The Valiants (Rated 12) - RPG Thread

[Tigerhawk21]

Crimson heard everything that was happening around him, but chose to focus his attention on Noir. Lionman's shout to duck though, forcibly switched Crimsons focus for an instant.

Going with his instinct, Crimson suddenly shoved Noir backwards, sending him to the ground, just missing the tumbling body. Not a second later Crimson ducked to the floor, dragging the stranger with him. The thug hit the wall with a loud thud.

Standing up, Crimson walked over to the dazed Noir. Something like a smile appeared on his furred face for an instant. Shifting so he could see both Noir and the stranger, Crimson quietly asked the unknown man

"You... who are you?"

 

[Henshiner]

Kyle gave the smiling furry a smile of his own and tipped his imaginary hat.

"Name's Kyle Marks. Nice to meet you!" Kyle then turned to the fallen Noir, shaking his index finger.

"As for you, you're in no position to lie to me. I think you DO know something about me, and I suggest you start talking. You know how violent us Germericans can be." Kyle then gave him an eiree sneer, his eyes boring a hole into him.

 

[Scotty Rave]

“I got two words for you, boy,†Noir put up a fight despite the obvious fact – he was scared shitless. He was about to say something very rude, when another of the thugs was thrown to the wall and slumped to the floor, dead, bits of glass from a display case on the wall jutting out of his skull. Flesh had been peeled back and blood waterfalled down the length of his corpse. Lionman was back on his feet. He grabbed Noir by the collar and lifted him up, slamming his back into the wall. He watched the mobster slide down, and then offered his hand. Before Noir could react, Lionman grabbed his wrist and wrapped his other hand around his little finger.
“I’m sick of this game,†he said, “you filthy child-molesting, boozing, overweight, whoremongering sack of ****. WHERE IS STAVROS DIODORUS?!â€
Noir whimpered.
“Not answering?†Lionman asked wickedly, and snapped the finger, then grabbed his index one. Noir screamed.
“I’ll ask again. Where. Is. Stavros. Diodorus?â€
“Help me, Kyle!†Noir whined, trying to throw them off the scent. If he could get the heroes and Marks to fight, he could make good his escape.
“Help me!†the little mobster squealed again. â€Come on, help a mate out!â€

 

[Demetrivamp]

( OOC: I have been busy with my game I will post real soon.)

 

[MagiPink]

To prevent others from interfering, White Dream inched backwards to shut the door quietly. There was no need to involve more lives, rather innocent or not.

The smell of death started to fill the room immediately, so did the spirits that sought redemption from those who had claim their own lives. White Dream raised the long sleeve of the kimono shirt to cover her nose and mouth. The corspe of the thug sprawled upon the floor, was immediately covered by the vengeful spirits.

White Dream did not need to view what would happen next to the thug's spirit, and turn her attention back onto the situation at hand. "If you value your life and spirit, Kyle!" The raven-haired woman yelled, "Then you will turn around and walk away." lowering the sleeve down.

 

[Henshiner]

“I got two words for you, boy,†Noir put up a fight despite the obvious fact – he was scared shitless. He was about to say something very rude, when another of the thugs was thrown to the wall and slumped to the floor, dead, bits of glass from a display case on the wall jutting out of his skull. Flesh had been peeled back and blood waterfalled down the length of his corpse. Lionman was back on his feet. He grabbed Noir by the collar and lifted him up, slamming his back into the wall. He watched the mobster slide down, and then offered his hand. Before Noir could react, Lionman grabbed his wrist and wrapped his other hand around his little finger.
“I’m sick of this game,†he said, “you filthy child-molesting, boozing, overweight, whoremongering sack of ****. WHERE IS STAVROS DIODORUS?!â€
Noir whimpered.
“Not answering?†Lionman asked wickedly, and snapped the finger, then grabbed his index one. Noir screamed.
“I’ll ask again. Where. Is. Stavros. Diodorus?â€
“Help me, Kyle!†Noir whined, trying to throw them off the scent. If he could get the heroes and Marks to fight, he could make good his escape.
“Help me!†the little mobster squealed again. “Come on, help a mate out!â€

Kyle mockingly put his fingers to his chin and stroked it. A little smirk creeped across his face.

"I don't think so, mate. So far, you've been VERY uncooperative with me and I'm beginning to think of feeding you to 'ol Lion breath here," said Kyle, pointing to Lionman. "But, if you tell me what I KNOW you know, starting with any information on a couple named Julie and Roger Marks, I might just see if I can talk this guy down."

To prevent others from interfering, White Dream inched backwards to shut the door quietly. There was no need to involve more lives, rather innocent or not.

The smell of death started to fill the room immediately, so did the spirits that sought redemption from those who had claim their own lives. White Dream raised the long sleeve of the kimono shirt to cover her nose and mouth. The corspe of the thug sprawled upon the floor, was immediately covered by the vengeful spirits.

White Dream did not need to view what would happen next to the thug's spirit, and turn her attention back onto the situation at hand. "If you value your life and spirit, Kyle!" The raven-haired woman yelled, "Then you will turn around and walk away." lowering the sleeve down.

Kyle turned around from the situation and gave the alluring White Dream a reassuring smile, his face giving off a warm glow.

"Don't worry, White Dream. I know what I'm doing... kind of."

 

[Tigerhawk21]

Crimson nodded silently at the young mans introuduction. Sensing Lionman behind him, Crimson moved out of his way. His nose told him Noir was absolutely terrified.

As Noir begged Kyle to help him, Crimson knew from experience that he was trying to get the group to fight the young man and flee in the ensuing chaos.

Glancing at White Dream, Crimson saw her close the door. Nodding appreciatively he continued to watch Noir. Crimson often found himself acting like a silent enforcer and truthfully didn't mind the role. To him it was much better than the alternative.

Still silent Crimson became curious as to what Kyle Marks wanted from Noir.

"Kyle Marks... Julie and Roger Marks... are they... his parents?" Crimson wondered glancing at Kyle once more

 

[MagiPink]

"There's a fine line between knowing whether you know what you're doing, or not. And right now...." White Dream shook her head and uttered few selected profanities that she would not in the English language.
Looking past him, White Dream caught a glimpse of the vengeful spirits tearing the thug's spirit into shreds, but from their lifeless eyes, she knew they wanted more. Looking at Klye Marks once more, did not return the smile, but rather charged at him without hesitation.
Clutching onto the front of his outfit, White Dream grabbed Klye's left arm and twisted it behind him. "Talk Lionman down?! How dare you?! THIS IS A PRIVATE AFFAIR AND YOU'RE NOT PART OF IT!" Her gentle voice suddenly drop down to one, whom has now been angered.

 

[Henshiner]

"There's a fine line between knowing whether you know what you're doing, or not. And right now...." White Dream shook her head and uttered few selected profanities that she would not in the English language.
Looking past him, White Dream caught a glimpse of the vengeful spirits tearing the thug's spirit into shreds, but from their lifeless eyes, she knew they wanted more. Looking at Klye Marks once more, did not return the smile, but rather charged at him without hesitation.
Clutching onto the front of his outfit, White Dream grabbed Klye's left arm and twisted it behind him. "Talk Lionman down?! How dare you?! THIS IS A PRIVATE AFFAIR AND YOU'RE NOT PART OF IT!" Her gentle voice suddenly drop down to one, whom has now been angered.

Kyle did not expect to be held in an arm-lock by a Japanese girl when he came to the UK. On the upside, she was hot, so it wasn't all bad. Still, he needed info from this guy, and hot girl or not, he had to get it. A flash of memories appeared in Kyle's head, memories of combat practice using hand-to-hand tactics. Running on instinct, Kyle pulled a full reversal and soon enough, caught White Dream in the same lock he was in before. Just as soon as it happend, Kyle let go of White Dream and gave her a sorry look.

"Sorry. I guess I scare easily when jumped by a beautiful girl. But still, that was completely rude!"

 

[MagiPink]

“You’re the one to talk, hypocrite.†White Dream retorted, rubbing her wrist lightly. It was clearly plain to see all attempts made upon her part for Kyle to stay out of this and leave was futile. Kyle’s deal with Noir still fueled her with utter resent. She would not accept the intruder’s apology and would treat him no differently then those they had faced before. Adding more fuel to the fire, White Dream noticed that the front of her outfit had now exposed her chest slightly. Not concern with her appearance at the moment, delivered a side kick into Kyle’s abdomen sending flying into the pile of turned over chairs. Though she was far from finished with him and walked towards him, fixing her the kimono shirt.