Posts by spo0te.

( I love thinking of those. "I swear I will send everyone else but you and our family to the pits of Hell." XDDD)

Watching a carbon-copy of Ally stumble to the kitchen and grunt as she adjusted the plate to the farthest spot she could reach to, Enma stifled a chuckle. She soon returned, and plopped onto the couch, shifting around until she found a comfortable position. Adelfa adorned a bored expression, one Enma came to know well, probably because the fact he had seen that face numerous times from his wife when he flicked on the hockey game. Her brow was creased and created nearly unnoticeable forehead wrinkles, then the bottom lip stuck out a tiny bit farther than usual. Sighing, she finally probed her father about venturing outside, when the rain diminished to a mist. The father overlooked the consequences of the choices 'yes' and 'no'. If it were 'yes', there would be the chance Adelfa and he would get themselves sick, although it was unlikely for him, and then resulting in a tantrum from Ally, who would grow angry when she was sick, and stress her out, then cause Calix to stress out, and that chaotic mess. If it were 'no', Adelfa would hide away her anger from the answer, and keep to herself for the whole day, pouting in spite of herself. Sighing, Enma nudged the remote to his daughter, and gave her a weary smile. "Let's see how Mommy and your brother feel in a bit," he recommended, darting his eyes to her brother. No response. "Maybe we could set up the Wii, maybe play Just Dance," he offered, standing and nearly dripping over the shadow minion that purred and weaved between his legs. Well. Now the shrieks of terrors from both kids would begin. And then Ally would yell at him.

Calix blocked out his father, his sister, and even that creepy glowing at the end of the hall, where it appeared that a candle had lit itself. He glared at Steve on the TV, as he and Blue traveled into the kitchen with Blue's friend Magenta, who was barking about something with Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper. With a hmph, Calix rolled onto his side, turning his back towards his uncaring father and sister. Adelfa was not uncaring, no, she was a loving sister who probably cared more for his own well-being than her own. Maybe that was why she always asked him to stop being so selfish. Calix hated that unattractive attribute of his, yet he was still only of a young age, and had plenty of time to learn. Turning his sense back to an acute level, he heard his father commenting about the Wii, which Calix loved, and playing Just Dance. That caught his attention and he shot up, only to see a black-like form by his father's feet; it had a long tail and glowing yellow eyes, though that was the only feature noticeable. It had a feline's body and tail, and moved with car-like elegance. Calix gasped but didn't screech, and stood, mesmerized at his father's creation.

Emma froze, looking at the girl who clutched her sleeve and snarled like a dog would if something approached it as a threat. "Let go of me," she snapped, yanking the fabric of her shirt away from Akita. By then, the clash and screech from the kitchens arose, and she saw scrawny Kiro aimlessly wandering around the base as if it were a museum! "You idio-" Emma cut herself off. She did not want to draw attention to herself or any of the others, and now was not the time for squabbling. "Listen, Akita, just get changed already! These marines are gonna know yer pirates!" Emma barked, her eyes filling with rage. "That, or you can ruin your reputation for a bit and play as my prisoners," she offered, knowing that no one liked to be caught for having their hand in the cookie jar. "So it's either now or never!" she snapped, then rubbed her temples. "Ya know what, fine, let's just do it yer way!" she grumbled, storming off to her new location.

( I didn't mean for it to be that he's a jerk to her. She is just checking stuff around. And I know it wasn't supposed to be stealthy--referring to the part where Isabelle noticed no one was there, she just hadn't thought of it. It's always good to think of consequences. They may be in hiding, you never know, but since you are the creator of the thread, I'm assuming you know, while we walk into whatever trap this was where Scott turned into an alien-thingy. )

Isabelle let out a quiet gasp as she tucked stray hand of black hair behind her ear. "Scott..." she trailed off, looking at the once leader of the E.T.S. Squad to a ... a monster! Isabelle couldn't look past his rusty red skin; it wasn't painted on, that was for sure. Now two, large lavender antennas protruded from his forehead like a horn on a unicorn. His hair had fallen out and left him bald for a few moments, then quickly replaced itself with bland, snow-white strands of hair through the follicles. When his eyes flashed open, they were a bright, vibrant green. Now, she could clearly see the black pupil in his iris, and she shuddered a bit in fear. "That's not a watch," Isabelle stated, her lip quivering as she spoke. "God, Scott! Why would you try that on?" she demanded, scurrying up to the taller man, taking his wrist in her hands as she turned it over. She scrutinized the small symbols inscribed into the watch-like device, that most definitely wasn't a watch. "I'm scared if you leave this on any longer. Please take it off," Isabelle instructed, as she continued to look at the watch Scott adorned. "We should do more research with this at the HQ.

( I'm sorry. I'm sure sto0gi. will have an answer for you posthaste. It's just that we aren't the choosers of who joins the thread since he's the creator. I'm sure he maybe missed your form, maybe you could quote it? I'm sure it'd be nice to see a new friendly face in the thread. )

Hello, I'm a semi-new member, I've been on here for almost a year!

I am looking for new roleplays to join in, so I suppose I should list things I do!

I DO ENJOY ROLEPLAYING:
-Anime --all depending on what anime, haven't watched it all!
-Magical/Fantasy.
-Real-life.
-Any genre! Minus sci-fi, but I can still do my best.
-Super hero--Marvel things.

I DO NOT ENJOY ROLEPLAYING:
-Anything mecha or robot related.
-Animal roleplay.
-BxB or GxG.

If you have any suggestions, please feel free to ask or PM me!

Kestrel nodded in agreement to the plan, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her scarlet dress. "We can head out now," she informed Simon, stepping out onto the concrete porch surrounded by yellow daisies. She closed the door behind her, twisting the knob a few times before heading off with the handsome man. Her house was secure, the front door was locked, and now she could go off with Simon, and soon with Stephen and Ally. Smiling in spite of herself, she began to slow her pace to sync with Simon's as she childishly avoided the cracks on the sidewalk. "So, what movie are we gonna see afterwards?" she inquired, swerving left and right to dodge the cracks spidering along the cement. She pulled the strap of her satchel up along her shoulder, so it wouldn't slide off and fall.

Yes! I do know of Vocaloid! : D

And the dere roleplay sounds fun! :3

( No, no, it's really fine. It's not like he actually hates her lol. If you want me to edit it, just say.

Also, I agree. Love E.T.S. so flipping much.)

Isabelle chewed her lip as Scott informed her of the situation. "But we don't know who made these and why..." she trailed off, watching as Ariana slipped on the machinery, blinking a bit before explaining her left eye was malfunctioning. "See? That's not a good sign, it made you look like this beast... and then Ariana is losing her senses," Isabelle hesitated before shivering. "I don't like this one bit. This can really help us, but it seems the costs are deadly. And plus, who would leave such a thing behind?" she interrogated, looking back into the box where several pieces of the technology remained, forgotten. Isabelle sighed, combing through her thick, dark locks of hair, closing her eyes for a moment before breathing in through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. "I agree, though, Scott. This definitely should be returned to Brand for further investigation," she remarked, still peering into the container of watches. "Should we bring these along, too?" she questioned, her curiosity not faltering from these strange mechanisms.

Awesome! : D

Would you like to make the private thread? c:

(Yup)

A big family of deres! C: And I shall make the thread!

I can make two characters if you want, but I have one dere I have- a dandere!

If we were to make two, my next character would be a : deredere c:

( Both are accepted.
And Goddess, thank you for trying, though! : )
And Sheygon, that's alright, it's good you replied! )

After a few minutes of passing through agonizing pain, relief washed over Ace quickly. He saw sparkles of light through the pitch-black that clouded his vision, and he lurched forward, his hand at his chest, gasping for air. How long had he been passed out? Wiping away dry-stained tears, he swiveled around, pushing up onto his wobbly legs, his knees knocking. Vivian was still on the brink of death, and now Madeleine was still left unconscious. Ace uttered profanities under his breath as he dragged himself as close as he could to Vivian, watching the blood pour from her body like an endless stream of water. His eyes filled with salty tears, and his throat constricted at the gorey sight, and Celestria's magic wasn't helping. All he could do was scrummage around in his pockets for his stele, and draw a few iratzes to help the poor Shadowhunter. Ace didn't want to say the last few words for the death of a Shadowhunter. He shouldn't be anticipating a death, already be grieving when there was still hope. Vivian's skin sizzled at the touch of the stele on her skin, and Ace continued with all his strength to finish at least to iratzes. Hopefully this helped, he thought, as his arm fell limp to his side, of no use anymore. A name was heard through the wind as he finished the last healing rune: Elijah, and it was heard of no more. Who was Elijah? How was this significant now? Gritting his teeth together, Ace prayed to the Angel that Vivian's life be spared.

Madeleine heard Stephen's panicked voice calling for Bree, and she felt a bit relieved. Ace was okay, as was Stephen. And Celestria was alright as well. Things were better than she had predicted, but unable to move, perhaps it wasn't all that great. Debris was crushing her lungs and her legs, and after this, Madeleine was sure Cynthia would have her in the infirmary for months, and restricted only to a wheel chair. Ha, if only Madeleine wasn't so stubborn, she would probably accept the offer. She'd wobble around on her broken, fractured bones all she wanted until she collapsed. The only way they could get her to stay resting was to be strapped to the bed she was given. Sighing, Madeleine found the next gasp of breath rather hard to grasp. Choking a second, she began struggling, pushing away bricks and dust from her upper body, and dragged herself out. Madeleine sobbed, breathing in the fresh air now provided to her. "Guys, is everyone-" she cut off into a fit of hacking and coughing. "Is everyone okay?" she finally asked, her eyes still slightly watery from her emotions earlier.

Bree stumbled to her Shadowhunter friend, embracing him with her long appendages. "You're okay, that's a relief," she sighed, slightly trembling from the use of her legs. Black demon ichor still clung to her lips, stinging and burning her skin, causing into become irritated and red. "The others have to be okay, I'm sure of it," she assured her friend, rubbing away the poison on her lips and cheeks. "We all survived, it's just, Vivian-" she choked back, pushing back tears. "We're unsure of her condition," she hesitated before taking a seat on the ground and sighing. "Phew, that was quite the fight," she commented, her face feeling warm as adrenaline pumped through her veins.

Jonah ignored Alistair as he stood, standing next to his brother, ever-so-gracefully placed atop the counter. The register woman still stood there with no regards to their existence at all, and soon trotted off into the back room. "I have to help if my brother's involved," he sighed, looking at his childish brother who wore a goofy grin. "And don't take this for advantage, Edgar! We all know of your little rendezvous with Celest, trying to beg and plead for her hand in marriage," Jonah joked, smirking as his brother's lips turned down into a frown. The corners of Jonah's lips quirked into a confident grin as he provided a cute wave to his brother, and crossed his arms, waiting for his brother's response.

Edgar raised both his eyebrows, enticed by the familar feminine voice. His eyes met the vampire's who were pleading for help, and he sighed. "Sure, whatever," he murmured to his brother, ignoring hi false rumors. "But for now-" Edgar stopped, cracking his knuckles and standing, doing a few jumping jacks before coming to a halt. "I guess I shall assist. I owe a few to Celest, my darling, anyway," he muttered, his eyelashes fluttering in front of his vibrant eyes. Twirling his index finger and middle finger, a steaming large cup of coffee appeared in Phareon's hands as blue particle effects sparkled from the chestnut-colored liquid. Grinning, he fluffed his long trench coat, gazing into the Portal. "Mind if I come along? I would love to help my dear friend," he added, his eyes sparkling with a new-born childishness.

I could perhaps make both my deres boys! O: or one a girl, and one a boy.

Then throw in some random boy, if you'd like XD

Blake flinched, kind of expecting Maya's harshness to come out like so. Gulping, Blake lost all sense of appetite and strolled to the training room, where there, he could be alone and think. He rubbed at his arms and balled up his fists, his knuckles turning an ivory color as they soon collided with the punching bag. His breath came out ragged and shallow; he hadn't trained in a while, and it was bad on his health. His stomach growled, begging for food, yet he pushed it away, pushing all into the ice ball forming in his stomach. Soon after a few minutes of training, crimson regret trickled from his knuckles that were now bloodied and mangled, almost. A shower should do the jiffy. Hiding his wounds in his pockets, he pushed them into his pockets and escaped to his room.

"Help yourselves, I'll get a slice later," Kestrel called over her shoulder, shutting the door to her room behind her. There, her room was her safe haven. Chemistry books littered the floor and her bed was neat and tidy. Her sheets were different arranges of purple. She began to pick up her textbooks and sat at the mahogany desk in the corner, flicking on the bendable lamp. Smiling, she poked the small little robot she had been working on, it's eyes coming to life as it beeped. Kestrel waved to the small mechanism, and pulled out a pencil as she overlooked blueprints. "What to do..." she murmured, raising an eyebrow as she observed the papers.

I have not been able to make the thread yet, but I think I'll have to make it tomorrow D :

Steam fogged up the mirrors so no image or reflection of the young male could be seen. Damp hair clung to his neck as trickles of water slid down his flesh, and he lightly traced the blue veins down his arms. Blake's eyes were gleaming with a determination, and he felt the gun in his hand again as he relived the memory, of the heat of the moment, when he fired that one shot that miraculously hit home on the wolf. Blake was nothing but an engineer, but after Kestrel's invitation to meet the once upon a time rag-tag-team of newly born Avengers, he couldn't resist. Turns out, he couldn't be cowering anymore, hiding behind the sidelines and cheering them on, for one of many reasons. He couldn't let Kestrel get hurt, or any other member as well, because now, he almost considered them family. Jealousy flowed through the male for a moment as he swiped away the steam on the mirror, looking at his own set of blue eyes. He never did really have a family. That's why he was always in school, to get away from the vacant house where no one lived. There was no use for such a place if there was nobody there for him, anyway. Escaping the bathroom, the steam seeped from the cracks of the door, unfurling like wisps of smoke. When Blake arrived into his room, he observed his damaged knuckles, the wounds still fresh. Sucking away the blood, he reached for the first-aid kit stashed under his bed, clicked it open, and scavenged around for gauze and wrap. After that was applied, he shouldered on a black muscle t-shirt that showed his muscles rippling beneath, and a pair of Old Navy jeans that were ripped numerous times, but had been patched up. Slipping on some simple converse, Blake decided it was best to either talk to Kestrel, or return to the training room. In the hall, Kestrel's door was shut with the dim glow of light underneath her door, predicting she was busy. Sighing, Blake clenched his fists and returned to the training room, where he saw Python, with his incredible rate of speed. Peering off to the room that branched off this one, there was a target range, where the mysterious elven girl, Rigel, was practicing as well. Would it be rude to strike up a conversation with either of them? Perhaps he could discuss with Python techniques, and Rigel about her name--which was a star in the sky.

Kestrel tediously picked at a screw in her contraption, which seemed to be glued in, or wouldn't come out for that matter. Irritated, Kestrel threw her hands in the air, receiving a few beeps and boops from her robot companion. "Watch the room for me, alright?" she asked the small organism, as she pushed back out of her swivel chair, and down the hallway. Gliding past the numerous rooms in the underground base, Kestrel saw Blake slip into the training room once again. Get rejected? was the teasing thought in her mind, but she pushed that away. Sometimes, she hated that she inherited her mother's sass. Combing her fingers through her hair, she paused at the nearly empty pizza box sat on the coffee table. "Dear God, did everyone stop feeding one another?" she joked, pulling out now a slightly cold piece of pepperoni pizza. Holding that in her hand, she slowly headed back to her room, where her robot greeted her with happy chirps and twitters. On the desk, the contraption was complete. "Oh my-!" Kestrel exclaimed, clutching the pizza as she skidded over to the device. "No way--you're a prodigy!" she laughed, turning the mechanism in her hand over and over to make sure the little robot had not looked over anything.

Hello, friend! ...If I can call you that. I'll call you that because I like you. : D

Soooo. I really don't have a plot, so I guess we'll have to come up with something where we were talking. XD We can make around 2-3 characters, and I'll have a form for you to fill out. : D

My Forms:

Name: Akihiro Tsuyokio

Age: 17.

Appearance:

Dere(Should explain personality XD): Dandere!

Likes: Books, science and history, poetry, writing, art, music, tart items.

Dislikes: loud noises, sweets, bugs, most people, technology.

Occupation: Student--also works at local restaurant.

Name: Chikyo Kudyana

Age: 17.

Appearance:

Dere: Deredere!

Likes: everything, especially ice cream.

Dislikes: nothing, except bullies and those usual things most people dislike!

Occupation: Student.

Forms:

Name:

Age:

Appearance:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Dere/Personality?:

Occupation:

Also, you don't need to make all your characters dere. I just did because I love 'em. XD

That's too bad! D:

I made the thread, though. We should discuss a plot and genre/theme!

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1618401.new#new

Frowning, the dark man dismissed the alien and his witty ways, knowing he was only trying to be of use to the Rebels as well as everyone else. Disgusted by the ominous gnomes that scattered the dying gardens and yellowing grass, Nightmare could not resist but to step on one of the pointy-hatted midgets and feel the satisfaction of the crunching glass beneath his combat boots. Clearing his throat, he gave one last glare to the rest of the army of gnomes, following in step behind Zakolac.

( Star to Zak: )

The brunette disregarded the thoughts of the gnomes having hidden in cameras, watching their every moves, and gulped. "This is really creepy," she whimpered, touching her fingers to the jewel-encrusted hair piece... or Rascal at her temple. Watching Zakolac and his amazing trick, she clasped her hands together happily. "That...was...amazing!" she yell-whispered, to make sure, ya know, that it wouldn't trigger some monster attack from the gnomes.

To be honest, Kestrel was excited for the movie, too. The thought made her squirm in her seat with joy; horror movies were one of Kestrel's favorite movie genres... mainly because she would laugh through all of them while the others screamed in fear! She chuckled to herself, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, and returned her attention to Simon who was explaining about the movie Attack of the Man-Spider. "You gotta admit, that is one of the cheesiest names ever!" she laughed, only to turn it into a gasp as a car blared behind the duo loudly. Of course, it was Stephen. "K-kiss?!" she stammered, placing her hands on her hips. "It's like you haven't gotten that far with Jess just yet, Stephen!" she laughed nervously, looking to Simon with flushed cheeks. Smiling weakly, she crawled into the passenger seat and stuck out her tongue playfully at Stephen. "I say we listen to my choice of music!" she laughed, buckling herself in.