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    [Closed!}

    in Everfree Roleplays

    (Since I was asleep when all this happened, I'll just post Roac's reactions to everything that happened.)

    @,

    @@Dovashy,

    @@MisterRe,

     

    Roac attempts to catch the Syndicate mare as she falls to the ground, while who appeared to be the leader of the group (Sunset) returned fire. He slowly slid her to the ground, being as careful as he could around the mare's wound.

    Stepping away as her comrades worked to heal her wounds, he saw the leader suddenly collapse, his face screwed up with a pained expression. Just as Roac moved to attempt to help him up, two stallions, one looking extremely important, teleported in with a flash of light. They grabbed the two wounded ponies and teleported away.

     

    ~An extraction team? For them? Who did I just fight with?~

     

    The wingless griffon stood back, having got no recognition. He was just another grunt, completely invisible.

     

    And that was just how he was, in a way. He was so good at what he did, that he was able to remain unseen without even trying.

    It brought a tinge of regret and sadness to him, but also a small laugh as he disappeared into the darkness of the building.

    [Closed!]

    in Everfree Planning, OOC & Discussion

    9/11 hours from now...

     

    *poofs a calculator*

     

    Uh... Hmmm... For me, that is anywhere between 24:00 and 2:00. Why is half the forum population apparently in Norway??

    {Insert twin towers joke here} 

    ...

    I'm American. If I were someone else, you'd have about 5 seconds to live.

     

    ಠ_ಠ

     

    But, I am a nice person. Please don't make those kind of jokes again?

    One Piece: Yarrr Edition. OOC OF DOOOOOOOOOOM!

    in Everfree Planning, OOC & Discussion

    Back. Sorry everyone. I wish I didn't have to leave so abruptly ; ^ ;

     

    Well, I'm glad you're better now. I was pretty worried about you, tbh.

    *hug*

    So, can I get put in the posting order? I'm afraid that I'll be asleep while you guys are making most of your posts, but I'm back and ready to RP!

     

    Oh, but ignore me until you two/three get on the ship. I've got an idea for a nice introduction.

    • Brohoof 1

    [Closed!}

    in Everfree Roleplays

    @,

    @@Dovashy,

     

    As Roac made his way back home, to his Clocktower (which had stopped working, and is rumored by many to be haunted), he saw a large fight brewing. It seems that the Watch had a situation on its hooves.

     

    He recognized the attacking uniforms as the Lunar Syndicate-- he was not for or against their cause, but the master thief saw an opportunity when he saw one. He climbed into what looked like a control room with two other soldiers already inside, nailing an approaching guard in the eye as he drew his pistol.

     

    "That was close."

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    ((And, because I haven't fully described him;))

     

    Suddenly, a wingless griffon (my avatar) appears in the doorway, aiming a bow towards the other entrance. He's wearing a black, hooded leather outfit, which covers most of his body. He also has an eye patch covering his right eye, and a short cape.

    As the griffon shoots, you see that his target was a guard, who was about to ventilate Sunset's skull with a musket round. He turns to the two of you, speaking with a deep, cynical voice.

     

    "That was close."

    [Closed!}

    in Everfree Roleplays

    ~This city is dying. If I didn't know better, I'd feel sorry for these ponies. But I've learned that the only thing that we all have in common...

    Is that we all have skeletons in our closets.~

     

    One of the unwritten tenets of the late Thieves' Guild was that you never quit the job. And, as a matter of fact, this belief holds a grain of truth. Roac had once known an assassin, who once said, "As long as there are two ponies left alive in the world, one of them is gonna want the other guy dead."

     

    And that was true for a thief, or at least Roac thinks so. It was simple equine nature-- no matter what happens, a pony will always want what he can't have, especially if someone else else has exactly that.

    And that's where he came in.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Roac managed to snap himself out of his brooding just before he fell off the rooftops that he used to get around. ~Gotta be careful. If I fall, that's it. Game over.~

     

    Regaining his speed, the wingless griffon leaped across the alley, and on to the next building. His pupils shrunk and his eyes widened with horror as he felt the roof give way, sending him falling down into the townhouse. He managed to catch a part of the wall, slowing his fall to the point where he hit the ground unharmed.

     

    But he wasn't silent.

     

    As he struggled to regain his bearings, he heard a voice coming from a nearby hallway.

     

    "I hear something. I'm going to go check."

     

    Roac swooped behind an overturned table. As he peeked out from behind, he saw a stallion. He was covered in blood from several open bug bites, and his glassy, unfocused eyes stared off into space with a hopeful expression.

    "Hello? Is somepony there?.. Please, can you help us? I have a wife and a daughter... If you have a cure, or something that we can actually eat, it would mean the world to us..."

     

    Roac came out from behind the table. This stallion was sick, and blind, from the looks of it. No medicine could cure his condition.

    It was for this very reason that Roac started wearing longer sleeves, other than the fact that winter was approaching quickly. The wingless griffon pulled a burlap cowl over his beak, and then grabbed and drew his bow.

     

    And then he let the arrow fly.

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    Walking out of the townhouse with 3 less arrows, he thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't gotten infected. He wasn't quite sure if griffons were susceptible, but he didn't want to find out

     

    He didn't feel remorse for what he did. In his eyes, it was a necessary end to unnecessary pain. For those ponies, the night Roac Dustfeather fell through their roof was the most important night of their lives.

     

    For him, it was simply Saturday.

    [Closed!]

    in Everfree Planning, OOC & Discussion

    Oooo, a Dishonored-style role play! Sign me up!

     

    I'll play as Roac (link at my profile), a Lone Survivor. Although, don't hesitate to have him unwittingly work in favor of any of the available factions.

     

    Also, is it okay if I have him start off with all of his mentioned gear? I won't have him with a gun, unless he somehow gets his claws on a Royal Guard gun in a particularly dicey situation with the Weepers-- er, I mean Infected.

    Hunted

    in Everfree Roleplays

    @@Firehearted,

     

    "Urgent, as in it said that your life depended on coming here?"

    He exhales and flexes his claws.

    "I have a bad feeling about this. My advice; try and befriend the other 'guests' while you still can."

     

    After giving away that pearl of advice, he outstretches his claw to shake.

     

    "Roac Dustfeather. Pleased to meet you... Nice hat, by the way."

    Greetings from Mordor

    in Welcome Plaza

    · Edited by Roac

    OH MAH GAWD, IT'S KING SOMBRA!!

     

    Wait... Lord Sauron? Ohhhh, that guy... Wasn't he stealing jewelry from midgets, the last time I saw him?

     

    Anyhoo, welcome to the Forums! Don't mind me, I'm just one of the forum IDIOTS.

    • Brohoof 1
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