Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
X

Latest Announcements

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
"Because, as father says it, 'Revenge is a poison that rots one from within,'" Drake said. He sighed, "I... I'm sorry for... attacking you."

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
Drake shook his head. Without consciously thinking about it, he told the story of what happened.

"I was angry," he said. "Weyland-Yutani would never have told me where I come from; they wanted me to go out, kill my father, and return. They created me to be a murderer." He sniffled once, then continued, "If there's one thing I despise more than anything, it's being manipulated for someone else's gain." He looked to Amie, anger in his watery eyes. "What did I stand to gain from murdering my own father?" he sobbed. "Look at me - look at what they would have made me give. I never knew why they wanted father dead... I sent them all to the same fate."

Drake all but hissed the last part of his statement. His face bore a look of anger and grief as he concluded, "But then... I met you. The one person that I could never harm; Though I may lift my blade to strike, I can never bring it down on you. But can I trust you? Or will you turn out to be another of those that bends emotion for sport?"

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
Drake half-sighed, half-chuckled. "You sound like dad," he told her. He sighed, then asked, "Did I ever tell you that when I found out what Weyland-Yutani had in store for me, I burned the facility to the ground?"

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
Drake clipped his Lightsaber to his belt, staring into Amie's eyes, never saying a word. Finally, he managed to say one thing:

"I haven't been myself since I met you." He turned to one of the frozen holograms, adding, "Every night since I met you, I've seen your face when I try to sleep. I don't know why or how, but I do." He looked to Amie. "I can only speculate that you are someone tied to my destiny, or that you are important to me in some way I've yet to discover." He walked over and sat on a bench next to Amie. "Most women are afraid of me - either because I'm a dragon-shifter or because I am my father's... unexpected son. Others fear me because of what I have done over the course of my life."

Drake then sat silent, tears welling in his eyes and streaming down his face. "I... can see their faces," he said, "Hear their voices... everyone I ever killed. I try to apologize for what I've done... for what I am... none of it makes me feel any better." He looked up at Amie as he rose. "But you..." he continued, "You speak to me as though we are old friends. You've seen what I am, what I become... yet, you are unafraid. Just minutes ago, I nearly killed you, and you remain undeterred." His jaw shook and his voice quivered as he asked, "Why?"

Skyrim
Oh, joy! A Skyrim RP! I'm in.

However, I am at a loss as to what my character will be - what *is* certain, is that he will be using two of these:

Posted Image

Sorry the pic isn't very big; it's the best I could find. Anyway, those are diamond blades. I'll think up a storyline to go with those blades and my char.

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
///Holodeck\\\

As Drake cut one Columbian down after the other, he became more and more enraged. He left no survivors. When he caught a light in the corner of his eye, he leapt toward it, and nearly brought his crimson lightsaber blades down on Amie. He stopped just inches from her body. His eyes were wide with rage, and he panted heavily. For the longest time, he stared at Amie, keeping his blades where they were, until he finally extinguished them.

"Computer, halt program," he commanded. The computer beeped in response, and everything froze. "Why... are you... here?" he asked between breaths.

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
///Holodeck\\\

If Drake was aware of Amie's presence, he showed no indication. He chose his moment, then let loose a metallic roar, audible for kilometers, and engaged his enemy. The Columbians were pathetic fighters in close quarters, and certainly couldn't hold their own against what looked to be an enraged warrior...

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
"None that I'm aware of," Izanagi responded.

* * *

///Holodeck\\\

While the others conversed, Drake immersed himself in a holodeck representation of 1998 Los Angeles, complete with overwhelmed police forces, warring Jamaican Voodoo Posses and Columbian Drug Cartels, and an unseen Yaut'ja Hunter somewhere in the city.

Drake slowly made his way from one rooftop to the other; he avoided shifting to his dragon form, for the people of this timeframe had never seen a dragon in their skies.

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
"Beats me," Izanagi responded. "But I'd like for someone to go at least talk to him, just to be safe. If I have his facial expression right, he's sad, depressed. What for, I don't know."

"Well, I wouldn't send his father after him," Draco commented. He looked to Amie. "Maybe you should go; find out what's wrong. He seems to trust you more than anyone, right now."

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
(Since when did Zack smoke?)

Drake continued off toward the Holodeck district, to do what he always did when he felt this way - drown his sorrow and sadness in a sea of combat.

* * *

Izanagi then spoke to those present. "From the looks of it, Drake's headed to the Holodeck District... he doesn't look too happy, either."

Dragon'taan: Heart of the Marauder Corps
(Nice to see there's still interest in this topic.)

Drake walked out of the house, shifted to Dragon form, and headed for the Holodeck district. If Amie or any other telepaths in the area could hear his thoughts, Drake felt no indication. All he felt was a depressing feeling.

They barely acknowledge my presence, he thought. They... no, that is not true. They do acknowledge my presence - today's just been a slow morning. Even when Drake reassured himself, he still felt sad. He longed for someone, anyone, to call his own mate... but he had, so far, found none. He felt alone, despite being in the company of family and friends. Just give it time, Drake, he told himself.

It helped none.