Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20191126102225

(So how's it popping jimbo?)

"My thoughts exactly...." Theo said, making sure not step in any unknown and rather unpleasant substances as the group continued their treck through shit tunnels.

"How are you holding up Lulu?"

Theo recieved no response for several seconds.

"Uh...Lulu?"

When he turned to check on her, he saw she was being held up by the back of her neck by one, giant, musclely hand and her mouth was covered by another one on the same of body as the other hand. The person holding Lulu captive at the time was an old-world Minotaur, to be more specific the four-armed one that rammed into the HMEP train on the news.

"HEY!!!" Theo said, completely taken by surprise as his his claws erupted out of his paws.

"Easy there kitty!" The Minotaur said in a deep serious voice, using his extra limbs to signal 'calm down' "You were followed by this little pip squeak!"

"I told you they would be naked!" A female voice called out from the darkness, followed soon by another person, a young male with new-yorker accent "Yeah, yeah, just take your twenty and shut up!!"

As two new figures walked out of the shadows, the group could put some voices to faces. The women's voice belong to a young, late-teens early-twenties girl, with short grey hair and bright, amber eyes that were colourful like fire. The man's voice belonged to the bunny that was throwing punches at HMEP soldiers back when the train was functional, he was wearing the same hoodie and bandaged hands, but his ears were left to stand tall thanks to him putting his hood cover back.

The bunny looked Theo and his bat associates up & down, visibly a bit weirded out by there lack of clothing. He extends an arm out to shake Theo's.

"You must be the Werecat A has been telling me so much about" He says, signaling his head over to the grey haired girl "Name's louie, nice to have you on the team......You need any pants?"

"Theo.....And.....I think so" The Werecat said as he returned the movement of eachother forearms.

A had already made her way over to Kreed and was wrapping her arm around his shoulder, like him and her were long, lost best buds.

"Whitey-tighty!!!" She said, already having come up with a cheeky nickname "All I got to say, is oh doggy! You really know how to beat giant tincans aye?"

A few seconds of awkward silence were shared between the two.

"What? You don't recognize this handsome mug? Well, that makes sense. I wa wearing somelse's mug.......just not such a handsome one....."

And, before Kreed's very eyes, her hair, eyes, face structure, even her clothes slowly morphed and changed, like she was a shapeshifter of sorts. She changed herself into a certain scientist he would remember, one that sicked a ball of metal arms on him and the same one that saved the entire colony with a flick of a button......AMY!

"You're welcome for saving your butts......and....sorry for sending that robot out to catch you....had to keep the act up...."

She then takes her eyes and attention off of the bat she was chatting with and directed it to the Bull-headed body builder holding. She rolled her eyes with a sigh at him.

"Urru, put the doggy down bud. She's clearly with these lads, I actually saw her make out with with nines lives whenI busted them out...."

Urru clearly wasn't happy with that, as he glared at Lulu before dropping her and crossing his arms.

MEANWHILE

Steven looked up at his old boss and childhood friend for a moment before looking down at his more robotic arm and sighing. He grabbed at it and twisted it, making it loosen up before he completely removed it's connection from his body. There, were his arm was, was just a stump. One with obvious burn marks and scarring on where his forerm once connected to his body. He reached up to the back of his head, seeming to release pressure of sorts from his mask as compressed came out of the sides of his head with a 'psssss'. He gripped his artificial face and what it hid underneath could shock anyone to the core.

Excluding the upper left section of his face, his was face was covered completely in burn scars. His right eye lid and eye brow was no longer there, his lips were also gone, giving him a permanent snarl of sorts.

"I thought everything was going to be alright." He said in a depressed tone "Everything was perfect in my world, loving wife, successful job and two perfect little daughters"

"......Until.....It all went up in flames. An Old-world Ignis having a bad day decided to rampage through our apartment complex. I was pinned under a support beam that snapped my spine straight in two as the thing approached me.....When I looked into it's eyes, I saw pure evil and malice, nothing but crimson red. I wish it just killed me right there."

He eyes began to well up with tears as he contined his story.

"So I wouldn't have to listen to the screams of my fucking family as they got roasted alive."

He brokedown, just incoherent sobbing and babbling.

MEANWHILE

"Yeah, I know it's bit of Minotaur Caca" Verthatoth said, sypathising with Roxy. He continued to chew away at his meal. "Anyway, perhaps if we show the court that photo you have, the judge might side with you on the case"

MEANWHILE AT THE CITY BANK

"Nice pearls!~ BITCH!!!" A Old-world ghoul thug said as he ripped a set of shiny, white, perfectly round pearls from the neck of a terrified siren hostage using his sharp claws. The entire bank was under siege by none other than the undead crew of Bones malone. Jack, the Ghoul of the group decided to pillage the hostage for valuables, while the dumby of the group, Derrick the Flesh golem hauled the vault's spoils out into the lobby. With all the security unconcious or worse and zombie henchmen aiming their weapons at the people would just came to withdrawl or desposit their hard-earned savings, there's no way they could fail this.

"I think that's all, boss" Derrick said, as he flung the last bags of gold and money out into the lobby, His voice alone giving people the impression his IQ just barely reached the 50 point mark.

In the middle of the lobby, 1920's gangster suit on his skeletal frame, feather tipp fedora on his head and tommy gun in hand, was none other than Bones Malone.

(You wanna be Bones Malone?)