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Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

The Raven smiled humorously behind his mask, and raised the stubby barrel of his rifle. The ship had arrived. Workmen were swarming it, unloading crate after crate of bootleg whiskey and beer and hustling to fill trucks as hard-eyed North Side brunos split their attention between the docks and the road. Nobody was giving the narrow gap between the two warehouses a second thought. And soon, they'd be far too busy to think about it at all. And so, still smiling, he angled the broad barrel upwards and squeezed the trigger. There was a dull report as it kicked against his shoulder, and then he was cracking open the breech to eject the spent shell and load the next. Several brunos jerked their heads towards the alley as he fired again. But then the first shell impacted, spewing orange-black smoke into the harsh illumination of the dockside arc lights. Men caught in the smoke began coughing and retching, and the Raven fired again, and again, and again. Confusion reigned as the smoke obscured vision and sent men gasping and stumbling for air. Moving quickly, the Raven slung his stubby rifle beneath his coat, ignoring the uncomfortable heat of the barrel as he drew his automatic. Comfort wasn't important, after all. Just his mission. He erupted from the alley at a sprint, mask protecting him from the worst effects of the tear gas. One gunsel, tougher and further from the center of a shell, spotted him and shouted something as he raised his Tommy gun. The Raven was faster and a tongue of flame roared from the barrel of his blued .45, dropping the gunman in his tracks. Alive? Dead? It hardly mattered at this moment. He wasn't shooting, and that was all that mattered to the Raven as he reached the first truck. Crouching low, he crept along the side of the truck. Metal scraped as he opened the cap that covered the gas tank, and there was a hissing and a flare of crimson light as he ignited his first flare. Chuckling, he shoved it flame first into the opening and ran towards the next truck. A longshoreman stumbled into him, tears streaming from his eyes as he took a wild swing. Who... what are you? Behind him the truck erupted into flame, casting the smoke with the reds of burning gasoline and wood and the blues of burning alcohol. The Raven ducked the wild swing, then danced back from the next. Nevermore, he replied in a harsh rasp, stepping forward and lashing out with a kick to the solar plexus. The longshoreman folded around his boot, then went down as the Raven smashed his pistol into the side of his head. Nevermore.
Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

Mercedes hadnt been watching the lake, because she was waiting on the arrival of Vinnies men, who would have come by car. That proved to be a mistake, as smoke erupted around the incoming ship. Had she missed something? The Raven , she realized, after several more shells were shot off. It was the same scent she smelled when she had pulled up to the warehouse the night before. Then she was in awe, watching him move through the smoke like a phantom, dispatching thugs swiftly. Incredible. She took note of his strategy of creating a literal smokescreen to disorient his targets, and then pick them off, one at a time. This time she was enthralled by the Ravens methods, she wasnt watching the road. Not until Vinnies goons pulled right up, three cars worth. Shit, she had to do something. The fuck happened here? Did someone already hit them? They burnt the fucking booze. Shed lost sight of Raven when the cars pulled up, and she hoped he had found a good place to hide. He was skilled at moving the shadows, from what she could tell, but even hed be hard pressed to hid with a dozen men scouring the docks to find him. So, taking a page form his playbook, Mercedes tied a rag around a jar of kerosene and tossed it, hitting the nearest car. Before any of the men could begin a search for the guilt party, the car was aflame, one man desperately shedding a burning jacket. Mercy moved through the shadows, preparing another improvised explosive. If she learned anything this night, her best bet was to keep moving. Half were distracted by the blazing car, trying to put it out while the rest looked her survivors from the north side gang. They found the man Raven had left alive, and ended him with a single gunshot. Behind them now, Mercy figured she must have been near the alley where Raven started in, when he first attacked, if not in it. She tossed a second light kerosene bomb, hitting another car and splashing searing liquid on a nearby Bruno. His screams pierced the night, as several of his companions tried to put him out. Mercy hoped this would prove distracting enough to given Raven an opening.
Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

Chaos reigned. Normally, that was entirely acceptable to the Raven. It was, after all, how he managed to take on large groups of gangsters. See confusion, and hit and run in the chaos. But that only worked well if the chaos was his doing. And things had spiraled rapidly out of control. He hadn't anticipated that the Outfit would hit this shipment hard and in force. Not with the number of men that North Side would surely have guarding it. But they were here, risking a war to get their hands in the bootleg hooch. Which could work. A war would breed more chaos and drive public opinion against the mobs and their violence. Of course, he had to survive the next few minutes first. Diving for cover, the Raven fired his automatic. The Bruno in front of him cried out as the bullet smashed his thigh, then juddered and danced as a burst from a Tommy gun tore into him. The Raven rolled, twisting out of the path of the falling corpse and the spraying blood, then brought up his gun and fired again. This time, the chopper-man went down. Rolling again, the Raven pulled his grenade launcher out and fired his last shell. Orange smoke and tear gas erupted, disorienting the combatants of both sides. Then he scrambled beneath a still-intact truck and peered around, only to blink in surprise as a car out on the road burst into flames. Men scattered as the driver, now wreathed in flames and screaming, accidentally gunned the engine and crashed into another car. Thick black smoke reflected the bloody light of the burning vehicles. It was a chance. Dragging himself from cover, the Raven sprinted towards the narrow alleyway as another car erupted into flames. A few bullets whined past, and one tugged at the hem of his long coat, but he made it otherwise unscathed. Movement at the far end made him snap his pistol up, though. There was someone else, a figure dressed all in black that left the eyes exposed. So, he said in a raspy voice, I assume I have you to think for this?. The words were casual, but his gun was ready to fire.
Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

Having a gun pulled on her didnt bother Mercedes as much tonight as it had yesterday. Not because the Raven wasnt fearsome with his piece. Clearly, he was, enough so that if he wanted her dead, she knew shed already be dead. Thats right. And you can start thanking me by pointin that gun elsewhere. She didnt bother disguising her voice this time, just pitching it for his ears. He already figured who she was last night, but she didnt want anyone else nearby hearing her. We oughta make a break for it now, while the gangs are busy killing each other. Because despite the way you act, you aint bullet proof. The fighting was dying down, the rhythm of gunfire slowing to a crawl. If they didnt move now, there was a real risk of getting caught, and get caught by Vinnies boys would never end well for her. Nor him, she mused, considering the damage hed already done. So she grabbed his hand, heedless of the gun her still held, pulling him through the alley. Exiting out the back of the passage, they were behind the warehouses now. Safer, but not safe yet. My car is on the other side of the docks. Ill have to make a wide circle to avoid bein seen. Unless you got another idea.
Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

So Mercedes Morello had decided that providing evidence to the newspapers wasn't enough, had she? Interesting. But not anything to dwell on at the moment. Instead, the Raven squinted in an effort to see the scurrying figures behind the burning cars. Another idea? he repeated in his raspy voice. I believe I have one, yes. We'll need to cross the street first, though.. Holstering his pistol, he pointed at an angle away from the burning cars and towards another narrow alley between two low store fronts. There. Turning his attention to the chaos by the burning cars, he pursed his lips in thought. Then he made up his mind. Let's go, he declared, grabbing her wrist and launching into a sprint. Suddenly, as the alley fell away, he felt extremely vulnerable. Mrs Morello was right, after all. He wasn't bulletproof, and his spine crawled with the vague expectation of getting shot as his boots hammered the asphalt beneath his feet. But then he was in the alley, pulling Mercedes in next to him, and the only gunfire was being exchanged by the gangs. I was watching from up there, he rasped, gesturing upwards with his thumb, before they arrived. My bike's around back. I can get you to your car with it.. His mask creased with the suggestion of a grin. Should be faster than circling around on foot.. Glancing back out of the alley to check they weren't being followed, he turned and trotted towards the back of the building. You handled yourself pretty well out there, he commented, squeezing around a line of trash cans. I had no idea you were there, and I'd bet they didn't either. Not until that car blew up, at least. The far end of the alley opened into a courtyard of sorts - an empty space surrounded by brick walls and delivery entrances. The Raven glanced out, then headed towards a low, dark-red motorcycle parked against one wall. Straddling it, he kicked the engine to life and glanced over his shoulder. Coming?
Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

You handled yourself pretty well out there, he commented, squeezing around a line of trash cans. I had no idea you were there, and I'd bet they didn't either. Not until that car blew up, at least. Mercedes was grateful for the mask she wore, hiding her blush at his compliment. I watched you, and how you worked them over. Strike from the shadows, until the darkness is no sanctuary for their dirty deeds. She eyed the motorcycle with a moments hesitation before climbing on behind him. The seat wasnt very big, forcing them very close together. Her arms wrapped his chest and her chest flatten again his back. Hot damn, he was strong under his trench coat. Firm. Nearly enough to distract her from task at hand. Turn here, my car is around back, she pointed out, lips close to his ear. Or at least she figured it was his ear. Between her balaclava and his mask, it was hard to tell. The black Cadillac emerged from the darkness as the headlight centered on it. Gunfire was distant now, and sporadic. It seems that, for the time being, they were safe. Thanks, was all she could manage, clamping her mouth before her fantasy request could escape. Whisk me away. Take me away from the husband who see me as nothing but a trophy hes won, a precious pet bird hes acquired. It was craziness. She didnt even know who he was, not really. How could she trust him? The only thing she knew was that he hated the gangs, enough to launch a one man killing spree against them. That made him one of the few she could trust in her own campaign of vengeance. Even if she could trust him, and even if he were willing to help her, she wouldnt be safe. In the short term, perhaps, but Vinnie would tear apart the city to get her back. Not out of concern or love, but because she was his, and losing what was his made him look weak. Vinnie would never stand for looking weak. Theyd be constantly hiding or on the run. Shed never be safe until Vinnie was powerless. It didnt matter what she might want. She had a job to do first. Still, with a mischievous smile hidden under her mask, she turned towards him. On her toes, she reached up to plant a kiss on his cheek. At least, she hoped it was his cheek. The masks got in the way, but she was sure hed understand the sentiment. Maybe even appreciate it. Until next time, Raven. She left without another word, without another look. Shed lose her resolve otherwise. Vinnie was still gone when she got home, which she had hoped for. He didnt usually leave his mistress in the middle of the night to sleep at home. Tonight, that thought was a relief, as she threw herself into their bed. Letting thoughts of the Raven lull her to sleep.
Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

The kiss on the cheek was... unexpected, and he felt the softness of her lips even through the stiff leather of the mask. Coming on the tail of her having ridden behind him, arms around his waist and body pressed into his mask, hit brought ideas to mind. Not unwelcome, but distracting. He couldn't afford entanglements. Not now, and certainly not with the wife of Vincent the Enforcer Morello. The fact that she had every bit as much reason to hate her husband as he did made no difference. Neither did the fact that she was taking up a similar vigilante role. In fact, that made it even more important to stay away - the more people who k ew a secret, the less secure that secret was. Until next time, Raven, she said, turning. He didn't respond, and she didn't speak further. He simply watched as the Cadillac coughed into life and rumbled away. Then he revved his engine and spun his bike in a tight circle, rearing up on one wheel as he screamed away in the opposite direction. Until next time, Nightengale, he murmured, hoping there would be a next time. Hoping there wouldn't be a next time. Then, frowning at himself, he opened the throttle and roared faster along the dark road. Morning, Marilyn yawned, gripping her cup of coffee like a lifeline as she pushed the door open. Her hair was rumpled, and she wore the same dress she'd worn the previous night when she'd visited the Gilded Cage. How was your night? William sipped his own coffee, and stifled the yawn she'd triggered. Long. I had a meeting, and then Emmett called me with some cock and bull story about the Raven shooting up a bootleg run.. He grimaced, then sipped more coffee. Bullshit - pardon my French - but North Side and the Outfit went at it hammer and tongs, and I was up editing and running the pressed. You? Well, I had a date with several of Chicago's finest, real hot and heavy, Marilyn replied with a sleepy, satisfied grin. Interviewing them at the docks where it all went down, then writing it up.. She frowned. You didn't notice? He shrugged. I noticed I had to do extra editing.... He laughed as she stuck her tongue out. And you turned in the piece on the Gilded Cage, too. Impressive. She shrugged. I had it, and the caffiene was still working. So why not?. Smothering another yawn, she pushed herself to her feet. And now I'm gonna call a cab and head home. I don't know how you keep these hours. Clean living, sis, he replied, draining his mug. Clean living, and imagining the look on Enforcer Morello's face when he gets word of this. Marilyn sniggered nastily. Maybe he'll do us a favor, and die of apoplexy. Your lips to God's ears, sis.. William yawned again. Go on. Scram.
Thread: What would you do/say if game

Okay, here's something that I'm not sure is on the site in some other shape or form. Rules are simple, you answer the question of what you would dosay if you witnessed or were asked something by the person above you. It can be joking or serious, whatever you decide. Then you post one for the person below you. As an example, let's say this was the question What would you dosay if you were told you were suddenly made the most powerful person in any government? My answer would mostly likely be I'd work to rid the government of any political figures whom appear to be out for their own personal agendas and not out for the country they serve. See? Seems really simple right? Now on to the real thing. Ready? Go! What would you dosay if you witnessed you boss or friend walk into a club or office party alone then walk out a while later with any number of menwomenboth on their arm up to ten?
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About time he got laid. What would you dosay if you were given a suitcase of money with no explanation?
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Thank the suitcase of money gods and pay off my student loans. What would you dosay if a gorgeous guy or gal suddenly took you in their arms and gave you the best kiss of your life?
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Slowly blink my eyes open and push my glasses back on my head for round two. What would you dosay if you found the next Song of Ice and Fire book before it was published?
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Spend the weekend in bed, minimally dressed, marathoning through the book. What would you dosay if you round a direwolf pup of your own to raise?
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Raise it as a guard animal and a pet. What would you dosay if you were forced to relive one year of your life in three drastically different ways?
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Cypherxk2 said Raise it as a guard animal and a pet. What would you dosay if you were forced to relive one year of your life in three drastically different ways? Click to expand... I'd say fuck it then relive my best worst year testing three different ways to make it a better year What would you do say if you lost 50 lbs
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I'd be worried that I was ill. What would you dosay if your partner confessed to an affair?
Thread: What would you do/say if game

Probably forgive them provided they made the effort not to cheat again. Otherwise, That's one body that'll never be found. What would you dosay if you awoke to find a character from your favorite fandom in your bed with a matching wedding band on their finger?
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Call myself Mrs. Jamie Fraser and go about seeing what he has under his kilt. What would you dosay if you had a magic paintbrush?
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Paint a doorway that leads to you. What would you dosay if you were confronted by the person you had a secret crush on and they told you they were into you?
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Cry and kiss and laugh and tremble. What would you do if presented with the chance to talk to anyone on Earth?
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I'd probably talk to one of the friends whom I've lost contact with. What would you dosay if you got the the only remaining model of your dream car in existence?
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Drive it like nobody have ever driven. Joking, i'll cuddle my caws and tend to it like the only one in the world What would you dosay if, by accident, you are allowed to the UN speech-podium?
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Sooo...who all here thinks flipping coins, might now be considered the smarter method, to choosing our world leaders? What is the one question you would ask someone, that you no longer can?
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Can you teach me how to be as funny as you? What would you dosay is you realized that your entire life was just a fictional novel written by someone else?
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I'd probably say, Well no wonder I thought I was crazy. This person has no clue how to properly use the 'you too' phrase' and shake my head. I use the 'you too' phrase very awkwardly and not on purpose. lol What would you dosay if you were offered the choice to either live like a celebrity or like royalty? Would you choose to have a ton of money and have the chance to do whatever you want but the drawback is the paparazzi in your face almost 247 or would you choose to have a ton of money and the royal status but the drawback was not being able to do whatever you wanted to because of rules?
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The first one because then I can just deal with the paparazzi. What would you dosay if you were able to tell people whatever you want without any consequences?
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I'd tell three previous coworkers, one boss, one landlady, and one vet what I thought of them and said about them to my husband. Then finish with a hearty Screw you! What would you dosay if you could commit one crime without consequence? Last edited Dec 15, 2020
Thread: ☪ Allion's Rainbow Laced Journal[MxM] ☪

P a g e s o f R o l e p l a y I d e a s ! Open Me! In a forest is a small bottle tossed to the grass, inside a tiny faeMe boy, a little note saying 'Open Me!'. The fae was cursed into the jar many many years ago, and whoever opens it will meet his fate. In the jar is a clock, and a tiny house surrounded by grass. Little butterflies inside. When the person tries to open the jar the fae panics, shaking his head no. His voice... could be heard through the bottle. Maybe they could be friends, with whatever time the boy has left. The Reaper wears White. The Grim ReaperYou is an angel after millions of years and the scythe being passed down it lands in the hand of an angel born from god, who was originally thought to be a human boy. Now a human is bargaining his soul for his sisters, to be the apprentice to The Grim Reaper, one soul at a time. Imperfect. MC is an imperfect dragon shifter finds himself falling head over heals with a local hunter boy, one who kills no more than he needs and admires the rushing river and shimmering lake with a lover's eye. And one day he finds that the man is watching him in an odd form that no human has ever seen. Unexpected Christmas Surprise. A rich manyou finds what seems like a drunken young manme stumbling along the street past midnight. Suddenly the boy faints, on a snowing Christmas Eve the man decides to bring him home, figuring out he was pretty sick, not drunk. Notes There will be an age gap 18 to late 2030. I want this to end up being a cute kind of romance, a young boy falling in love with an attractive man. Then the man falling in love with a cute boy and going through the teenage stage of love, and not exactly enjoying it. I'm a grown man for god sake and he's only a child! Haha. Regaining Hope. A hope-filled young artMe major finds herself working for a hope lost singer, who gave up his dream and instead built a coffee shop. They don't clash well as one is childish looking, young, and spilling with hope while the other is a hard working man, professional, and drained of his. Counting Sheep A boyMe is transported to a special world that is inside of his dreams! In the real world, he went into a coma. In his dream, he is running... Sparks coming from his fingers as shadows go to snatch at his feet, lights flashing and sirens blaring. His shirt covered in blood. What did he do! Mental Boys A schizophrenic boyMe is transported to a mental asylum, he is extremely twitchy, suffers from a few different personalities, talking to himself and his voices. He ends up meeting a phycopathYou, who helps him escape, and the boy even shows some signs of approvements! In the end... The psychopath was a made up illusion from his schizophrenic mind, and he wakes up to get the death penalty injection.size
Thread: Pokemon RP

If we were to do this, i would like the storysmut ratio to be around 7525. So mostly story, and some smut if we want to have some fun later on down the line.
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I've decided to restrict people to play as humans, and people can play as characters from the shows, books, and games if they so choose. Also going to be starting this adventure in Kanto if we get enough people interested.
Thread: Pokemon RP

I would love to join as an ex team rocket member who is the daughter to Giovanni or his right hand man. She would be living as a breedernurse in training and be trying to not catch nor battle pokemon after thinking she escaped the Italian crime family and its organization.
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I'd be interested if you're still thinking of doing this.