DarkDarsi

@ @@Suitaloo "YOU!" Vincent calls points towards the Lapris gijinka "Quiet" 'friendly voice, possible trigger. Phsycic type,blast a siren in there instead. Friend frist' "Actually, talk to him" he points to the patient. "And you, I like you, your like me, only I get paid to stay here. Oh, and if you can, and the allies voice doesn't, could you wake that one up?" 'Oooo, Vinnie. What. You bread should be ready! Hmm, It should be shouldn't it...' "He only needs to wake up, his injuries have been healed and his pancreas replaced with a tipans. Don't tell him that though, or Ribose. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a cancerous wheat experiment I need to check up on. Call me out when the injured arrive. Oh, and make yourself acquainted with the rooms Miss Nyx" He wanders into a small room at the back where he kept said experiment 'She's cute. And your thirty something. And too busy for a relationship. Oh no, I just thought she'd make a good ornament. She'll make a better assistant. Why do we keep that side around?​Because you love me and I'm an integral part of your phsyci​ really?Unfortunately so'

(DM please learn to tag, I didn't know we'd started ) Mick sat and looked stonicly at the screen, occasionally flicking through the 'channels' before settling back on the corridor to his side. Hearing a few buzzing noises he flicks through again, seeing one of the other guards painting and rushing away towards one of the other offices. 'Fool. Least they have the sense not to stay out' He clicks back to his hall but puts the screen down, stand up and walk to the window. The radio begins to chatter and he hears talk of movement from the mechines, as well as a request for check ins. 'Might as well, would want to scare them later' He goes to grab the walkie, only to knock it on the floor and scatering its batteries. "Oh bloody hell. I'm too old for this" Grumbling some more he gets down on his knees to try and rescue a battery from under the desk. After a failed attempt or so, he realises his position, swiftly hoping up despite the ache in his back he glaces at the monitor screen in time to see movmemt. He rushes to the door and closes it, knowing he only has a few minutes he drops back down and makes haste recovering the batteries. "Got em" (I am sick of say the word batteries now. Well done brain, well done)

'Darn over-egotistic bloody mews... would never make mistakes on purpose. 4 and a half years of med school I will not... But Vinnie, Specimens. SHUT UP ME!' Carrying the gijinka inside he places him down on metal bench near a small fridge. "Well, now, lets see whats wrong with you shall we?" He begins his examination. "High exhaustion, slight shrapnel penetration..."

Vincent gasped and rushed to the door, his last specimen had lasted long and he was bored. "Malade? AHHHH! Tres BON!" He calls as he exits his little mountain nook, seeing his current boss floating a body over, his grin falters slightly, "A Charlizard? psh, fire types, can never keep 'em alight. Pass it here" his accent changes with the new sentence, Retching out and gesturing for Ribose to reslease his new specimen. Actually... "Also, Patient or Specimen?

How about something a bit more simple. Gilda being Archer's (Scootablu) rather protective (note rather, not over) bodyguard/guardian/mother/sister/lover/heir-to-the-newly-vacant-empire-kingdom-thing/whatever. With Changlings. Civilized non-takeyover-canterlot Changelings. *Looks up at date of last post* Imma click post anyway, can only be told no.

As your kinda open again, do you mind adding one more to the list? Name: Resilience Age: (meh-uh-uo, should probably think one up, he's grown up though) Small Bio : Having grown up in a household with parents of two different styles, a mother in the guard and a father who works with crystals, Res is just as likely to run from you as he is to knock you out through either brute force or delicate nerve pushing. Cutie Mark How: Falling out of a tree onto a table of glass/crystal wear. Talent: Gem/crystalline smithing Detail of What you want or looking for: a crystal tree, bare of leaves with simple branches, no pattern if possible (as in if you use a symmetrical vector or reference or whatever, I wont mind). A nice light colour, but not yellow or white. Hope I'm not intruding or inconveniencing you with this.

Story concepter? Hmm. I like the sound of that. What is it?

Mundy stood outside the busy shopping center waiting for... someone... he couldn't remember, as happened a lot since his misplacement on earth. "Alright, I'll give it another hour, if, umm, they, don't show, I'll head off" ((Sorry for the lateness of the post, I was kinda distracted... a lot...))