((Seeing as how I'm a new member of Grendel's Blood, Imma test out my Trollish.))
((A-hem.))
"Yub yub, nice haul!"
"Har!! Dis great munniez!!"
"Skah, plenny o' cash hur!"
A den of Trolls sit around the massive pile of stolen goods. This would set them for life.
"Me gonna get dis one!" Yells a Caliban as they begin to divide their great plunder...
((Any odd troll-ish language confusion, and you can just PM me for a translation.))
[[OOC: I may be new to these forums, but I've been Rping for about six or seven years now. I'm just gonna let this RP go where it goes, but all the same rules apply here. No god moding, no killing off others' characters (NPCs and whatnot are fine), no rude language, obey the board rules, and so on. I just want to do this for fun, and I hope you guys do too. I hope to meet some good-natured RPers here.]]
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Two figures stood in a dark alleyway, where garbage and scrap metal piled up, almost forgotten by all public standards. This suited them just fine, as the first person revealed to the second one a suitcase. The first person was only known as the Shadowy Figure, a total and obscure enigma in the world of evil who had plenty of good contacts and jobs. The second person was the demonic lady mercenary named Chaotic Blue, a combat stalker who enjoyed fighting and accomplishing what would be the impossible by normal standards. Right now, the Shadowy Figure was exchanging money with her, while she gave up a disk that had a deadly computer virus in it.
What he didn't know what that Chaotic had made several copies to sell at the Giza during an auction of illegal contraband, hosted by none other than Johnny Sonata. The thought made her spine tingle with excitement, but she kept her calm face.
"I have nothing further for you," the mysterious man chided her, and she could tell that he wanted her to hurry up and leave. Chaotic quietly nodded and took the suitcase with her, turning invisible along the way as she plodded over trashcans and garbage. No one saw her as she made out the alley and ran towards the murky shores where several sewer grates and underground entrances dotted the ground. Chaotic found the one she was looking for.
It was just a small hideout for herself to store her money and stolen goods. She acquired it after conquering some Tsoo shortly after she 'graduated' from Sharkhead Isle. Chaotic managed to tear open the heavy door and crawled inside, but she didn't like what she saw inside.
Or rather, what she *didn't* see inside. Underneath her navy blue ninja's mask, Chaotic grimaced as she saw her treasure cache had been looted! She plowed through the old treasure box and was dismayed at what was missing. It was mostly money, but several gems and artifacts had been stolen too. Chaotic glanced at her file box, but the extra security lock on it was left intact, so no files or computer data had been taken. To her, it looked like a clean robbery of ancient relics rather than modern treasures, so Chaotic was starting to narrow down the suspects, but not by a whole lot. She knew from experience that everyone could be interested in anything at any time.
" Whoever did this has committed suicide," she murmured darkly, pulling down her mask to reveal a young, rugged face about no older than her early-twenties. "But all is not lost." She knew that she had to move her little base somewhere else, but she also wanted to know who was responsible for this theft so that they could pay for their 'crime'. Okay, so their crimes were just as bad as her crimes, but it was all a matter of principle to her. Chaotic sat down on her makeshift bed, pulled out a drink from a small fridge she kept and started planning her counterattack.
[[OOC: Chaotic Blue is a Energy/Regen Stalker, BTW. I play as her on Protector if anyone wants to find me.