Red'sCharizard

Richter took his seat on the chair closest to the bottom left corner of the room. He felt the leaders' gaze on him. His whip was attached to his belt on his left hip. Everyone here was clearly not someone you'd want to cross. All of them had an aura of power that he could feel all too well. He liked the idea of having such good allies, and waited patiently for the rest to take their seats.

Name: Richter Belmont Gender: Male Physical appearance: 6'2 tall, athletic body with good physical strength. Caucasian, short brown hair, blue eyes, small nose. Character backstory: Richter lived a fairly normal life in his village. He went to school, had good friends, and never backed out from a fight. He got good at combat quickly, though he lost as many fights as he won. At the age of 13, his parents told him to pay a visit to his grandfather, because there was something he should learn. Richter went, and his grandfather bestowed upon him the family's whip. He heard stories of the whip a

I'm interested in how this roleplay would look. I'd definitely join

Thomas was deep in thought in the jail cell. Shocked by his cruel fate, he was more silent than usual. A lot of what he was doing was listening to the guards, trying to get a valuable piece of information, but nothing was even remotely worth remembering. Damn... I never assumed such an adamant officer would be on this. I was careless, and ended up here. No matter what, I will never have a clean slate again. I don't know how long my imprisonment will last... gifted are looked down on, my chances of surviving in court are thin. I'm in a huge pinch. Desmond is trying to interact with Abigail,

I have a lot of emulators. Well, 3.

Does Terra's Excadrill still have Stone Edge? Because Excadrill cannot learn Stone Edge.

If we were to obtain points, would it be possible to have those points removed in some way?

"Indeed, there's no other option but to surrender. Just us two can't take on all of those police officers."

Making this decision is difficult

Thomas heard the swing of the sword, and quickly took a step to the side. He failed dodge it completely though, and felt a jolt of pain in the side of his arm, as an amount of skin was peeled off. "Hmph. Well, I tried to reason with you..." He focused his mind to the tips of his fingers and released a sound burst.

"My kind, you say... fascinating. I do not see how anyone without a gift could not cause a mere bar fight. Either way, do not take us all as the same person. Those who started this fight are agressive, admitedly, but that is only due to persecution from those who can live a peaceful life. They are tired of being treated like vermin, which you ignore. Many of those who were in this bar originally just wanted to debate on how this could be fixed through other, non-violent means. They are capable of being normal people, how are you unable to see this?"

Dammit! I forgot that Desmond was in here, I can't just abandon him. The only option is to either fight everyone, or to try to talk the policemen out of this witch hunt. If I take advantage of his distraction and leave, Desmond will have to fight a one-sided battle thanks to being completely outnumbered, and either jailed or killed. However... my gift can shatter glass. If I use it, the dozens-no, hundreds of bottles will explode and incapacitate everyone, although that does include Demond. I'll save that for a last resort if things get out of hand. For now, i'll attempt to talk him out of it.

Thomas looked around the wine cellar, which had no escape route, not even an air vent. There were plenty of barrels, so hiding in one was an option, but breathing would become a problem. The police looking through each one was an unlikely scenario, there was no need to start a mass hunt for the suspect of a mere bar fight. Finally, there was a fair amount of space under the stairs, so if given the chance, he could wait under them, then sneak out, but with so much police... well, the cellar was large. If he waited for them to spread out, it wouldn't be impossible to carry this out. If anyone sp

Thomas quickly followed the man named Desmond into the wine cellar, as getting caught by the police would not give him a good reputation. There's no way they'd believe that he didn't throw a single punch in such a chaotic barfight. He closed the door and started walking further in.

Alright, i'll figure something out.

Dumb question incoming, but right now, i'm not 100% sure where myself and typhlosion (Desmond) are, are they at the front or back of the pub or already outside? My guess is at the far back or so?

Thomas regained full consciousness and became aware of the chaotic state of the pub. He tried to move, but found that his body was nearly weightless and had difficulty moving his body. He also found that he was being carried by someone. "Who... are you?" he asked.

Gotcha. No stress, mate.

Yep, i'm seeing the problem, if the story's going this way... well, it can't be helped at this point.

Alright, I edited it slightly, and it won't interfere with Jakler's post.

If that's the case, I'm not gonna use that anymore, but we'll see how it goes from here anyhow. By passive, I mean that my character is not the type to seek out attention by himself (which I was too late to realize by my last post on day 1 of the RP), so I attempted to interact with it a different way.

Long story short, I needed a more passive way to interact with the RP.

Thomas tried his best to focus on his hearing, when, at last, he heard the voice of someone who spoke reasonably. He did not know who the voice belonged to, but would try to follow it. He tried to get through the crowd that was now hectic and loud, but could not do so and ended up falling over, hitting his head on a table. His vision turned cloudy and could barely keep his consciousness up, but did his best to nonetheless.

I'll need to know: What is meta-ing?