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About King Murdoc

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    Reincarnation of Light and Darkness
  • Birthday 03/18/1997

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    Murdoc, Jinouga
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    Lost in the void
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    Lots of stuff. Metal, video games in general, computing, politics, psychology, you name it.

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  1. Plans were laid, groups organized, diviners consulted and agreements settled. The party found their march to the outside largely unhindered; they'd dealt an incredible blow to the House Shienar war machine, and it seemed that enemy forces would rather avoid the demonstrably powerful troop marching toward their base of operations rather than try to bring them to a halt. . . or so it seemed, anyway. A detachment of Asterlux troops followed them; with the siege broken, they could finally spare the help. The sun was cresting the horizon as the party moved through increasingly hilly and rocky terrain. Remains of campsites, hurriedly abandoned, dotted the countryside, growing denser as they moved. The "camp" above the mine, though, was reminiscent of a king's palace. Opulent golden items of all varieties practically littered the area, decorating the squat, practical facilities built outside the mine's entrance. A brilliant red carpet, kept incredibly clean despite the place's status as a mine-turned-army camp, led up to their adversary. A golden dais held stairs leading up to an ornate throne, and on the throne lounged a man dressed in a sort of finery, a (golden of course) goblet full of what looked like wine held lazily in one hand. He almost seemed to ignore the arrival of the group for a moment, gazing into his drink. He took a sip, finally deigning to glance at the party through red, catlike eyes. He leisurely placed the goblet aside, and turned his head to look at them more properly. "Ah, so the mongrels have finally arrived." His eyes narrowed. "As if it was even permissible for them to gaze upon me, let alone - hah! - try to stage some sort of resistance!" It seemed like the so-called King of Heroes was about to burst into laughter at the very idea. "I've no patience for pest control. Begone with you. It disgusts me to even share the ground with you." The ground rumbled slightly, and the "dais" began to raise itself out of the ground, throne and all. Slowly enough that one could reach it, of course, but that may not have been the most immediate concern. An unholy screeching, chittering sound burst forth from within the mines, and the abominations the party had fought previously began to boil outward, a horrific mass of spiked limbs, all-too-human teeth, and unnatural movements rushing toward them. Initiative Status
  2. Plans were laid, groups organized, diviners consulted and agreements settled. The party found their march to the outside largely unhindered; they'd dealt an incredible blow to the House Shienar war machine, and it seemed that enemy forces would rather avoid the demonstrably powerful troop marching toward their base of operations rather than try to bring them to a halt. . . or so it seemed, anyway. A detachment of Asterlux troops followed them; with the siege broken, they could finally spare the help. The sun was cresting the horizon as the party moved through increasingly hilly and rocky terrain. Remains of campsites, hurriedly abandoned, dotted the countryside, growing denser as they moved. The "camp" above the mine, though, was reminiscent of a king's palace. Opulent golden items of all varieties practically littered the area, decorating the squat, practical facilities built outside the mine's entrance. A brilliant red carpet, kept incredibly clean despite the place's status as a mine-turned-army camp, led up to their adversary. A golden dais held stairs leading up to an ornate throne, and on the throne lounged a man dressed in a sort of finery, a (golden of course) goblet full of what looked like wine held lazily in one hand. He almost seemed to ignore the arrival of the group for a moment, gazing into his drink. He took a sip, finally deigning to glance at the party through red, catlike eyes. He leisurely placed the goblet aside, and turned his head to look at them more properly. "Ah, so the mongrels have finally arrived." His eyes narrowed. "As if it was even permissible for them to gaze upon me, let alone - hah! - try to stage some sort of resistance!" It seemed like the so-called King of Heroes was about to burst into laughter at the very idea. "I've no patience for pest control. Begone with you. It disgusts me to even share the ground with you." The ground rumbled slightly, and the "dais" began to raise itself out of the ground, throne and all. Slowly enough that one could reach it, of course, but that may not have been the most immediate concern. An unholy screeching, chittering sound burst forth from within the mines, and the abominations the party had fought previously began to boil outward, a horrific mass of spiked limbs, all-too-human teeth, and unnatural movements rushing toward them. Initiative Status
  3. Plans were laid, groups organized, diviners consulted and agreements settled. The party found their march to the outside largely unhindered; they'd dealt an incredible blow to the House Shienar war machine, and it seemed that enemy forces would rather avoid the demonstrably powerful troop marching toward their base of operations rather than try to bring them to a halt. . . or so it seemed, anyway. A detachment of Asterlux troops followed them; with the siege broken, they could finally spare the help. The sun was cresting the horizon as the party moved through increasingly hilly and rocky terrain. Remains of campsites, hurriedly abandoned, dotted the countryside, growing denser as they moved. The "camp" above the mine, though, was reminiscent of a king's palace. Opulent golden items of all varieties practically littered the area, decorating the squat, practical facilities built outside the mine's entrance. A brilliant red carpet, kept incredibly clean despite the place's status as a mine-turned-army camp, led up to their adversary. A golden dais held stairs leading up to an ornate throne, and on the throne lounged a man dressed in a sort of finery, a (golden of course) goblet full of what looked like wine held lazily in one hand. He almost seemed to ignore the arrival of the group for a moment, gazing into his drink. He took a sip, finally deigning to glance at the party through red, catlike eyes. He leisurely placed the goblet aside, and turned his head to look at them more properly. "Ah, so the mongrels have finally arrived." His eyes narrowed. "As if it was even permissible for them to gaze upon me, let alone - hah! - try to stage some sort of resistance!" It seemed like the so-called King of Heroes was about to burst into laughter at the very idea. "I've no patience for pest control. Begone with you. It disgusts me to even share the ground with you." The ground rumbled slightly, and the "dais" began to raise itself out of the ground, throne and all. Slowly enough that one could reach it, of course, but that may not have been the most immediate concern. An unholy screeching, chittering sound burst forth from within the mines, and the abominations the party had fought previously began to boil outward, a horrific mass of spiked limbs, all-too-human teeth, and unnatural movements rushing toward them. Initiative Status
  4. Plans were laid, groups organized, diviners consulted and agreements settled. The party found their march to the outside largely unhindered; they'd dealt an incredible blow to the House Shienar war machine, and it seemed that enemy forces would rather avoid the demonstrably powerful troop marching toward their base of operations rather than try to bring them to a halt. . . or so it seemed, anyway. A detachment of Asterlux troops followed them; with the siege broken, they could finally spare the help. The sun was cresting the horizon as the party moved through increasingly hilly and rocky terrain. Remains of campsites, hurriedly abandoned, dotted the countryside, growing denser as they moved. The "camp" above the mine, though, was reminiscent of a king's palace. Opulent golden items of all varieties practically littered the area, decorating the squat, practical facilities built outside the mine's entrance. A brilliant red carpet, kept incredibly clean despite the place's status as a mine-turned-army camp, led up to their adversary. A golden dais held stairs leading up to an ornate throne, and on the throne lounged a man dressed in a sort of finery, a (golden of course) goblet full of what looked like wine held lazily in one hand. He almost seemed to ignore the arrival of the group for a moment, gazing into his drink. He took a sip, finally deigning to glance at the party through red, catlike eyes. He leisurely placed the goblet aside, and turned his head to look at them more properly. "Ah, so the mongrels have finally arrived." His eyes narrowed. "As if it was even permissible for them to gaze upon me, let alone - hah! - try to stage some sort of resistance!" It seemed like the so-called King of Heroes was about to burst into laughter at the very idea. "I've no patience for pest control. Begone with you. It disgusts me to even share the ground with you." The ground rumbled slightly, and the "dais" began to raise itself out of the ground, throne and all. Slowly enough that one could reach it, of course, but that may not have been the most immediate concern. An unholy screeching, chittering sound burst forth from within the mines, and the abominations the party had fought previously began to boil outward, a horrific mass of spiked limbs, all-too-human teeth, and unnatural movements rushing toward them. Initiative Status
  5. King Murdoc

    [IC] TTG Chapter 5: Wrath

    Hiroki was having difficulty actually formulating a response; she was already a bit emotionally compromised from the audience, and this was humiliating. She actually refused to accept the proffered assistance for a few moments, futilely struggling to stand and continuing to fail. She stopped for a moment, then begrudgingly and wordlessly seized Grima's hand, levering herself upward to the point where she could actually get her feet under her, then stumbled backward awkwardly. It almost looked as if she was about to topple over backward again, but thankfully Hiroki managed to right herself. "No, it was my fault. I apologize." Hiroki was glad that the artificial voice hid the strain in her speech, because there was a lot to be found in it at the moment.
  6. King Murdoc

    FEF: The Lost Lands [IC Thread]

    N13, hatchet Jona
  7. King Murdoc

    [IC] TTG Chapter 5: Wrath

    The abrupt assault on Grima also reached her ears, as a sort of discordant, electronic screeching sound burst from the figure on impact; the voice changer was thoroughly uncertain in how to handle the sounds Hiroki made upon crashing into another person and falling over. Thankfully, she managed to quiet herself down when they stopped tumbling. This wasn't exactly a savior to her dignity, though; she was flushed red beneath her hood, and before even attempting to get up, she tried her best to rearrange her cloak to cover herself back up. . . which, of course, meant her hands actually coming out from under the cloak for a few moments. After all of this squirming about and squishing atop the stranger, she finally rolled sideways off of her. The cloaked figure tried to stand, but was evidently having difficulty doing so in tall platform shoes.
  8. King Murdoc

    Despair is Fun. A Madoka RP(IC). Paradaisu.

    "Tsukihashi Kageharu. And flying will at least distract them from us, if they look up." Kage shrugged, and stepped through the fence, trying to watch for the aforementioned police. He didn't have any special tricks to get closer to where the victim had appeared, so he started to circle around, avoiding the Ferris wheel and associated buildings for now. Truth be told, he didn't really know what he was looking for; he hadn't actually fought a witch before, and the cops would have already hunted down bloodstains and the like. All he knew was that he was going to look deeper into the park, places where fewer people had been. Maybe the security buildings were worth an inspection?
  9. King Murdoc

    [IC] TTG Chapter 5: Wrath

    The only reply Mommo received was a short burst of static. Hiroki wanted to tell the Giant what should have been obvious; that the time to think about it was now. It was pointless, though, she was just going to embarrass herself and possibly anger Aries. It hurt to admit, but she just wasn't ready to fight a god. And if that were to happen here, there was no guarantee that she would survive the encounter, particularly with Slumbering Giant in play. She turned, awkwardly, haltingly due to her disguise, and did her best to storm out of the room, saying nothing else.
  10. King Murdoc

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Karsten turned around, drawing his revolver in one smooth motion and placing it inches away from Kazuki's face. "Apparently, I didn't make myself clear. If you can't control him, then you end him. And if you can't even do that for me, then I end you." The weapon made a faint clicking noise as the bounty hunter eased down on the trigger, the hammer of the weapon cocking backward. "Do you understand?" His voice was icy calm; he didn't particularly want to kill Kazuki. . . but wasn't exactly going to lose sleep over it, either. Kazuki was in this now; he could have quit already, he'd even had the chance, but hadn't taken it.
  11. King Murdoc

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Ruler The pair set off into the residential area; Ruler felt that it was a less likely place to find people, but also supposed that was precisely why they should search there. She was glad she didn't have to wander around in the rain; she didn't hate it, per se, but it was something she'd always preferred to observe at a distance. It took a few hours of more or less wandering aimlessly but eventually the Hellfire Knight started to detect. . . something. "Master, I can feel a Servant nearby." She ranged ahead slightly, still in spirit form, showing Erica the way, as they drew closer and closer to the mana signature (a quite powerful one) of the unknown Servant.
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    [IC] TTG Chapter 5: Wrath

    Hiroki, for her part, was only getting more incredulous by the moment. Aries seemed dead-set on his path; it was bad enough that one of the gods was doing something so insane, but now others were following him? "Slumbering Giant, you're joking, right?" Her natural voice echoed slightly ahead of the artificial one, her formalized speech pattern breaking down; she was forgetting to keep the act up. She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself despite the pointlessness of attempting to continue the disguise. "This could kill everyone in Tempest, and Cardinal could turn on you just as easily as she turned on Supernova."
  13. King Murdoc

    [IC] Eclipse

    Naomi stayed near the back of their formation for the time being; while she could theoretically get ahead of the group, her inconsistent maneuverability wasn't something that she wanted to put to the test at the moment. Targets are a long distance away. . . going to need to lead them a fair bit. She twitched the nose of her interceptor a bit, adjusting her trajectory - and more importantly, the direction her main gun was pointed. She launched a testing shot, to see how the enemy would maneuver around her fire, and watched for return fire.
  14. King Murdoc

    [IC] ANKL. Part 2

    Secret service? The hell. . . ? The secret service had no reason to be here, unless they knew about Lilith's actual identity. In which case, this woman went from extremely helpful to. . . well, an unknown factor. "Arturia Eberhardt, like I said before. I'm just a student at the Opium Institute." She had a bad feeling about this, but she wasn't sure if it was actually about the woman or just because she had rapidly gone from someone attempting to press her into child prostitution to someone else supernaturally scaring the everliving shit out of her, not long after recovering from a hospital stay. "You're from Nayo?"
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    [IC] TTG Chapter 5: Wrath

    Hiroki took a step back in startlement, nearly falling over due to her disguise in the process. She'd considered not wearing the thing, especially since she knew it was largely pointless due to the very public instances of her being in the ring without it, but it was familiar. It felt safe, even if it restricted her movement. This, though? This wasn't safe. Was this some sort of twisted joke? A test? "Aries," she began in her grating artificial voice after taking several moments to recover, "the Tenth is. . . dangerous. Unstable. She tried to kill her favorite competitor." She kept silent about her own role in that matter; Hiroki, at least, had the assurance that one or more gods would intervene before she actually hurt Supernova.
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