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Nice.

Tomorrow I hope I can do the event.

It won't be a combat one (unless you want it to be), but it will be part of the story line.

yeah Terrance hasnt been to england for a decade, let alone regular at the city

Sorry for taken so long to update, I've been busy, what with my job as a Lion-Yeti tamer by day and Planet Counselour by night.

BIC:
Stix and Peter had been walking for at least a couple days. It was hot, balmy, and (to be blunt) annoying as hell. It wasn't helped by the parties the town of Elysium was sending out regularly. The two of them had almost been spotted by a pair of their scouts a few days back; Peter recognized them as Elysium by their wellmade, aesthetic-focused fatigues. The two of them were headed to Troy, a small, dynamic town where people of all strokes were known to stop buy. Everything could be found at Troy. Followers, vices, guns...

Answers.

That last one interested Peter the most. Stix had spoken to Peter at length about what brought him into Boss Germ's Thrall. He said he was a photographer; he took pictures of disaster zones for a London rag nobody was reading. It paid well though, he said; enough to support him and his daughter. after the disasters started, he figured he'd try to get pictures of disaster right next door rather than off in East Nowherestan. then, when the quakes got really bad, he tried to get somewhere safer. That didn't work out; his daughter died, and he had nowere else to go, and nothing left to live. Then Jerm found him, and he figured he'd join one of the many bandit gangs that plagued post-disaster London. It seemed, however, that Pete was tired of answering questions and wanted to ask some of his own.

"So, where are you from, Stix?"
"Hmm?"
"I noticed your accent before, however I didn't think it pertinent to mention when I was trying to rob you. Me and my manners."
"Hahaha! I'm from upstate New York." Stix changed his happy demeaner to something more serious. "I raised myself in the woods, around Canada's border, living by myself"
Peter frowned. "Don't be a jerk. If you didn't want to tell me, you could've just said so. You didn't have to make fun of me."
Stix looked puzzled "no, I'm not lying to you. I'm a feral child; I ran away from home when I was five, and more or less lived in the forest ever since. I was raised by a hiker who would occasionally visit me in the woods. He taught me to read, write, and just about everything else." Stix looked forlorn, as if he just lost a battle with a repressed memory. "He was the clostest thing I ever had to a father."

"I..I'm sorry." Peter said. They were approuching Troy, it's ramshackle buildings sillhouted by the setting sun. As the pair entered the city, the rsidents looked over the newcomers, sizing them up. nobody in Troy wanted to start a fight, but they all were sure as Sh*t ready to end one. Stix could see it in all their eyes; they'd all seen things they'd like to forget, they would all like to rest; Troy was the closest thing to returning to a normal life, and they would do worse than kill anyone who tried to ruin that for them. "Pete, let's go in there." Stix pointed at a rather large pub "I'm tired, and could use a drink. Besides, I'm tired of looking for people." Stix gave a smug grin. "They can come to us." Stix and Pete enter'd the pub. They paid the barkeep a couple shillings and holed up for the night. Stix didn't know where he'd go next. He didn't know how, but He knew there were important people here. People that meant something. and his gut told him that, If he stuck around, they'd find him.

BIC:...

Whiskey checked her weapons as they were returned to her and took in the surroundings as they entered the city proper ..She was vaguely reminded of life back in L.A....various street venders pushed carts about hocking their goods...and small shops stood open servicing a multitude of colorful people..the sounds and sights a bit overwhelming to her ...but somehow welcome at the same time.
Near the corner of a cross street she spied a tavern,and though it appeared to be crowded,she headed towards it..motioning for Will and Terrance to follow her..
Pushing through the crowd Whiskey came to the tavern entrance...she read the signs posted outside and laughed turning to her companions.." They actually take money here.." she said with some awe.." I haven't seen a place that takes currency in...well years.."..she dug down in her rucksack and pulled out a crumpled wad of bills..." I've been using it for kindling.." she laughed.

Entering the tavern,the trio moved through the crowd,finding an empty table near the back of the establishment...they seated themselves,Terrance's dog curling at his feet.

A few moments later a heavy set woman appeared with a tray..." What can I get for you.." she asked pleasently.,and Whiskey was once again stunned by the air of normalcy here...it was if the outside world didn't exist..

" Do you have beer..?" Whiskey asked..
" Ale?..of course we do" the woman said " Would you care for one..?"

Whiskey smiled.." I'd care for a whole pitcher " she said.." In fact...bring three...I'm buying.." she handed the woman a hand full of bills.

" Coming right up.." The waitress said cheerfully as she moved back towards the bar through the crowd..

Whiskey sighed looking around..." I could get use to this.." she said .

Terrance offered a small crooked grin.." Don't get to comfortable...and don't let your guard down.."

Whiskey stared evenly at the man..." I haven't let my guard down since I was six years old...but I'm going to by damn enjoy this beer..and the chance to sit and relax.."

Terrance shrugged and patted his dog.

A few moments later the large woman appeared again balancing full pitchers and glasses on her tray,she quickly sat them on the table and filled the glasses.." There ya are folks...enjoy...and give a whistle if you need a refill.."

" Thanks" Whiskey said sipping at the foaming beer in her hand and smiling...she closed her eyes and sighed.." God I forgot how good that taste..."

Will sipped at his beer and smiled as well " It is good isn't it...I guess they brew it themselves.."

Whiskey emptied her glass in three sips and refilled it from the nearest pitcher..." Home brewed is fine with me.." she leaned back in her chair and took another sip of the ale.

The tavern filled with the sound of music,and Whiskey glanced towards the corner of the bar...she smiled as she saw the old Juke box...and closed her eyes as the opening chords of " Low Rider" filled the air..

" God..it's almost like being human again." she said.

(sorry for the wait)

Terrence looks around the room, almost like human..... Terrence diddnt think he would ever feel human again. He thought about the people he had killed today, 2 dozen dead, to justify his life.... was it truly worth it?

The dog reaches up and licks his hand, demanding atteniton, Terrence reaches down fondling the dogs head, "thats right Braveheart it is worth it isnt it?", he looks at Whiskey and Will, niether of them looked particularly innocent but he knew they had no idea of how many people he had killed.

Terrence closes his eyes briefly but opens them almost instantly, he could see the blood of hundreds pouring from his hands.

"Whiskey, I feel like I've lost pupose... I need something to do"

They could see Troy ahead, its mighty walls towering over them. It was more than just a habitat or settlement. It was mankind leaving a defiant mark on the ground to show mother nature that she could throw whatever she likes at the human race, but they will always endure and survive. Michael preferred to just think of it as a giant "F U" gesture towards mother nature; that crazy old hag. She'd given birth to humanity a long time ago, and now she was dying and having seizures, and destroying the family she had created. All the life, all the animals..

Mikey shook his head. He didn't have time for this philosophical bullcrap. Troy was ahead, and they were going to have fun. That was all that mattered. The lyric from some old R.E.M. song played on his mind momentarily, "We're gonna party at the end of the world!" How apt, he thought.

The jeep pulled up near the ramshackle gate, and several guards walked over to them. The lead guard spoke first, "Ah, the dwellers in the dark return again!" He joked.
"Joe, you old bastard, you'll never see the last of us," Michael replied, heartily slapping his old friend on the shoulder. "How's life treating y'all here?"
"Not bad; and Mia just gave birth to our beautiful daughter," Joe explained happily, a tear of joy playing on his eye.
Michael grinned, "That's great dude, pass on my congratulations to Mia."
"Won't you come over to ours for some dinner?"
"'Fraid not Joey, we need to pick up some rather specific supplies quickly. We'll only stay until tomorrow."
"Alright, well until next time then," Joe said, waving them on.
"Until then," Mike agreed as the jeep carried on through the gate. They parked it in their usual spot behind the tavern, before disembarking. The heavily-armed men holstered or slung their weapons, before moving round to the front of the busy tavern, and walking in. The place was almost full, save for a few tables at the back. They received glances from a lot of people, but none wore an expression of alarm. Heavily-armed men strolling through Troy wasn't exactly uncommon. Bill and Thomson headed over to the bar to order drinks and snacks, whilst Michael sat down at one of the far tables with Adrian, John and Rick, the latter of whome offered a quick pleasantry to the occupants of the table next to them; two men, a woman and a dog.

Bill and Thomson soon returned, their hands laden with drinks that were received with gratitude by their fellows. The group clinked their pints together, with a "Cheers," simultaneously muttered by all.

Okay, time is up for everybody who wants to go to Troy right now, as later today, around about 4ish, I will do the Troy event.

No deaths will occur (hopefully, well at least none of the people that are being hunted by powerful Reapers), and it should be good.

Cathal looked at everyone and said, "My work here is done." he proceeded to blink out of this reality to another place altogether, leaving behind the earth to its fate. (this is my way of saying im leaving this rp. I wish I could say it was fun while it lasted but I'm not a liar.) Goodbye.

That was.. unexpected..

Yeah, but no, you can't just blink out of existence, I need your character for the Reapers to kill.

Yay

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, but no, you can't just blink out of existence.

I think You'll find I just did. Try and stop me. And I don't care if you make up some bullsh*t about how you decide everything then guess what, I dont care. Go get a life.

Catos wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, but no, you can't just blink out of existence.

I think You'll find I just did. Try and stop me. And I don't care if you make up some bullsh*t about how you decide everything then guess what, I dont care. Go get a life.

Obvious troll is obvious..

Catos, this isn't the first time you've randomly left a roleplay I've been involved in. Although, last time you did so much more quietly. A simple "I'm leaving this roleplay for personal reasons," would've been far better than "try and stop me I'm an internet hardman hurr".

You're leaving the roleplay. Enough said. Goodbye.

Agreed with Dark...



Now's wheres that mod with the banhammer?

WARORK93 wrote:Agreed with Dark...

Spoiler:

Now's wheres that mod with the banhammer?

I agree with your agreement.

Ok, unexpected, why you leaving Catos?

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Ok, unexpected, why you leaving Catos?

More like who cares?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Ok, unexpected, why you leaving Catos?

More like who cares?

There was no need for that, Rule Number One: be polite

FM Ninja 048 wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Ok, unexpected, why you leaving Catos?

More like who cares?

There was no need for that, Rule Number One: be polite

Lets just forget about who we're talking about then, shall we?

Catos was the one who acted in a rude manner in the first place, and it's true, why should you care if he leaves? Personally, I'm not going to miss him, especially after his little 'outburst' earlier.

Now, onto a more positive subject, it's 4PM Kaiser. Gimme event!

Catos you little fether, shut up, and good riddance, you have screwed up every single RP you have been in, and now, to be perfectly honest, I believe you can go to hell for an early visit, as you will certainly be going there sooner or later.

And just for your information, I do decide everything. It's my Rp, and I am the GM, so I say what happens, who dies, and who gets kicked.

Now, on a more positive note, I will start part 1 of the event very shortly.

And guess who's going to die...

Don't waste too many sentences killing his character.

Try to throw something interesting in for the rest of our characters as well; like perhaps a massive Raider attack? That could result in us all defending the city for a few pages, then being charged by the Mayor to hunt down the leader of the Raiders (who have seemingly banded together as one force to try and take all the major settlements). Then we'd all end up in London fighting more Raiders and getting the highly coveted XP and gubbins!

Ah, this is the life for me.

Sorry guys for not posting, been busy IRl.

@Dark: Well done "first contact".

Ooookay...

... goddamn stop reading my mind!

Edited for violation Rule Number One. ~Manchu

I agree

Devastator wrote:Sorry guys for not posting, been busy IRl.

@Dark: Well done "first contact".

You're welcome, but you might want to roleplay your character going into the bar with my guys quickly.. I kinda left her out by accident .

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Ooookay...

... goddamn stop reading my mind!

I CAN SEE INSIDE YOUR MIND MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

blood reaper wrote:Edited for violation of Rule Number One.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I agree

It seems we have a consensus. NOW GET ON WITH DA EVENT. *cracks whip*

Grr, well it will be done by the end of today

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Grr, well it will be done by the end of today

First it was this morning.. then it was 4PM (an hour ago).. now.. the end of today!?

Rage Level: THREE

Dimitri stood in what Marston had called the "Ranger station." it was an innovative construction of slabs of concrete, plates of steel, and a few wooden beams. Needless to say it was about as ramshackle as the other buildings in town but it shared the same solitary strength that had been built into this little wasteland oasis.

Dimitri stood in front of a large desk in a huge room that had many iron barred cells embedded in the walls. A few of these had scummy looking occupants who were either asleep or scowling angrily at anyone who looked at them.

"Is he coming?" Sergei said beside him.

"Any minute now."

"You said that ten minutes ago." Sonya interjected. Dimitri gave her a hard look and she smiled.

Peter was about to say something when the two Ranger walked in, dressed in their usual garb. Marston tipped his hat to the group before speaking.

"Well, Mister Dimitri, I'm glad you decided to join us."

"That makes one of us." Dimitri said coldly. "I'm not here for charity, Marston, if you want us to put our necks out there against those lunatics, it better be worth our time."

Marston smiled. "Of course." He said, Rosco gave him a large scroll of parchment. Marston flattened it out on the table, Dimitri saw that it was a map of the general area. Marston pointed to a feature south of the town they were now in.

"This is a canyon called Pike's Basin, last year, a bunch of miners showed up saying they'd found gold and that area's been thick with them ever since. A lot of them come this way every now and again for supplies and such. As of late they haven't been showing up at all. Last week I sent one of my men to the canyon to see what was going on, truns out, the area's been taken under new management by some raiders calling themselves the "Kockney Krew" and they've made it their base."

Dimitri thought about this.

"So, you want us to help you.....do waht exactly."

"Isn't it obvious Mr. Dimitri? We cant let those raiders have a camp so close to the town, my men have already surrounded the basin but I would like it if you and your people came with us."

"And whats in it for us?"

Marston smiled again. "The mines are full of gold, Marston, and other such rocks, the raiders have lots of fancy toys too. the miner's if there's any left would be most grateful for your assistance."

"Sounds like a party, chief." Sergei said gruffly.

"Yeah it does Serg." Dimitri said with a uncahracteristic grin.

Sonya laughed but Peters eys started to dart.

"Looks like you got yourself a team Marston." Dimitri said. "Lets go stir some feth up."

I am in boarding school you know!

But it is one of my top priorities