((Deaven is in, Azilla I'm not so sure. The entire idea of letting a bipolar (and somewhat useless to the crew) character is kind of silly. Maybe make something else, something we could use on the boat?))
The sea wind blew through William's hair. They haven't taken off yet, but the crisp, salty air was enough to make an impression. Leaning against the rails, he stared at the open sea, and it's peace and serenity. The complete emptiness. William turned, facing the group that he had assembled on the bow.
"Welcome, friends. Now that we are all here, and ready to set out. We are all introduced, I do believe, and we all know each others skills well enough to know how we will be cooperating. To the lowbloods - I know you are all a great, hardworking group, and I can trust you to do your jobs to the peak of your abilities. To the Greasebloods, I doubt I need to address you. You were built for things like this. And to the highbloods, like I - Don't do anything stupid."
A few sailors he had hired beforehand rose to their feet. William nodded to them, and they sprinted down to the engine rooms, setting up the, well, engines. William himself walked slowly towards the back of the boat, where his captains seat would be. He grinned at the members of his crew - they'd finally be off. He heard the jet start deep below the decks, and the boat lurched forward before gaining enough speed to travel smoothly.
The boat was sleek and long. It was a beautiful vessel, crafted and shined by the most expert of men. A small building sat at the back of the boat, allowing the captain to overlook the boat and the seas. In the center, sails were tied up in case of an emergency, as well as a crows nest. Near the front, a recreation area for people on their short breaks in the day. Below the decks was the living quarters, and below that was the kitchens and eating areas. It was laid out fairly luxuriously, and the lowbloods would definitely be living better here than they would've been at home.
((Boom bang its in the middle of the night and I'm posting something. One down, a couple more to go.
Cant wait to get back into this.))
Hehe, thats what my original story was more or less based on, which is what this is based on.
So long story short this is just like the origins of MSPA, a forum post with user interactions on the story.
Oh, also I meant taking some control of a character - but lets not look too far in the future. I'm getting more and more time, so soon I'll actually be able to post actual RP posts.
((I don't know how many tiems I've said this, and I've always failed. But I'm ****ing trying guys, life sucks, and I don't really have the time to post the (really) long post I've been planning for a while.))
I'm down, I'll hop in as soon as I have time to post. However, don't expect me to be fully devoted - I'm incredibly busy, so if I disappear, don't freak out.
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((In other news, SKYRIM IN TWO DAYS))
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THE EXACT POSITION, AREA, ETC OF EVERYBODY AND WHAT THEY ARE DOING.
IM GONNA MOVE THIS **** FORWARD.))
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The sea wind blew through William's hair. They haven't taken off yet, but the crisp, salty air was enough to make an impression. Leaning against the rails, he stared at the open sea, and it's peace and serenity. The complete emptiness. William turned, facing the group that he had assembled on the bow.
"Welcome, friends. Now that we are all here, and ready to set out. We are all introduced, I do believe, and we all know each others skills well enough to know how we will be cooperating. To the lowbloods - I know you are all a great, hardworking group, and I can trust you to do your jobs to the peak of your abilities. To the Greasebloods, I doubt I need to address you. You were built for things like this. And to the highbloods, like I - Don't do anything stupid."
A few sailors he had hired beforehand rose to their feet. William nodded to them, and they sprinted down to the engine rooms, setting up the, well, engines. William himself walked slowly towards the back of the boat, where his captains seat would be. He grinned at the members of his crew - they'd finally be off. He heard the jet start deep below the decks, and the boat lurched forward before gaining enough speed to travel smoothly.
The boat was sleek and long. It was a beautiful vessel, crafted and shined by the most expert of men. A small building sat at the back of the boat, allowing the captain to overlook the boat and the seas. In the center, sails were tied up in case of an emergency, as well as a crows nest. Near the front, a recreation area for people on their short breaks in the day. Below the decks was the living quarters, and below that was the kitchens and eating areas. It was laid out fairly luxuriously, and the lowbloods would definitely be living better here than they would've been at home.
((Boom bang its in the middle of the night and I'm posting something. One down, a couple more to go.
Cant wait to get back into this.))
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So long story short this is just like the origins of MSPA, a forum post with user interactions on the story.
Oh, also I meant taking some control of a character - but lets not look too far in the future. I'm getting more and more time, so soon I'll actually be able to post actual RP posts.
[[M]]>> Leave the room. If you can.
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Wait, no.
That's stupid.
Search under your bed for any clues.
((Further = feel more like a dumbass, I guess. Dunno.))
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[[M]]>> Feel like a dumbass further, and check your chest to see what ****in' gender you are.
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[[?]]>> The hell are you thinking? Remember your name.
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Isn't this like, 1969? AC/DC back then? Wat.
Googled it, they started in 1973, so unless I'm retarded, THIS BE UNREALISTICLY IMPOSSIBLE))
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Like, seriously.
I almost want to add this as real story lore.
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Also wat has happened k thanx.))
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So, I need to catch up. Where is Kat and her sexy thighs needed?))
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