Originally posted by Wilfredo Martinez
[b]Heaven’s Soldier: To find out how Jingle gained her Christmas Magic, read last year’s RPGC Xmas story!
(Aren’t I the self-promoter?) :hahaha;More story tomorrow!! [/b]
And I will, as soon as I can get around to it. Seriously I have been meaning to read that story since this one was first mentioned.
Oh great, I was hoping to spend the WHOLE day today writing (to me it’s no chore) but guess what? My sister has come to pick me up to spend the day with my family! But I spent Xmas Eve with them, aren’t they sick of me yet!? :hahaha;
So I guess I’ll have to post the next chapter tonight, folks. In the meanwhile, some comments:
I don’t think I’m making Percival sound TOO knightly, folks. Remember, he’s one of only TWO knights who achieved the HOLY GRAIL- if that doesn’t make him the epitome of knighthood, I don’t know what will!
(Besides, Percival was also the HUMBLEST of the knights, I just haven’t had the chance to show it yet.)
As for his speech, thanks for the pointers, Perci, I’m afraid my Archaic English experience comes only from reading THOR comics. :hahaha; But you know, maybe I should modernize his speech a bit? I been thinking, he’s been a while in the 21st century now, surely he would try to fit in? (Thought old habits die hard.)
I’ll let you decide.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS DAY TO Y’ALL!
Holy Grail, eh?
Okay, my christmas present to everyone will be NOT to make any overdone Monty Python referances.
…ni.
throw GG a shubbery or two to get rid of him
Oddly enough I got that for Christmas from my dad. Freaky, no.
I think that it may be best to have Percival speak in a modern and respectable idiom, but perhaps retaining use of the ‘thou’ form when appropriate. Otherwise, he would only use archaic phrases as exclamations (I can write these if you need one).
Use of the pronoun thou:
The pronoun ‘thou’ is a personal second person singular form, used only when addressing someone of younger age, one of lower social rank or a close friend.
Subject: thou
Object: thee
Possessives: thy, thine
In the present tense verbs following the pronoun ‘thou’ take the ending –st: ‘thou givest’, ‘thou smitest’. If verb stem ends in a consonant, -est is added: ‘thou treadest’, ‘thou hewest’.
Some verbs have irregular forms:
to be = thou art
can = thou canst
to do = thou dost
to go = thou goest
to have = thou hast
shall = thou shalt
will = thou wilt or willst
must = thou must (nothing added) or motest*
In the preterit (simple past tense), the same rules apply: to slay = ‘thou slewest’, to break = thou brokest. But, if the ending is a -d or a -t, just -st is added: to chide = ‘thou chidst’, to hear = ‘thou heardst’, to sleep = ‘thou sleptst’
And of course, more irregulars:
to be = thou wert or werst
can = thou couldst
to dare = thou durst (‘durst’ is the archaic preterit form of ‘dare’; nothing is added here. If you want to use the modern preterit: thou daredst)
to do = thou didst
to go = thou yodest/wentst**
to have = thou hadst
shall = thou shouldst
will = thou wouldst
(Another short Chapter. But in this one, the villain is revealed!!)
(…Or is he?)
A TYPICAL SUBURBAN HOUSE, LOCATED SOMEWHERE IN AMERICA:
…The room was semi-dark, but it was definitely a teenage girl’s; there were posters of rock stars -goth-punk ones, mostly- and clothes lying all over the place. There was a curious smell of incense in the place, and objects that looked like they belonged on a witch’s parlor laid on a small desk.
There was one unkempt bed in the room.
Lying on the bed, was a teenage girl.
She had long red hair, tied back, and deep black eyes; her clothes were black, and definitely had a goth-girl look to them. And her expression was one of anger, with her stare focused on the ceiling.
Her name is Eva. She’s a mystic, born with a sensitivity to the natural forces around her, and certain psionic powers. Furthermore, she had trained herself in the dark arts.
For most of her life, she had tried to find her place in the world.
But her abilities had caused her to be spurned. “Freak” and “Witch” were among the least offensive things they’d called her.
So, she learned to hide what she could do.
But even that didn’t help.
Other kids avoided her, somehow feeling that she was- different.
There were those that DID accept her. Social outcasts, themselves.
But they just wanted to use her. She could tell, thanks to her gifts. And that made her angry.
Eventually, she found a group that accepted her. A group of freaks, themselves, thought they didn’t see themselves that way.
They called themselves the Righteous Protectors of Good Causes. She wondered if they ever realized how annoyingly self-righteous their name sounded.
But at least they accepted her. They didn’t judge her.
And their lifes were, if anything, even stranger than hers. Some had powers that dwarfed hers.
And they lived on the edge. Always looking for danger, for the next thrill. THAT she liked.
And yet… something was missing. She STILL felt like she didn’t belong.
What was it? Was it their sanctimonious ways? Or… did she feel they were too GOOD for her?
She didn’t know, and it made her… angry.
-“Anger is good” a creepy voice said from behind her.
Eva bolted upright on the bed, and looked at where the voice was coming from.
Someone was sitting on the only chair in the room!
A chair that had been empty a second ago!
The figure was hard to see in the gloom, but it looked like a man wearing a dark robe. Only the lower part of his face, and his skinny hands, could be seen.
-“Who the devil are you??” she snapped.
-“Not quite” was his answer, “but close enough” he said with a wicked smile.
Most girls her age would have screamed at this point.
She just got pissed.
“Look, mister, I don’t know who you are or how you got here. But if you think I’m going to be an easy prey, you’re going to find out how wrong you are!” she snapped, and began to call on her psychic powers. Energy began to crackle around her.
The figure in the chair didn’t seem bothered in the least.
-“Oh, I know how dangerous you can be, Eva. That is precisely why I came to meet you.”
Eva was not impressed by his strange behavior. “OK, mister, you have ONE second to explain yourself. Otherwise, I’m going to drive a lighting bolt up your butt!”
-“Ooh, that would hurt, no?” he said in a mocking tone. “Very well, allow me to explain myself.”
Common sense told Eva that she should just blast the intruder.
But there was… something else- her own curiosity, perhaps- that made her decide to wait and listen to him.
-“I’ve been known by many names” the hooded man began to explain, “but for now, call me… Laufeyson.”
The name meant nothing to Eva. Yet… it sounded oddly familiar…
-“I’m a- games player. Except- I play for REAL stakes. Like people’s lives” he said carefully, weighting her reactions to his words.
-“Actually, in my opinion, ALL of life is a game- those that have the power play games with those under them” he continued. “It’s the way things are. The way things have always been.”
Eva was silent.
-“So, I decided: if Life is a game, I would be the greatest player of all. I would never be a pawn. I would be the Grandmaster! Wouldn’t you agree?”
-“So? Even if I did, what’s it to you?”
-“I’m looking for players for my game. A game where the World itself is at stake” he allowed his words to sink in for a moment. “The Righteous Protectors are my opponents. And I would like you to join the game- on my side.”
-“The Protectors!?” she gasped. “You’re nuts. They’ll kick your ass!”
-“Ohh, I’m sure they would, would I be foolish enough to just face them. Except- I came up with a gambit, one that increases my odds while lowering theirs.”
“I have made half of them join MY side!”
-“What? I don’t believe you!”
Laufeyson laughed.
-“You have by now heard about the Saiyan’s attack on New York, I assume?”
-“That Galloway guy?” Eva said, raising an eyebrow. She had recognized him on TV, and was wondering just what had driven him to do that.
-“He works for me. Or at least, he does now.”
Now Eva was surprised. This man was able to bend a Saiyan to his will?
-"…Let’s say I believe you. What’s in it for me?"
-“Anything you decide. After all, to the victor go the spoils. Power, Revenge, Riches… your darkest desires, made true.”
Eva was silent for a moment. She felt torn. She had, of course, no reason to trust this man- if it WAS a man. For all she knew it could be a demon (thought she did not feel any such vibes from him.) Yet… SOMETHING told her that he meant it. That something BIG was going on- and that this was her chance to be part of it.
“…Let me see your eyes” was finally her decision.
She prided herself on her ability to “read” a person’s soul just by looking into his or her eyes.
…“Very well” Laufeyson finally said. He stood up, approached her slowly, and slowly pulled down his hood, revealing a wizened face, like an elf’s, with pointed ears, long black hair, a devilish smile, and piercing, dark eyes.
Eva stared at them for a moment.
What she felt inside him was…
Madness.
Chaos.
-“No, forget it” she said, walking away from him. “You cannot be trusted.”
Laufeyson was NOT amused.
-“And here I was hoping that you, of all the Protectors, would join me willingly” he said bitterly, then pulled a- jar? out of the folds of his robes.
Before Eva could even react, Laufeyson pulled the top of the jar off, and a sickly-looking, oily grey mist began to pour out.
-“WHAT IS THAT??” Eva shouted. All her psychic senses were on fire!!!
-“Just a little something to assure your alliegance” the wicked man said, similing.
Eva tried to run, but there was no room. Laufeyson blocked the way to the door, and before she could run to the window, the mists surrounded her.
-“You won’t get me that easily!!” she spat at him, then called upon her powers.
The window EXPLODED, as a bolt of lighting smashed its way into the room.
But laufeyson just lifted a hand and blocked it, like it had been a squirt of water from a squirt gun!
Eva gasped in shock, at the power she felt coming from him…
…And then the mists wrapped themselves around her.
Eva felt herself, falling, falling… into a dark, bottomless Abyss.
But in reality, only her soul fell.
Her body was still in the room-
-and at Laufeyson’s mercy.
-“Come, my dear” he called to her.
And she did.
-“Good, good… now let’s go meet with… the others.”
And then he exploded in laughter.
(NEXT: The good guys start getting organized!!)
(About time! :hahaha; )
(Note: yes, Laufeyson IS this character’s name- but it his LAST name. It’s his FIRST name that everyone knows him by, and that I want you to guess!)
Well that explains quite a bit about what’s been going on around here. But he has half of the Protectors on his side, and depending on who. That could be a problem.
It’s a pretty smart plan, he’s got there. Get the strongest good warriors to join the side of evil, then the remaining good guys will unlikely use full strength when fighting, like Wil held back against Galloway.
Currently doing research needed for the next chapter(s). Will post tomorrow
THE STAFF ROOM AT RPGC HEADQUARTERS:
…The room was dark, as no staff meetings were taking place today.
The place was full of strange machines, most of them computers.
One of them was a crystal tube, which currently held the unmoving form of Galloway; he’d turned back to flesh-and-blood, but wasn’t moving, not even breathing.
Weiila was standing next to him, fiddling around with the stasis pod’s controls.
Wil stood beside her, gazing at all the contraptions. Most of them inventions of Merlin, the RPGC’s unnoficial leader (and resident inventor) he figured.
His gaze soon went back to the stasis tube.
-“Are you SURE this thing can hold d?” Wil asked Weiila.
-“Yes” she responded, without looking up from her calibrations. “It keeps the prisoner in stasis, not just of body but of mind as well. It doesn’t matter how powerful you are if you’re not even able to think.”
Wil nodded. But then, he lamented:
-“Too bad. I was hoping I could interrogate Gallo… find some clue as to what happened to him.”
-“That may still be possible” Weiila said, looking up.
-“Eh? How?”
-“I could try to probe Gallo’s mind.”
-“You can do that?”
She nodded.
-“Well! You never stop surprising me, Wei! I mean, Mistress Weiila.”
-“Oh, stop it!” she giggled.
-“But wait. Didn’t you just said his mind is shut down?”
-“Yes, but his MEMORIES are still there. If I probe them, we might learn what happened.”
-“Great! You do so, Wei. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
-“Eh? Where are you going?”
-“To the North Pole! Have you forgotten?”
-“Oh, right! Sorry, it’s just that I was so worried about Gallo…”
-“I understand, Wei. Just as I’m worried about Nicolas. I’m sure Perci and Shal are handling things well, but I want to find out what is happening there by myself.”
-“OK. I’ll start the mind-meld. Good luck!”
Wil nodded to her, then prepared to cast a Warp spell to teleport to Xmasville.
But just as he was about to cast it, Weiila suddenly gasped!
-“AH!”
-“WEIILA! What happened??”
-“Ah-nothing- I was just- SHOCKED by the amount of negative emotions in his recent memories. It was like- jumping into a dark, cold ocean!”
-“Then stop it!”
-“No, it’s OK” she explained. “I can handle it. I can shield my mind from the Darkness. I was just surprised to find so much of it in Gallo, is all. I will continue.”
-"…Very well. But I’ll stay here to watch you."
-“That’s not really necessary-”
-“I’ve made up my mind, Wei.”
-“OK, as you wish…” Weiila turned back to probing Galloway’s mind.
Her expression was grim as she did so, but also determined. After a few seconds, she spoke:
-“Gallo’s soul… it feels… topsy-turvy.”
-“Eh? What do you mean?”
-“All the bad memories… are on top, near the surface of his consciousness. Everything from his fight with you to the cancellation of his favorite TV show. All the good ones… are buried deep.”
-“Ah, I see- as if someone had- reversed his soul?”
-“Exactly.”
Wil was thoughtful for a second.
-"…That would explain a lot" he then said.
-“What do you mean?” Weiila said, without breaking mental contact.
-“We heroes tend to have MORE darkness in our souls, than most people.”
-“We- do?” Weiila said, surprised.
-“Think about it, Weii” Wil explained. “Most people repress their negative emotions. Only villains act on them at the very moment, by destroying whatever or whomever bothers them. We heroes, on the other hand, not only have to control our dark urges, we have more of them than the average person, since we face so many shocking things- deaths, murder, rampaging villains, etc.- in a regular basis. If all that were suddenly unleashed…”
-“I… see” Weiila nodded. Wil always seemed to have a better understanding of people than she did.
-“That would also explain what happened to Val” he continued.
-“Eh? You think both things are connected?”
-“Definitely! Val and Gallo both going berserk on the SAME day… and both attacking places related to Xmas… it cannot be a coincidence!”
-“You think- SOMEONE did this!?”
-“I fear so, Weii. Tell me, can you see anybody suspicious in Gallo’s recent memories?”
-“Yes!” she said after a moment, “He was training at home… a robed man suddenly appeared… he didn’t recognize him…”
-“Drat!” Wil cursed.
-"…But he does know WHAT he was hit with!!" she suddenly said, excitedly!
-“Really??”
-“YES! Well, at least he THINKS he recognized it. It’s something called… Black Water Mist!”
-“Hmm” Wil thought for a moment. “Never heard of it…”
-“It’s a substance from Gallo’s home universe!”
-“The DragonBall World!?” Wil gasped, surprised.
-“Yes. It seems the Guardian of the Earth in his universe keeps it under safe care. It’s a substance that turns people evil- it’s kept in a magic jar, that can produce enough of it to affect a whole planet.”
-“So how did it get to OUR universe?”
Weiila shook her head. “He doesn’t know. Doesn’t even know if it IS Black Water Mist. He’s only HEARD of it, from the other heroes there- never seen it himself.”
-“Hmm, I see… but, it IS our only clue in this matter- we’ll have to check it out” Wil said, thoughtfully.
-“Does he know how to undo the effects of the Black Water?”
-"…No. Sorry."
-“Anything else useful?”
-"…I don’t think so. Sorry."
-“Damn. I’ll have to check it out later. I gotta get to the Pole!”
But at that precise moment, a blue-haired, short, bespectacled teenager in blue clothes ran into the room.
-“They’re here!” he shouted.
-“Who, Poke?” Wil said, startled.
-“The others! You know, the people Weiila called!”
-“Ah, the RPGC members I contacted! Let’s go see them, Wil!”
-“Eh? But I gotta leave!”
-“But, don’t you want someone to accompany you?” the young goddess asked.
-“I can take care of myself!” he scoffed.
Suddenly Pokefreak spoke: “Have you rested yet, Wil? That fight with Galloway must’ve been draining!”
-“Eh? ahh-” Wil mumbled, caught off-guard. “Well, yeah, it was. But I’m OK, really!”
-“And you’re going into an unknown situation without being at full power? Especially considering what we know now??” Weiila chided him.
-“But, Weii-”
-“Don’t you ‘Weii’ me! You’re taking some RPGCers with you, and that’s final!” she snapped, and left the room.
Wil sighed. “OK, Mistress Weiila…” he said, and followed her, along with Poke.
NEXT: The moment many of you have been waiting for… as many of YOU show up!!
As the three heroes made their way around the HQs, two figures came out of a side corridor, running.
One was a young man with messy brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and wearing leather armor and a blue cape; the other was a muscular teenager with electric-blue hair, and black pupils, wearing blue baggy pants, a white robe-like top, and another blue cape.
-“OMEGA! MABATSEKKER!” Wil shouted when he saw them.
-“WIL!” the armored one said, then ran to him. “I came as soon as I could! What happened to Val?” he said, obviously troubled.
-“We don’t know yet. I’ll explain what we know on the way” was the older man’s answer. “Man, Om, am I glad to see you. I can certainly use your help” he added, smiling, as he shook the young wizard-warrior’s hand.
-“What happened to Jingle Belle?” Mabat added. He had received his powers from her last year, making him a hero out of an ordinary Finnish teenager, so his worry was understandable.
-“Last I saw her, she was with Shalcar and Percival, heading back to Xmasville. I worry about what might have happened to them…” Wil answered.
-“Then let’s go!” Omega said.
-“Wait! There’s more people here!” Poke interfered.
-“That’s OK, Om and Mabat will be enough-”
-“No, we will see everyone FIRST” Weiila insisted. “Aren’t you the one who ALWAYS insists on knowing all the facts BEFORE undertaking a mission? Maybe one of the others can give us special aid or information” she said to Wil.
-“Yeah! Besides, Perci and Shal can handle themselves, AND others” Poke said, trying to help.
-“Ah… I guess you’re right” Wil said, agreeing, but still worried.
The five of then continued running along, until they reached a waiting room.
There were several people there, mulling around. Mostly young people, thought many wore strange clothing (even for teenagers.)
Wil didn’t recognize many of them. Were they new members?
He DID recognize the only adult in the group, a man with long black hair and a blue trenchcoat, who was talking amicably with several of the others.
-“Dragon God!’ he exclaimed.
The man turned around, and smiled. -“Wil! Nice to see you walking around. Weiila told me you were fighting Galloway…” he said, in a slightly mischevious tone.
Wil raised an eyebrow, but smiled back.
-“Yeah, well, I managed somehow. What’s the party about?”
-“I sent out a general SOS” Weiila explained. " These are the people who have shown up, so far.”
Wil felt a tug on his sleeve. It was Poke, who, smiling, gave Wil a piece of paper.
It was a membership list, with details on who was who!
Wil smiled at the young RPGCer. That was Poke, always making things easier for the rest.
As Wil read the list, he noticed that many of them were visitors from other realities, as were about half of the old members of the group, already.
Omega and Mabbat mixed into the group, then came back with some of them.
-“Wil? Have you met my friend GG Crono?” he asked, as he introduced a teenager with short, messy purplish hair, wearing baggy clothes.
-“Only by reputation” Wil said, and shook the young man’s hand. “What’s the ‘GG’ stand for, anyway?”
-“Gigli” he answered, with a straight face.
Wil blinked. “Huh. Really…?”
GG Laughed. “Ha! No, not really, just kidding.”
-“Heh. Nice reference” Wil said, allowing himself to appreciate the humor, if only for a moment.
-“And this is Heaven’s Soldier” Mabbat said, pointing to a muscular young man with slicked-back black hair, blue eyes, and a leather jacket over grey fighting gear.
-“Greetings. I have heard a lot about you” the young man said, as he shook WM’s hand firmly “You may call me Angelo.”
-“Welcome to RPGC, Angelo” he responded respectfully.
Another brown haired, blue eyed young man -this one wearing black clothes, and a hood- approached him, and said, “Excuse me, but don’t we have an emergency going on here? Why are we wasting time, then? Shouldn’t we be getting organized, making plans, etc…?”
Wil looked at him, then at his list. That must be Bahamut Xero he thought. It says here, he was just a role-player until recently, when he was mistakenly injected with Dragon Genes. Huh. Gotta ask more details about that -later.
-“Indeed!” a tall figure said. He was covered from head to toe in white Knight’s Armor, with a big red cross blazed both in in his chest, and in the huge shield he carried.
Wil recognized him without looking at his list: It was Manus Dei, a wandering paladin. Mysterious guy- never takes his armor off. No one had even SEEN his face. But he had a right to his privacy, WM guessed. In many ways, he was like Percival- a truly dedicated Paladin. However, he rubbed many others RPGCers wrong. But as far as WM could tell, he was as nice as any of them; just needed to work on his people skills.
-“Some of us have better things to do with our time!” Manus added.
-“Yeah, I agree!” a blonde teenager, with curiously color-changing eyes, wearing a golden dragon-embossed armor, with rings and earrings as well, said. “We’re wasting time!”
Again, Wil looked at the list, and found out that this one was named Videospirit. Huh? He would have to ask him about THAT name too.
Later.
-“Indeed! I did not come here to mull around!” another young man said. This one had long blue hair, and wore black clothes with a grey cloak. Again, Wil checked his list: Chris of the Brood.
The Brood? Wil thought.
-“Excuse me” he said “Are you REALLY a Brood Prince!?”
-“Yes. What’s it to YOU?” he snapped.
-“Err, nothing” Wil recoiled. “I have befriended other survivors of your race, in other worlds. Their powers are quite impressive, and might be helpful in this mission.”
-“Of course they would be! Most people here would never understand the supremacy of those that wield the Power of a Kaiser Dragon!”
-“Ooh-kay. If you say so…” Wil said, and quietly walked away.
Accidentaly bumping into a young girl in the process.
-“Oh!” she said, surprised.
-“Oh! Sorry, there. You OK?”
-“Yeah, I’m all right. Don’t worry!” she said merrily.
She had short, wavy, blue-sheened black hair, and wore pants with many pockets and jacket over a t-shirt. Her eyes were blue, thought, for some reason, Wil didn’t feel like like looking at them directly.
-“OK… Aviana, Correct?” he said, after again checking his list.
-“Mm-hmm!” she nodded happily.
-“It says here, you’re a Summoner, correct?”
-“Ah, well, I’m still in training…” she said sheepishly.
-“Oh. Well, excuse me a moment…” he said, and walked over to Weiila.
-“Weii? A moment please?” he whispered.
-“Sure” she said, walking away from a conversation she was having. Pokefreak followed her.
-“Weii, too many of these people are too inexperienced” he said to her, in a low voice. “And those that actually have experience as adventurers, I don’t know well enough to tell if they’d be much help on this particular mission. I’m taking Omega, Mabat and Dragon God with me. The rest should wait here, just in case we need extra help.”
-“Agreed” Weiila said. “I’ll fill them in on what’s going on.”
-“And I’ll make sure there’s enough snacks and drinks to keep everybody happy while they wait” Poke added cheerfully.
Wil nodded, then walked out of the room, signaling Omegaflare, Mabbatsekker and Dragon God to follow him.
Outside, he told them, “Hold hands, guys.”
-“Huh? Why?” DG asked.
-“Are we going to sing ‘Cumbaya’?”
Mabbat joked.
-“No, funny guy. I’m going to teleport us all to the North Pole. We need to be in contact for that.”
-“Oh. OK”
They did as Wil had told them, then he said, WARP!! -and all four of them vanished in a shower of green sparks.
COMING UP:
-The Fate of Percival and Shalcar!
-The revelation of which RPGCErs are on Laufeyson’s side!
-The meaning of Percival’s strange vision!
-And the two most unexpected guest stars EVER!
(Note: Don’t worry, those left behind at the HQ WILL get to fight!)
Heh… steals half of the snacks when no one is looking
My snacks 
Very nice fic btw 
conjures more snacks to replace the ones pokefreak stole
Good fic!
Wel, it will be nice to see who I wil be using as cannon fodder- err, I mean, what dark allies I will have to fight by my side agains tthe evil that is Christmas!
Hey, Wil…
If I end up working with Val, I will pay you if I betray her and stab her in the back. I will pay you a LOT, in whatever demonation you want.
Woo. More Fighting. Time to kick some ass – not donkeys, mind you ;>
Is the evil villian Laufeyson? And if you need character help with some of the people in here you can always spend some time reading the roleplays although As I think only Chris of the Brood Manus Dei and I are there so far I’d have to suggest you use Chris Chris first roleplay <a href=http://agora.rpgclassics.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=10105>Finding yourself</a>
Heh…Gigli. That DOES sound like the kinda joke I would make. :hahaha;
And just in case you’re wondering, Wil, the GG doesn’t stand for anything.
Very nice, that was a very cool chapter. Especially know that most of the good guys are know. But I’m sure more will show up later. Anyway, I like what you did with my character (even if it wasn’t much). So keep it coming.
Now where did they say those snacks were?
I can hardly wait to read the next chapter, Wil! Good show!
Heh, thanks folks. I was going to post more tonight, but ended up being dragged into helping some relatives- as usual. -_-
So, tomorrow.
Comments:
*Val, when you find out what the NEXT evil mission I have for you is, you’ll either LOVE it… or KILL me! 8D
*PC: I’m afraid your fate in this story isn’t in my hands, but in the hands of a… Higher Power.
Keep reading… 8 )
*Videosprit: If I had the time, I WOULD have read the roleplays. I want to be fair to all your characters… but I fear I don’t have the time or room. I’ll do my best, however.
You all WILL get to fight, at least, that I promise!
Tomorrow: The EVIL RPGC!!