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Shrike and XV stumbled out of the bank after the explosion went off.
"God almighty, bit of a tough nut, that was!" Shrike said as his armor began to filter out the smoke.
"Affirmative. We caused a good deal of colateral damage, though" XV replied, examining the robots that were left after the blast and repairing damages to them.
"So whats our haul?" Shrike said tearing his steamy helmet off.
XV shrugged and went back to repairing robots.
"Would be nice if he had a brain" Shrike murmered.
"He does." A voice said from down an alleyway. Shrike could just see a man down there. Short, though.
"And before you think of rushing me, you Are surrounded" the man said. It was only then Shrike noticed several [ithings[/i] surrounding him.
"You want uys for a job or something then?" Shrike called to him.
The short man smiled in the alley.
"As a matter of fact i do. How good are you at grave robbing?"

Shydow sat on a very cold bench made of ice, throwing snowballs absentmindedly. He was sure Jack would have liked the news, but he didn't. And that was the end of it. None of Alice's scarily morbid ideas or Caromari's insane experiments. Wynd was going to suffer in oblivion. Shydow sighed in resignation and got up. "Tomorrows a new day..."He murmered, trudging into the snow.

Oniel sat in the medical clinic, awaiting the results of his blood check. Why didn't people trust him? all their bloody folkloric magic... A clang interrupted his chain of thoughts as the doctor stepped back in.
"Well... interesting reports, Mr Onieros" He murmered.
"Oh, really? What does it look like, then?" Oniel said in surprise.
"Well, its really fine. It would fit its designed purpose wonderfully" the doctor replied
"But?" Oniel said, desperate to cut to the chase
"Well, its designed purpose seems to be filling pens and adorning peoples epedermis" The doctor said with a frown.
"What?"Oniel said in surprise.
"Your blood is less like blood, more like, well, red ink! "

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i do find any posts mentioning exactly what other people have already said in the same section annoying as well as replies that are just /em agreed, seconded, thirded and qft.

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I agree, second, third or QFT what he said

Heya, have recently wondered about making a tanker, as i'm interested in playing a more team-focused character than my scrapper (Kind of built to solo). However, two sets really grab my attention, Ice and Stone. I like the graphics on both, but i can't really decide which i want to play long term. Have tried two low level ones of both. (Both deleted now) and i still can't decide. Any advice?

"Defintely Airvertian... Forged pre elemental wars too, worth a lot, in my humble opinion" mumbled the lizard headed man sitting opposite Shydow, running the shard through his fingers.
"But i'm not going to sell it, obviously" Shydow replied, taking it from him and popping it in his pocket.
"Yes, but you'd make a pretty penny if you did" The lizardman muttered. "Why are you here, again?" He said.
"Because, you're the one with all of the magical stuff" Shydow replied irritated. "You know that, caromari"
Carmorari grinned, and pulled out a sword from under the table.
"From the netherrealms, yes?" He said rather than asked, as he handed it to shydow. "It ought to give you a bit more of an edge" He said, grinning inanely at his joke.
Shydow glanced brefly up at him "Don't smile like that. It scares the bejesus outta me"
"Sorry"
"I'll tell you how it goes" Shydow mumbled, as he got up with the sword.
"If you find any more parts, bring them here. I can even get them documented for you." Caromari called after him, pulling out more papers and starting to write.
"Come back here? Of my own violition?" Shydow murmered to himself as he stepped through the portal and back to earth.

A man in a pale white shirt, with a single metalic arm i the place of a regular one lazily opens one eye. "Sorry, what was that?" he mumbled. A short whirr and the words repeated, but coming from his arm instead. He looks up and grins. "Hurt some heroes? I'm in"

((Hmmm.. probably a book on that somewhere in the infinite library of the infinite stair, but being infinite, might take shy a while to find it :P))

((Heheh. Except it didnt, because Alice blew his cover))

"Every demon can be stopped, and Shy knows how!" ALice had roared triumphantly as she hasd left GG.
"Sorry, i really have no idea." Shy said, a few moments later.
"WHAT!?!?" Alice shouted. jumpind to her feet.
"Shhh! Don't shout. and i said i don't know how to stop Shadow" Shydow said calmly.
"But,butbutbut...." alice stammered.
"You're going to have to apologise. Its not that hard" Shy said quietly, skimming a stone across Galaxy lake.
"HE'S GOING TO EAT MY SOUL!" Alice roared.
Shydow shrugged and skimmmed another stone of the maroon water, relfecting the setting sun.
"You NEVER help!" ALice screamed at him and stormed off.
Shydow watched her go calmly."Kids today" he muttered, before picking up a magical diamond he had found,a nd skimming it across the water.
Plop.
"OH ****!"
Splash
Ptoot
((Shy aint too bothered about Acenra, or the safety of the public, but he cares about ALice, more than he lets on. He is also an expert in the words of mike from monsters inc. "Putting things back where they came from"))

Name:Shydow Flysh
****: good name, not perfect. But it was my first time trying out karral words.
Looks:
***** Whichever of Shys cozzies i wear, he always looks good... Yes, even the holy hat.

Powersark/Dark
***:Currently rather dissapointed... When i respec him this will be a 4 or even 5, though, coz im gonaa make a LOT of changes

Emmet nightingale:
***:Well... its his name. Thats it.

Looks:Asiany... also kind of dissapointing. ***

Powers:Spines /Dark(FTW!)
Love it. So much fun! *****

Alice Tirne:**** Once again, just her name. But her name conveys her innocence as well... not sure how, it just does.

Looks: *****
Alice is SOOOOO cute Pink hair.... genius...

Powers: MA/Super reflexes
Okay... i wanted to get her done quickly.... besides, she is purely for RP (Unless i find another reason to play her )

The people in the cold, dark cellar were all in varying states of death. All except two. Wynd sat huddled in the corner desperately trying to look aay from the blood sprayed across the floor and walls. A tall, dark man in a trenchcoat stood towards the door, smiling at the devestation he had wreaked seconds before.
"This isnt what i wanted" Wynd whispered, trying to tear her eyes away from one of the numerous bodies. Mercifully, she could not see the wounds the demon had inflicted. But she could see the blood.
"But it is..." the demon said sibilantly.
"I wanted revenge... not slaughter..." Wynd said quietly, her voice trembling.
"I threw that in as extra." The man said quietly, grining at his handiwork.
"please... your work is long since done... please... leave..." She said chocking back tears.
The man smiled."No." He said plainly.
"Then i will get rid of you..."Wynd whispered, terrified of what she had unleashed.
"No, you wont. I will get your revenge on all of them. You called me, freed me. I serve your origional intentions." He said plainly.He smiled. "You will not be rid of me, not till everyone is dead, and then you will have the silence you wanted."
Another knock at the door.Wynd looked up, terrified of the imment bloodbath.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered to whoever came through, before the screams began.

Welcome to GG! If ya wana know a bit about it, theres a wiki somewhere... cant remember the link though. I'm Emmet, Oniel, Shydow Flysh, or Wynd flysh. Well actually just Emmet and Shydow, ATM. Wynd is a prisoner to the circle and oniel is too depressed to come ATM.

Emmet sighed stepping off the train. He chucked his useless book to the ground. It hadnt been much use to him. He was worried about Sophie. And the "Arralle". He frowned as he thought it over. It sounded fammilliar.. but he wasnt sure where he had heard it. A sound interrupted his train of thought. Oniel was entering from the back. He sighed. Oniel was far too obseesed with his dream magic to actually help now. He talked of Haures often, although he were some vulture waiting for his death. In fairness, he probably was. His mind wandered back to Sophie. He was still worried, and nothing he was doing was helping. He had made up his mind. he was going to vent his anger on the thorns and see if that helped. It was Fun AND Educational.

((Oniel won't be here for the next few days. As Emmet put it, he has unfortunate family matters to deal with. If ive got time, you get Emmet instead))

((Good. Otherwise you would have an angry Wynd on you And you dont want that. Oh boy no...))

((Realised that didnt add much, but hey, i found something! Plus it gives a few clues to Oniel's actual age :P Oh, yeah, is GS going to be dead after this?))

Oniel sighed as he left the house of yet another patient. He had come off empty handed this time. They had decided there was nothing to worry about anyway, seeing as magic wasn't real. He chuckled as he rembered what he had said to them. "When you are under attack from the circle, or the carnival, i will remind you of that fact!". And, once again, it was the circle causing the problems.He stopped as he heard creaking in the dark alleyway next to him, and smiled. He was in luck. A thin, vine like sword swiped out of the darkness, catching thin air as he danced out of the way. A flicker of purple light shot from his fingers and straight into the cultists eyes. He fell to the floor instantly. "The circle i knew was made of tougher stuff" Oniel muttered, rooting through the Circle mages robes for anything useful, "Kids today..." Then he noticed it. A small pendant, an exact likeness of a Thorned rose." Better keep this, think it might be a clue..." he said to no-one in particular, before striding off back to Galaxy.

((Oniel Onieros, Onieromancer and sorambulist extrordinare, will most certainly be getting involved. THIS is just too big to miss out on!))

Whoops, sorry. And its not that i need to know for my own sake, i am just interested to know what other people think of them as.

What do you see inspirations as in IC terms? Similarly, how do you veiw enhancers?

(( Ah,but Oniel has decades of experience, and he practises. His entire buisness is focused on dreams and he has the bloodline of powerful onieroncists. Experience over numbers ))

((Very good. And, now i have a reason for my new dream based hero to come in. Move out of the way, GS! Or maybe not... Pends how much i like him :P. But thanks anyway ))

He was still hopeful she would come.

Nice work, Stalingrad. The art style is very... well, i dont know, but its cool

Spent 15 mins trying to change a chars background, then returned it to the way it was. And now im going to HAVE to change my character background, on account of my recent niceness. DAMM YOU JACK!!!!

Actually, i find i dont use DC very much at all. Then again i only ever use 2 attacks and 2 toggles