mythical roleplay :)

I look up, and sputter out "Hm? Oh, hello... What's your story?"

"Oh, um, I have just been on the run from some hunters..." He neglected to mention his past. He figured talking about demon hunting before all this happened was proably best left quiet.

"Well, Cyrus, old buddy old pal old friend", I grinned, "are you joining us, or what?"

"Well, it seems that would be the wisest choice. If you'll have me..."

"Go upstairs and pick a room, any room you'd like that doesn't look occupied or lived in, I guess."

OOC: You do realise that I can't take any of your posts seriously because of yer fakkin' picture, mate. R.I.P. me.

Cyrus nodded and went inside picking a room in the corner.

OOC: Coming from you... "MOO." I died.

I walked into the house an sat in the kitchen, demanding that one of the maids get me some cake. I put my feet up on the table and sighed. It was a good fucking day.

OOC: You little wank, Moo is the best fucking word ever you fucking what i will beat the shheeeit out of you mate who the fuck do you think you are I'm a freaking royal marine commando I will kick you so hard that my shoe will be lodged up your arse and will have to be surgically removed who the fuck even are you you wanna fucking go mate I'll fucking take you I have the strength of a thousand men so really you wanna fight don't even care if tldr you little cum swallowing bitch nugget i'll tear you to fucking pieces mate you fucking what i will pee on everything you love you fucking toss pot cum nugget bitch

i mean what

OOC: u
fuckin
wot
m8

OOC: 4chan.txt

IC: "I got a feeling about that guy. He just doesn't feel right..."

Walking back inside, I stare at Cyrus. I then look around for my items, again.

"Meh, he seems fine to me. HES SO FRIENDLY! CAN WE KEEP HIM?!", I grinned sweetly, clear signs of sarcasm shown in my voice and facial expression.

*Raze facepalms then sighs* Why are you-----?

"Guys. We really need to look my sword and notepad. They're important to me. Do you know where someone might have left a trail?"

"You don't need to hide, elf," Cyrus said with some audible disdain. He could sense her presence, but didn't bother looking in her direction. Instead he stayed sitting on the bed in his room, staring at the wall.

OOC: fawkes pls

OOC: shut up rude :p
the copypasta got deleted rude Dx

So,lets see.What can i do today*Raze sighs looking out the window*

"Hm, wait a minute..."

Going into my room, I check the stand I used to put my sword.

I inspect the stand very closely. "I wonder if he left prints?"

Cyrus stands and walks over to the windows looking out at the forest, not directly at the elf. "You're not exactly friendly are you?" One of his abilities was to sense the presence of supernatural - their vague whereabouts and mood; not specific at all. He felt her aggression towards him. "I am here because it's safer that way... For all of us." His hand hovered over the hilt of his sword in case he hadn't given her a satisfactory answer.