Judging from that answer, probably not. “Hah. That’s not exactly what I mean. Bein’ the kind of Freak I’m talkin’ about isn’t a bad thing.We’re just people…eh…beings with a bunch of powers an’ stuff. Like me. I’m The Christian Brutal Sniper. One’a the strongest an’ most dangerous Freaks out there.”
You wish, dude. You wish.
“…you know. It would be a shame if I…’accidentally’ dropped yeh.” He flashed a grin, then quickly flipped his hand over, only to catch the medic by his shirt before actually dropping him.
“AAH-”
He squealed when dropped into the cloth- scared he actually did fall to his death for a second before getting caught. They struggled with in the pouch and poped up their head up with a frown on their face. Obviously very angry/scared at the man.
I’ve seen a lot of folks lately say that they can’t read rules because they’re on mobile but there is a way and here’s how
Use your phones internet browser and go to the blog from there. Most of the time you’ll see links below the description like so:
Most likely they’ll be a rules page/navigation there and if not you can always go to the blog and add /rules at the end of the url. Usually that’ll take you there. Some roleplayers use /law or /guidelines or just /g but if you can’t find it ask.
There is no excuse for not reading the rules. Don’t approach somebody until you’ve read them.
Learn how to handle rejection and learn fast. Part of becoming an adult is accepting that you will not always receive a “yes” to every request you may have.
Other people have the right to say “no” to you. Throwing a fit, threatening, and/or harassing someone because you didn’t get your way is NOT healthy behavior.
If someone says they don’t want to RP with you, don’t push it. Don’t guilt trip them. Don’t ask why. Say “Thank you for your time” and move on.
The Sniper grinned and walked over to a PA system and spoke into it. “Ey scout, mind bringing me that jerky I made?” Scout said something Patches couldn’t hear but it caused Tarlae to scowl. “I will shoot you where it counts and tell everyone about last week.” That got scout to panic and hang up, and Tarlae to snicker.
While she was on the intercom- he stood up slowly and looked around the table to see where the heck we was taken to. Though the back of his mind did worry about the scout if they knew he was here..
the medic looked up at the nice lady with a nod. “Um..thank you.”
He put a hand on his hip and just watched in amusement as the poor medic flailed around. “Gotta admit. Yer pretty cute. Cute enough ta eat as the sayin’ goes.”
He moved his hand so that the medic would be sitting on it. “Eh. But really. Are you a Freak or somethin’?” Of course, by Freak he meant someone like himself…the group of mercs who some might call abominations…even if not all of them were homicidal maniacs.
The eat comment made his spine shiver as he was placed on the sniper’s hand. He wrapped his arms around his knees to bundle up in paranoia as he had no chance to escape is they did something. Patches though tilted his head.
“Freak?…I mean maybe- everyone else calls me that..”
He was both amused and fascinated as he watched Patches stand up on his hand. He’d always thought normal humans were small but this was really something else.
His face fell a bit upon hearing his words though. “That’s rather sad. I simply can not comprehend ceasing to show kindness to another person simply because they were smaller. Do you not deserve just as much respect?”
“Well…” Patches tapped the tips of his own fingers together- wondering if he should tell him about the whole regentinve effect he has around people so they’d use him as a tool for war or that he was hired by mercenaries in general. He wouldn’t want to scare someone who was actually nice to him. He gulped before looking down at the etching of the giant’s palm.
“Let’s just say where i’m from- I’m a commodity rather than a person..”
“I’ve been in to many to count.” They still seemed nervous as it was strange for a merc to be talking to him than at him. Patches shuffled his feet on the table and scratched the back of his head. “Thank you for taking me away from that scrabble…they always do that when they get their hands on me.”
The Sniper nodded and smiled. “No worries,” she said, standing. “You hungry?”
“ A little…” He hated admitting it but he has no business lying to someone who could whisk him way to do what ever snipers need a healing pocket medic do. Patches sat down gentle and hugged his knees as he stared up at her.
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