Search results for query: *

In all the time that had been passed, Girania had simply sat there, quietly drinking her cider. Others had begun to arrive, expanding her options and choices. By the time she realized it, the cider was gone. She was getting a little impatient, but she decided to ignore it for now. She needed to...

(Midterms are up, so things are busy for me. If you're waiting on my post, you might want to just continue as if Girania was just quietly drinking her cider)

"Hm..." The notion was definitely a good-sounding idea. No one else dies, they get the guns, and Two-Faces guys leave their sight. It seemed alright, but a glaring problem showed. The fact that these goons would go and tell their boss what happened. That wasn't good at all. Not only that, Black...

Girania wasn't quite satisfied with how busy things were, but at least it kept her from drinking the Hard Cider. As an eccentric being with a focus on fire-related abilities, alcohol and her was not quite a good mix. Though it wouldn't ignite upon contact, Girania never trained the little one's...

It didn't matter where or how, a battle like this always brought adrenaline. The chance of dying was high, and every bullet that missed was another teasing kiss from Lady Luck. Some live for this adrenaline, others dream of it, and yet others have felt it so much, so many times that they were...

"It's Muertos Time." La Luna Loco snuck behind the gangster, and quickly grasped the man's neck. In a moment the front of the gangster's throat would be out of place, and in the wrestler's hand, leaving a bloody hole where it once was. As the gangster hit the ground, La Luna Loco looked at...

"Any kind that I can get. It involves going over to the Downs, so not many people are quite that willing to help me." Girania had hoped that the woman would be a little more 'helpful', but it seemed that she wouldn't join her for anything anytime soon. It was a shame, but Girania would just...

A moment passed after that little monologue the woman gave, and Girania spent it smiling. She had hoped that her comment would spark something in her, but the end result was much better than was expected! She had liveliness! A fire in her breast! Impatience! Yes...She would be a wonderful person...

The girl seemed to be good friends with the staff of the tavern, and apparently lives there. Truth be told that's the first time Girania's ever seen a girl under the care of a tavern. Maybe she could use that sometime. The Barkeep himself seemed to be kind to the girl, and somewhat professional...

It seemed that the barkeep was some sort of magnet for activity. Why else would things suddenly start getting more lively the moment she sat down? A young girl arrived and asked for a drink. Though it didn't quite matter to her what the barkeep did, the fact that these were the liveliest people...

Mauricio had to call in a favor for a disposable van, and owe a favor to some 'high-end' outside help. The van was large and hollow, and carried the guys, each one having a considerably bigger or better gun with them. Mauricio himself went and picked up a Colt CM901 from one of his stashes. The...

After her little meeting with the interesting bird creature came to an end, Girania had to move on. The Downs were good for testing ideas, but in order to make any progress, she'd need more than just the scum and lowlife that inhabited what was basically the slums of this place. So she went on a...

There are rumors that have made their way into gossip across the lands. Stories of a strange bakery, with scents of heavenly-smelling sweets and baked goods coming from within. A bakery with all sorts of treats, each one specially made by the baker that runs it. A seemingly normal bakery, no? Of...

"Hm?" Rat was setting down the clay grenade from earlier. He hadn't expected to be needed for something in No Man's Land. It was definitely a place filled with the kind of resources that he'd need, but it wasn't exactly safe. The name itself was a warning that venturing into the area carries...

Sure

"I understand that. I'll call you again when I no longer need your services. I'll transfer your money then and there." This was going to cost much more than the gun shipment could possibly earn him, but it wasn't about the money he'd make. It was about the money Black Mask would make...

Name: Petrea Genevieve Appearance: Her true form is that of a terrifyingly old hag, with warts and sagging skin, and clawed nails. Her body is like that of a skeleton trying to wear a long, worn out suit of skin, and the bones are visible. Why, if it wasn't for her magic, she'd either be dead...

I'll take a shot at this.

"I'm a busy man, so I'll make this quick. I need you to keep tabs on a van moving around in Gotham. I need you to hack into the cameras and find out where it's going. It's a Mama Rosita's van with a ton of bullet holes in it. You can't miss it." Rushing through what he himself wants was a rude...

As the others left, Mauricio looked down. This was going to be a very stressful day. He had his plan. First, he'd need to get eyes on the van. They were driving around on the streets, and if it was one of their rival gangs, then they'd bring it somewhere in the city. A city with a few cameras...