Macmillan burnt down the funeral home and let out a horde of zombies, help...
Who the hell burns a funerall home?!
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#phm#ryland grace#rocky the eridian#project hail mary spoilers





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Macmillan burnt down the funeral home and let out a horde of zombies, help...
Who the hell burns a funerall home?!
( @ask-pricemillan )
{BASE INFIRMARY : 02:36 AM}
The infirmary was quiet, as usual this part of night... morning? That in-between of time most soldiers seemed to push apart as "a time".
Oddly , not many medics were on shift, which was unusual given the patients within the sterile walls and the stench of antiseptic. Something that also seemed rather odd was how the Surgeon General, Moss, was not in her usual seat. Her tea was there, however it was long cold.
CRASH
A loud bang tore from the supply closet, with what seems to be multiple things falling over at once.
Upon investigation... you find a rather frightened looking Serval, it's back arched as it stood amongst broken bottles... on of which looks rather familiar from a .... Certain situation.. a few weeks prior
The question was.. how did a serval get on base!?
@moss-is-going-insane
(GUYS GUYSSSS)
@f0xinthefield (SPREAD THE WORDDDD)
Owl froze, looking in surprise and crouching down as he tilted his head. “Moss? Is that you?….” He muttered, picking up the serval with gloved hands and doing his best to sidestep the…. Spilled potions. Not noticing the fumes already going up
(Hmmm, should we make it so that the potion is somehow airborne too and gets sucked into ventilation and spreads???? Spreads far n’wide into being inhaled or going onto food and drinks-)
(Pfft animal turning pandemic)
Another open rp ik kill me now
On duty how do we feel. Aggressive? Knives mentioned
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Solo mission, middle of fuck-nowhere, trampling through a forest to find his objective. "Gh..." Albie grunts as he treads through the dirt and leaves, heavy gear weighing him down. But he continues to walk on, looking around carefully as to not get shot. Not the best outcome. After his legs start to ache, Laswell comes into comms with radio static in his ear.
"Krchr - McKinner, found anything yet?" She asks, watching his location and body cam from the office.
He huffs and shakes his head. "Nothing." He mumbles, then stops walking after he hears shuffling. "...Maybe." he whispers and crouches down, trying to listen and locate. Somewhat like a bat, echolocation. "Potential... soldier." He whispers into comms, griping his gun and aiming it at the entrance of what seems to be an abandoned camp house.
He stalks through, clearing room after room before Albie hears small chatter and footsteps, and he quickens his pace to try and find them before they get away. He enters a small supply closet, flashlight on his gun as he aims it in, eyes scattering over the room. "Surrender, you've been found." He coldly states as he stares into the eyes of a soldier backed into the corner, weapon aimed right back at him. "Put it down." He growls out, pointing to the ground. "Now!"
Heard you hurt yourself? How did that happen.
@callsign-fish
«It's classified.»
This is a vampire Au, set in Old londen. OPEN RP))
warning: sexism,
tw; suicidal ideation and thoughts of self harm
Get Owled
- Youngest experiment
- Is very curious of everything and doesn’t have much talent besides retrieval yet
- Very VERY clingy & will become pliant whenever he’s picked up
- Heard you want smthn easy to dress up? He won’t mind and would probably even love having a lot of clothes
- the tiny claws are for climbing high places to be able to see everything
- Tiny one would probably cry at yelling, but he’ll hide it
- Will cuddle up to someone if he sees that they’re upset and would probably draw something for them too
- Occasionally may come back with dirt covering him after gathering flowers with one of the other experiments
- notably a few centimeters smaller than the others
Clover stared at the box and papers on her desk. It was certainitly an item not there before. She tilts her head to the side poking the box suspiciously.
There wouldn't possibly be a bomb in there.... Right?... She paused and read the label on top of it.
'Mini Support Experiment - 0.23.12'
Pulling out the paperwork underneath it she read over it with a raised brow. Everything looked official... She glanced at the box her hand taking hold of the tag reading over it.
"Feel free to name em?.. What the hell is in here?..."
She swore to god if something jumped out at her she would personal go shoot the one responsible for this strange gift. With a huff she popped the box open and took a peak inside. Her eyes widened and blinked at the small thing inside. A doll?
"A doll of the sergeant?"
She tilted her head a bit confused moving a hand to go pick it up. Her hand stopped immediately as she tensed seeing it tilt its head back at her. It moved?
OH FUCK IT MOVED-
Can i lick yo eyes
No, you cannot soldier.