Posts by LuckyExperiment13

Markus let out a strained laughed as he was trying to hold it in, "Glad you could make it to the party, but sorry to say this little race is over" He said. he stopped, took a deep breathe and pulled himself over onto the ledge he got up and there it was, he walked up to the prize and analyzed the pedestal it stood on, "What do you think sweetheart? Booby trapped??" He called out realizing Colton still hadn't made her way to the top yet. He didn't see anything that might trigger a trap, so he shrugged and grabbed the prize.

Just then Markus head a small little 'click' sound. He sighed and lightly brought his forehead to the stone pedestal, "Crap...." He muttered. The tomb began to shake violently, the walls began to crumble and the ceiling began to slowly descend. "Of course it would be rigged for a cave in!" He yelled at the tomb he ran to the edge of the chasm and lowered his left hand down to help Colton with the reward in his right, "I got it, i win, yada yada, gloat gloat gloat, we need to go now, Hurry!" He called down to her as he reached, "I'll pull you up!"

James shook his head as he listened to nearby conversations and all the different drunkies simply trying to speak, he then looked at the bartender and wondered how she ended up here, why she let these pigs just stare at her like she is some kind of meat, he decided to maybe have some conversation with her, if she was half as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside he would be an idiot to not take the chance to get to know her, he smiled at her as she came over to take his order, "Hi, um, can i get a Jack and Coke and please the hun isn't necessary," he tried to hide the fact that the whole 'hun' thing was kinda humiliating to him, "We are neighbors after all." He paused to shake her hand, "James, i live a few doors down, apartment 102." he introduced himself. "I, uh, just got off work and one of my fellow officers recommended this place." He smiled and nodded. He never did know when to shut up when he got nervous.

"for the love of god man quit talking, you can stare down the barrel of a gun no problem but you can't talk to a woman, what the hell is wrong with you?" he thought to himself. He shook his head "sorry, i babble on sometimes."

Markus began trying to pull her up with just his one arm, realizing it would take too long with such little time on his hands, he placed the artifact on the ground next to him and grabbed her with both hands, hoisting her up, He picked up the artifact and helped her to her feet, "Alright which way is out?" He asked her hoping she knew, he didn't do well under this kind of pressure, he began looking around frantically for a way out.

He paused for a minute and took deep breaths to calm himself down, "Come on Markus think, you do this kind of stuff all the time" He thought to himself, just then a chuck of the ceiling about the size of Markus's head fell and smashed his left shoulder, causing him to drop the artifact, he cursed under his breath and winced in pain as he realized he was no longer to move his left arm, "Of course...its always something..." He looked at Colton, "Any ideas?" he asked groaning in pain as he picked up the artifact and held it in his right hand.

Markus paused to look at his options, die or give his rival his latest prize, if he were today he would be unable to claim the reward, if he gave it to Colton chances were she would take it and claim it for herself. He shook his head, "Alright, but if i don't make it... you make sure my name is in the papers..." he told her. He then threw the artifact to her and backed up a few paces. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "Here we go." He ran and took the leap he stretched out his only working arm and caught the ledge of the bridge.

He could feel the bridge crumbling in his hand he looked up and saw the ledge of the bridge breaking off where his hand was placed. Markus inhaled and threw his injured arm up and grabbed the bridge as the first spot crumbled and made his good hand drop. Markus yelled in pain as the full weight of his body was reliant on his more than likely shattered shoulder. "The bridge is falling Colton, go!" he told her.

James sat and was almost hypnotized by her as she spoke and messed with her hair. Just as she finished speaking, James's phone went off, "Sorry just a sec..." he pulled out his phone and was confused when it wasn't the one going off, then he realized, "oh crap" he mumbled as he pulled out his work phone, he rolled his eyes as he answered, "Yeah?" He answered, "Hey James, its Brock, did you file that report on the robbery on 79th?" A voice said over the phone. James let out a sigh of relief as soon as he knew he wasn't getting called on to the job, "No i don't think i actually filed it, its written up on my desk second drawer on the left. Gotta go bye." James said as he slammed his phone shut, "Sorry about that Gunner." He smiled as he put away his phone. "So anyway, i see you a lot but not the father, what does he do for a living?" He asked, assuming the father was still in the picture.

I agree with Whovian 8 sounds nice

There he sat, impatiently awaiting the arrival of his target, in small tree grove just outside the village. On the largest branch he could find he leaned his back against the trunk and sighed, "Where is he? There is no reason he shouldn't be here. All of the information I gathered led me to hear so why has he not shown?" He mumbled to himself in great frustration. He lifted his right hand to remove his charcoal black hair from his eyes, "My information is never wrong, but he should be here by now." He growled as he swung his right hand to take his anger out on the tree. His fist missed and the momentum of the swing pulled him off of the branch he once sat on, "Woah!" He exclaimed as he caught the branch with his left hand and, with cat like reflexes, wrapped his legs around the branch making so he hung upside down like a sloth that had been dropped on its head as a child. He face turned red as the blood rushed to his head in embarrassment. He shook his head and couldn't help but smirk as he thought about his sister and what she would say, "Sairen be careful! You are so clumsy sometimes honestly, if I'm the younger sibling why is it I'm always having to watch you?" He imagined it so well is was almost as if he could actually hear her voice. He reached upward into one of his various pouches and pulled out a rather realistic sketch of her that he had done on some parchment with some charcoal. He smiled as a single tear ran up his face and into his hair. But the moment was ruined by some rustling in the shrubbery down below.

"You know you aren't very subtle." A voice called up to him. Sairen looked down, which at this point was upward from his perspective, to be face to face with an elderly man. Surprised, Sairen yelped and accidentally let go of the branch, face planting the ground. "I know I'm old but i figured they would at least send someone competent to come assassinate me." The old man wheezed. Sairen pushed himself off the ground and dusted himself off, "I take it you know who i am then." Sairen said calmly. The old man examined him up and down and then shook his head, "Can't say i do young man. But are you alright? that was quite a fall?" The man replied. Sairen grunted angrily, he had worked hard for his title and notoriety, "Does the name Sairen mean anything to you?" He asked to old man. The elderly man began to laugh, which became a phlegm infested cough and wheezing, "My boy you can't be Sairen, He's the most notorious assassin there is, a man like that wouldn't yell while hiding and fall out of a tree." Sairen winced in pain, his pride was shot, "Just shut up, I'm not here to kill you anyway, I'm here for information, they want to know where your son is, He's caused us a great deal of trouble." Sairen explained in a harsh demanding tone. The old man shrugged, "Haven't seen him in ages, if you do find him, i heed caution, i would also tell your superiors to send the REAL Sairen that boy is not someone to mess around with." Sairen grew angry and impatient, "Very well." Sairen turned and began walking away. After about two or three steps he stopped, "By the way old man, do you know why no one has seen Sairen or knows what he looks like?" Sairen asked. The old man scratched is head, pondering the question, "I guess he's good at what he does." The man replied. Sairen reached his right hand into one of his pouches, then peered over his shoulder with a large smirk on his face, "Not quite." Sairen said. Then with no time wasted, and no hesitation, as Sairen turned toward the old man, pulled out a throwing knife, with almost inhuman quickness, and threw it. The old man fell to the ground. "Many say he's a man without rules but the truth is he has one.. No survivors." Sairen said as he retrieved his knife and walked away.

Before Sairen could make it out of the grove and back into the village something caught him off guard as it lunged out of the bushes and left a gash in his left arm. Sairen grunted in pain and fell to the ground, as he looked up there it was, a shade. It took the form of something close to human, with shadowy misshapen blades as its arms. Sairen stood up and took a defensive fighting stance, with one arm incapacitated he grinned, "I hope my superiors know this will cost extra." He said as he pulled out four throwing knives with strange charms hung on the hilts and placed one in each gap between his fingers, "Let us go then!" He yelled in excitement. The shade lunged with a ferocious demonic screech.

(its 4 am, sorry if my spelling and RPing skills aren't quite up to par XD)

The dirt under Sairen's feet grew damp and dyed red. He gradually became light headed due to the blood loss, but his focus remained true as he and the shade were at a standstill, eyeing each other in defensive stances. Sairen looked at his arm, He winced as it pulsated, however his heartbeat remained calm and steady, he waited for his opportune moment, drew a tanto from the sheath strapped to his calf. And took off towards the monster clashing blade to blade. Sparks flew from one side to the other. The monster roared furiously as it caught Sairen's Tanto between both of its arms and snapped the blade in two, throwing Sairen flying towards the entrance of the village. Sairen growled as he forced himself to bear through the stinging and burning of getting dirt and rocks in his wound. Sairen began pulling throwing knives out of every pouch he had easy access to. The shade charged rampantly dissipating and reforming with every knife that went through it.

Sairen knew he was in trouble. He drew his Katana and defended the beasts onslaught of vicious attacks. He began thinking of how he might hurt and kill the beast, he had fought shades before but none of this caliber. "Fire, fire might work right?" Sairen pulled out two small make shift bombs. Two balls of parchment filled with gravel, leaves, and flamable powder made from scratch, with the finishing touch of a wick that stuck out of the top, "Follow me, hideous burlap sack of horse dung." Sairen called out and began running into the village scraping his katana against buildings to create sparks, "Light, Light you cursed wicks" He mumbled as he held the bombs up to the sparks finally one of the wicks lit. "YES!" he exclaimed. He lit the other bomb with the already lit wick on the other, turned to face the monster then leaped backwards and tossed the bombs. A large explosion followed by a cry from the injured and possibly dead monster that once pursued him.

The force of the blast however threw Sairen deeper into the village and against the wall of the village inn, He struggled to stand back up, he had given all he had to give, he had lost too much blood. He brought himself up to stand and saw more shades fighting a strange man and a woman he recognized as the innkeeper. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, "What are you doing?" He whispered to himself, He rushed to their side, "I can't offer much but im here help in anyway i can." Just then he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder so great he couldn't help but yell in pain. He attempted to drop to his knees but couldn't as the pain worsened. He weakly turned his head to see the shade he was just previously fighting, with one of its blades straight through his shoulder, "Looks like you got the best of me.. well done.." He said in a very strained tone. The shade removed the blade and Sairen fell to ground, unable to move, unable to speak, but still conscious.

Sairen managed to gather what very little strength he had left to stand and lean against a wall, If there ever was one quality that could be noticed about him it was his stubbornness, and phenomenal stamina. as they waited for the two unknown guests to show up Sairen pulled out one of his throwing knives and held it in the flames of one of the lanterns nearby. He used the scorching hot steel the close any open wounds he had. With a few grunts and growls of severe pain, all his wounds were closed and the bleeding had been stopped.

Sairen took time to inspect the stranger, this being of seemingly limitless power. Sairen smirked, while he did spend most of his life dedicated to the ways of the shadows he never would have imagined that the guardian he heard and idolized from the legends actually existed. "What have i stumbled into sister dearest." Sairen whispered to himself grasping the sketch of his sister in his left hand. Sairen attempted to stand without the help of the wall but all that did was make him feel incredibly woozy. He fell backward back onto the wall and slowly slid down, eventually sitting down on the ground. Sairen began inspecting all the people around him and making as many educated guesses about who they were and what their personalities were based on what he could see.

OOC: Sorry guys, new job, its been running my life, can i get a recap por favor?

OOC: Sorry for short post, so tired

Sairen stood and let out a small smile to the female monk who had attended his wound, "Thanks." He mumbled as he fought the full power of his pride to say that one word, "I had it under control and would have been fine, but thanks." He said a little louder as his pride came back full force. He stood up and looked at the leaf, "Never been one to eat my vegetables." He smirked. He pondered for a moment about what the guardian had said "And when all is said and done, the world keeps turning and im not a gold piece richer" He thought to himself and shrugged, "I dont know guys people going crazy and wanting to kill each other could bring an assassin like me a lot of business."

"On the other hand, if the worlds not saved, all that money won't mean much" Sairen shook his head, "But I'm in. I suppose I'll do what i can, which based on my performance earlier wasn't much." Sairen paused again to think if he could actually go through with it, "Who knows? Maybe i can be a protective meat shield and return favors owed." Sairen glanced over at Ryia and quietly chuckled to himself, "So who else is doing this?"

Suh dude! Good to be back

Lucky groggily opened his eyes, everything was blurry and he couldn't see much, all he could here were some voices in the background, he couldn't hear their conversation they were very distant but he heard key words such as "Subject" "Vitals" and "Stabilized" his vision cleared and he could see where he was at, the medical wing. "Woo how long was i out?" He mumbled, talking to no one in particular as he gathered himself and took in his surroundings. He looked down and saw his right arm and left leg, "Holy hell did they do a number on you" "What happened to you man?" Lucky smirked, "Oh man this is so cool!" he opened and closed his new metallic hand. "Hey Doc! Can get out?! I got friends to kill, and victims to hang out with, wait...no...no sorry i got that backwards...wait did I?" Lucky began cackling, there was however no response. "Oh no I'm all tied up and cant get out without help, whatever shall we do?" He mumbled with a smirk on his face. With a twitch of two fingers a scalpel came flying toward him and cut his bonds. "Whoopsy" He used his free hand to untie his bonds and got free from his restraints. He looked around and realized he was in an isolated chamber. "Steel doors? Oh when will these guys learn?!" Lucky shouted with no response with the exception of his own echo. Lucky took a moment to look out a small opening in the door to see a guard standing right outside his cell. Lucky began singing the tune to Pop Goes The Weasel, "Deep inside the prison walls the officer watched the killer, the officer thought t'was all good fun..." Lucky smirked as he put his hands up to the doors, "SPLAT!" Lucky screamed as the door flew open crushing the guard, "Goes the killer. HAHAHAHA!"

Lucky began throwing open lockers, drawers, or anything else that could have been holding his clothes, but he had no luck, "Whelp, I'll figure it out." Lucky shrugged, "Excuse me! I'mma leave..." Lucky said to the doctors cowering in the corner, and after a moment of no replies Lucky responded to himself, "Kay bye." He turned and skipped out of the medical wing in his boxers.

Once outside he inhaled deep to appreciate the fresh-ish air, "It's good to be back" He grinned, as he made his way to the bar

Lucky walked into the bar and smirked at Leon's comment, "What can i say? it's a scorching hot day." Lucky shrugged. He turned to look at some stranger in the bar, who was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans with a pair of hi-tops and a black baseball cap, "Heya pal!" Lucky said sitting on the mans lap, "Hand over ya digs." Lucky insisted taking off the black baseball cap and placing it backwards on his head. The man threw Lucky off his lap, stood up as if to try and put up a fight, but within a matter of seconds Lucky thrust his robotic arm through the strangers sternum, "Wrong answer boyo!" Lucky grinned as he peeled off the man from his arm.
"Whelp the shirt is no longer usable." Lucky paused for a moment the gasped in excitement, "Unless.." Lucky proceeded to throw the shirt on, "New fashion statement??" Lucky looked around to see unamused faces surrounding him. "You're right, too much red." He sighed taking off the once white shirt which now had a giant hole through it. Lucky threw on the navy blue jeans and the black and white hi-top sneakers and looked down at the now lifeless body, "Oy bartender!!! No more for this guy he's had enough!!" Lucky Cackled. Lucky turned and sat down in a chair near Leon, "Hey beautiful, did you miss me."