SBURG - Round 2: Another Homestuck RP:
Robin: Defend You strike the imp that has leapt towards you with your rapier, exploding it into grist. You begin to let out a series of strikes with your rapier at any imps that comes to close. However, as the imps begin to overwhelm you, you realise that won't be able to keep this up for much longer. Robin: Respond to Alexandra Respond is probably not the correct word, more like your thoughts bleed through into the conversation that your HATTOP opened. HH: Ok, thrust, thrust, (LEFT)! That's fine now... Another thrust, (those are enormous claws!). Thrust, thrust... Your text continues thusly as you were concentrating too hard to notice that someone was talking to you.
edited 1st Aug '12 9:43:54 AM by Meta-ridley
>Alexandra: Be of assistance You search the immediate area around Robin and find a DRAPERY hanging off a wall. >Execute blackout You DROP the DRAPERY onto the heads of some IMPS.
Renner's scythe catches the Ogre in the centre of the forehead, the tip of the curved blade driving deep into the Sheriff's skull, killing the brute instantly. The underling collapses into grist, and Renner rockets up his echeladder to the dizzyingly-low rank of AZRAEL'S UNDERSTUDY. Boondollars fly. The griffon looks on with an impressed look on his face. WelL, i KneW i WaS on TO sOMETHINg, BuT i Didn'T eXPECt YoU to DO qUITe SO wELl. CongratulationS.
The giclops reels from the second shot to the eye, and stumbles backwards. Thsi turns out to be a bad idea, as it trips on one of the pothole in the camp and tumbles backwards. With an almighty crash, the titan lands on the ground. Groaning, wounded and fallen, it doesn't look like the massive underling will be getting up again.
The drapes are sufficient in tangling up and catching the imps as they approach Robin, even knocking a winged imp out of the air and throwing it down the stairwell. This is sufficient to control and suppress the wave of imps pursuing Robin up the stairs, giving him time to press upwards.
> Dream!Eric: Accept offer of coffee. You're not sure if drinking coffee while asleep is a good or bad idea, but you'll be happy to have some if only because the imps made off with your special blend back at the house. "All right." "My condolences about the dress code, though. That sounds absolutely terrible." As you walk over towards the cafe, a thought comes into your head, "So, tell me about this Queen of yours. What's she like?"
edited 23rd Sep '12 9:37:19 AM by l3wt
Robin: Make good use of your situation Why of course! You leave the imps falling over themselves in the darkness and continue running up the stairs. When you reach the top, you slam the door behind you. Robin: Realise someone is talking to you HH: Sorry about that! I was quite busy there, but I guess, seeing that you were the one I think you dropped the drapery on the imps, you already knew that? HH: What can I help you with?
Likes to be in control. Doesn't let anything slip past her.
That said, she's got a strange temper and something of a sadistic streak. Just ask my boss.
...actually, don't. He'll probably kill you for reminding him. >DD: Be served coffee What do you call that sorry excuse for a command? It's not like something you can- Lucky for the player, the Dersite waiter serves your CUPS OF COFFEE. They are both very black, and a nice aroma wafts from the midnight depths of the BLACK BREW. Now you are truly returned. The waiter places MILK and SUGAR on the table, but you leave them for your guest. Like a true Dersite, you take yours black.
>Alexandra: Celebrate the success of your stratagem with a silly dance You do no such thing. However, you permit yourself a satisfied smile. >Talk to Robin MM: I am fine, thank you.
MM: I merely wished to update myself on your situation, and also inquire upon your degree success with the new hand.
MM: Is everything all right?
MM: Though, before you leave, may I ask if you have during your time in your Land seen or heard anything that might be of importance to your overarching questline, or possibly the quests of the others?
MM: There may be clues hidden everywhere, and anything might be interesting although it may not appear as such to begin with.
> D!Eric: Drink up. You add milk and a single sugar, stirring gently as you inhale the fumes rising off the coffee. Dignitary knows his coffee, that's for sure. He's clearly taken you to the classiest and most expensive cafe in the town. You take a drink, even though you judge the coffee is a little too hot to drink properly yet, forcing yourself not to wince. That clarifies something quite important you'd meant to test- you can feel pain here, and it won't wake you up. You don't want to show weakness, or your own lack of knowledge, in front of the Dignitary, so you swallow. You make sure to sip the rest of the drink until it cools down. "Your boss? I figured you'd be the self-employed type."
WelL, tECHNICALLy SpeakinG yOUVe FreeD tHe TowN fROm OppressioN. yOu NeeD aNYTHINg, YoU cAn ComE bACk HerE fOr IT. bUt IF yOu WanT to ReallY hELp YoulL hAVe TO fINd ThE dENIZEn AnD gEt IT to CalL oFf ItS dOGs. OnE wAy OR aNOTHEr. tHe DenizeN bEINg ThE cREATURe WhicH rULEs OveR tHe UnderlingS on ThiS wORLd. THANATOS, TheY cALl HiM.
> Temple: Dramatic scene reveal. The Inside of the temple is dark, though not particularly ominous. It gives the place a secretive, mysterious air, but it seems as if the darkness simply conceal the temple itself, not anything untoward lurking within it. The stone walls, now overgrown with moss and slick with condensation, are chiselled with pictures of frogs, spirographs and swirling, multi-branched spirals. As Steve heads further into the heart of the temple, small eyes seem to peer out of the darkness at him. Rounded green heads gleam in what little light permeates the ruins' interior. Steve's eyes can't quite penetrate the gloom, but the small figures seem suddenly to be everywhere, dozens of them skulking in the darkness ahead of him. One of them raises its voice. is t#at #im? t#e SEER? There is a collective mutter of strange-sounding, alien voices. None of the creatures move.
PP: Anyway, what've you been up to?
PP: It feels like ages since we've last talked!
His name is Jack Noir.
And he is the most violent man I have ever met.
I suggest you try to stay on his good side for as long as you can.
Or no purple pyjamas will be able to save you.
edited 14th Sep '12 1:49:50 AM by Lemurian
MM: Yeah, I guess you're right, I'm still easily the most entertaining thing going on at the moment~ MM: BUT nothing's really happened down here~ MM: Some asshole with a clock fetish keeps telling me I'll die if I go through the Gate~ MM: And I've got some asshole poltergeist messing with my head and trying to get me to hurt things... MM: :| So yeah, it's been a while.~
t#e seer... The glistening black eyes hang, still, in the air for a second, and then the creatures degenerate into a mad frenzy of motion, sprinting towards Steve in a crazed rush. ...Then they all kneel at his feet, heads bowed in reverence.
The Giclops all but explodes into Grist with the final blow. What few underlings remain scurry away, desperate to get away from the hero that just slew their most valuable ally. With such a mighty foe defeated, Mike practically rockets up his echeladder, to the vaunted rank of WILL SHAKESPEARE'S PROOF OF CONCEPT. "True, This! —
The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold
The arch-enchanters wand! — itself a nothing! —
But taking sorcery from the master-hand
To paralyse the Cæsars, and to strike
The loud earth breathless! — Take away the sword —
States can be saved without it!"
~ legendary English playwright and one-time Bard of Word, William Shakespeare.
edited 30th Sep '12 2:36:43 PM by MadeOfAxes
PP: Geez, I'm sorry.
PP: Though to be honest I think I'd prefer getting hassled than to fighting huge ginormous monsters.
PP: But enough of that, what do you mean by an "asshole with a clock fetish"?
PP: And that you'd die?
Robin: Answer in the negative HH: I'm sorry, I have not. However I (will) keep a good look out for anything like that. HH: Now as much as I would like to continue our discussion I do have work to do. HH: And also a large horde of imps behind me. HH: I will see you later, hopefully. You close pesterchum and turn to the door. You wonder how long it will take for the imps to reach your level.
edited 7th Oct '12 8:50:06 AM by Meta-ridley
>DD: Introduce yourself properly I'm an Archagent.
That means I'm one of the Black Queen's highest-ranking agents, second only to Jack himself.
I do various jobs.
Keeping the peace, watching over important things...
...and I get to welcome you guys and not kill you.
You need to Get Known to get one of those.