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Rattus Norvegicus: Shall we?"Mister Basil!" Basil jumped as his name was shrieked so early in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and glanced up at an infuriated looking Mrs Judson.
"What is it?" He sighed. She planted her hands on her hips.
"You have a perfectly good spare bedroom and yet you couldn't even offer the poor girl a bed to sleep in? Really, Basil, your chair?!"
"What the devil are you talking about?" He yawned, sitting up in his bed. Mrs Judson gave him a cold look.
"Miss Poplars?" Basil frowned and then realisation clouded his face.
"Ah! Yes, the girl looking for her friend." He leapt out of his bed and arched his back, cracking it. The landlady winced. "Tell her to meet me at the door will you?"
"She's gone." Mrs Judson snapped. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Left the moment she awoke." Basil sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Why must every rat I deal with be so infernally difficult?" He muttered to himself. Unfortunately, it wasn't so quiet that Mrs Judson didn't hear it.
"In my opini
Rattus Norvegicus: His ReturnAs lightning clashed through the sky, the boys down at the Rat Trap were becoming increasingly merry. They were the only ones to have escaped the police raid, and had soon reoccupied their old hide out. The only henchmen remaining were Red, Bill, Jemediah and Fidget, who had miraculously survived his fall after landing on a human child's stuffed toy, ironically, a mouse. The other henchmen couldn't understand why Fidget harboured no ill feelings towards his former ruler for hurling him from the blimp. They put it down to him having no where else to go.
It had been a week since Ratigan's disappearance, and the majority of them were fairly certain that the nefarious scoundrel had finally met his demise.
Bill, the lizard, was currently strutting around in the long purple robe belonging to the enormous rat, a bejeweled crown perched atop his head. His impressions of Ratigan had his comrades in hysterics.
"'Ere, Bill, do the one with the harp again!" Jemediah chorused,
Rattus Norvegicus: ConstellationsGemini took Basil's hand and shook it slightly, then stepped back. "What do you make of my case, Detective?"
Basil frowned. It wasn't often that client's asked for his opinion... usually because he just told them straight anyway.
"Clearly, she's important to you. My only concern is why she would disappear and only contact you once." He scanned the note again. Then shook his head. "And unfortunately she sent you this a long while ago. Why it took so long to arrive is questionable." Gemini's ears drooped and sadness clouded her eyes.
"How long?" The Detective hesitated. He didn't usually think twice about how he would make someone feel, not until after he had hurt them, anyway, but there was something about this girl...
"I believe that she sent this at least a month ago, Miss Poppy."
"Yes, yes. But..." He sighed. "I wouldn't fret too much." He paused, then smiled as kindly as he could. "We'll find her."
She smiled, then lifted her chin. There was that determination again.
Rattus Norvegicus: Second First ImpressionRuthie looked away from him and blushed again. God, he was having such a weird effect on her. She bit her lip.
She just wanted to be accepted, really.
Ratigan raised an eyebrow when she turned away from him. There was something very strange about this girl.
Strange, but endearing.
She looked back and hastily composed herself.
"So, ah... you're a Doctor?" He hadn't counted on being asked this.
"Yes..." He answered uncertainly.
"What kind of Doctor?"
"Er... A Doctor of... Psychology, my dear." This wasn't strictly untrue.
He knew a lunatic when he saw one.
"Ah." Was her short response.
Yes. She was an odd one.
There was a long pause.
"I wasn't always this poor." She said quietly. He was surprised she had said this.
"No. I... I'm not from around here."
"Surrey." He said bluntly. She blinked.
"How did you know?"
"It wasn't difficult. You have a slight accent, Miss Rutherford." He smiled, his teeth bared. She had to admit that in the pit of her stomach she felt a little wa
Rattus Norvegicus: The ClientBasil sat in his chair as the fire crackled. He was hunched over, his knees pulled up to his chest, one hand dangling over the chair arm, brushing the top of his violin lightly. Sleep had a way of eluding the Detective, but tonight he'd finally caught up with it and was embraced in a peaceful slumber. Basil wasn't much of a dreamer. He would never admit it, but dreams were the one thing that gave him some form of reality. Sometimes his waking life was like a dream. And so his night-dreams were reality to him. He would never admit it, but when he occasionally had a dream, he loved it. It was usually a picture of another life altogether.
Plus it was something to analyse.
Tonight he wasn't dreaming. Tonight was simply a night of sleep. Of the warmth of fire caressing his body. He was content in that chair. That chair had become his friend throughout the years of cases. It had seen him laugh, cry, curse, experiment, concoct, scheme, make music, his dramas, his highs, his lows, his needs, h
Rattus Norvegicus: So... you.Ratigan stood and glanced down at himself. He had never worn anything nearly as horrifying as this, even as a child raised in the sewers. He shuddered again. God, he hated his background. He was even more disgusted at the sight of his own feet. Even in his wealthiest of years, catching sight of his feet would make him feel sick. He had resorted to always wearing socks, even in bed or having a bath. There generally was notjing wrong with his feet, at least not to others, but they were a reminder to him of what he really was. A rat. There was nothing he could do about them except to cover them up. The same went for his hands. The two pairs from his body he despised the most, all because they were completely unchangeable. His tail didn't bother him so much. He hardly ever saw it, so that was good enough. But now every inch of him had been exposed. He knew what he was. He was a dirty, common, vulgar sewer ra- "No!" He spat aloud. He trembled with rage, contempt for his own being building.
The Stork's Nest Pt. 1Yalda strode into the director’s office. He looked up quickly from his computer, then turned to a keypad on his desk, hitting a few buttons. A quiet but perceptible whirring started. He turned to Yalda and smiled, crossing his arms on the table.
“Agent Isa, hello,” he said.
“Captain,” Yalda nodded, standing straight with her hands behind her back. “We’re alone?”
“We are now,” the captain said, unlocking his desk cabinet and putting a manila envelope on the table. “This is an assignment of the upmost secrecy and importance. Have you heard of The Stork?”
“The Stork,” Yalda repeated to herself. “Only rumors. It’s the alias or codename for an organization that’s been found in connection to gangs, dictators, and terrorist groups across the globe.”
“Not rumors, and not an organization,” the captain said sternly. “One person, funneling billions into one big slush fund.
PMD-U Team Melting Pot Official Written AppRESEARCHERS GUILD: Team Melting Pot
Date Joined: 9/30/13
Current Funds: 6 St
-Characteristic: Somewhat vain
Gender: Male Age: 26
Ability: Immunity- Is heavily resistant almost to the point of being fully immune to most toxins and is not easily poisoned by any stretch of the imagination.
Strength: 2 Agility: 3
Intelligence: 2 Charisma: 4 (2+2)
Total Points Left: 1/10
Type Bonus: Normal -> Charisma
Hone Claws- He scrapes his claws together to make them cut better, although this does not allow him to cut small trees sadly.
He tends to do this between his strikes with his claws, making his claws progressively more and more potent.
Shadow Claw- He manifests his feelings of anger/grief into his cla
All About SamanthaGeneral Information
First Name: Samantha
Middle Name: Zariah
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy
Code Name: Nekomancer (Alter-ego), Kittymeowton (SoT)
Race: Caucasian/ Japanese
Species: Human Neko (cat shapeshifter)
Birthday: February 17th
Star Sign: Aquarius
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Nationality: American/ Japanese
Languages: Japanese, English
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
Height: About 4'5"
Weight: 82 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Face Shape: Rounded
Hair Colour: Red
Hair Length: Long
Hair Style: Down
Eye Shape: Asian (though I don't draw it like that >.>;; )
Eye Colour: Aqua green
Body Shape: Average but with a pudgy belly
Waist: Slimish, pudgy belly?
Breast Size/Chest :
Mnemosyne's Biography ((Unfinished))
"I was always told that there are four things you can't recover; The stone after the throw, the word after it's said, the occasion after it's missed and the time after it's spent."
~Kyrie Mnemosyne "Mnemo" Sears
~Kyrie ((By Ava and Kyoya))
~Mnemo ((By Mostly Everyone))
~Sears ((By Kyoya))
~Memo/Nemo ((By Yu and Kenta))
~Westchester, New York
((May 19th-Taurus/Gemini cusp))
~Jamestown, Rhode Island
~Mnemo has natural long white hair (often mistaken to be a shade of lavender). While she is working, her hair is held out of her face with a headband or a bandanna. Her bangs are long and covers her forehead, sometimes getting in her eyes. She sometimes has
DEATH BATTLE!!! Host Royale - The GentlemanCecil/The Gentleman
Voice Actor: Cecil Baldwin (Welcome to Night Vale)
Bio: The Gentleman's origins can be traced back to the untamed wilderness of Canada, where an ancient cult of chaos deity worshippers - sacrificing man and moose alike - had used a human baby as the vessel for a summoned force of pure destructive malevolence, an entity the cult had dubbed "He Who Waits in Shadow." Believing that the baby had become the entity's incarnation, they raised him to become their dark herald, their Antichrist, the world's great destructor and ruler, he who would embody their ideals and rise them to greatness. In the upper echelons of society, the young lad - Cecil, his human name - was taught everything from good manners to proper etiquette, from history to politics, from attending law school... to learning the dark arts.
There was one thing, however, the cult did not cons
For your kind words.Where would I be?
To to these right here
I don't hate you.
I love you. I love your cats, your RP skills, your stories, poems, posts. You being online is a treat. A true, honest treat.
You are not alone. You are important, beautiful, talented, wonderful, and heck, YOU ARE DAVE FREAKING EXCLAMATION MARK YOGNAU(GH)T AND YOU HAVE THE BALLS, GODDAMMIT.
So stay strong, keep your head up, because you are loved. You should know that.
And the stuff that made me smile that you would beat the crap out of some one for me.
I dont hate you D:
u draw fine
let to fucking bitch tell u that shit //hug
the little things you do tell me you care.
talking to me.
liking my art work.
Or just looking at my waste-of-time rants.
You make me smile.
your more then just friends, no not at all. Your my sisters.
and to the people who just notice and say something
ooh, You should be a poet. I put this to a lit
Name: Phoenix Ashlynn
Title: Princess/Queen Blooming Phoenix
Birthday: September 16th
Zodiac: Virgo, Dragon
Friends (ocs): Ailana, Indigo, Nikisha, Alyssa, Andie, Alexis, Terreno, Siena, Jack
Friends (not ocs): Elsa, Anna, Sora, Kairi, Sandman, Demyx, Kowalski, Xigbar, Rufioh, Marluxia, Soul Evans, Helios
Relatives: Victoria (Sister, Queen of the Dragons), Tyler (Twin Brother, Prince/King of Earth, or as a joke, King of Cheese and Minecraft)
Love interest: Death the Kid (Soul Eater)
Personality: Cool, stubborn, tough but nice, pushy, loud, outgoing
Occupation: Heroine, Queen/Princess
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AaLdP8Kd_8
Hair - Chestnut brown with a purple streak
Eyes - Violent red
Skin - Dark/tan with freckles all over her face
Hair: Phoenix's Queen/Princess hair is tied in a side braid and a braid t
Raven Loar -Criminal Minds-
First Name: Raven
Middle Name: Melody
Nicknames: Rave, Mel, Cupcake(Teammates)
Code Name: Agent Loar
Birthday: Oct 12
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Languages: knows many languages, and can learn fast. Known by others are English, Italian, Spanish, Japanese and Turkish.
Skin Tone: Pale
Blood Type: AB
Hair Colour: Red-ish brown
Hair Length: Long
Hair Style: Normally keep in a braid tied around her head
Eye Colour: Blue
Right Handed or Left Handed?: Left
Scars: Two scars on her shoulder blades, rope burns around her neck
Tattoos: A little ancer on her left ankle.
Piercing: ears (many on her ears)
Personality: This depends on who you are and if she knows you and/or likes you or not.
The most important part of her perso
Death Battle Tag Battle: Samus/Pikachu
Bio: When Samus went through an anomaly to the Tag Battle Event, she discovered a face that looked strangely familiar to her. Pikachu seemed to be in a similar state, for when partners were being assigned, they chose to stay together. In the situation of possible dimension collapse, they had no choice.
Intro: Samus rolls into the arena in her Morph Ball form, then springs back out to her true form and cocks her arm-cannon. Pikachu then lands on her shoulder, getting her attention, smiles as he says "Pikachu!", then springs off her shoulder and crouches down on all fours, ready for battle. Samus nods, says, "Nice to see you're ready, too.", then aims her cannon at the enemy.
Samus is all about ranged attacks with one or two close-range attacks in case things get ugly. However, she lacks mid-range attacks and truly-effective close-quarter at
Gina OC Biograpy
Species: Mobian: Hedgehog
Hair color: Orange
Fur color: Brown
Eye color: Red
Powers/abilities/styles/gifts: Gina is an expert at any type of 'boarding': Hoverboarding, Skateboarding, Snowboarding, Sandboarding, Surfboarding etc, due to the fact that she has astounding balance skills. She only has the skill of flight because of her frequent use of the hoverboard. She can fist fight quite well, but she isn't very strong or fast, so capturing her would be easy if it weren't for her friends keeping an eye out for her. Capturing her becomes hard once she is 'boarding'.
Weapon(s): Miniature guns on her hoverboard.
Birth town: Unknown
Previous towns: Space Colony ARK
Current town: Angel Island
Birth allegiance: Neutral
Previous allegiances: Neutral
Current allegiance: Hero
History: Gina was discovered by Dr. Gerald Robotnik and taken to the Space Colony ARK where she was studied extensively until the invasion of the ARK in which Maria Robotnik
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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