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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 11, 2013 16:38:35 GMT -8
Get Your Game On! -It's on like copy written catchphrase.-
Format:
Single/Double/Teams (Each person must fulfill the word requirement, and one person can only submit one entry.)
Reward:
+4 EXP, or $1,200
Scenario:
What if your character was in a video game? What game would he or she be in? A Role-Playing Game? A Fighting Game? A Racing Game? The choice is yours.
Requirements:
- 1,000 word minimum
- Your character is to live and thrive in a video game of your choosing, whether as the main character, a major character, or even a minor character.
- You are to roleplay what occurs in a typical day of your character inside the world of the video game you chose.
- Please, keep it site appropriate.
This Monthly Event ends on: Monday, December 2nd, 11:59pm PST. 12:59am MST (Dec 3rd) 1:59am CST (Dec 3rd) 2:59am EST (Dec 3rd) 7:59am GMT (Dec 3rd)
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Post by Abram Dabra on Nov 30, 2013 19:39:26 GMT -8
"Alright! What a payday!" The Punk smacked the wad of bills against his open palm several times as he walked away from his last job. Some stupid fetch quest for this old man. Easy as pie. Basically just wanted him to collect ten pieces of scrap metal from various heaps of rubble nearby. The Punk didn't even have to go far to find the rubble. It was probably the easiest job ever, he was ever thankful for the lazy and inept people of the world. Especially those with disposable income! However misfortune was about to befall our protagonist as in the midst of his self gloating the wind picked up with such a force that had never been seen before by the young man. The wad of cash ripped out of his hand and spread out on the wind. Giving chase with outstretched hand The Punk tried in vain but the bills were moving up and all over the place. "Oh fuck me if I'm gonna let my hard earned cash get away like that!" The Punk launched himself forward with a mighty leap onto one of the piles of junk. Grabbing one of the bills that had landed on the heap before rocketing forward on to another higher platform to grab the sweet collectible cash. He nodded to himself with a smirk on his face hidden by his helmet. He could do this. He would just have to leap from each platform and collect the items that had blown away. Simple really. Running forward on the platform that he was on, which was made of an old high beam he leaped from the edge arms flailing as he tried to judge the distance, no way he could make the jump he was in, but he squeezed his right hand and the winch on his back fired, hooking onto a protruding piece of building above and allowed him to swing to the next platform. Unwinding as he ran forward, trying to stay stable as the beam he was on began to wobble. It wouldn't hold his weight for long. "Gotcha!" He exclaimed as he grabbed the third One Hundred Dollar Bill that had somehow impaled itself on a strip of metal. No sooner did he exclaim victory that the beam he was on fell. "Oh shit!" He cried out as he jumped and shot forth his winch once more to hook on to something and swing him around in a wide arc, his feet running against the side of a building to keep giving him momentum before he jumped off of the wall. Clenching his teeth and outstretching his hand to snag the fourth bill that had escaped him as it was still flying through the air. "Ha!" There were still eight more to go though. Swinging on the cable he made his way to another platform which he awkwardly crawled onto, cursing his short legs the whole time. Once he was on the platform he scrambled up, careful to balance his weight so this platform didn't fall over like the last one. Thankfully this ledge seemed to be much more stable. And as luck would have it there was another one of his dollar bills just laying there. Right out in the open, it was calling to him so strongly it was almost glowing. His eyes gleamed with a greedy fire. Scrambling forward he snatched up the bill as the ground under him began to crack. Looking down he scowled. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" And the floor broke under his feet, sending him crashing down to a ledge outcropping below. And with another bill floating in the wind in front of him! "I don't know if this is my lucky or unlucky day." But he knew what he had to do. Taking a few steps back before running forward he launched himself for the bill, reaching out a hand as the other balled into a fist, the winch firing upward to impale into a thing of rubble and help him to swing to another platform. Just a little bit richer. Once his feet were on stable ground, ground he was sure was going to stay stable he paused to look around and figure out just where he was. Ruined sky scrapers around him. Old Hi Rises, it explained the abundance of platforms for him to use. Really this was the ideal place for him to do this. Certainly better than an open field where he would be fucked. The wind continued to dance and float along and with it he saw yet another bit of his money flying by. But with no good spot to hook onto he couldn't get it yet. He punched one of the beams in frustration, and he didn't even think he hit it that hard but the whole building he was in began to groan and rumble. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" He started to run down the hallway, through what were once offices as the building started to collapse behind him. Looking back to see it gaining on him his feet pumped ever faster and faster, a never ending stream of obscenities flowing from his mouth in an elegant poetry of filth and distress. Hopping over a desk here, sliding under a collapsed beam and through a doorway there. Just barely clearing the gap with his helmet. The bill floating along outside the building as if mocking him. Continuing along the same path. The building seemed to end abruptly, like a huge chunk of it was bitten off and The Punk stood outside once more, with the building collapsing around him, the floor under his feet threatening to give way and the final bill flying by still caught in the wind. "Oh fuck me." He ran forward and leaped from the roof, both arms outstretched as he screamed in fear. The winch firing out as his hand clasped the last bill. His body continued to fall as his winch flew forward, finding hold in a piece of wall and allowing The Punk to swing with his feet just barely missing the ground. He let out a sigh of relief. But the relief was short lived before he slammed through a wall, and then being pulled back out by the winch. His barely conscious body dangling in the air as the winch started to pull him up. His rattled mind picturing a Game Over screen as he swung gently back and forth. OOC: 1081 words. And I'd like the cash thank you.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Nov 30, 2013 22:01:19 GMT -8
[ooc: Kinda didnt follow the rules to a T but...whatevs!]
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"Alright, alright, off the bus..."
Olesya shrugged, getting up from her seat and making her way to the front of the bus with three of her fellow vault hunters. As she's about to reach the front, a vision pops up in front of her eyes, and a woman speaks to her. She gasps, but keeps walking as if nothing strange was happening, just like the woman instructed. She was a Guardian Angel and wants to assist her.
"Ohhhkay. Off to a great start."
She muttered to herself as the vision faded away. She shook it off and joined the men who appeared to be talking to a little funny looking robot. He introduced himself as C-L-4-P-T-P, or, Claptrap. Ironic, because the little robot didn't seem to clap his trap. He was of use though, giving them each a monitoring device coutesy of the Dahl Corporation. Les had heard of Dahl, they were a gun manufacturer primarily, but must have a market in combat wear as well. It showed them their ammo count, compass direction, and overall health. Hmm, not bad.
The funny little robot lead them to a very tall gate that seemed to go around the entire, what...compound? Was this supposed to be a town?! Olesya looked to the decrepit sign: Fyrestone it said in faded letters, followed by a spray painted 'PISS OFF.' It wasn't hard to guess who graffiti'd the sign.
"WAHOOOOOOO!!!"
Raucus yells could be heard in accompaniment with motor revving and the sound of wheels sliding on dirt.
"BANDITS!"
Les ducked behind a piece of corrugated metal sheeting as bullets flew through the air. She unholstered her SMG and checked the clip. It was full. Once the bandits retreated farther into the compound, Clap Trap opened the gate for them. Les looked to her companions with a 'You ready for this?' look on her face, before nodding and stalking off into the territory, crouched low and gun barrel up.
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"If you could just turn on the power for us, I'll put the waypoints on your map."
"Can't you do that yourself?"
The man named Scooter shrugged, spitting into the spitoon at his feet. Gross. Les sighed, looking to the waypoints on her Dahl console. One at each entrance, one on the roof, and another tucked behind somewhere. Great.
"I'll take the rooftop, you boys get the other three."
She tucked her SMG into her holster, jumping up onto a dumpster and hauling herself up onto the balcony of one of the decrepit buildings. She took a couple quick steps and leapt over to the next building over, steadying herself on the rickety railing for support. She walked over to the generator, and flipped the switch. Nothing happened. Les looked at it, bewildered for a second, before hauling off and giving it a swift kick. The worn machanism roared to life, pumping electricity through the equally worn looking cables.
"Yeesh. I hope no one gets electrocuted."
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The same sleepy, dingy town...New Haven. It was under attack. Hyperion had grown strong and arrogant following the vault discovery, and was cracking down on hovels like New Haven. Les and her comrades had opted to aide the civilians caught in the crossfire.
"Duck!"
She dove out of the way of a GUN Loader crashing to the ground, tackling Scooter and a whiskery man he was talking to. She phaselocked, sending a corrosive blast at the loader as she disappeared from view. She ran behind it, reappearing and sticking a sticky blast grenade over it's center panel.
"TAKE COVER!"
She shouted, diving behind the bounty board as the Loader exploded into a dozen firey pieces. Roland skidded into the scene, taking cover behind the bouty board as well, setting up his turret to shield them and target incoming buzzards.
"This is insane."
"There's too many of them. We need to evacuate."
"What about the Crimson Raider's camp? Sanctuary?"
"You really wanna bring them there?"
"Do we have a choice?"
Les frowned, he was right. And it could possibly lead to a bunch more recuits that way. She nodded, pulling up her ECHO device to contact Brick, Mordecai, and the rest of the Crimson Raiders with the new plan.
"Brick, Mordecai, do you copy?"
There was static, before a big, doofy voice answered. Followed by a strained tenor.
"Yeahhh I copy."
"Make it quick, I'm dyin' here."
"Full retreat. Get the civilians out of here and back to Sanctuary."
"All uv'um?"
"As many as you can."
"Got it."
Les looked to Roland, who was scoping out potential escape routes. His gaze lingered on the roof above Marcus 'Munitions before returning to his comrade. Les followed his gaze, spotting the trapped civilians in the upper floor. The bottom floor, with all the gun powder, had been set ablaze.
"I'll get the civs on the roof, you secure a route to the exit."
They parted ways, Olesya running toward the building as the dug in her pocket. Eridium. She ate the mystical stone, which tapped into her Siren powers and ignited them. Phase wings sprouted from her back and she rose to the roof, landing on the rickety balcony. It wouldn't hold for long.
"C'mon! Hurry up!"
She waved the civilians toward her; a mother and two shabby looking children. She grabbed onto them, phasing out of New Haven and into safe territory about a mile from Sanctuary. Les sighed, checking her compass.
"Well, I was aiming for the gate, but...close enough. Let's go."
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Life had settled among the refugees from New Haven, having been uprooted and finding new homes in Sanctuary. Soon after them, civilians from Fyrestone, the Salt Flats, Lynchwood, and the Highlands had joined them, as well as some outlying regions. Luckily there had been room to expand Sanctuary from its small bunker and headquarters to a full blown, shielded city.
Les stood on the balcony of the Crimson Raiders HQ, overlooking the ragabond city. Footsteps sounded on the flagstones, and Les looked back to find Roland joining her.
"You left dinner kind of early. You alright?"
Les nodded, looking back out on the town center, her hands resting on the railing.
"Yeah, I just needed some air. There's a lot of changes happening, it's enough to make your head spin, you know?"
Roland placed his hand on hers, shocking her from her daze, as she looked up at him. If her head was spinning before, now it was absolutely whirling. His calm chocolate gaze looked down into her confused yet curious golden orbs. There was a dizzying smile on his face, that slowly made its way to Les's face as well.
"I know exactly how that feels."
He said in an amused fashion, leaning in to kiss her. After all, there was only so many life threatening adventures you could be in before you started to bond with your fellow adventurers...and some bonded more than others. What was it, Love in the time of war? No, it was Love in the Time of Cholera. Well...close enough. Les didn't actually care enough to make a valid metaphor. She had a hunky soldier to kiss.
Word Count: 1187
+4 EXP PLEASE!
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 30, 2013 23:27:39 GMT -8
LUCIEN PLAYS THE STANLEY PARABLE.
This is the story of a man named Lucien. Lucien worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee Number 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month and every year, and although others might have considered it soul-rending, Lucien relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job.
And Lucien was happy.
And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Lucien. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened - this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Lucien found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.
”.....Hello? Who is speaking?” Lucien asked, looking around, trying to find the source for the narrating voice. It wasn't an unpleasant voice, a sort of soft, calming British accent with a storytelling tone. What unnerved him was the fact that the voice was narrating some sort of story where he was the main character. And, it seemed to have some sort of path planned for him, seeing that it just said that he stepped out of his office. Lucien realized something, then.
”How did I get here?” His question would ring in the air, unanswered. It seemed like the narrator only said things to continue the story. Hesitantly, Lucien stepped out of the small rectangular office and noticed a large room, with cubicles lining the walls. There were several doors, but the only ones that were open were the one to his office and the door directly across the room from Lucien.
“All of his coworkers were gone, what could it mean? Lucien decided to go to the meeting room, perhaps he had simply missed a memo.”
”Why are you narrating me? What is this?” He called out, knowing that, since there was indeed no one around, it was only the ethereal voice that could respond. It didn't seem to come from any one source, or he would have assumed an invisible person behind him, following him. Rather, it seemed to come from nowhere, it was just there.
Lucien looked around the room, there was a window to his left, by some computers. Passing by the computers, he noted that they had some pretty elementary programming, as if they were only for data entry. One of them even said 'waiting for input'. Lucien didn't want to touch it, since the computer was on a cubicle marked for a different employee. It would be impolite to tamper with anything.
Looking out the window, Lucien could only see white. It was like there was actually nothing. Was this a dream? Something like the Regulation? Or was he really inside this impossible space?
Silence hung in the air. Lucien guessed that he had to continue the 'story' in order to continue, since there was nothing here that would give him any clues as to how to escape. Maybe if he found the ending of the story, he would be freed..? On his way on to the next area, Lucien bumped one of the keyboards of the computers, and a key was pressed down. Lucien sheepishly rearranged the desk to its undisturbed state, and looked up to the monitor. It now read 'input received'.
Emerging in to the hallway, he turned a sharp corner, and saw another large room of cubicles. It was almost exactly the same as the other one, with exactly the same layout of cubicles. In place of the window there was a mirror, and in the centre of the room was a large photocopier. Lucien's eye twitched at the sameness, but no narration came. He decided that this was probably just a room to pass by as well, since there was nothing to guide him further. Striding across to the identical open door, then through a hallway with a large filing cabinet, then a corner and more hallway... Still no voice. Lucien sighed in relief, it seemed to have left him. That was close; he was almost clinically insane. Confidence in his sanity restored, Lucien strode through the open door at the end of the very linear path of hallways, seeing two open doors in front of him.
“When Lucien came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.”
Lucien winced. Looks like he spoke too soon. ”And what if I don't want to enter the door on my left?!” He snapped at no one. Yes, he was going crazy. If there was anyone else around, they would have grounds to incarcerate the man. Nonetheless, there was two open doors. Did he have a choice...? What if he defied the narrator? Could he only leave if he obeyed? Lucien stood there pondering the situation for a while, glancing between the two doors. Finally, he decided it would be better to try and follow the narrator's path. After all, if the game ended, he was done...
Entering the door on his left, he found that it closed immediately behind him, causing him to jump slightly. Or at least it would have, if he was able to jump...
He tried to jump several times, but each time found himself unable. After about ten failed attempts, a slight popping noise occurred, and Lucien took this as a sign that his legs were indeed stuck to the ground. The fact that he could walk was miraculous.
Following down another set of linear hallways, he came to what he assumed was the aforementioned meeting room. Whiteboards, and a projector, and a large rectangular table with business chairs around it, even papers scattered on the desks. But still not a single sign of life.
“Yet, there was not a single person here, either. Feeling a wave of disbelief, Lucien decided to go up to his boss' office, hoping he might find an answer there.”
This was getting crazy. Was he just being led on a while goose chase? He looked around the room, there didn't seem to be any clues as to his purpose here, other than the absent clicking of the projector through different slides relating to office politics. He sat and watched it for a moment, until it came to a slide that had a single chart, entitled 'number of charts on this slide'. At that point he thought it healthier to move along.
He was met immediately with another hallway, but something was different. For the first time, a door was labeled with more than a number; the door to his left was labeled as the Broom Closet. What's more, it seemed to be unlocked. Lucien grabbed the handle, and paused. Did he want to defy the narrator? Was it really defiance if no one expressly said he couldn't go in the broom closet? What did he expect to find in the broom closet, anyways? Lucien took his hand off the handle, and kept moving.
He came next to a stairwell. One set of stairs went up, another down. Another choice, that meant that the narrator would be -
“Coming to a staircase, Lucien walked upstairs to his boss' office.”
Well, at least the guy was succinct. Didn't beat around the bush at all. Though, Lucien wondered what kind of lunatic would enjoy listening to this story. So far it was rather dry. The prospect of actively saying 'no' was tantalizing, but again, Lucien decided to follow the story, since there was no clear sign of escape down below. What if it just took him underground?
At the top of the stairs was a giant office. Past the reception desk was a set of doors that entered in to the main office. Deep cherry hardwood lined the walls and furniture, high ceilings noted with soft lighting. It was a pretty nice office. Stepping in to the main office space, Lucien saw that it was empty, and there was nowhere to go. Was this the end of his path...?
“Stepping in to his manager's office, Lucien was once again stunned to discover not an indication of any human life. Shocked, unraveled, Lucien wondered in disbelief who orchestrated this, what dark secret was being held from him! What he could not have known was that they keypad behind the boss' desk guarded the terrible truth that his boss was keeping from him, and so the boss had assigned it an extra secret pin number: 2-8-4-5. But of course, Lucien couldn't possibly have known this.”
Lucien chuckled slightly at this. ”If I'm not supposed to know, why are you telling me? Do you want me to finish the story?” He asked, totally not expecting an answer at this point. He crossed the room to the boss' desk, and found a keypad, just like the narrator had said. He raised his hand and keyed in the combination. A green light and a beep came from the keypad, and one of the bookcases started to transform, revealing a secret passage!
“Yet incredibly, by simply pushing random buttons on the keypad, Lucien happened to input the correct code by sheer luck. Amazing. He stepped into the newly opened passageway.”
A laugh escaped Lucien's mouth. This was hilarious. Now the story's narrator was playing innocent to the fact that it just gave him the answer. Nonetheless, he passed from the lush executive office into what looked like an unfinished area, with a flood lamp illuminating the concrete floor.
He followed the hall, coming to a freight elevator with a large red button. He pressed it, and the elevator's door closed as he descended.
“Descending deeper into the building, Lucien realized he felt a bit peculiar. It was a stirring of emotion in his chest, as though he felt more free to think for himself, to question the nature of his job. Why did he feel this now, when for years it hadn't occurred to him? This question would not go unanswered for long.”
What awaited him was another hall, with light coming from the distance. It was a lot darker here, and the air tasted stale in his mouth. Following along, he came to a bright, lighted sign. Lucien stopped, and stared.
“Lucien walked straight ahead through the large door that read: 'Mind Control Facility'.”
”What? No! No Lucien does – No I don't!” He yelled, appalled by such a notion. He wasn't blindly following this narrator into what seemed to be a trap. He looked around the area, finding an offshoot of the hallway, with an arrow pointing down the way. Spraypainted on the wall was one word. 'Escape'.
This was his chance, this was it! He was finally getting out of here. Lucien started to jog down the hallway, eager for freedom.
“Although this passageway had the word 'escape' written on it, the truth was that at the end of this hall, Lucien would meet his violent death. The door behind him was not shut. Lucien had every opportunity to turn around and get back on track.”
Lucien sped up to a light run. He no longer cared what the narrator said, he was probably just trying to keep him on track with threats of death. But Lucien was smarter than that.
“At this point, Lucien was making a conscious, concerted effort to walk forward and willingly confront his death.”
”Shut up!” Lucien hollered as he ran full-tilt down the hallway. As he ran, a red light appeared at the end of the impossibly long hallway. Was it the exit?
All at once it crept up on him, and there was no floor under him. Lucien screamed, unable to grab on to anything. He fell for what seemed like ages, as blackness surrounded him.
SMASH.
Lucien coughed, rolling over. His legs were broken, most other bones crushed or split through his skin. Blood began to pool around him. What have I done...?
“As the machine whirred into motion and Lucien was inched closer and closer to his demise, he reflected that his life had been of no consequence whatsoever.”
A smashing sound was heard a short distance ahead, and the platform Lucien had crashed onto was moving him mechanically closer and closer to the source of the smashing...
“Lucien can't see the bigger picture. He doesn't know the real story, trapped forever in his narrow vision of what the world is. Perhaps his death was of no great loss, like plucking the eyeballs from a blind man. And so he resigned and willingly accepted this violent end to his brief and shallow life. Farewell, Lucien.”
The machine was now in full view, a giant crusher with spikes that would definitely be trying to pierce through his mangled body. This was the end... The ending that Lucien wanted. Freedom, was it...? To find the ending was freedom. Perhaps this was the right way to go. Perhaps this was the escape... Lucien closed his eyes, and waited for the machine to do its duty. He was ready to leave this place.
At the last second, they stopped. A silence hung in the air as Lucien opened his eyes and blinked sullenly. Was he not dead...?
“'Farewell, Lucien,' cried the Narrator, as Lucien was led helplessly into the enormous metal jaws.”
Lucien was in awe. It was a female voice, with a slight British accent, and not nearly as threatening as the male narrator's voice had seemed only a few short seconds prior. Was he saved by this mystery woman?
“In a single visceral instant, Lucien was obliterated as the machine crushed every bone in his body, killing him instantly.”
The metal platform he was on gave way, and he fell again. Miraculously, his bones were healed, as if they were never broken. Lucien rose to his feet, suddenly and unexplainably rejuvenated, and looked around. Blackness dominated his vision, but there was a soft white light coming from the distance. Walking towards it, Lucien gazed forward as the light took shape, and the message on the wall spoke loudly to him. It only said three words.
THE LUCIEN PARABLE
”And yet, it would only be a few minutes before Lucien would restart the game, back in his office, as alive as ever. What exactly did the Narrator think he was going to accomplish? Oh, look at these two. How they wish to destroy one another. How they wish to control one another. How they wish to be free.”
Lucien noticed a large control switch under the illuminated sign, and the label on it said 'The Lucien Parable, ON/OFF'. It was set to on. Lucien hesitantly, reverently, brought his hand to the switch, and clicked it down into the off position. And the world went black.
”Can you see? Can you see how much they need one another? No, perhaps not. Sometimes these things cannot be seen.”
Lucien was so disoriented, he must have fallen, because the next thing he knew he was back on the metal platform... In a pool his his own blood...”No! I was so close! Wasn't I...?”
”But listen to me. You can still save these two. You can stop the program before they both fail. Push escape, and press quit. There's no other way to beat this game. As long as you move forward, you'll be walking someone else's path. Stop now, and it will be your only true choice. Whatever you do, choose it! Don't let time choose for you!”
Lucien had no idea what the female narrator was saying. Escape? Quit? Lucien didn't have any controller, he was here! He felt around for a button, but he found none. There was nothing. What use was this to him? As the jaws rammed in around him, living up to their promise of killing him instantly, Lucien could only hear the last bit of the female narrator's speech.
”Don't let time-”
Black. Floating in the aether. Was he dead...?
A bright light invaded his vision. Sounds of air circulators and office equipment made their way to his ears. And the world opened up.
He was back at his office. As if the whole thing had never happened. Right back at the start. In horror, Lucien took a step out of his office and into the hallway.
”No... way...” He breathed, tears streaming down his face.
“All of his coworkers were gone. What could it mean?”
{OOC: WC 2843. Without in-game script 1996. If you are unfamiliar with the game I highly recommend it. It's 10 bucks on Steam, not including their Cyber Monday sale. I'll take the EXP.}
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 30, 2013 23:44:03 GMT -8
Mathew dropped down onto the hard stone floor in a kneeling position. Chains wrapped around both arms with two wicked blades. Forged by The God's themselves he was ready to fight his way through every level of the Underworld if need be. He was here to rescue Hades from his own demise. For when the God of Death is killed the only one with domain over the battle between life and death is The God of War. Standing up he examined the area that he was in. A dark dank cavern that resembled the toothy maw of a Dragon. The only light was a green fog that filled the endless gaps between platforms and swirled around his feet. Pulsing with a warm glow. "Well lets do this shit then." He said as he stepped forward skeletons clawed their way up from the earth. Groaning and growling with an evil chill filling the air. His arms lashed out, the chains and blades whipped out cutting off heads and dropping bodies to the ground almost instantly. Pulling back his arms the chains wrapped around his arms once more, the blade handles finding their places once more in his hands. Scoffing he spit to the side and continued forward. There were going to need to be worse creatures than this if they planned to stop him from getting what he was here for. Hopping from platform to platform he pressed forward, unsure of where to go until he reached an end of the platforms. Hopping off without fear he landed on a narrow stone pathway against a cliff face. Following the winding and sheer path downwards for what felt like miles the green fog surrounded him. Cutting off his vision more than a few feet in front of him. Closing his eyes and relying on his Qi energy to guide him along the stone pathway he continued down, trusting in his feet more than his eyes. With the fog his eyes could feel him, but his Qi wouldn't. Thankfully this was his domain. Eventually the stone pathway gave way to a valley of cracked stone. The mist seeping in from the cracks as bodies and souls shuffled around the ground. It wasn't until his living feet hit the ground that they turned to notice him. All of them, an army of the dead drawn to him all at once. Whether from his life force or something else he couldn't be sure. A blood chilling shriek echoed in the dead air as the horde rushed at him. His blades shot out, twisting and slicing through a never ending ocean of bodies. His feet stomping on the ground to send spikes impaling bodies and quakes to knock them down. Every inch he gained was a battle. Every foot was a full out war against an unstoppable army. This was his domain, this was the kind of thing he excelled at. No. What he was meant for. The battle lasted what felt like years. And by the end his body was drenched with sweat and covered in blood. Mostly his own blood. The bodies didn't bleed much here. Limping he carried forward until he reached another cliff face overlooking a large pool of swirling mist. Though calling this mist was only for lack of a better term. It was almost liquid in nature, his eyes felt drawn to it and he found himself staring into the deep pool and watching the swirls of the mist. The swirls that he was now realizing were souls. "Holy Hell..." Well fuck, he didn't really know how he was going to do it now. Was Hades in there? How would he get him out? And then he saw Hades swirling around in the pool. And without thinking Mathew just jumped right in. Because fuck thinking things through. He would just do what he always did. Be too stubborn to die and figure it out as he went along. It always worked out. He felt the pool sapping his strength as he swam further into the pool, trying to reach Hades. The feeling of weakness washing over him. Movement was hard. But he was getting closer and closer. He was catching up to Hades, who didn't seem to notice him yet. Further down he swam into the abyss until his hand was just able to grab hold of Hades' cloak. With a supreme amount of effort he pulled upwards and began to swim up. Fighting the urge to just stop, to let himself be taken by the current of death. It would just be so easy to stop and die. It would be so easy to let the souls clawing at his legs and shoulders to win and push him down. Life and death was a constant battle. A war that if you stopped and gave but an inch you were done. Mathew could not give up, he refused to. He had so many promises he had to keep. He needed to save Bastille. He needed to live for his children. With a groan of effort he reached up and one hand grasped the stone ledge and he forced himself to pull both him and Hades up before collapsing on the ledge breathing heavily and just trying to collect himself. The soul of Hades laying next to him, still seemingly unaware of anything going around him. He only had a few minutes to collect himself before he was moving once more. Unwilling and unable to fight his way to the bottom of the path again with Hades on his back. He didn't think he would make it back alive. So he decided to cheat and go around. Slinging the Soul of Hades on his back Mathew would plunge the blades into the stone wall, slowly climbing his way up the cliff. The sound of groaning and clawing came from below him, monsters were climbing up after him. Unwilling to let him get away so easily. Swiping the blade down he tried to knock them down. Alternating between climbing up and knocking them down while keeping that useless lump that was Hades hugging his back. The climb was endless, the monsters kept coming, and once again the progress was a snails pace. It would be so much faster if he could dump Hades, but if he did then what was the point of coming up here? No, he needed to power through it. Plunging the blade ever higher and higher. One arm length at a time. Climb. Sweep below. Climb. Stab above. Climb. Slash to the right. Climb, jump to the left. He made it above the mist. The monsters slowed down. He continued to climb upward until he reached the edge of Hades domain. Pulling both of them up he rolled over back into the land of the living. Slamming his hand against the ground to seal the entrance once more and keep the rest of the dead in the land of the dead. Letting out a long deep breath he finally let himself relax for a moment as he looked up at the night sky outside of the entrance to Hades domain. "Well now the challenge is to figure out how to put you back in your body." He said looking over at the spirit of Hades, shaking his head. "Hopefully you will be back to your old self soon enough. OOC: 1231 words. I will take the 4 exp please.
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Nov 30, 2013 23:59:58 GMT -8
With a sleepy murmur, the owner of a riot of curly blonde hair snuggled further in amongst the members of her family that had claimed all the extra space in her - surprisingly - king-sized bed. The small woman's arms curled around the soft pink egg she had wrapped in a some of her blanket. Curled up on the bed around her were an assortment of pokémon. Eevee, Jolteon, Flareon, Vaporeon, Espeon, Umbreon, Leafeon, Glaceon, Sylveon, Dragonair with a tiny Dratini, Gardevoir, a Ninetails and two Vulpix pups. Taking up space on the bed as well were others like Purrloin, and Glameow; Pichu, Pikachu, and Raichu all curled up in a ball. Misdreavous and a tiny Sableye swooped and lounged nearby, obviously plotting their next prank and scare tactics. Sableye's eyes had been open for a few days, now. She had to admit, it was pretty cute~
A pink glow, however, caused her eyes to open. With a gasp, she saw the egg was glowing...brighter and brighter. Kyrie's eyes went wide as she watched, a grin creeping over her face. '...eeeeeeee..!' Hopefully this time..! The last time had been a false alarm. She had pulled so many strings, this time, and the light intensified, causing her to shield her eyes and wriggle in her place in excitement. She could hear the crackle as the shell began to break and the light seemed to burst and light up the entire room, shooting outside the window in a beam of pink light.
It dimmed and Kyrie opened her eyes. There, sitting amongst some broken eggshells, was a tiny pink pokémon with large blue eyes.
Mouth agape - she couldn't believe she was seeing this - the petite blonde extended her hand with a slow smile, tears glinting in her eyes. She touched the tiny pokémon. It wriggled and made a giggling sound before flailing its tiny arms and twitching its tail.
"Oh, are you not adorable~? Hello, baby~ I have some things for you~" With a murmur, she turned and rummaged beneath her pillows, withdrawing two blue silk ribbons and a red Cherish Ball. What she saw when she turned back had her stilling and going quiet before her lips stretched to a wide grin. Dratini and Mew were, apparently, fast friends.
'Which is such a shame that their two trainers hold such contempt towards one another.'
She lifted the hand with the ribbons and giggled quietly behind it. The newly hatched Mew seemed to be rather modest, but there was a strong innate curiosity. To be honest, the little blonde couldn't wait to find more out about the baby pokémon. She cooed gently as she reached forward and fastened the ribbons on, and then gently bumped the tiny baby with the pretty red ball with a soft, reassuring smile. It wriggled a few times in her hand and then clicked. Kyrie sighed and then grinned as the ball shrank in her hand. She withdrew three more pokéballs and recalled Sableye, Dratini, and one of the Vulpix.
"Right! Time to get up, everyone, we have a lot to do! Mathew arrives today to pick up Sableye and Dratini. Delilah is coming to pick up Feebas and Vulpix...and I believe Olesya will be here early afternoon to pick up her Piplup egg~ Not to mention our normal routine, non?"
Throwing the covers back after her companions scrambled off the bed, the blonde laughed and dressed, slipping into a blue plaid sundress and flat shoes before dashing outside, the pokémon having spilled out before with Gardevoir's help. Letting out a shrill whistle, she leaned down to give Arcanine, Mightyena, and Houndoom hugs and scratches and replenish their food dishes with pokéfood. By the time she was finished, there was a sharp clatter of hooves against the cobblestones surrounding her house.
Turning, she grinned at the sight of her Rapidash, strikingly nicknamed Dasher. She smiled, flinging herself up on the back of her equine pokémon. Turning her gaze up to her Pidgeot in the branches of the oak tree, she called out: "Keep an eye on things--come find me if any guests show up! Otherwise, I will see you at our normal time~"
She had a good seat despite her sundress; nudging and giving cues with her legs, it was only a few moments before they raced off, a small lake to her left. She drove her back lightly into Dasher's back with a slight murmur and withdrew a pokéball as she smiled at the trio of pokémon sunning themselves partially in the water aside from the small but happy Feebas nestled between the Gyrados and Milotic.
"Time to go, Feebas~ Gym Leader Delilah will take good care of you." A red beam stretched from the regular-sized pokéball in her hands to suck in the fish pokémon. "Millie, Crank, I will come see you later. Have fun and soak up some sun, okay?"
Turning back to their path and a strand of trees gave way to a huge garden, fields of hay...and then they came to the pastures. With a daringly bright smile, she leaned low and held on to the flaming mane as Dasher sailed over the high fence. There were herds of Ponyta (as well as a few other Rapidash here and there) as well as groups of Zebstrika and small Blitzle. They all grazed peacefully with (piles and non-piles) of Mareep. There were a few Tauros intermixed among many Miltank, but today was not a milking day; that was tomorrow. Today was just inspection and many chores before she paired up more of her pokéman; though she did take a short break not long after to send a message to the other member of the Elite Four that was expecting word from her: she asked him to come help. She began her routine, pairing, deliberating, looking for poké-eggs. Player 1 as well as Levi would be there tomorrow for milking and other chores. It would be around the time for the Mareep to be shorn. Their coats were fluffy and thick and they looked to be a bit uncomfortable in the gorgeous weather.
It was a few hours later that a gust of wind that made her dress billow and her hair dance. Laughing as she spotted her Pidgeot - early, which meant guests - she reached up and curled her hair into a loose braid. Sweeping onto the bird's back, she laughed as they took off and blasted back towards her home. Their landing was smooth, and she was pleased to see Mathew of the Elite Four standing there. She slipped lightly from the feathered back of her pokémon and gave him a brisk rub and scratch before he took off, likely to go find Altaria. She turned back to Mathew, withdrawing two pokéballs as she stepped forward.
"Hello, sir~ I have your Sableye and Dratini. Here~"
With a slight smile, she set the two pokéballs in his palm. He grunted his thanks, but there was a satisfied twinkle to his eye. He reached up and patted her head, gaining another smile with a slight tint of a blush to her cheeks. He had paid her in advance, so there was no issues of payment.
It was as he left on his Aggron that the blonde spotted the glint of steel in the sky. She grinned and turned to race back into her house to retrieve the small egg. It would likely be Delilah, the Steel Gym Leader, and Olesya was supposed to be coming with her, for the starter pokémon that she had as an egg. Olesya's daughter, Maddie, was ten and just itching to have a pokémon of her own to become a trainer. The Skarmory landed and off the two women jumped.
With a cry of welcome, Kyrie quickly hugged Delilah and offered the same to Olesya before extending the egg to the white-blonde...and the two pokéballs to Delilah. Delilah, who, handed her a paper - a list - in turn. As well as, thankfully, payment. It would give her more money to procure supplies. They exchanged pleasantries and spoke a while...before the duo left. Kyrie waved them off, and then went...to play, for a little while, with her companions.
She was drawn back out half an hour later by a roar. Rushing outside with a grin, she scanned the skies and was pleased to find herself witness to a tight dragonflight formation in the sky as a trio of flying dragons roared through the sky towards her home. Flying on the back of his Dragonite, Storm, was David. In tight formation on a diagonal were his two Charizards. The only differences between the two was that one was regular...and the other - to her pride - was a shiny Charizard that had been her gift to him after he made the Elite Four.
They landed, David easily leaping from Storm's back.
"I am glad you could make it on such short notice~!" She smiled, flashing him with the full force of it. She was pleased to see him. Excited, even.
"Hey, it's the least I could do. You needed my help?"
There was that smile again, causing her eyes to light up as she withdrew the pokéball.
"Well. Actually..."
The ball expanded and popped open. There, in the air, floating and being completely adorable...was Mew. Kyrie looked to David and burst into laughter.
There, squeeing up a storm, was the Dragon Master of the Elite Four...grinning and with a priceless, wide-eyed look. Clearly...he was fanboying. It was the best reward she could have asked for, for all the work she'd done to get this little precious bundle for him.
Her laughter continued as she was squished in an enthusiastic hug.
Oh, his secret reaction of receiving his all-time favourite pokémon was safe with her~
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 1, 2013 0:08:46 GMT -8
Slowly she ran her fingers through the rough hair, stroking the base and messaging there. Her forehead leaned on his thick neck as her eyes closed, allowing the silence of the moment to run through her muscles. , she pulled her fingers free from his wefts and moves them down his neck, dragging the fingers over his shoulder bones and down his back. Her hips pivoted and her eye opened as she gazed forward. Her crimson hues met with his dark, chocolate brown ones and slowly a smile crossed her lips. Quietly she turned around and moved towards his ass, running her fingers through the hairs closer to there and taking the time to even braid them... Bastille felt her hand clench around the curry comb as she lifted it and went to the stall next to her. She took the reins of the stallion in her right hand and began to run the comb down its muzzle. Slowly she moved over to the neck and then the back, guiding the horse into knowing her movements through the touch of her hands. She'd punched in the name Ozzy- though she wasn't quite sure how she'd 'punched' anything in and she wasn't very sure why she named him 'Ozzy' since she didn't even like the name. He was a golden Clydesdale with dark black locks, rare for that breed but she supposed it was the programming that allowed her to do anything she wanted. Suddenly a bucket of water appeared full of suds and in tow their came a washing brush- the name escaped her. She leaned down and picked it up, smirking as she pushed the brush to the horses hide and a mountain of bubbles began to pop and grow- sort of like a spa tub with bubbles. Something told her that was not exactly normal....suds weren't supposed to grow that fast, but hey- she wasn't one to complain about an over abundance of anything these days. Moving to cover the entire horse, she also silently wondered when she A, had the stables painted entirely pink (not that she was complaining since it was her favorite color) B, when exceedingly teeth gnawingly annoying doll like music started playing...oh and even better...when everything started looking so sun shiny and flower. But again, she really wasn't complaining. She might have to remind herself to chop her hair again as it was fully blonde and up in a high pony tail...and she was wearing a rather characteristic riding attire. The thought popped into her head, why didn't she take 'Ozzy' out for a ride. Really she didn't much object to the idea but as soon as she thought it, the world went dark and then suddenly, she was on the horses back, perfectly saddled and ready to ride. Kicking the sides harshly she mentally pictured the map of the riding grounds. Since the sun was out, she decided it might be time to ride out to the beach. So she ran to the beach. Of course, adding to the slightly odd things about today, her horse stopped on her own and suddenly Bastille noticed a message in a bottle. Jumping down from her horse, her long blonde pony tail braid bounced in a peppy matter. Bending down she shook it off and picked up the bottle- struggling as she unraveled the note. The note read; " I found the mystery horse near rabbit run...perhaps it was once owned by the cottage owner years ago. Hopefully one day, I'll be able to own a horse that beautiful, for now- I'll just send my thoughts to the sea"
Bastille folded the note grumble irritably. "Wow, liter to the sea for the sake of a diary- was a BLEEP tard....wait...bleep...bleep...WHY CAN'T I SAY BLEEP?!" Bastille said irritably as she threw the bottle back into the ocean. The horse snorted at her and Bastille glared back at the horse. "whatever, I feel like....oh . my. golly. gosh" She stared for a long moment and finally looked down and the bright pink logo on her navy blue riding jacket. Low and behold it read, 'Barbie Riding Club'. Barbie.....barbie.........Bastille looked up at the sky. Honestly, world? And then suddenly the list of items she had found while riding this week popped into her head. And Bastille found herself curious to figure out exactly where all these secret notes lead. She kicked the sand and thought to herself that she had searched all the routes....because they were fucking simple- that word she couldn't say aloud. Then it hit her. THAT DAMN SUNFLOWER FIELD. Oh my god for being a kids game this game was seriously difficult, contrite plot line and all. Running, she jumped onto the horse and kicked her heels in harshly. Right....the horse only ever moved at a trot. Really she should complain to the makers should she ever escape this weird dream world. She needed to lay off the booze....especially before the bed. Sitting up she began to look at the odd pixilation, hoping to spot any clues she missed this past week. For being a riding club, it was out in the middle of nowhere with a sparse member rating. Really, the barbie franchise needed to expand their racial and even expression ranges. Who the hell smiled all the bloody time. Bastille could feel her cheeks begin to throb. Had she really not noticed till now? Hopping down from the horse she walked up to the sun flowers and found her feet rooted to the spot. "Seriously?" she huffed and then found her smiling face turning to look back towards the road. Two other horses came up followed by the two other barbies.....who jumped down- wait were those Aryn and Eury....booze...right, laying off that shit. Though Aryn in riding boots was something Bastille was going to have to make a thing- pants or no pants. "I found the secret" Bastille smirked and turned back to the flower walking to them as a butterfly took flight. Bending down she peered through the stems and saw a horse with its foal. Bastille looked back to the sky.
"I think this game has some serious plot holes it needs to work out....there is no way in hell a person wrote that many secret old age notes about a horse and its foal....................and the foal would still be a foal. .......why am I even playing this" Bastille just looked at the metaphorical screen. "Turn off the screen kids, this game is about to get rated 'M' for motherbleeping mature"
((OOC; game was Barbie Riding Club- if anyone was curious...XP--- oh and EXP please))
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Post by Player 1 on Dec 1, 2013 0:08:49 GMT -8
The soft tamping of footsteps in grass could be heard all over the town of Scoutsville, although the sound of four feet in particular were rather loud this day, rushing around from spot to spot with few delays.
"How about here?" a childish voice would ask the other set of feet.
"Bok." came the chicken like cluck.
"Hmm, right. Too close to Destiny's house. Plus we can't have anything coming between him and Jamal-kun... They're too good as neighbors!"
And the feet would take off again, followed by the other before coming to another abrupt stop.
"Here maybe? Yeah!"
"Cluck."
"What do you mean it's too close to the river? It's the perfect spot, though, Henrietta!"
Indeed, the young Mayor Player 1 of Scoutsville was out and about with its wonderful chicken secretary, arguing over the placement of a Public Works Project. And it was as Player 1 was inching away from the river, trying desperately to gain the minimum distance needed by its secretary for approval, that it was spotted by one of its Villagers. A somewhat dumpy and cranky looking anteater with very squinted eyes.
"Oh, Wedge! Hey, I'm putting in that well you wanted me to set up yesterday! I know you were worried about the flowers in town getting enough water to not wilt, so this shou-"
"That's great kiddo. But I got bigger news. You got a new person moving into town." The ant eater scoffed. "And since you're mayor you should probably go and see them, kiddo. That's your job, right kiddo?"
"Yes it is! Henrietta, we'll do this later! Bye guys!" And off went the mayor running again, leaving the two behind.
There was so much excitement! I mean, a new villager, it'd been so long since a new one had come into town! And there was a little place in Player 1's heart that long, and hoped that maybe, maybe this time the person to move in would be K-
Kazuya.
The person who moved in was Kazuya. Right in the middle of Player 1's perfect fruit orchard. Right where Player 1 was going to put a wisteria trellis and right in the middle of where the path through it was going to go and just.
Why this. This made no sense, Kazuya lived with-
( ♥ MATHEW ) Player 1 was yelling over friend chat. ( ♥ MATHEW OPEN YOUR GATE RIGHT NOW )
( ♥ You know the rules. ) came the response with a little blip.
( ♥ I WISH I WISH WITH ALL MY HEART TO FLY WITH DRAGONS IN A LAND APART. )
( ♥ Whoa, you didn't even need to spend time looking that up, did you? Gate opened. )
And in no time flat Player 1 was pouncing out of the station into Dragon Land, brandishing their bug net in the most time honored of Animal Crossing traditions. "MATHEEEEEEW!" Whap. Smacked with the net. "WHY DID KAZUYA MOVE INTO MY TOWN."
And Mathew smacked back with his own net, clearly not phased by things. "Oh hey, so that's where he went. Yeah, he moved out a few days ago." Whap whap.
"WHYYYYYYYYY." Whap whap whap.
"What? It's not my job to stop him if he wants to go." Whap whap.
"Then why hasn't Kiyr ever moved out of your town?" Whap whap.
"Hey, that's different. I like Kiyr. Therefore I can block her from moving out as much as I want." Player 1 made a whining noise to that, which was cut off with another whap. "Besides, if you want people to move to your town so badly, I dunno, actually make them wanna go? Isn't that how it works? You just come here and sell off your fruits and other stuff then leave after making faces at Kiyr usually. Or avoid Aryn if she's visiting." Don't think Mathew didn't notice that. "And sometimes you even stop in on my house and get mad." He laughs.
"YOU HAVE A LITERAL CONCRETE HOUSE AND YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE YOUR COLORS SET UP CORRECTLY. YELLOW IN THE WEST BRINGS MONEY TO YOUR VEST. RED IN EAST MAKES ITEMS A BREEZE. WHO DOESN'T KNOW THIS STUFF? Besides... Aryn makes me feel strange and uncomfortable and really overstimulated..."
"What, like climbing a rope in gym class? Wait, don't tell me, not going to be your sex ed counselor. I'm going to go get my rocks off." Rocks being gem rocks in this case. "And don't you try to get Bastille to leave. She's my waifu. My waifu. Mine." He did the I've-got-my-eyes-on-you manuever before walking off, which didn't really work since he's got 3D shades on. Of course he has 3D shades. How can you be a mayor and not have 3D shades.
"Fine!" Player 1 yelled after him. "But I'm going to sell off my fruit before I do it, and I won't be happy about it!"
And indeed, after selling off all its fruit and being actually pretty happy about it, Player 1 sets off into town to go and find villagers to talk to. It didn't take much time at all to get approached by... A very fluffy chicken lady.
"Ugh, You! You're a tourist here aren't you? Ugh, why doesn't anyone tell me anything! You'd think with how much I run the place, they would at least have the decency to say that- Huh? The Mayor? Hahaha! Ugh, Please. When the mayor isn't here (which is all the time) who do you think does everything like find out who's been doing what or talking with who or DATING? Me. Olesya. That's who." She chortles loudly, Wuh wuh wuh. "Anyways, if you need anything you let little Olesya know. I'll get you taken care of right away."
The last time someone said they'd take care of it right away, it was Aryn and Player 1 nearly suffocated. It turned around and ran.
The next villager it happened to stop in on was a lot more grounded looking. A white wolf, with one eye covered by its thick hair, looking very prim and proper. "I thought someone new was over here, you don't smell like Master at all! Huh, how do I know what Master smells like? Hahaha, I know everything about Master, from what kind of socks he wears to the number of windows in his house!" It made a sort of ruff ruff ruff sound when it laughed.
Player 1 immediately started to walk away. No, on second thought, let's not go to Dragon Land. 'Tis a silly place.
This time Player 1 was lucky, and found two villagers talking with each other. A deep purple dog and a dark blue crow.
"Lucien! You've got to spend more time on your squats, your legs are like sticks!"
"... I'm pretty sure my legs are supposed to be like that."
"Well, at least work on your arms! Or... wings? I don't know what you Crows do, but we Dragons work hard and play harder! A Crow like you will just have to try and keep up!" The dog laughed hard at the crow.
"But I am a Dragon?!" The bird says as an aside, rather miffed at this entire exchange as it storms off. The dog doesn't seem to notice or care though, little music notes popping out of the dogs head as it blissfully wanders away.
Player 1 goes over to the bird to inspect the damage. "I MIGHT NOT LOOK IT, BUT I AM A DRAGON! I'M NOT A CROW! RESPECT THAT!" It unloads on Player 1. Who stands there, nods, then runs off for its life again.
Mathew's villagers were scary.
And finally, Player 1 found the most wanted person in the town after sprinting around from place to place. No, not Leon and his weird silent and threatening duckness. Kiyr. Beautiful tiny cute cat Kiyr. Waifu of waifus. Queen of Queens. She just finished talking to a red tiger lady or... was that a lion? Either way she was kind of... imposing. And intense. But whatever they were talking about, Kiyr seemed very pleased with how it went. Player 1 went in for the kill.
"Oh, hello there Player 1! Oh, how do I know your name? Well, it's not often we get villagers in Dragon Land! Oh, you look like quite the gardener! How lovely! Perhaps you can get our Sir to pick it up? This town could always use more flowers around."
Player 1 plopped down a flower right there. "MOVE INTO MY TOWN."
Of course, she was already wandering off and away by the time Player 1 was done rifling through its inventory, not hearing that yelling. The villagers never seemed to respond to you unless there's a selection input or a slider. Unless they're...
"Hey little boy~ Wanna come see what's in my tent? Or... Maybe you'd like to learn, from one girl to another?"
In Player 1's mad dash to find Kiyr/get away from people, it had failed to notice it was in the town plaza. Where Aryn had set up her tent, as she usually did. Enticing young and old to get into her... well, into her everything.
"No tha-" It was already in the fox's grasp, too late. There was no escape as she dragged Player 1 towards the tent in her arms, trapping its face in her chest. "WHYYYYYYYYYY." It shouted, as it was pulled inside, only to immediately burst out the flap running for the station. Kazuya was a good villager. Kazuya was a great villager! And Aryn... was terrifying.
"YOU'LL BE BACK AT SOME POINT, WHATEVER YOU ARE! THEY ALL COME BACK!" the busty fox lady yelled out after it. "NO ONE CAN SAY NO TO THIS."
"Nah." Mathew said, before shutting the gates. Player 1 was already back in Scoutsville blissfully okay with the status quo.
Besides, they'd all have to move out eventually. No matter how good of a mayor it was.
(Word count: 1627. EXP pls.)
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 1, 2013 23:55:09 GMT -8
There was something about space that made Delilah feel completely at peace. The infinite vastness of the universe served to remind her of her own insignificance, that even in the galaxy where she could jump between sol systems and nebula in a matter of hours.
And that even the most insignificant of creatures could have a profound effect on the intricate web of lives around them.
It started as Admiral Anderson dropped her and her team of three into a recon zone with active Spectre, Nihlus. An examination...for Delilah Shepard was on the docket to become the first human Spectre.
"Zis mission ist of utmost importance," the supiciously German sounding black man huffed. "Du are to retrieve ze Prothean Beacon from ze dig site post-haste. How du handle yourself und your team vill be monitored closely by Herr Kryik."
Delilah turned to the Turian man standing beside her, raising an eyebrow as he opened the door to the shuttle, getting ready to jump out. "We're still three kilometers out from the L.Z., aren't you coming with us?"
The Turian responded to her careful curiosity with a click of his mandibles and a 'hmph', as if to say 'kids these days...'. "I'm a Spectre. I tend to work alone."
He jumped out of the shuttle. That was the last time the Earth born woman saw him alive.
Landing almost brought immediate chaos. The LZ was hot and soon, one of her unprepared team members had died as they attempted to take a hill. It wasn't long after that, that they met Ashley Williams of the Alliance Navy. Delilah had been in all kinds of dirty combat situations; she had fought the Batarian's during the Skyllian Blitz. But what they found at that dig site was nothing short of horrifying. Geth created husks of what were once humans, trying to destroy everything they once loved; half machine, half living tissue. Or something like it. Little was she, or anyone to know, that this was only the beginning.
The beacon was broken, Nihlus was dead by Saren's hand (which of course, the Council wouldn't believe), and to top it all off, there were visions from the beacon on Eden Prime that no one could explain...or believe. They were so alien and ancient, that there was no way of making heads or tails of them. But in order to make the Council believe the truth about Saren, they needed more than visions and the hear-say of some human female. They needed help...and people with information.
Exiting the docking bay and heading to the presidium, Delilah watched as Kaiden paused, as if enthralled for the first time with the sheer scope of the Citadel.
"This is it: the very heart of the Citadel. The pinnacle of galactic power. Kinda makes your head spin if you think about it too much."
Delilah chuckled, "More like a migrane."
"Don't we have a job to do, Commander?" Ashley groaned, eager to get moving with the more fun parts of their task. Like shooting.
Hunting for such a thing on something as vast as the Citadel was no mean feat; the gigantic, ancient space station was intricate, and there were places even an Alliance Navy official couldn't go. Unless you went through some different channels, that is.
The first tip off from Captain Bailey at C-Sec lead her to find a Krogan mercenary named Wrex. When he learned of their attempts to find Saren, he signed himself up to help them instantly....much to Ashley's chagrin. Kaiden didn't seem to mind, though; he seemed eager to learn about the different culture of the Krogan. Through him, they learned that there was someone who had some damning evidence on Saren. After a wild goose chase looking for a lost little Quarian who had the audio-drive (which involved saving her almost capable ass), Tali joined the Normandy, who was useful, even without the evidence; she was quick witted, a talented engineer, and...just so damn endearing. Not even Wrex, who pretty much hated everyone, could bring himself to dislike the alien in the suit. What was more, now they didn't need the visions as proof of what was to come; they had hard evidence of Saren's betrayal, and enough pull to go and search the galaxy for him.
It helped that Delilah was named the First human Spectre upon the revelation of this knowledge. Admiral Anderson was decommissioned, much to his chagrin, from Commander of the Normandy by the the human councilor...and placed Delilah in charge in his stead.
After acquiring Garrus Vakarian from C-Sec (who left due to friction from his rigid stance against crime and his desire to see Saren-- a fellow Turian-- see justice) and Liara T'Soni, the Asari mind of ancient Prothean artifacts, they began quickly acquiring vast amounts of information on just what Saren had betrayed everything he ever knew...and why.
The facts were far more disturbing than any fiction someone could have invented. He was working for an ancient race of sentient bio-machines, to bring them-- and total annihilation to all the civilizations in the galaxy. Working alongside him was a powerful Asari Matriarch, Benezia.
In the midst of all this work, Delilah managed to find time to get to know her crew. Often speaking to them aboard the Normandy, but more often than not when they were on the field. People were a bit more themselves when in the heat of a moment. Something that, as a commander, she had to keep a constant eye on. Especially with frictions between Ashley and the 'alien' crew, Wrex and...well, everyone. He wasn't the best at the getting along thing. Thus, she alternated who she took on three man teams quite a bit; the most constant addition being Garrus.
She had been...approached once or twice during their mission to defeat Saren and the Reaper threat he was trying to bring with him. But the galaxy was at stake, and she as far as romance went, she didn't want any of the crew that approached her.
One that hadn't, however, had certainly caught her eye. Something about that voice...
AHEM.
The mission was...eventually successful. There was the devastating loss of Ashley when the nuclear bomb was detonated on Ilos. Her death was senseless, or would have been if it weren't to save the lives of Kaiden and the Salarian special ops group. But Saren, the Geth and the Reaper threat was curbed...at least for a time.
Or so they thought.((1080 words, EXP please!))
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 2, 2013 0:05:08 GMT -8
Kazuya was kneeling down on the battle arena located inside the room he was in, the door leading into the Champion's room firmly shut in front of him. His hands resting on his thighs, his eyes closed as he focused intently, he heard footsteps enter into the room, followed by the door shutting, but his eyes continued to stay closed. As the footsteps drew closer and closer before stopping right in front of him, his eyes would continue to remain closed, his breathing rate slow but even. A few minutes of silence would pass, before his eyes slowly opened, as he stood up and turned around, facing the challenger, though he stood unwavering and unflinching before Kazuya. Staring down at the challenger before him, his arms clasped behind his back, the challenger would stare back up at Kazuya, not a hint of fear in his eyes.
"... Impressive. You managed to defeat the three other members of the Elite Four that stood before me. I am Kazuya, the last and final member of the Elite Four, and a master of Fire-type Pokemon. I have trained every day with my Pokemon, slowly building our strength up, and at the same time, strengthening the bond we possess with each other. Are you ready? Your League challenge ends with me! Prepare yourself Ethan!"
Kazuya exclaimed, as he tossed one of the Pokeballs attached to his Karate belt up in the air before catching it and throwing it out into the battle arena with many pillars of fire towering over the area, as his Pokemon burst forth from the Pokeball, the Pokeball returning to Kazuya's hand, as he caught it. Ethan tossed out his first Pokemon, which was a Feraligatr, as Kazuya smirked slightly. Starting with a type advantage right off the bat. This was going to be interesting, especially as the other three members of the Elite Four were impressive in their own right. Raikotsu, the first member of the Elite Four, and a master of Ghost type Pokemon. Dillon, the second member of the Elite Four, and a master of Poison type Pokemon. Finally, Elena, the third member of the Elite Four, and a master of Psychic type Pokemon.
"Charizard! Wing Attack!"
Kazuya commanded, as his Charizard heard his commanded and attacked. Ethan retaliated with his Feraligatr using Slash, but Houndoom easily dodged the attack. Kazuya then commanded Charizard to use Slash back, which connected with Feraligatr, but it still had enough strength to launch Surf, which connected with Charizard. The attack had enough power to knock Charizard out, which lay completely drenched on the battle arena, down for the count.
"... Charizard. Return."
Kazuya called out, as Charizard returned to its Pokeball. Kazuya then tossed out his second Pokemon, Houndoom. Ethan commanded Feraligatr to use Hydro Pump, but Houndoom dodged it, as Kazuya commanded it to use Faint Attack. The attack connected head on, and because Feraligatr was hurt from the previous battle, fainted right away. Ethan recalled Feraligatr, and tossed out his next Pokemon, Typhlosion, but Houndoom was just too powerful, and one by one, Ethan's Pokemon got knocked out, until he was left with only one Pokemon.
He tossed out his last Pokemon, an Ampharos. Beneath the bandanna tied around his head, Kazuya's eyes, which were hidden in shadows and barely visible, narrowed in concentration. Interesting. His last Pokemon was not one with a type advantage, but one that was neutral to Kazuya’s Pokemon. Commanding Houndoom to use Flamethrower, Ethan retaliated with Thunderbolt, which hit Houndoom head on, but did not stop it in its tracks. The next attack however, did.
"Ampharos! Rain Dance!"
What...!?
As Houndoom charged straight for Ampharos, ready to launch a Flamethrower, Ampharos launched Rain Dance, which soaked Houndoom, decreasing the power of its fire attacks, before Ampharos quickly followed up with ThunderPunch, hitting it dead on, effectively knocking it out. Kazuya recalled Houndoom, and tossed his next Pokemon out, but just as he had done to Ethan before, one by one, Kazuya's Pokemon fell before Ampharos, until Kazuya was left with his last Pokemon, Arcanine, who was already hurt, but refused to give up. His Arcanine breathing heavily, Kazuya wasn't ready to give up either.
"Ampharos! Thunderbolt!"
Ethan shouted, as Ampharos launched its attack. Arcanine dodged, but the bolt of lightning managed to hit it in the side as it came crashing down to the ground, as Arcanine faltered, its front legs tucked beneath it, one eye closed in pain.
"Ampharos! Thun-"
"Arcanine! Dig!"
Kazuya shouted out, cutting him off, as Arcanine gathered its remaining strength and launched its attack, digging straight down through the battle arena, before popping up right underneath Ampharos unexpectedly.
"AMPHAROS!"
Ethan cried out, as his Ampharos landed on its back and slid across the battle field after being sent flying up into the air, slowly and shakily climbing to its feet, looking ready to faint just like Kazuya's Arcanine.
"Arcanine! Di-"
"Ampharos! Thunder!"
What...!?
Ampharos, although it was exhausted, did as Ethan commanded, and gathering all its remaining strength, launched its attack, as Arcanine was hit dead on with a powerful bolt of lightning, powered up by the heavy rain that fell. Once the brightness of the room had dimmed down, Kazuya lowered his arm, having raised it to shield his face, and saw his Arcanine was knocked out.
"Well done. It seems the bond you possess with your Pokemon is true."
Kazuya commented, as he held his Pokeball out.
"Arcanine... Return."
Kazuya said, as Arcanine returned to its Pokeball.
"You fought well my friend. Have a good rest."
Kazuya then looked at Ethan, as he returned his Pokeball to his belt.
"I underestimated you. You are truly a powerful opponent, and worthy to face Levi, the Pokemon Champion. Go on into the Champion's Room, and earn the title you seek."
Kazuya congratulated Ethan, as the door opened behind him and Ethan stepped past him and disappeared through the door.
Continually strengthen your bond with your Pokemon... And no one will be able to break it...
(OOC: Word count: 1007. And money.)
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 2, 2013 17:42:43 GMT -8
Cash awarded to The Punk Kazuya Hikari
EXP awarded to Delilah Black Player 1 Bastille Amtrum Kyrie Barrial Mathew Amtrum Olesya Van deBoggart
If someone would be so kind as to award Lucien his exp, it would be appreciated.
EDIT the monthly is still open for submissions until tonight! Any last minute entries will be accounted for after the deadline. :3
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Dec 2, 2013 17:53:58 GMT -8
...ohay. What's dis hurr?
/smacks Lucien's account with a +4 EXP tuna fish.
OKAY I LOVE YOU BYE-BYE.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 3, 2013 0:12:06 GMT -8
November's Monthly is now officially closed.
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