(Still think I have an idea on who you are. Don't ask why I like doing that, idk. It just stimulates my brain and provides a challenge to try and figure out the user behind the character.)
(usually keep it to myself though 
(( That's the best thing to do, is to keep it to yourself 
Some people are not confident enough to play non-anon, or are trying to test characters by using anon. ))
Some people are not confident enough to play non-anon, or are trying to test characters by using anon.
))
(non-anon. That sounds really weird 
I know what it means but it's funny to interpret it in different ways)
I know what it means but it's funny to interpret it in different ways)
Fumiko Zenin wrote:
Fumiko blinks, staring at her hand. "I swear I held back and didn't hit him that hard... plus he's covered in a metal suit. Very nicely made, I must add. Might have to take a look at the specs, one engineer to another."
"Sorry sugar, I don't swing that way." Theo had managed to recover from the physical trauma and was now sitting on a sofa with the helmet of his armour collapsed, showing off his worn but friendly face.
Funiko blinks, extremely confused. "I don't remember asking you out..... Besides you aren't might type. You look a bit too old."
Vikie smirks, looking at Funiko, "That young man looks old to you?"
She then nods respectfully at Theo and offers to buy him a drink.
She then nods respectfully at Theo and offers to buy him a drink.
Fumiko Zenin wrote:
Funiko blinks, extremely confused. "I don't remember asking you out..... Besides you aren't might type. You look a bit too old."
"I'm younger than I look. But again, I'm not interested in that kind of person, nor am I willing to let someone go poking through the schematics to my dad's armour. The last time that happened, it didn't end well." Theo explained. He politely declines the drink. "I don't drink anymore."
(lol, ya got me before I could edit my post. 
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"I'll get my hands on that sweet succulent armor of yours one day. The possibilities it could hold to revolutionize jujutsu sorcery, prosthetics, it make curse exorcism a cinch. And Papa's repaired body would be better than I could do with the little supplies and finding I have. I could make perfect versions of my cursed tools it's wonderful!!" She looks to be envisioning this and going into a state of pure bliss.
"Why not try asking if he'll make you a suit of armor?" Vickie asked, Fumiko.
He was in his Mark IV armor, but was asleep on the couch.
Vickie noticed the sleeping armored hero and put a blanket on him.
She tilts her head, wondering if Theo would make her a suit,.
Under his helmet, he was drooling whilst being in a good, deep sleep. For once, the happy-go-lucky Avenger was quiet and, praise God, not pestering Theo or pranking anyone. He was so out of it, he didn't know there was a blanket over him.
If they were Tex Avery cartoons, Andrew would be Screwy Squirrel and Theo would be Droopy. That's an inaccurate description of them, as they seemed more like the great comedy duos like Craig and Smokey, or John Candy and Steve Martin. The silly goofball and the straight man.
Theo didn't take any Sugar Honey Iced Tea, and Andrew liked to play around.
If they were Tex Avery cartoons, Andrew would be Screwy Squirrel and Theo would be Droopy. That's an inaccurate description of them, as they seemed more like the great comedy duos like Craig and Smokey, or John Candy and Steve Martin. The silly goofball and the straight man.
Theo didn't take any Sugar Honey Iced Tea, and Andrew liked to play around.
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
Montrier Arcaze wrote:
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
Montrier Arcaze wrote:
Montrier's eyes narrowed as she continued to ask him questions. He couldn't give everything away, so he had to find another lie to tell to keep his identity a secret - because, as mentioned, everyone believed that he was dead. He only narrowly escaped death, but he started his new life elsewhere all with the evil intent of taking over his kingdom even if it meant a slaughter. He cleared his throat a bit, looking forward instead of at Azumi.
"Personal reasons," he replied after a moment of thought. "I have something I need to get done. I need recruits to do so."
"Personal reasons," he replied after a moment of thought. "I have something I need to get done. I need recruits to do so."
"Recruits? It sounds like more than just some work. What type of work are you looking to get done?"
"That entirely depends on what you're capable of," Montrier narrowed his eyes, the rest of his face hidden from view. "There is opportunity for a great many of people, but I'm more interested in findng magic-users. They can do things that I simply can't."
"What type of magic?"
"So many questions," he said quietly in a partially annoyed tone of voice. "If I told you what type of magic I'm looking for, I'd be telling you everything that I'm keeping a secret for a reason. Let's just say I'm not from anywhere near this place and I need to find people to help me take down some 'big bad guy' as you might call it."
Montrier Arcaze wrote:
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
Montrier Arcaze wrote:
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
Montrier Arcaze wrote:
Montrier's eyes narrowed as she continued to ask him questions. He couldn't give everything away, so he had to find another lie to tell to keep his identity a secret - because, as mentioned, everyone believed that he was dead. He only narrowly escaped death, but he started his new life elsewhere all with the evil intent of taking over his kingdom even if it meant a slaughter. He cleared his throat a bit, looking forward instead of at Azumi.
"Personal reasons," he replied after a moment of thought. "I have something I need to get done. I need recruits to do so."
"Personal reasons," he replied after a moment of thought. "I have something I need to get done. I need recruits to do so."
"Recruits? It sounds like more than just some work. What type of work are you looking to get done?"
"That entirely depends on what you're capable of," Montrier narrowed his eyes, the rest of his face hidden from view. "There is opportunity for a great many of people, but I'm more interested in findng magic-users. They can do things that I simply can't."
"What type of magic?"
"So many questions," he said quietly in a partially annoyed tone of voice. "If I told you what type of magic I'm looking for, I'd be telling you everything that I'm keeping a secret for a reason. Let's just say I'm not from anywhere near this place and I need to find people to help me take down some 'big bad guy' as you might call it."
"Yeah, Sir, you're sabotaging yourself with that one. You won't find the people you need, nor will they seek you out with, A, that damn attitude, jeez you seem rude and uptight, what are you, a king? And 2, without saying what exactly you want. Say you want a fire user, but just say 'Magic' user, a lightning magic user is gonna show up. See what I mean?"
Montrier Arcaze wrote:
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
Montrier Arcaze wrote:
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
Montrier Arcaze wrote:
Montrier's eyes narrowed as she continued to ask him questions. He couldn't give everything away, so he had to find another lie to tell to keep his identity a secret - because, as mentioned, everyone believed that he was dead. He only narrowly escaped death, but he started his new life elsewhere all with the evil intent of taking over his kingdom even if it meant a slaughter. He cleared his throat a bit, looking forward instead of at Azumi.
"Personal reasons," he replied after a moment of thought. "I have something I need to get done. I need recruits to do so."
"Personal reasons," he replied after a moment of thought. "I have something I need to get done. I need recruits to do so."
"Recruits? It sounds like more than just some work. What type of work are you looking to get done?"
"That entirely depends on what you're capable of," Montrier narrowed his eyes, the rest of his face hidden from view. "There is opportunity for a great many of people, but I'm more interested in findng magic-users. They can do things that I simply can't."
"What type of magic?"
"So many questions," he said quietly in a partially annoyed tone of voice. "If I told you what type of magic I'm looking for, I'd be telling you everything that I'm keeping a secret for a reason. Let's just say I'm not from anywhere near this place and I need to find people to help me take down some 'big bad guy' as you might call it."
"Okay, you obviously don't know who I am, but if you're looking for help, maybe try being straightforward. A closed mouth can't get fed. That big guy over in the corner" he gestured to the 7'9" Drael. He's capable of punching planets out of orbit. That massive sword he has in his lap weighs as much as a neutron star. We are both members of Fate's Circle. Now if you'd try not being such an <a-word>hole, maybe.....just MAYBE we'd be sympathetic to your plight. I am also well versed in magic, swordfighting, and technopathy"
His voice was harsh and chastising.
Charlie sighs. "I already tried to tell him this, and that Fumiko girl just did as well. It's like his isn't listening. How sad."
"I won't help someone so rude towards one of my brothers. My answer is no, I refuse to help."
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