in critical condition for two months, and quite frankly it's a miracle I'm still alive. Strange... I've never seen it glow like that," I said.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Two more men appeared at the entrance of the alley. The men had mischievous grins on their faces. "Yer money," the first man said, holding a knife. The young man pulled out the credits he had, enough to buy a bottle of water. The man stared at him. "That all ye've got?"
The young man nodded. "It's not much but it's all I have."
The bandit nodded to his friends and they slowly approached him. "I guess yer worth more to us dead."
Description: Mark is tall and thin, with blonde hair and dark eyes, almost black, that glow purple when he works. His hair is only slightly shorter than shoulder-length, and he wears a sweatshirt and jeans, along with goggles that have purple lenses, a leather strap, and brass rims. Soot stains his body from numerous explosions, accidental and intentional. His face is clean-shaven, probably because the hair follicles burned out, and his character is lightly muscled.
Personality: Mark is somewhat reclusive,
Class: Mechromancer. You could classify his as a Thaumaturge, but he takes the energy he channels and infuses it into machines.
Bio: When Mark was young, he'd always had an ability to make things work. He could assemble a pocket-watch from loose gears and springs, a lightbulb from a string of tungsten wire and some glass, along with some argon gas he bought (Seriously, you can buy canisters of the stuff really cheap. It's almost 1% of earth's atmosphere) and he made a robotic arm in the same class where his friends were assembling basic motors. He bought his own lab and sold his creations, and made a decent living.
And then the accident happened.
There was a fire in his lab when he was experimenting with a new chemical, but he had insurance.
What he didn't have insurance on was his arm.
A piece of falling debris pinned him down, and he was forced to sever the limb.
While they repaired his lab, he was on the streets, and he saw someone performing magic.
He knew plenty about it; but he'd never seen it himself.
Mystified, he ran to the library, where he began reading everything he could about it. One particular school interested him:
Thaumaturgey.
With this science, he realized he could infuse magic into his machines! He could make machines hundreds of times as wondrous as anyone had though possible!
When they finished repairing his lab, he set to work creating a robotic arm.
He used mostly brass, or titanium coated in brass, and infused purple quartz crystals into certain places.
All the while, he practiced thaumaturgey, creating spheres of energy and rays of force.
When he was done, he attached the arm to the socket of his left arm, and infused the crystals with energy.
Magical schools: Thaumaturge.
Other: ... Nope.
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Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
The young man quickly raised both of his hands. A white spear made of pure energy flew out of one, striking the first bandit down, and two spinning balls of energy flew at the other bandits, throwing them against the wall. One of the bandits that flew to the building got up. He cracked his neck and grinned. The young man's mouth slightly opened, surprised and confused. The bandit leapt, moving so fast he almost disappeared.
A large flash was seen coming from the alley.
So she must be the same person from before Aaron thought, who in their right mind carries a spellstone around with them? He considered joining the ocnversation between the woman and the man but decided against it. Whatever they were doing with that spellstone, he didn't want to be part of it. At least that is what he told himself, in reality he was very curious about what they were doing. Instead of trying to talk to those people, Aaron just stood there with his books. His now ruined books, he sighed as he examined this waterlogged stack of paper and binding. It probably couldn't be fixed, the pages were already falling apart.
If perfect grammar and spelling are required over roleplaying capability, then im afraid to say you people are imbeciles...
(((Listen, every time I see you around these parts you act the same way. You're way too aggressive, get upset far too easily, and are just generally . . . well, to put it in your words, "an ass." Calm down, bro. When someone asks you to do something minor, you do not spout rage and fury at them. For example, when your mother asks you to get her the book from the shelf, do you explode in rage about how she could just get the book herself?
No?
Well then stop complaining or get lost.)
And as for mental disabilities? That's not an excuse. There is no one disability that decreases your ability to punctuate without seriously affecting cognitive function, thereby implying that your roleplaying ability would suffer too.))
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Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
(( Just to support SD a bit, there's slightly more. Literacy is just as important as quality. For example, if you were to speak Spanish, it might be Shakespeare quality writing in your understanding, but it would be extremely difficult for us to understand. What I recommend is using Google Chrome and applying an AutoCorrect plugin. Jussayin' ))
I take a look at Cindy's arm, and notice something off... the bite mark seemed to be changing color, which was never a good sign. By now, that bite mark was pitch black, when it was once a somewhat pale white. "Cindy... are you okay?" I ask Cindy, who didn't respond for some time. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." her voice sounded different than it usually did. Her voice was more... deep, almost monster-like. That can't be... I must be hearing things, but... that thing DID bite her, and from what I know of magical creatures... she might be turning into one of those. Nah, that's just stupid to think that. I think as I try to figure out what could possibly be wrong with Cindy. I couldn't figure it out, and I couldn't drive anywhere. This was also much more important than my job interview, so I had to tell her "Cindy... we have to get you to either the hospital or the lab. You're going to have to drive, because, as you know, I'm too short." She nodded, and I got into the passenger's seat, as usual, and, after a single turn of the key, the car started moving forwards, but, for some weird reason, she was driving in the opposite direction from the hospital... and the lab, as well.
"Uh... Cindy? Where are you going, the hospital is the other way, deary." I ask her as I continue to watch helplessly as the car continued to move in the opposite direction from where we needed to go. Cindy's response scared me. It was a single word, but the way she said it made me worry for her... "Spellstone." it was said in some way that almost made her seem as if she was possessed, or was otherwise not herself. I look over into the rear-view mirror, and notice something weird. Cindy's eyes seem to have taken on a pitch black color, similar to my own, or, at least, my own new eyes. Of course, all it did was serve to make her look more evil at this point, which made me question whether or not this was such a good idea. "Uh, Cindy, we have to get to the hospital, you need medical attention. We have to turn around. Now." I say to her sternly, hoping to somehow snap her out of this. It failed, unfortunately, and she ended up responding "What makes you think that I have to listen to you, hm? Who's the driver here?" This... wasn't like her at all, however, I didn't have much of a choice, and even less of one considering the speed at which we were going.
I look out the window, and hear her add "You're not going anywhere, heh, I'll make sure of that." I watch worriedly as a burnt building comes into view, as well as several people, a couple in particular, two men, a skinny guy, with black, spiky-hair, and some blonde guy. It seemed as though they were being attacked, and this car was heading right for them. "Cindy, no! Stop this car!" I shout at Cindy, who seemed intent on running them over. She didn't budge, or even respond. I had to do something fast, something risky, and something that was probably stupid. I jumped from the passenger's seat, and onto the steering wheel in some sort of attempt to try to drive the car away from the two people. After fighting Cindy for a little while, I manage to aim the car away from the duo, and towards their attackers. Of course, I didn't want to run anyone over... and I had no idea who these guys were, what they were doing, or why they were being attacked by these other guys, so I continued to fight to try to ensure the safety of almost everyone, and only manage to get the car to spin out of control. Unfortunately, I have no clue, anymore where the car's going, or whether I'm going to hit anyone, with the duo of people, the bandits, and some random stuff flying into my view as the car continues to spin counter-clockwise.
((Also, Ronin, the two people that I described are your characters... I kinda just assumed that you were still being attacked, but can't find the description or number of your attackers, so, I just went with no description for them.))
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That should be a sufficient amount of rain to kill the fire. There are still a couple people in the area, so if something goes wrong, their problem. Now pleased with myself, I left the area and resumed my quest to find food. The path was empty, due to the sudden arrival of the heavy rain. Chuckling to myself, I remember the bonuses of being a druid. After taking way to long to make a selection, I finally slipped into a diner. I walk up to the counter and begin to order. "Hi, can I get a-" I stop speaking as something peculiar happens. A bright flash that is quite obvious against the rain comes out of a near alley. What now... I burst out of the diner and begin running toward the alley.
After walking around the corner i see a man lying against a wall, most likely knocked out, and a younger boy wearing a gauntlet. Please don't be a serial killer. Almost yelling over the rain, I begin to speak. "If you don't have a fairly good explanation for why this man is like this I swear to God I'm going to get the police." My voice masks the uncertainty in my mind. Just don't kill me.
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I love how the EO battle themes go on for a couple of minutes like normal and then after a while they are just like 'Ah nobody's going to be in a normal battle for this long anyway, fack it, GUITAR SOLOS!' Cracks me up.
((Going on vacay for a week, I'll ask if I've been approved then.))
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Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
Description: Mark is tall and thin, with blonde hair and dark eyes, almost black, that glow purple when he works. His hair is only slightly shorter than shoulder-length, and he wears a sweatshirt and jeans, along with goggles that have purple lenses, a leather strap, and brass rims. Soot stains his body from numerous explosions, accidental and intentional. His face is clean-shaven, probably because the hair follicles burned out, and his character is lightly muscled.
Personality: Mark is somewhat reclusive,
Class: Mechromancer. You could classify his as a Thaumaturge, but he takes the energy he channels and infuses it into machines.
Bio: When Mark was young, he'd always had an ability to make things work. He could assemble a pocket-watch from loose gears and springs, a lightbulb from a string of tungsten wire and some glass, along with some argon gas he bought (Seriously, you can buy canisters of the stuff really cheap. It's almost 1% of earth's atmosphere) and he made a robotic arm in the same class where his friends were assembling basic motors. He bought his own lab and sold his creations, and made a decent living.
And then the accident happened.
There was a fire in his lab when he was experimenting with a new chemical, but he had insurance.
What he didn't have insurance on was his arm.
A piece of falling debris pinned him down, and he was forced to sever the limb.
While they repaired his lab, he was on the streets, and he saw someone performing magic.
He knew plenty about it; but he'd never seen it himself.
Mystified, he ran to the library, where he began reading everything he could about it. One particular school interested him:
Thaumaturgey.
With this science, he realized he could infuse magic into his machines! He could make machines hundreds of times as wondrous as anyone had though possible!
When they finished repairing his lab, he set to work creating a robotic arm.
He used mostly brass, or titanium coated in brass, and infused purple quartz crystals into certain places.
All the while, he practiced thaumaturgey, creating spheres of energy and rays of force.
When he was done, he attached the arm to the socket of his left arm, and infused the crystals with energy.
Magical schools: Thaumaturge.
Other: ... Nope.
((Accepted.
I've noticed there are quite a lot of Thaumaturges in this roleplay. I guess they're popular.))
((Also, Ronin, the two people that I described are your characters... I kinda just assumed that you were still being attacked, but can't find the description or number of your attackers, so, I just went with no description for them.))
((The arsonist isn't actually my character, but I just controlled him for a brief moment because he was a nameless NPC.))
[Tak]
I watched as the girl and I were nearly flattened by a rampant automobile. As the car skidded away, I shot a spike of ice about the size of my lower arm at one of the tires, and watched as the car skidded away.
My eyes were widened for several seconds, and my heart was racing like a horse. I then looked up at the sky, and it was pretty much nighttime now. I saw a cloud cover moving in from the west, but that wasn't really too unusual.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Aaron's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a runaway vehicle, he jumped backwards even though the car didn't come too close to him. Deciding that he should probably leave now he muttered a quick spell under his breath. The spell made his arm glow, which he used to illuminate his way. He turned around to face the two people, "I don't suppose you need my help, if you do just shout" he said loudly, hoping that they heard him. He turned and walked slowly back towards the park with what was left of his books.
I gasp as I almost get flattened by a car, and smile a bit when the man shoots the car with ice.
"I'm Iris, I practice the art of Thaumaturgy. You wouldn't happen to have a spare bedroom, would you? My house got destroyed..." I say, nonchalant as ever.
Something about this man reminded me of Sam. He had stuck with me when I was at my lowest and got revenge for those who put me in danger. His physical traits weren't too far off either, his eyes shining in the moonlight...
What was I doing? He was a complete stranger! Also, how could I even compare him to Sam?
Although I knew it was wrong, I didn't feel embarrassed when I started noticing the similarities.
Shida, who was in his house by this point, held the corpse of a mouse in his left hand as energy began swirling in his right. The energy, coupled with merely a thought, made the mouse move. It wasn't truly alive, more of a puppet really. He mentally ordered the mouse to fetch Shida's most recent set of notes, mentally noting where it was before sending the minuscule amount of energy needed for the mouse to retrieve the object. Within seconds Shida was holding the document, scanning over it, his earlier conclusion was correct. "I don't have enough power." He spoke aloud, he had grown rather fond of talking to himself, letting his thoughts be vocalized.
"Now, how could I solve that issue? I suppose a cult could be used, possibly sacrifices or have them transmit energy to me so that I can funnel it into my spell. A monument would work but, making large, complex runes around a monument without being spotted would be hard, plus extracting the monuments innate energy. A powerful spellstone would also work, I could sacrifice it's magic in a similar way to I would in a cult." Shida spoke aloud, a spellstone would be near impossible to come by, you don't just pass random people that carry them around. Of course, forming a cult would also take time but, Issac seemed to age extremely slowly, or possibly not at all. Issac watched as the mouse fell limp again, he made sure to cast a spell to stop it from decaying. How would he start a cult anyways? People aren't typically fond of cults, plus he would need a meeting spot. He didn't like people coming in his house, risking them finding his notes or stumbling upon the skeletons in his closet, literally. He would need to find apprentice warlocks, lots of them. He could invite them into his cult in exchange for teaching them his secret, necromantic arts. All in all, Shida needed more power.
"Well..." I said as I thought about her request. I had only just met the girl, and inviting a stranger into my home is potentially dangerous. However, I just witnessed her house burn down, and she needed a place to stay. "... I suppose you can crash on my couch for a few days until we can find you another place to stay," I allowed. "I'm Tak," I informed the girl.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((I was talking about whomever it was that had the spellstone... I know that's not your character, but I thought you were with them. Meh, if I'm off, I'll chalk it up to a miscalculation on Cindy's part.))
After narrowly missing the people, and having the car lose whatever little control it had left, I ended up crashing the thing into a street light, and barely managed to get out of the car before Cindy tried to maul me. I quickly closed the door, and backed away from the car, and towards the people, albeit by accident. Okay... she should be contained, now... I think for a moment as I see Cindy try to claw her way out of the car. That, brought my attention towards the fact that she was actually growing claws... claws that looked similar to mine... I shake the thought, and end up mumbling "Cindy... why'd it have to be you?" to myself. Of course, it was more than likely that someone else heard it, though, I didn't even notice anyone else around until I turned my head to see them... for some reason, they appeared to be talking about houses, or something. "Ah... um... sorry about that whole car thing. Ya see... my wife kinda went crazy." I then say to the passers-by, as if that would get them to forgive me. I then take out my cell phone, however... yup, just as I thought, out of battery.
Without a cell phone, I would have to ask this group if they could help me, though, with the fire that was burning next to them, that seemed somewhat unlikely. As I had nothing else to do, I took out my wallet and looked at that old picture. It was of myself, Chris, and Cindy while we were visiting Yosemite. The actual picture was taken right in front of the Yosemite falls, and the three of us were smiling, as if this was going to simply be the first of many vacations that we took as a family... how wrong we were. My wife went crazy, and my son recently sacrificed himself to save my life, but, what kind of life is this? I finally decide that the picture was starting to bring about some bad feelings and put it away, with me now just standing there, as if I was awaiting a response from someone. I could still hear Cindy's currently failed attempts at escaping from the car, and remembered that no more than an hour ago, she was still my loving wife. The thought that she had somehow become a monster started to depress me again. I only barely managed to cheer up on the thought that there might be a way of curing her, and manage at least not-depressed looking face... not that anyone would be able to tell just due to the fact that I'm not human.
The boy flinched and turned to the voice. "Uh... I... They were..." He knew he was doing it in self defence but something came over him. His heart started beating faster. "They attacked me a-and..." He couldn't talk anymore. He was just gaping at the man, almost in fear. After a few moments, he spoke again. "...a-and I was just protecting myself... I didn't....!"
[Tak]
"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't..." I said apologetically. "When you opened that pouch back in that deli, I knew it was a Spellstone, but mostly because I've felt the power of a Spellstone before," I said. I took my arm out of the left sleeve of my windbreaker, and rolled up the sleeve of the shirt under it to show the burn scar on my shoulder. It was a black, rigid smear that ran down about halfway down my arm and almost seemed to glow a slight red tint. "This is what a Spellstone did to me. I was in critical condition for two months, and quite frankly it's a miracle I'm still alive. Strange... I've never seen it glow like that," I said.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
The young man nodded. "It's not much but it's all I have."
The bandit nodded to his friends and they slowly approached him. "I guess yer worth more to us dead."
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Description: Mark is tall and thin, with blonde hair and dark eyes, almost black, that glow purple when he works. His hair is only slightly shorter than shoulder-length, and he wears a sweatshirt and jeans, along with goggles that have purple lenses, a leather strap, and brass rims. Soot stains his body from numerous explosions, accidental and intentional. His face is clean-shaven, probably because the hair follicles burned out, and his character is lightly muscled.
Personality: Mark is somewhat reclusive,
Class: Mechromancer. You could classify his as a Thaumaturge, but he takes the energy he channels and infuses it into machines.
Bio: When Mark was young, he'd always had an ability to make things work. He could assemble a pocket-watch from loose gears and springs, a lightbulb from a string of tungsten wire and some glass, along with some argon gas he bought (Seriously, you can buy canisters of the stuff really cheap. It's almost 1% of earth's atmosphere) and he made a robotic arm in the same class where his friends were assembling basic motors. He bought his own lab and sold his creations, and made a decent living.
And then the accident happened.
There was a fire in his lab when he was experimenting with a new chemical, but he had insurance.
What he didn't have insurance on was his arm.
A piece of falling debris pinned him down, and he was forced to sever the limb.
While they repaired his lab, he was on the streets, and he saw someone performing magic.
He knew plenty about it; but he'd never seen it himself.
Mystified, he ran to the library, where he began reading everything he could about it. One particular school interested him:
Thaumaturgey.
With this science, he realized he could infuse magic into his machines! He could make machines hundreds of times as wondrous as anyone had though possible!
When they finished repairing his lab, he set to work creating a robotic arm.
He used mostly brass, or titanium coated in brass, and infused purple quartz crystals into certain places.
All the while, he practiced thaumaturgey, creating spheres of energy and rays of force.
When he was done, he attached the arm to the socket of his left arm, and infused the crystals with energy.
Magical schools: Thaumaturge.
Other: ... Nope.
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
A large flash was seen coming from the alley.
(((Listen, every time I see you around these parts you act the same way. You're way too aggressive, get upset far too easily, and are just generally . . . well, to put it in your words, "an ass." Calm down, bro. When someone asks you to do something minor, you do not spout rage and fury at them. For example, when your mother asks you to get her the book from the shelf, do you explode in rage about how she could just get the book herself?
No?
Well then stop complaining or get lost.)
And as for mental disabilities? That's not an excuse. There is no one disability that decreases your ability to punctuate without seriously affecting cognitive function, thereby implying that your roleplaying ability would suffer too.))
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
((We are scattered around a burnt building except for Aiden who is elsewhere I think. Tak and Iris are together and I think the rest are separate))
I take a look at Cindy's arm, and notice something off... the bite mark seemed to be changing color, which was never a good sign. By now, that bite mark was pitch black, when it was once a somewhat pale white. "Cindy... are you okay?" I ask Cindy, who didn't respond for some time. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." her voice sounded different than it usually did. Her voice was more... deep, almost monster-like. That can't be... I must be hearing things, but... that thing DID bite her, and from what I know of magical creatures... she might be turning into one of those. Nah, that's just stupid to think that. I think as I try to figure out what could possibly be wrong with Cindy. I couldn't figure it out, and I couldn't drive anywhere. This was also much more important than my job interview, so I had to tell her "Cindy... we have to get you to either the hospital or the lab. You're going to have to drive, because, as you know, I'm too short." She nodded, and I got into the passenger's seat, as usual, and, after a single turn of the key, the car started moving forwards, but, for some weird reason, she was driving in the opposite direction from the hospital... and the lab, as well.
"Uh... Cindy? Where are you going, the hospital is the other way, deary." I ask her as I continue to watch helplessly as the car continued to move in the opposite direction from where we needed to go. Cindy's response scared me. It was a single word, but the way she said it made me worry for her... "Spellstone." it was said in some way that almost made her seem as if she was possessed, or was otherwise not herself. I look over into the rear-view mirror, and notice something weird. Cindy's eyes seem to have taken on a pitch black color, similar to my own, or, at least, my own new eyes. Of course, all it did was serve to make her look more evil at this point, which made me question whether or not this was such a good idea. "Uh, Cindy, we have to get to the hospital, you need medical attention. We have to turn around. Now." I say to her sternly, hoping to somehow snap her out of this. It failed, unfortunately, and she ended up responding "What makes you think that I have to listen to you, hm? Who's the driver here?" This... wasn't like her at all, however, I didn't have much of a choice, and even less of one considering the speed at which we were going.
I look out the window, and hear her add "You're not going anywhere, heh, I'll make sure of that." I watch worriedly as a burnt building comes into view, as well as several people, a couple in particular, two men, a skinny guy, with black, spiky-hair, and some blonde guy. It seemed as though they were being attacked, and this car was heading right for them. "Cindy, no! Stop this car!" I shout at Cindy, who seemed intent on running them over. She didn't budge, or even respond. I had to do something fast, something risky, and something that was probably stupid. I jumped from the passenger's seat, and onto the steering wheel in some sort of attempt to try to drive the car away from the two people. After fighting Cindy for a little while, I manage to aim the car away from the duo, and towards their attackers. Of course, I didn't want to run anyone over... and I had no idea who these guys were, what they were doing, or why they were being attacked by these other guys, so I continued to fight to try to ensure the safety of almost everyone, and only manage to get the car to spin out of control. Unfortunately, I have no clue, anymore where the car's going, or whether I'm going to hit anyone, with the duo of people, the bandits, and some random stuff flying into my view as the car continues to spin counter-clockwise.
((Also, Ronin, the two people that I described are your characters... I kinda just assumed that you were still being attacked, but can't find the description or number of your attackers, so, I just went with no description for them.))
After walking around the corner i see a man lying against a wall, most likely knocked out, and a younger boy wearing a gauntlet. Please don't be a serial killer. Almost yelling over the rain, I begin to speak. "If you don't have a fairly good explanation for why this man is like this I swear to God I'm going to get the police." My voice masks the uncertainty in my mind. Just don't kill me.
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
((Accepted.
I've noticed there are quite a lot of Thaumaturges in this roleplay. I guess they're popular.))
((The arsonist isn't actually my character, but I just controlled him for a brief moment because he was a nameless NPC.))
[Tak]
I watched as the girl and I were nearly flattened by a rampant automobile. As the car skidded away, I shot a spike of ice about the size of my lower arm at one of the tires, and watched as the car skidded away.
My eyes were widened for several seconds, and my heart was racing like a horse. I then looked up at the sky, and it was pretty much nighttime now. I saw a cloud cover moving in from the west, but that wasn't really too unusual.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
"I'm Iris, I practice the art of Thaumaturgy. You wouldn't happen to have a spare bedroom, would you? My house got destroyed..." I say, nonchalant as ever.
Something about this man reminded me of Sam. He had stuck with me when I was at my lowest and got revenge for those who put me in danger. His physical traits weren't too far off either, his eyes shining in the moonlight...
What was I doing? He was a complete stranger! Also, how could I even compare him to Sam?
Although I knew it was wrong, I didn't feel embarrassed when I started noticing the similarities.
"Now, how could I solve that issue? I suppose a cult could be used, possibly sacrifices or have them transmit energy to me so that I can funnel it into my spell. A monument would work but, making large, complex runes around a monument without being spotted would be hard, plus extracting the monuments innate energy. A powerful spellstone would also work, I could sacrifice it's magic in a similar way to I would in a cult." Shida spoke aloud, a spellstone would be near impossible to come by, you don't just pass random people that carry them around. Of course, forming a cult would also take time but, Issac seemed to age extremely slowly, or possibly not at all. Issac watched as the mouse fell limp again, he made sure to cast a spell to stop it from decaying. How would he start a cult anyways? People aren't typically fond of cults, plus he would need a meeting spot. He didn't like people coming in his house, risking them finding his notes or stumbling upon the skeletons in his closet, literally. He would need to find apprentice warlocks, lots of them. He could invite them into his cult in exchange for teaching them his secret, necromantic arts. All in all, Shida needed more power.
[Tak]
"Well..." I said as I thought about her request. I had only just met the girl, and inviting a stranger into my home is potentially dangerous. However, I just witnessed her house burn down, and she needed a place to stay. "... I suppose you can crash on my couch for a few days until we can find you another place to stay," I allowed. "I'm Tak," I informed the girl.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
After narrowly missing the people, and having the car lose whatever little control it had left, I ended up crashing the thing into a street light, and barely managed to get out of the car before Cindy tried to maul me. I quickly closed the door, and backed away from the car, and towards the people, albeit by accident. Okay... she should be contained, now... I think for a moment as I see Cindy try to claw her way out of the car. That, brought my attention towards the fact that she was actually growing claws... claws that looked similar to mine... I shake the thought, and end up mumbling "Cindy... why'd it have to be you?" to myself. Of course, it was more than likely that someone else heard it, though, I didn't even notice anyone else around until I turned my head to see them... for some reason, they appeared to be talking about houses, or something. "Ah... um... sorry about that whole car thing. Ya see... my wife kinda went crazy." I then say to the passers-by, as if that would get them to forgive me. I then take out my cell phone, however... yup, just as I thought, out of battery.
Without a cell phone, I would have to ask this group if they could help me, though, with the fire that was burning next to them, that seemed somewhat unlikely. As I had nothing else to do, I took out my wallet and looked at that old picture. It was of myself, Chris, and Cindy while we were visiting Yosemite. The actual picture was taken right in front of the Yosemite falls, and the three of us were smiling, as if this was going to simply be the first of many vacations that we took as a family... how wrong we were. My wife went crazy, and my son recently sacrificed himself to save my life, but, what kind of life is this? I finally decide that the picture was starting to bring about some bad feelings and put it away, with me now just standing there, as if I was awaiting a response from someone. I could still hear Cindy's currently failed attempts at escaping from the car, and remembered that no more than an hour ago, she was still my loving wife. The thought that she had somehow become a monster started to depress me again. I only barely managed to cheer up on the thought that there might be a way of curing her, and manage at least not-depressed looking face... not that anyone would be able to tell just due to the fact that I'm not human.