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Hey his Flash is now on cooldown. Quick guys, you have 5 minutes to run awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
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Nope. Completely normal.
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Oh man. I was hoping for the Gentleman to take Jeneve's soul prisoner/enslave it or something :< I've never played a damsel-in-distress role before :<
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Oh my gods that voice is pretty. Well, the dying part was pretty much expected; the crumbling to dust bit seemed a little... excessive. Jeneve felt a slight tinge of regret. She liked her body. In front of her - or maybe behind? Keeping track of directions while incorporeal was a huge pain - a shiny golden hand extended out. Jeneve liked shiny golden things. In her experience, things that were shiny and golden tended to be good. Unless it was cursed gold. Then it wasn't all that good. But this shiny golden thing seemed nice, not to mention that it had a pretty voice. She attempted to reach out and hoped it was working. Having no body, it was kind of hard to tell if she was actually reaching out.
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Jeneve stretched out and yawned. That was a good nap. She assessed her condition. Nothing broken, nothing missing. All in one piece. She searched around for Odin and Magni, but they were nowhere to be found. What she did find, however, was that it was raining blood. That was strange. An unknown fear resonated through her as she felt a presence; an incredibly dark, undeniably evil presence. Shivers ran up her spine as she looked around, just in time to see the Half-Orc that pranked her getting sliced in half. Ouch. A small, vindictive part of her snickered at the thought of the trickster who embarrassed her getting sliced apart, but the rest of her shuddered at the sight. No one should have to die like that. She cautiously looked at the adversary which had sliced the half-Orc in, well, half. The moment she set eyes upon it, she averted her gaze. Its armor was terrifying. Half demonic, Half angelic, it was an aberration which seemed to curse any who set eyes upon it. Trembling, she turned away, and noted that the village was surrounded by some black barrier. She frowned. Big black barriers tended to be bad. So, her options were as follows: She could either stay where she was, playing dead, hoping to escape notice, or she could rush into the fray with the rest of the heroes, or she could take a risk and try running through the barrier. Jeneve had a nagging feeliing that the first option would work for about a quarter of a second. The second option would basically be suicide, and the third option may potentially be suicide. That said, potentially fatal maneuvers tended to be much more favorable than inevitably fatal maneuvers. Option three it is. Jeneve jumped to her feet, then made a mad dash for the black barrier, closing her eyes as she approached it.
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Dammit Hukuna. Now I'm tempted to run through the barrier just to see what happens...
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Jeneve slammed into a wall, hard. Pain wracked her body. An explosion of that magnitude had to have killed the Officer, after all the damage it sustained. If it didn't, well, there was nothing more she could do. She could already feel consciousness slipping away. She didn't feel injured enough to die, but she might take a short nap. As her vision blurred, she spotted a heartwarming scene of Odin and Magni embracing, and a bittersweet smile flashed across her face. What she would give for a family... She relaxed, and her vision went dark. (OOC: Unconscious, not dead. 3am here. Sleepy.)
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A net. The Officer had a net. Jeneve hated nets. She hated anything that restricted movement, really. She quickly sliced open the ropes binding her, then rolled away, watching the Officer engage in battle with Odin. As the Officer raised his axe for a devastating overhead strike, Jeneve quickly threw the last of her spare knives at his palm as she closed the distance. Tightening her grip on her weapons, Jeneve jumped forward in a leaping stab, her daggers held slightly above her head, poised to be driven deep into her adversary's bleeding back.
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Jeneve felt the ground beneath her shake as the building began to collapse. Ah, crap. She ran to the side of the rapidly falling roof and leapt to the rooftop of the adjacent building, landing rather roughly. Blood trickled from a cut along her left forearm. She frowned. That was going to leave a scar. There were few things about herself that the Elven thief took pride in, but her flawless skin was one of them. Flawless skin which was now marred. Anger burned in her eyes. Leaping down from her new building, she again slashed the Officer across his back, then launched herself, feet-first, in between the Officer's legs, sliding through to his other side while slashing at his calves. Once she was in front of the Officer, she turned back and stuck out her tongue at him, lobbing one of her spare knives to dislodge the hatchet - Odin's, most likely - which had somehow found its way into his skin at some point. Then she ran.
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Okay. So the big hulking Officer thing just took an axe to the face without dying. What in Graterras was that thing? Jeneve drew her knives and leapt off the rooftop, slicing downwards as she approached the ground, feeling the satisfying resistance of flesh against steel as her knives slashed across the back of the Officer. Without pausing to see the extent of damage, she hit the ground rolling, then immediately used the forward momentum to launch herself into an alleyway on the other side of the street, again jumping to the relative safety of the rooftops.
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Jeneve followed quickly behind the dwarf, darting between alleyways and behind buildings. She was at home in dark alleyways, but these alleys were far too constricting. Who knew a village could be this congested? Frustrated, she ran to an alleyway where the gap between the two buildings was narrower, then kicked off against the ground, launching herself off the walls on each side as she was about to fall, landing neatly on the rooftop. Looking down, she spotted the moving figure of the dwarf, then followed from the relative comfort of the rooftops, trusting the other fighters to keep the enemies' attention (and their arrows) away from her leaping form.
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Nobody said she was going to use it, she just wants to make a quick buck.
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NOW you tell me :< there go Jeneve's plans to steal the sword and run off :<
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FTFY
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I went to sleep and woke up to 3 pages of posts o.O Why aren't the other RPs this fast lol
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Jeneve wiped the sweat off her face. She had been running around, backstabbing the nameless mook goblins and footsoldiers, and was - to be honest - rather bored. So Odin's plan was like a sweet sonnet to her pointed ears. Sneaking around enemy lines, assassination - both things she excelled in. Perhaps the leader would have some nice loot. She liked the look of that sword... She frowned as she noticed the size of the thing. It was huge. Bigger than her, in fact. Oh well. She could probably melt it down and sell the composite metals for a pretty penny. She found Odin in the mass of combatants, sneaked up behind him, and clapped a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Count me in for that plan." She patted the small pouch of coins he had given her earluer . " 'tis only fair that I should earn my keep, after all."
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[OOC/Signup] As Gods Sleep. . .
Code: PIRULUK replied to Chevaleresse's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
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You have learned well, my Padawan.
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Jeneve cracked her knuckles and checked her knives. She tossed the orc (half-orc? Who cares) a glare; all the people looking in his direction made it obvious he pulled the stupid prank with the chair, in spite of his poker face. She would settle him later. Now, people attacking an innocent village, that was a good way to release some aggression. She stretched her back and started bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Well, I'm up for a good fight. Who wants to come with?"
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Jeneve tensed up as the chair was pulled out from under her. Arching her back, she directed the momentum of falling g and back flipped, neatly landing on her feet about a metre's length from the table. Annoyed, the elf glanced around the tavern, trying to identify the prankster.
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Jeneve smiled at the dwarf's flustered visage. She took his hand. "Hi. I'm Jeneve Fahren. Nice to meet you. No offence taken, I often do find myself feeling rather afraid in these dark streets." As she held his eyes with her own heterochromic gaze, she casually reached out her leg under the table and unhooked the loose pouch by the dwarf's side, using her foot to guide it into her lap. "As for why I'm wandering through here; various reasons: making friends, travelling the land," She released the dwarf's hand and covertly pocketed the newly-acquired pouch of coins. "Finding work."
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The elven thief leaned back in the chair, casually taking in the chaos of the tavern. She spotted several potential marks by the bar, all male and all inebriated, but she decided against making a move. These people were poor enough without her added contributions. Spinning her dagger in her left hand, she took another sip of her ale, then reconsidered and drained the mug. Raising the knife, she pricked her right index finger and signed off in blood on the notebook she had decided to use as a journal. Stowing away the notebook in her satchel, she looked up just in time to see a Dwarven paladin walking into the tavern. Wearing a fine suit of armor, his very appearance exuded the pressure of wealth. An ex llent mark. Jeneve sat up and watched the dwarf attentively, watching how he moved, trying to locate his coin purse. As she watched, the dwarf walked up to one of the crowd standing by the bar. She watched as he was embraced and heard the announcement that his father - brother to the tavernkeep - wished to offer a free drink to all in the bar. As the dwarf moved from table to table, handing out drinks and making conversation, Jeneve observed a pouch of coins hanging loosely from the side of his belt. Smiling, she waited for the dwarf to come to her.
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Stupid wynaut emoticon QAQ
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Character name: Jeneve Fahren Race: High Elf Class: Thief Appearance and Age: average height, pale skin, white short hair in a bob cut. Heterochromic,left eye purple, right eye blue. angular face, standard athletic female build. 19 years of age. Personality Overview: Flirtatious, cheerful, optimistic, but secretly insecure and lonely. Tends to be calm and collected, but has a tendency to become emotional in the face of various stimuli. Back story: Journal #1. Hey. This feels kind of weird, considering that I'm talking to a book. Ah well. You, little notebook, are going to be my diary from now on. Heard a couple of round ears saying it was a nice experience, so why not try it out. I guess I should start off with a bit about myself. I'm Jeneve. At least, that's what I call myself. I don't know my real name, I don't know where I come from, I don't know my parents. My earliest memory is of myself stealing a purse from some roundear. I think I was 7 at the time. Anything earlier draws a blank. I don't know why, and I don't think there's much point in finding out. A piece of paper in the purse I nabbed had "Jeneve Fahren" written on it, so that became my name. I grew up a thief. Had to. With no family, no contacts and no friends, only way I could survive was to steal and cheat and kill. I learned the hard way how to run fast, how to sleep comfortably on rooftops, a different haunt every night, I learned how to seduce men into following me into dark alleyways before slitting their throats. I have not lived a good life. I have not lived a moral life. Survival comes first. It always will. Perhaps this diary can help me fill out the emptiness in my heart, the emptiness which has begun to throb more frequently of late. Perhaps. With Love, Jeneve Fahren