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Excel is just being simplistic. I think we're expected to get down and dirty in the criminal underworld, and definitely get our hands dirty with the grunge factor.

Hm. Interesting. Maybe it's just Xen, but if her went up against her, the worse he would do is beat the everloving shit out of her. He would never kill her, she does too much good, which Xen is incapable of doing. In his eyes, she truely is a good person. Xen could never kill someone like her. Does that make sense?

Wow... we're all on Xiu's blacklist.... I think we're all going to have to face Officer Psycho Bitch sooner or later. Xen honestly would respect her for wanting to make the streets a better place. I want to know, however, if he's alone in that respect.

As for Excel's character, I know her in real life, so she discussed it with me beforehand, because I made that conclusion as well. My brain: WTF? Excel: MUAHAHAHAHAHA! But, she had wanted it to be like an element of her character's past. She is a bouncy bimbo, after all. Excel is really busy with school exams until the end of the week, so her brain is kind of frazzled. Her character will improve, I promise. Note: The swimsuit model part has been edited out. I checked lol

Interesting post, Drizzt. I like it.

To be honest, I still am. I'll get one more lady to sign up. She'll rock your socks.

Incorporate that into her description, please. that's all i ask.

Or we can have sex and make everything all better lol Trust me.... Xen doesn't bite hard lol

No, I'm not trying to sandbag anyone. I just like the aspect of an uncontrolable man-whore who kills someone as soon as asks them the time of day. Xen's personality is quite different than your character's, Xen isn't capable of 'switching' roles in the bedroom. That, and he's just outright insane lol

Very good chibi. And drizzt and knuckles, you two are more than welcome to sign up. Let's see who else want's to play... and by the way chibi, how much does Syria weigh?

That's cool by me. And we're all 'good' so to speak. Well, as I stated, we're too good for hell and too bad for heaven. I might as well make mine to make an example. Name: Rayne Age: 705 Race: Angel Human Appearence: Rayne is slight of frame and short of stature, weighing in at only 90 lbs naked soaking wet and being only 5'0" tall. His skin is pale white and flawless. His hair is a shortly cropped dark red, shaved on the underside in a sort of bowl cut, though cut at a slant, being longer in the front than in the back. His eyes are a pretty hazel color, and seemingly filled with a sorrow and a kindness at the same time. When angered, regardless of if he shows it or not, his eyes change to a red color. He wears a simple black leather jacket with a A-shirt underneath. His leggings consist of black leather pants and a pair of leather combat boots. He has a dollar coin sized cross earring in his left ear, made from pure silver with a four karat diamond in the center. Around his neck he wears a leather studded dog collar. On top of his head he usually sports a pair of wrap around shades. Second Form Appearence: Rayne gains no increase in height or weight, nor a change in skin tone. His eyes change color, becoming red in hue. His red hair grows down to his ankles and becomes black in color. Enormous black feathered wings sprout from his back as well. Personality: Subdued though always warm and smiling when not working, Rayne is by far a normally kind soul. He'd give the clothing off of his own back to help someone, though he's no fool either. Many claim he has the mercy of the Holy Mother, and the Grim Reaper's heart of stone. However, this changes quickly when he and his group find a target to destroy. His demeanor hardens, and he no longer remembers the meaning of the word 'compassion' in this state, as usually his targets deserve none. He's vicious and cold, with a quiet anger burning in his eyes. Weapons: Rayne weilds a massive magnum handgun, immbued with the ability to bless its ammunition with the power to harm celestial or abyssal beings. Rayne jokingly calls it 'The Gospel." Powers: Rayne is immune to the elements, and can absorb them when used as weapons against him to deal devastating counter attacks. He also has the uncanny ability to heal others, whether they be human or otherwise. History: Rayne was once human, so many years ago. However, even then, he had had his unique ability to heal, and no mortal understood it. He was revered as a healer, and welcomed in every villiage. But, like any mortal unsulllied by war and famine, he sought only to make the world a better place. He was blessed with the ability to see goodness where others could not, and lit the way for them to follow. He was a powerful enemy to those who weilded powers beyond that of humans, and weilded his abilities to protect them, and those lost within the darkness he would aide to lead them to salvation. But, someone like Rayne was also a prime target for demons, and soon enough they attacked him while he was staying at a villiage. On his capture, he vowed to be allowed taken if the demons would spare the villiagers, and they agreed. But, they broke their promise, forcing him to watch as they slaughtered all of the women and children first, then the men, and then torture him. They laughed and screamed as they tore apart his flesh with the shredded remains of the villliagers, though grew angry when he refused to cry out. Rayne had already been sullied from his purity, and in his final hours, he stood bravely, goading them and laughing in their faces because he wouldn't utter the scream they so longed to hear. Finally, they just killed him outright, to lie along side the villagers trapped in the mortal realm. However, this was not to be the case for Rayne, as a force of otherworldly mercenaries came into the villiage, freeing them all. However, Rayne would not be roused from his anger and drive, and he was allowed to stay on Earth. Rayne fought from then on against those whom had killed him, taking them out one by one, his lust for vengeance sated with each he killed. Then the time came and he delivered the final blow to the demon who had struck him down, uttering loudly how fun it was to do the same to the demon as what had been done to him. The screams of the demon were the sweetest sounds Rayne had ever heard. His vengeance sated, Rayne departed into the afterlife, becoming an angel who fought against the hoardes of demons. However with the passing centuries he grew tired of taking orders, and not helping those who truely needed it, as the war between heaven and hell often spilled into the Mortal realm, and countless innocent humans would be injured or worse. Then, came the final straw when Rayne was ordered to killl several demons whom Rayne had witnessed trying to protect the humans from the battle. Rayne then turned on his superiors, and then revealing he would do no harm to those who would fight for the one reason that any battle should be fought; to protect something. Forcing his superiors back, Rayne and the demons fled, with the humans in tow. Later, they erased the human's memories of what had occured, though Rayne and the demons leaving to join up with other angels who had decided to follow the same path as Rayne. Now, Rayne has a purpose, and he beleives what he does is right. However, the centuries of fighting are often tiresome, the battle neverending. But, as such, Rayne will fight one, knowing he fights for the protection of the future...

Name: Black Claw Birth Name: Fei Xen Age: 19 Zodiac Sign: Fire Tiger Affiliations/Notable Relationships: Sisterhood of the Serpent. He is one of the few Exotics they possess, and paired with his various skills he's a treasure they soon won't part with, even with his personality quirks. Social Status/Occupation: Performer, prostitute, spy, information broker, assassin. For the most part, he is the beast they unleash when they want something handled, and handled in a messy manner. Personality: Xen exudes pure emotional intensity and is always on the hunt for a new and exciting love conquest. Beware of if he sets his sights on you, he has explosives. Watch out boys he'll chew you up and spit you out. Fighting off an approach from Xen is like trying to protect your privacy against the patriot act, resistance is futile. You can try to resist his unique style of in-your-face charm and you may even succeed, but you will be kicking your own ass later for not hopping on the Vespa. ...he's a man eater. If you do find yourself spending a night with Xen you should expect on remembering about half of the experience. It will go so fast and end so quick you will be lucky to make it into his email list. In spite of the meticulously honed aggression and confidence Xen portrays, he can also be very vulnerable. So what is the Xen kryptonite? Innocence and submission. Xen believes in the Drew Barrymore of Adam Sandler movies. If you can convince Xen that you are pure of heart and soul you just might be able to get a copy of the AmEx. Xen usually carries a fantasy checklist in his wallet and is usually just waiting for the oppurtunity to cross another one off. Xen won't mess around when he wants to get it on. You will know. You also won't likely get much say in how it will be going down. Xen will take control and you will be forced to give in or call the cops. Good luck with that. What to expect on a date with Xen: - Mass quantities of Red Bull or speed. - Drum and Bass or Jungle. - Clubs and bars followed by a bar and a club. Hey DJ. - Non-stop seduction. That never stops. - Lots of awkward introductions with old "friends". - Lots of great introductions to potentially new friends. - Not spending a nickel, unless you get a defective one. - Possibility of 3 or 4 ways. - Sex in any location that you replied you haven't had it. - A "Need for Speed" inspired ride home. Biography/Motivation: Xen's past is a complete mystery to all but the oldest and highest ranking members of the Sisterhood. However, to those whom Xen is closest to, he will confide in them completely. As a young child, his mother belonged to the Sisterhood, and she slipped out of the major loops, sitting back as a means to guide the Sisterhood in a leadership position. However, the father was a high ranking police officer, and when he found out he had a child, he took many of his closest allies trusted men to a safe house belonging to Xen's mother. He wanted her and Xen dead. For what reason, no one ever knew. Xen's mother was killed in the ensuing gun fight, as well as all but the dirty cop who killed her. Xen was only five at the time. Xen was immediately brought into the ranks and folds of the Sisterhood, he having seen the darkest of mankind. However, he proved remarkably talented, and some questioned if his mother hadn't already been teaching him the ways of the warrior and the ways of powerful magics. Xen, in but a few years, managed to bypass security in the police station, he holding a small teddy bear, his clothing ripped and dirty. The police officer, it was said, was a pedophile and liked little boys. Xen was the perfect age then, and an inviting target. The cop soon learned the ultimate price for corruption as Xen slit his throat. Since, Xen has been uncontrollable, unpredictable, andfar more wild than the Sisterhood could possibly imagine. He serves as their leading weapon against anyone who even thinks of crossing them, for death at the hands of Xen is a more frightening thought than any other assassin. The sisterhood usually allows him to do as he pleases, out of fear of retribution if they don't. Many others within the ranks of the Sisterhood fear him, having heard of his willing attittude to slaughter anyone who betrays the Sisterhood. His alleigence seems true, and he has always turned a kind face to the children brought into the fold. Often, he occupies his time overseeing them, making sure they are well taken care of. Appearence: [IMG]http://i680.photobucket.com/albums/vv167/K_a_y_i_t_a/Asian%20Boys/img234.jpg[/IMG]

OTAKUBOARDS SCREEN NAME: INUYASHA FANDOM REAL NAME: KRISTOPHER REYNOLDS AGE: 23 GENDER: MALE CHARACTER RACE: WERE-TIGER CHARACTER FIGHTING TYPE: MAGE CHARACTER WEAPONS: STAFF OF HEALING, STAFF OF ICE, RUNE STAFF PERSONALITY: ALWAYS READY FOR A FIGHT AND ALWAYS WILLING TO HELP OTHERS THEME SONG: It's my life by Bon Jovi ELEMENT: ICE CHARACTER STATS: Attack:2 Special Attack: 10 Defense:4 Special Defense: 10 Speed: 5 Hit Point Rating: 5 Accuracy: 3 Evasion: 8

"Die!" screamed the demon, he all the while disguised as a human priest. A blazing roar of sheer undiluted power came roaring at a lone boy, incinerating all that got in its way. The boy merely stared down the fire, unafraid. The fire within mere seconds was upon him, surrounding him. The demon in human form laughed, his howling guffaw rattling the windows of the church. "How foolish to underestimate your opponents..." Said the boy, the flames parting, revealing his black wings, they spreading majestically, the flames going out in response to he beginning to use his true power. The demon's eyes glowed red in the dim light, though his expression of terror was plain as day. The boy's hair changed color, the deep reds shifting to black, and growing down to his ankles. The boy's own eyes changed color as well, from a pretty hazel to a deep red. "A Fallen Angel..." the false preist breathed, before composing himself. "You make me wretch! You presume to be different than me? One who has been cast from the heavens?" The boy raised a gloved hand, looking into it. "I am different. I still fight against evil creatures like you who perverse this world..." A glimmer appeared in the boy's eyes, and wispy, white figures appeared from under the floorboards of the ancient church, and the demon stepped back, disbeleiving what he was seeing. The demons's past victims were now rising, having been found at last, and were most vengeful to the one who had killed them, ripping them apart. They were free to go now, though they had one last desire before departing to the afterlife. "I think I'll let them seal your fate... And I'm afraid they hold no mercy for you..." Turning, the boy could hear the screams of the demon as he wreathed in pain from his victims doing the same to him as he had done to them. With a final roar, the demon burned away from the inside out, and drifted away as dust. Walking away between the pews, he could see peices of the church falling, starting as a trickle of dust and plaster, and then whole beams and windows breaking apart. By the time he reached the large doors leading into this perversed sanctuary, they had fallen from their hinges and the sunlight was shining on the dusty wooden remains of the church flooring, the stone mortared walls having fallen away to the condition it had been in before the demon had claimed this place as it's own. His work was done here, though he didn't feel a sense of being liberated, nor a sense of being blessed. There was more to do, as was his task here in the human realm. He and his allies were different than their bretheren, On stepping outside, three more people greeted him, their own angelic appearences disguised as that of humans. The boy's black wings seemed to let off a dark energy, before they floated away as individual feathers. Their expressions were the same as his, they knew there were many other souls trapped like these had been, and needing to be found and released. Hoping on a motorcycle behind one of the others, they sped off, followed closely behind them were the other two angels. And yet, the man before him wasn't an angel at all, though still serving the same purpose as the boy, a demon who knew the same calling and duties. The line between heaven and hell blurred even more, ever more. --------------------------- In this tale, not every hero is pure. Not every angel is good, and not every demon is evil. Both exist on both sides of the war between these two great powers, while it seems their leaders turn blind eyes to the feuding between their charges. Demonis and divine... where's the difference? We are those in the middle, destroying those who make the humans suffer, whether they be angelic or demonic in origin. We are the protectors of the humans. We are angels, and we are demons, wings sullied by what must be done. Our appearences as humans differ just as much as our other forms, our true forms and where we come from, though we are united in our cause. Also, in either form we are in, we have far more superior strength, agility, and speed than humans. Your muscles might be bulky enough to squash televisions, though there might be someone who hurls tanks around like toys. Will you join me in the hunt? Okay, here's the sign up sheet. Feel free to be as creative as you want, though I want a lot of details. Remember though, that even our second forms are humanoid, and our facial features and muscle structure don't differ that much between the two. All of us also have the ability to partially transform from human to our other forms. Name: Age: Race: (angel or demon) Human Appearence: Second Form Appearence: Personality: (self explanitory) Weapons: (be reasonable, please?) Powers: (what kind of abilities do you have that aren't exactly normal? Do you weild the powers of fire? Or do you control the air?) History: (be creative. Were you human once? Or were you born the creature you are? What have you done in your life until now?) Let's get this party started!

very good.... both of you. now, let's see who else wants to play. Excel and I are co running this, as we both play in the same dnd game. we've both been so busy lately it's been ridiculous. And yes, this is based on 3.5, as we at my game don't like 4

Julian watched what was going now, he felt useless. He didn't know anything about injuries, and no one was telling what to do. He walked back outside, into the biting cold. He felt more alive now, and was saddened more than anything. Rose came up to him, her dress fluttering around her in the wind. "Julian?" "So many people... and so many deaths. Kilo's fighting for his life now, and.... I can't do anything to help him." Rose looked down. "I do not feel adequate either. I.... I beleive our time will come." "Really? I'm not so sure. I just... I don't know." Rose sighed. "Please, put your mind at ease. We can't afford to have your mind wandering...." "Yeah. Sorry. Let's go see if we can cook something for everyone..."

Christophe closed his eyes. "Because I have enough to deal with already." Christophe sighed, placing her hand on her forehead. There was something going on with her he didn't quite understand, she was changing, into something he didn't know what. Her scent told him she was already dead, but here she was, fighting for her life. Christophe spoke once more. "Therese, there is much I need to find out. Watch over her. If she asks for me, come get me." Christophe stood up, and proceeded out the door way, shooting one last look inside the room. He then walked down the hall, peeking in on his guest, still snoozing, his buttocks exposed, a smile on his face. Indeed, he'd had quite a time. Christophe moved to the dining area, and proceeded to fill a bucket with soap and water, then moving to clean up the blood in the bar area. He saw that the revanent had returned, and the snake woman had returned from her room. The woman peered at Christophe, and she smiled. "Doing the clean up in your underwear? You act like this is your home." "It is. And it's home to those who need it." Christophe began to scrub, his huge dress shirt billowing out in front of him, his red boxer breifs showing underneathe, showing off his faintly muscular legs. His slight figure was belying his more apt ferocious side. The revanent stared at him, and Christophe knew the revanent wanted to ask him something. "Spill it, Rain. What's on your mind?" Rain peered at him, his look of disgust ever so apparent. "Albert Sims." "Ah, the man who killed you. Well, to my knowledge he's rather occupied in his own dealings. With what, or who, I haven't found out yet. The truck stop you were killed at, it wasn't his only blood bath. The girl who's recooperating down stairs... she was turned by him, and more than likely attacked by him as well. His scent is on her..." The revanent made a move to get up, but Christophe was on him in a second, blocking his way. "Move, parasite." Christophe raised his hand,pointing. His eyes glowing like embers. "You so much as think of questioning her right now, and I myself will finish what Albert started. Now, you can listen to what I have to say." The revanent sat back down, his hatred bursting forth. "What?" "Albert is somewhere on the eastern coast, I have people working on finding him. I myself have been hunting him for some time. His random sprees of slaughter are not something I will allow. Patience, I will find him and bring him to you personally. I had intended on merely finding him and handling it, but since you came into the picture, I thought I'd allow you to kill him yourself. Truely, in the conditions Ilta is in right now, she won't be able to tell you anything. However, I will find out what she knows, and then tell you when she is feeling better. Understand?" "Fine..." he replied. Christophe sighed. "I'm going on a trip as soon as Ilta wakes. When she tells me where he is, then I'll know where to go. I plan on having the strongest creatures of the night accompany me, if they so wish." The snake woman spoke up. "I'm not opposed to going. It would be nice to accompany you." Christophe shrugged. "Suit yourself. I need to cfinish cleaning this up and get some rest before tonight. You two should do the same."

I don't think Excel meant an actual real name.....just your name in 'the real world' And I can see where she's going with this.... this is a dot hack rp, isn't it?

Julian smirked. "We can take these things down, we just got to use our heads." The Scrap that had taken off after Rose was still no where to be seen, but there were several more, and they were beginning to group together. Julian peered around, looking for anything and everything he could use. The crates Maya had hidden behind... Maybe? He looked at the camera eyes of the scraps. There was the one focused on him, and then another was approaching Duo. Perhaps thse two could be used against one another? If they could at least divide the scraps up, they had a better chance. It was an idea, and a long shot at best. These things knew how to kill, but not much else. They were rather like sharks or wolves, from what he had read. "Circle around the building! Meet me on the other side!" Julian ducked, and ran the opposite way, having no fears as Maya and Archie were no longer in the building. Jullian's feet pounded along the concrete, his knife in hia hand at his side. His eyes caught sight of the crates May had hidden behind, and how they were only held up by the tarp that had been pinned over them They were leaning, and Julian saw it as his way to at least slow the one on his tail down. He ducked down, his knife cutting through the old ropes like a hot knife through butter. The pile of crates leaned over more, and Julian took a flying leap, the crates toppling over onto the scrap Julian raced ahead, hoping Duo had done what he had asked. The scrap ripped it's way out of the pile of broken crates, Julian turning on his heels to see it. The camera eye was still intact, however there was now peice of metal gleaming in it, jutting froma chink in the armor. Julian thanked his lucky stars, it wasn't as agile or mobile now. However, it was still just as deadly. Julian spun around again, taking off to the side of the building where he just prayed Duo would show up....

Julian had dodged when a monsterous scrap had fallen where he'd been sitting, rolling out of the way. He stared into what very well could have been the jaws of his own demise. "HELP!" Maya screamed. Julian didn't waste a second. He knew very well he didn't have the stength to fight these things, he wasn't a scrap. It advanced on him, and Julian was reminded of the incident a few years ago, which had given him his scar. The scrap charged, and Jullian saw his chance to move. He ducked, and the scrap went rumbling over him, slamming into the wall of the building and shaking what was left of it. Julian ran to Maya, as the massive monster raised one of its limbs to end her fragile little life. Julian jumped, sailing through the air and snagging her away, the monster smashing where she had just been standing. The two of them rolled, before coming to a stop, The two of them scrambling to get away. "Maya! Hide!" "Where? There's no where to go!" Julian's mind raced, his eyes scanning the remaains of the warehouse. "Over there! Behind those crates!" Maya ran as fast as she could to hide, Julian turning his attention to the two scraps advancing on him. He had no idea what to do, he had no available weapons on him, other than a hunting knife in his boot. Withdrawing it, he held it ready. An idea came to him. "You can't fight if you can't see..." A smile spread across his face. Looking around, he saw a small two by four lying behid the advancing scraps. Perfect for jamming the gears of a blind scrap. "Let's play..."

Julian waited patiently with Rose, not sure what to do at the moment. His hand nervously clenching his parka. "Rose, what do you think we shoulde do?" She hung her head. "I.... Don't know. I wasn't built to handle situations like this... I fear I may be useless." "Don't be so hard on yourself. You have your uses, they just aren't for combat." Rose remained silent. Julian sighed, lying back down, and staring out of the skylight of the building. "Julian?" Rose's voice sounded almost sad. "Hmmn?" "If those things were nothing to be concerned about, then why is everyone so tense?" "Eh... paranoia. It's a human thing, Rose." "I see. Fine then. I'll be more than happy to remain silent as so people can sleep." Jullian sighed. He needed to get a few hours of sleep as well, dawn was only a few hours away now...

Christophe sighed, and yawned. The reaper was gloomily sulking in a corner of the room now, and most of the patrons had left for the evening. He looked to the few who were left, and he held up his hand. "Attention! For those of you who live here, you may stay. However, tonight has come to an end. I thank those of you who came tonight, and beg your pardon of tonight's events. My apologies for losing my temper. But, I bid you all a good day." Those who didn't live beneathe the Lair began to leave, and the Reaper looked as if he was confused, like he wasn't sure if he should stay or go. So, Christophe walked over to him, and smiled, non-chalant. "If you wish to stay for the day, then I can have a room prepared for you. Sorry about earlier, I just simply can not have such things occur within this establishment. If you wish to question my patrons, then do so, but I'll ask that you not kill any more, at least while inside here." "Fine. And thank you for the room..." Christophe guestured to one of his personaly subordinates, Angela. She walked over, and bowed her head. "Yes?" "Please take Raven here down to the third basment. I beleive he'll find ample comfort in one of the rooms there." Angela nodded, and turned to the Reaper. "Please, this way." The two left, heading away from the main area. He turned to the snake woman, and smiled. "Would you like to stay the night as well?" "Please, Christophe. Thank you." Christophe guestured over to another vampire, this one a male. "Please take this lovely lady down to a room." "Yes, sir." Christophe yawned, and smiled at all of the rest of the people milling around. "Now, As for the rest of you, I'm going to sleep. See you come dusk."

Christophe emerged from the back area a short while later, observing the Lair. He could see that there had been several incidents, people were steering clear of the Reaper. A snake woman had manifested, and was currently devouring a dead vampire. Christophe guestured to two vampires, and they came over to him, fawning and swooning at him. "Shut it, both of you. I don't care for your false flattery. If anything, it insults my intelligence. Now, Do me a favor, the humans kind of noticed what's going on. Alter their memories. Make them forget what's happened tonight. Your powers should be ample enough." The two vampired did as told, looking mildly hurt that Christophe had scorned them so. the humans each passed out, and then Christophe started barking orders. "You! Call a cab for the humans. Pay the cabbie a hundred and tell him to keep the change. Thankfully, they didn't go screaming out the door, thanks to the alcohol. And you, Make sure they get there. Keep in mind, if anyone feeds on them, I'll be handling it myself, and I honestly don't think any of you really want to try my patience right now." The reaper sneered. "What's the matter, your date didn't hold out too long?" Christophe stormed over, and grasped him by the throat. As the Reaper's face began to change, Christophe slapped him across the face with enough force to remove a human's head from it's torso. However, he had held back enough force to not kill the reaper, though it had indeed sent him for a loop. "I won't tolerate such insolent behavior! Killing any one or any thing is forbidden here! If you can't abide by that solitary rule, then you can leave, and feel free to bring anything you feel nessessary against me." Chrtistophe threw him across the room, and snarled angrily, his face twisted into something completely unreconizable from his usual cheerful smile. Granted, it wasn;t some bone ridden countanence, it still looked human enough, though his eyes glowed with a ferocity that people seldom saw. He turned around the room, eyeing everyone else, and the n turned his attention to the snake woman, who was hurridly finishing her meal. "Madam, I suggest that if you ever wish to return, you do in a human form. I do not allow creatures in here who do not have such a form as to appear human, at least at a minimum. This includes legs." She hissed her words. "That's discrimination..." "That's how it works here. If you don't like it, then leave." Christophe snarled. "This place is a known to humans. Such reckless showing of your hybrid form will not be tollerated, as it might arouse suspicion and hunters might be dispatched to handle such occurences, if normal humans whisper of the oddities that appear here. As such, I will not aide those who break my rule, only those who have abided by it. It you wish to return to this place, then do so with legs." OOC: Alright, sorry to the characters who got thrashed, whether verbally or physically. But, It is how my character would react himself. This is why there's never any trouble at the Lair lol

Julian smirked. "We know that, but some scraps were intelligent enough to protect themselves." Julian tapped his head. "I Have a lot of history in here, remember? I suggest that we not take it too lightly. I understand Grettel is quite advanced, but even still, I don't trust such light circumstances." Julian turned around, lifting up his coat and shirt to reveal a long jagged scar running down the lenth of his left side. "Archie, you'd remember the incident that gave me this." Archie shrugged. "But those were scraps in an underground facility, right?" Julian conceded, and then grew silent. Yhere was a possibility he was being over cautious. "Sorry, Maybe I'm just as cold as the winter winds that blow around this ... campsite..."

My question now is when is everyone going to start coming together?