Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20200920215139

"I beg your pardon my kindest sir!" Albert challenged, stepping in front of Derrick and demanding to know why the three weren't allowed in at such an important time. Of course, he couldn't just ask the question like an everyday normal person, no no no...That would go against everything Albert stood for.

"I and my friends are on a mission of the utmost importance, trust me. Then again life is sort of like a series of missions, with each individual action we take, such as brushing our teeth or getting out of bed, we complete an objective that we have set ourselves. Of course, sometimes when we do the same mission over and over again, it can feel repetitive and we desire different things in our lives and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah-"

"We just need to get in." Obsidian chimed in, breaking the long ramblings of her friend Albert. "Please, our friends are in there and need us to be in there next to them...Derrick calm down.

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"Got it!" Davey says as he quickly grabs a hold of the magnum's wooden handle, it's prestige engravings rubbing against his calcium comprised arm. "......Wait? Who were ye natterin' t'?" Davey asks, confused about what Benji was talking about. "describin' te' edgy bastard? Are ye okay?-"

Suddenly, the sound of the horse-powered pale horse roars throughout the sky, like the flying, flame ejecting abomination of metal & gears is making a beeline straight towards the taxi. On top of the machine of death, is a person that could be considered a form of death. Its grimace underneath its shadowy cloak, made of carbon fiber, kevlar, metals & mechanical pieces of all sorts was frightening to look at, getting hunted down by it was another thing entirely, getting hunted by it whilst it's riding a jet-powered skeleton horse is BEYOND frightening.

Davey snaps back to reality by the sight of the approaching threat "Here ye go!" he says, finally handing his crocodilian friend his hand cannon.

(He's an assassin, a reaaaaallly edgy one at that.)

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"I suppose we should get their side of the staory aswell" Qhix responds, waiting for the Giant ant at the pedestal to speak up. As it gets up, everyone can see that their is some sort of mechanical collar wrapped around it's neck, a distinct pattern of yellow and black safety strips are painted cross the entire thing. For a moment, the only thing that comes out of it's mouth is just a series of insectoid snapping, chirping and so forth, until Charles says "You forgot to turn it on", to which the giant ant slaps the switch. Suddenly, the ant get gains a very thick new-york accent, one you would stereotype with the sleazy, hard-working construction men.

"Anyway, like I was saying. I was just their doing my job, hoping to get a days pay when this crazy broad comes out of new where and tackles me. She was like some sort of crazy football player or something. Thank the big guy down stairs that my man Phil managed to scare her off me, but not before the whole building nearly crushed most of my boys. I tell ya, it's getting crazier out there, can't even touch abandoned buildings without getting attacked or something."

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A, after sufficiently long amount of recovering, crawls over the edge of Louie's thigh to peer into the bag she had been ejected out of. She scans around in the interior, until her eyes meet that genital mashing midget. She gestures a slit throat to him, trying her hardest to get her point across.

However, whilst it was a bad day for A, it wasn't for one of the many hell-spawn in the paper bag. It seemed the town had it's own source of weather, and was all of a sudden in peak winter. A lanky, multi-armed demon stood in the shivering cold, rubbing his arms in order to stay warm whilst he moved brick after brick. It seemed a fair maiden had noticed this, and decided the virtous thing to do was to bring him a cup of hot cocoa.

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Without even thinking, Jack grabs the paper cup and instead of taking the pills out like a normal person, he decides in his frenzied state to try to swallow the whole paper cup.....Emphasis on try. Thus began a series of gagging, rolling over, punching himself in the stomach and general dumbass-ery, brought on by Jack's own actions.

Eventually, his efforts paid off as he eventually managed to cough out the paper cup, leaving it's wet, soggy remains on the carpet. Even though the effort put into the plan was out of wack, Jack still got what he desired, as he managed to swallow the pills while choking on them, even if they were a bit chewed up.

As he got up off the carpet, he gathered his sense, looked towards his guest, and said "Don't judge me..." not even thanking her for bringing him his 'calm' pills.

Outside of the room, Jack could hear his acquaintance Derrick, the friendly flesh-golem and frankenstein rip-off, be audibly confused at where he was supposed to go.

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"Which room is mine?" Derrick asks, his handcuffs still on him as he just kindly walks to the direction he is pulled to.

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"Classic Camilia" Steve thought to himself "Always knowing what I'm thinking."

With that, Steve finally makes a decision, he'd rather stay with someone he cares about than go to work for people who destroy lives.

"This is kinda awkward to ask but.....Know anyplace I could stay? I was living in one of the our-I mean their outposts beforehand and I doubt they'll want me back."