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Introduction
The year is..........
Does it matter? You're dead, face it. It's hard to accept, but that's life kid. You gotta move on and get used to the inevitable. Your corpse is gonna be buried in Black Dunes Cemetary just like everyone else who dies in this shithole. But, if you really want the story, here it is:
Pandorum, year 2031.
Exploration to other planets has been achieved, finally. With Earth having finally withered away due to lack of resources and overall human incompetence, people were loaded up into Interstellar Arks and shipped off to find a new homeworld. Several hours in space travel found them a nice little uninhabited (by humans anyway) planet at the edge of the now-called Vega solar system. The place was to be called Pandorum ("Heaven's Gate", in some language we have yet to fully translate). The humans, landing on the planet and establishing their homes, were finally setting up their way of life as it was on Earth before it became......you know.......less Earthy. Anyway, the people set up a government, market system, currency and the works. Eventually, nations began to form, each nation taking to its own geological region and playing its part.
But of course, humans disagree on everything, and eventually things get outta hand: disagreements turn to debates, debates turn to arguments, arguments tur into scuffles, scuffles to fights, fights to punishment, punishment to revolt, revolt to war. Taking their newly-found resources, the humans began to fight each other. Governments for other areas were established, going to war with other governments. Taxes were raised to pay for war, governments outstepped their boundries to ensure what needed to get done got done, and everything was going to hell.
Sound familiar so far?
So, taking to their resources, the more powerful nations (Ruska, Amaria, Britania.......original I know) began developing weapons of mass destruction to once and for all annihilate their rivals.
Biggest. Fucking. Mistake. Ever.
Billions died. Those lucky enough to survive were cursed by the fact that now they have nothing. Those who couldn't stand the idea of having nothing shot themselves (or performed any other brutal form of suicide). The system was now defunct, all of them. Their new planet was now in ruins, a wasteland, an exact copy of the planet they left behind. And ya kow why?
Because human beings are fucking moronic, that's why.
But, resourceful and stubborn as they are, they decided to try to rebuild. Scrounging for anything, the decided to build communities again. Settlements were erected all over the place, and people were getting on their feet once more. They salvaged weapons from the Old Ways, maybe they'd come in useful......maybe.
It wasn't long, however, before this simple plan of reconstruction was shit on by things such as flesh eating monsters native to the planet now very pissed off and grotesquely mutated by atomic fallout, anarchist raiders killing people mercilessly in order to strengthen their rule through fear, looting of neighbors, murder, starvation.......you get the point.
Still, with all of what goes wrong going on, that leaves business men with a great oprotunity: to sell their supplies and make money off the moronic yokels of this place. What people needed most was food, clothes, defense, first aid, and entertainment. Taking care of the clothing and defense parts were easy: three clothing manufacturers and five weapons companies emerged from the sands of the wastes, selling their fine wasteland-tested, survivor-approved products to boys and girls all over the place.
In the clothing competition, you have the choice of:
Rugged Camel Clothes
Drifter Appearal Inc.
Heavy Metal Gear Co.
For all your shoot and keep shooting needs, these manufacturers of death will come to you for a fair (or hefty) price:
Reaper's Reloadables
Good Samaritan Guns
Hell Firearms Inc.
Hefty Shambler's Weaponry
Ol' Trusty Armory
Now, medical supplies and entertainment were pretty difficult. All medical needs are fulfilled by the Dr. Doctor Corporation, headed by Dr. Doctor Fitzgerald himself. While the process is still pretty.......primitive, it gets the job done. For food and entertainment, you'd better hit a saloon around town, 'cause that's about the only way it's happening. Life sucks, get used to it.
Lotta shit goes wrong on Pandorum, and yet you people still try to survive. So let's get to the point: You're here to tell your pathetic little sob story of your adventures on this planet. Who are you, and why? This is your tale.......tell it.
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*Personality
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Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Interesting traits:
Likes:
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*Equipment
(Note: equipment ranges from items worn on what part of the body and what weapons you carry. Gear must be manufactured by one of the companies listed in the introduction).
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*History
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Does it matter? You're dead, face it. It's hard to accept, but that's life kid. You gotta move on and get used to the inevitable. Your corpse is gonna be buried in Black Dunes Cemetary just like everyone else who dies in this shithole. But, if you really want the story, here it is:
Pandorum, year 2031.
Exploration to other planets has been achieved, finally. With Earth having finally withered away due to lack of resources and overall human incompetence, people were loaded up into Interstellar Arks and shipped off to find a new homeworld. Several hours in space travel found them a nice little uninhabited (by humans anyway) planet at the edge of the now-called Vega solar system. The place was to be called Pandorum ("Heaven's Gate", in some language we have yet to fully translate). The humans, landing on the planet and establishing their homes, were finally setting up their way of life as it was on Earth before it became......you know.......less Earthy. Anyway, the people set up a government, market system, currency and the works. Eventually, nations began to form, each nation taking to its own geological region and playing its part.
But of course, humans disagree on everything, and eventually things get outta hand: disagreements turn to debates, debates turn to arguments, arguments tur into scuffles, scuffles to fights, fights to punishment, punishment to revolt, revolt to war. Taking their newly-found resources, the humans began to fight each other. Governments for other areas were established, going to war with other governments. Taxes were raised to pay for war, governments outstepped their boundries to ensure what needed to get done got done, and everything was going to hell.
Sound familiar so far?
So, taking to their resources, the more powerful nations (Ruska, Amaria, Britania.......original I know) began developing weapons of mass destruction to once and for all annihilate their rivals.
Biggest. Fucking. Mistake. Ever.
Billions died. Those lucky enough to survive were cursed by the fact that now they have nothing. Those who couldn't stand the idea of having nothing shot themselves (or performed any other brutal form of suicide). The system was now defunct, all of them. Their new planet was now in ruins, a wasteland, an exact copy of the planet they left behind. And ya kow why?
Because human beings are fucking moronic, that's why.
But, resourceful and stubborn as they are, they decided to try to rebuild. Scrounging for anything, the decided to build communities again. Settlements were erected all over the place, and people were getting on their feet once more. They salvaged weapons from the Old Ways, maybe they'd come in useful......maybe.
It wasn't long, however, before this simple plan of reconstruction was shit on by things such as flesh eating monsters native to the planet now very pissed off and grotesquely mutated by atomic fallout, anarchist raiders killing people mercilessly in order to strengthen their rule through fear, looting of neighbors, murder, starvation.......you get the point.
Still, with all of what goes wrong going on, that leaves business men with a great oprotunity: to sell their supplies and make money off the moronic yokels of this place. What people needed most was food, clothes, defense, first aid, and entertainment. Taking care of the clothing and defense parts were easy: three clothing manufacturers and five weapons companies emerged from the sands of the wastes, selling their fine wasteland-tested, survivor-approved products to boys and girls all over the place.
In the clothing competition, you have the choice of:
Rugged Camel Clothes
Drifter Appearal Inc.
Heavy Metal Gear Co.
For all your shoot and keep shooting needs, these manufacturers of death will come to you for a fair (or hefty) price:
Reaper's Reloadables
Good Samaritan Guns
Hell Firearms Inc.
Hefty Shambler's Weaponry
Ol' Trusty Armory
Now, medical supplies and entertainment were pretty difficult. All medical needs are fulfilled by the Dr. Doctor Corporation, headed by Dr. Doctor Fitzgerald himself. While the process is still pretty.......primitive, it gets the job done. For food and entertainment, you'd better hit a saloon around town, 'cause that's about the only way it's happening. Life sucks, get used to it.
Lotta shit goes wrong on Pandorum, and yet you people still try to survive. So let's get to the point: You're here to tell your pathetic little sob story of your adventures on this planet. Who are you, and why? This is your tale.......tell it.
[CHARACTER PROFILES]
*Indicates what part of the bio information must be placed in.
*Description
Name:
Alias(es):
Age:
Appearance: (pics are fine)
Unique physical features: (if not in picture)
Weight:
Height:
Eye color:
Race:
*Personality
Personality:
Habits: (twitching, neck cracking, etc...)
Addiction(s): (if any)
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Interesting traits:
Likes:
Dislikes:
*Equipment
(Note: equipment ranges from items worn on what part of the body and what weapons you carry. Gear must be manufactured by one of the companies listed in the introduction).
Head:
Body:
Hands:
Waist:
Legs:
Feet:
Accessories:
Weapon(s): (limit four weapons)
*History
Bio: (Backstory of your character)
Occupation:
Family:
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4. No godmoding, please. Nothing is more irritating than auto-hits and uber-powers. Just say no.
5. Be humorous. You don't have to be hilarious, but throw in some lines that break the serious tension of the story.
6. Be sure to specify your location in the RP. Also, be sure to frequently check the OOC for the roleplay, as valuable information shall be posted there.
7. Have fun and be creative.
8. Post the word "Scarlet" in the personality portion of your character bio.
1. Commit to this RP. Post at least once or twice a week, and don't jump out if you're going to join, or don't waste time joining.
2. Be literate. Good grammar makes a more enjoyable story post, so use it. Spellcheck if you have to, and know which punctuation forms to use. Don't run sentences together.
3. Be detailed. Don't half-ass your posts with posts such as: "James got angry and shot the man." If you want to be simple, spice it up. Describe the situation after you flat out shoot someone. Describe how they fell, the blood loss, and everything.
4. No godmoding, please. Nothing is more irritating than auto-hits and uber-powers. Just say no.
5. Be humorous. You don't have to be hilarious, but throw in some lines that break the serious tension of the story.
6. Be sure to specify your location in the RP. Also, be sure to frequently check the OOC for the roleplay, as valuable information shall be posted there.
7. Have fun and be creative.
8. Post the word "Scarlet" in the personality portion of your character bio.
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OOC Notes
It was God's intention not to let this creature live, it seemed. However, stubbornness and a quick trigger finger go a long way, as Ryder had discovered. Sleeping inside a Magnoi isn't all that bad, actually. Once you make it through the horrid nose hair-singeing smell, the awful texture of the organs and that disgustingly creepy feeling of the body wrapping around you, it gets very comfortable.........so long as you don't suffocate. But Ryder stood tall, smelling of thirty or so homeless men who hadn't showered their whole lives and passed their time rolling around in Dregger refuse (a smell that would make maggots nauseous). Oh, if only they knew the night he'd had. However, strolling into Saraville that afternoon made him realiz something: he'd travelled all this way, slept inside a dead monster, killed his feet and nearly starved to death all because he needed booze.
It was well worth it in his mind.
Strolling through the streets he'd strolled through several times before, he went looking for his favorite place in the world (next to a raider hideout): Reily's Salon (Reily can't spell very well. The sign is suppost to say "saloon"). Either way, coming up on the ragged building made entirely out of blackwood and scrap metal, Ryder took in a deep breath, letting the memories of many a good barfight rush back to him. He was as happy as a man who stank to high Heaven could be. He smelled himself, thinking he'd catch a bath before sitting around people too long. Stepping through the swinging wooden doors, Ryder walked up to the bar counter, noticed it was empty of a tender, and called (very loudly) for Reily to "get his skin-fluting ass in here". Out from the bar came a scrawny bald man with sunken eyes, all but nine teeth missing, and one arm: Reily. The two exchanged glances. Ryder smiled.
Reily didn't.
"What stinks?" the bartender inquired. Ryder frowned, staring the bartender right in the face. "I need to use your tub, Reily. I had to sleep inside a Magnoi last night and, well, you know how that goes". Reily hesitated, and in a flash threw a set of keys right into Ryder's open right hand. "Thanks Reily. I owe you". The bartender grunted. "You're damn right you owe me. Your tab hasn't been cleared in months Ryder. When you gonna get on that?" Ryder started walking backward, speaking as he went. "I am working on it." With that, he headed upstairs.
Alone, in a tub full of water colder than glaciers, Ryder began to think about things. Penguins, mostly, but also of other, more depressing memories. He was still looking for any sign of the Retributors. The only lead he had was "Buckeye", and he had no idea just what that might be. He shook his head, returning to his bath. Soap made from Hogwoe fat smells really good, he thought, I'm gonna have to learn how to make it someday. After rinsing himself, he drained the water, dried himself, got dressed and headed downstairs.
Sitting at the bar, a shot of Death Whiskey in hand, Ryder began to contemplate. He needed more information on the Retributors, but the only place he could think of that would offer him that kind of information was Deep Sand, and he really didn't want to go there. Not that he was scared. He was the most reveared bounty hunter in Pandorum after all. He just really didn't feel like wasting bullets on some asshole that challenged him to a gunfight.......which he felt was bound to happen. Besides, the people in Deep Sand hated him. He shrugged, threw back his shot, and ordered another.
"Not a lot of excitement going on tonight, huh?" Ryder said to no one in particular.
It was well worth it in his mind.
Strolling through the streets he'd strolled through several times before, he went looking for his favorite place in the world (next to a raider hideout): Reily's Salon (Reily can't spell very well. The sign is suppost to say "saloon"). Either way, coming up on the ragged building made entirely out of blackwood and scrap metal, Ryder took in a deep breath, letting the memories of many a good barfight rush back to him. He was as happy as a man who stank to high Heaven could be. He smelled himself, thinking he'd catch a bath before sitting around people too long. Stepping through the swinging wooden doors, Ryder walked up to the bar counter, noticed it was empty of a tender, and called (very loudly) for Reily to "get his skin-fluting ass in here". Out from the bar came a scrawny bald man with sunken eyes, all but nine teeth missing, and one arm: Reily. The two exchanged glances. Ryder smiled.
Reily didn't.
"What stinks?" the bartender inquired. Ryder frowned, staring the bartender right in the face. "I need to use your tub, Reily. I had to sleep inside a Magnoi last night and, well, you know how that goes". Reily hesitated, and in a flash threw a set of keys right into Ryder's open right hand. "Thanks Reily. I owe you". The bartender grunted. "You're damn right you owe me. Your tab hasn't been cleared in months Ryder. When you gonna get on that?" Ryder started walking backward, speaking as he went. "I am working on it." With that, he headed upstairs.
Alone, in a tub full of water colder than glaciers, Ryder began to think about things. Penguins, mostly, but also of other, more depressing memories. He was still looking for any sign of the Retributors. The only lead he had was "Buckeye", and he had no idea just what that might be. He shook his head, returning to his bath. Soap made from Hogwoe fat smells really good, he thought, I'm gonna have to learn how to make it someday. After rinsing himself, he drained the water, dried himself, got dressed and headed downstairs.
Sitting at the bar, a shot of Death Whiskey in hand, Ryder began to contemplate. He needed more information on the Retributors, but the only place he could think of that would offer him that kind of information was Deep Sand, and he really didn't want to go there. Not that he was scared. He was the most reveared bounty hunter in Pandorum after all. He just really didn't feel like wasting bullets on some asshole that challenged him to a gunfight.......which he felt was bound to happen. Besides, the people in Deep Sand hated him. He shrugged, threw back his shot, and ordered another.
"Not a lot of excitement going on tonight, huh?" Ryder said to no one in particular.
OOC Notes
Michaline sighed, pushing her green hair out of her eyes. All she wanted was a room with running water, be it hot or cold, so she could get a bath and sleep. And here was this half-drunk, bald fat guy stopping her.
"Listen man, I'm not interested. I just collected my bounty, and I just want sleep. Now, are you going to let me pass, or do I have to make you move?" She said in a surprisngly sweet voice, which did not reach her eyes.
The man belched. "Now listen here missy...I'll pay you good...you just gotta come with me and do your...'stuff'." The man said with a wink.
Michaline looked disgusted. A couple of his buddies behind him laughed, and one of them said, "Come on girlie. He's telling the truth when he says he'll pay you. And then you can come to my room..." The others laughed again, and some of them whistled. Again, the man began to speak. "So...whad'ya say we head up and get started?"
Glaring at the man, Michaline finaly snapped. Grabbing the front of his shirt, she hauled him up against the already cracked doorframe. Her emerald eyes danced with fire as she scowled at the now shocked man. "Listen, bub, what part of 'I'm not interested' don't you understand? I'm not a fucking prostitue, so you can forget that idea entirely. You..." Her eyes flickered to his friends, some of whom had stood up, some looking scared, "And your group of shameless friends. Go find some other girl to harass, because you definately don't want to make me any madder. If you do, you might just find you're missing a few essential body parts." She drew the knife out of her sleeve, holding it next to the man's throat, who now looked positively terrifed. "Like your head, for instnace."
The man blubbered something that may have supposed to be an apology, and she dropped him, sheathing the blade. Off balance, he thudded to the ground, and Michaline stepped around him, crossing the floor to the man who stood behind the counter, looking impressed. "Got a room?"
The man nodded. "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. Must say, Missy, quite impressive how you handled yourself. Most women don't have that kind of spunk around here. Tell me, you said something about collecting a bounty earlier. You a Hunter, then, I take it?"
Michaline's eyes flickered. The man visibly flinched. "Yeah, I'm a Hunter all right. The name's Dessert Emerald. Now, about that room?"
The man nodded, and ten minuets later, Michaline was in a bathtub.
"Listen man, I'm not interested. I just collected my bounty, and I just want sleep. Now, are you going to let me pass, or do I have to make you move?" She said in a surprisngly sweet voice, which did not reach her eyes.
The man belched. "Now listen here missy...I'll pay you good...you just gotta come with me and do your...'stuff'." The man said with a wink.
Michaline looked disgusted. A couple of his buddies behind him laughed, and one of them said, "Come on girlie. He's telling the truth when he says he'll pay you. And then you can come to my room..." The others laughed again, and some of them whistled. Again, the man began to speak. "So...whad'ya say we head up and get started?"
Glaring at the man, Michaline finaly snapped. Grabbing the front of his shirt, she hauled him up against the already cracked doorframe. Her emerald eyes danced with fire as she scowled at the now shocked man. "Listen, bub, what part of 'I'm not interested' don't you understand? I'm not a fucking prostitue, so you can forget that idea entirely. You..." Her eyes flickered to his friends, some of whom had stood up, some looking scared, "And your group of shameless friends. Go find some other girl to harass, because you definately don't want to make me any madder. If you do, you might just find you're missing a few essential body parts." She drew the knife out of her sleeve, holding it next to the man's throat, who now looked positively terrifed. "Like your head, for instnace."
The man blubbered something that may have supposed to be an apology, and she dropped him, sheathing the blade. Off balance, he thudded to the ground, and Michaline stepped around him, crossing the floor to the man who stood behind the counter, looking impressed. "Got a room?"
The man nodded. "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. Must say, Missy, quite impressive how you handled yourself. Most women don't have that kind of spunk around here. Tell me, you said something about collecting a bounty earlier. You a Hunter, then, I take it?"
Michaline's eyes flickered. The man visibly flinched. "Yeah, I'm a Hunter all right. The name's Dessert Emerald. Now, about that room?"
The man nodded, and ten minuets later, Michaline was in a bathtub.
OOC Notes
Gray stepped into Reily's Salon with a cracked off expression on his face. He was doing Reily a favor...again. In exchange for another day of rest here, Gray had offered to rework the current well that Reily used to get fresh water. It took him all damned day, but it was finally done. Gray wasn't wearing much, either. He'd gone out to work in no more than his pants and gloves, though of course he kept his butterfly knife and machete handy. As Gray walked into the bar, dirt and sand fell from his shoulders, hair and clothing. The young hunter cracked his neck, rolled his shoulder till it popped, then sat next to the disturbingly mean looking gentleman shooting Death Whiskey. He listened as the fat bastard harrassed the younger girl. 'Jackass told me he'd stop that,' Gray thought dully. 'If I'm right...he owes me something.'
As soon as the girl vanished into a room, Gray stood up and walked over to the fat man. "Dorian," he said, low but easily heard. When he talked, everyone else shut the hell up. Those who knew him, anyway. "You just harrassed another innocent girl. That means you owe me."
The fat bastard fell off his chair and backed up quick. "Hey, hold on now, Prometheus!" he tried to beg. "I didn't do nothin' big! I was just jackin' around, ya know?"
"Deal's a deal, fatass," Gray muttered, absently flicking out his butterfly knife. "You owe me a left testicle."
"I wasn't serious about that!" Dorian yelled back. "You got to be kidding me!"
Gray smiled wickedly, and opened his previously closed eyes. "Wrong answer."
Known as Prometheus, Gray was charactorized by his quick movements. He moved forward quickly and drew his longer blade, then lashed it across the bigger man's face. If he'd have sliced harder, it would have cleaved the man's head off. But instead it just ruptured his airway and sent blood gushing down it. He drowned on himself in a few seconds. The man's friends tried to get around him, but Gray flicked his blade at them, hard enough to send a splash of blood into their faces. "Go ahead," he growled, eyes closed again. "I'm beggin' ya."
The men sat down quickly, two or three breaking off to drag Dorian out of Reily's place. Gray sat down again, back next to the gentleman shooting Death Whiskey. "Reily," he said, "I'll take a shot of this. Next one of his is on me as well. I'm feeling generous."
Once the man brought the shots out, Gray raised his glass and said, loudly. "To those who don't take bullshit." And, with a straight face, he knocked back his glass.
As soon as the girl vanished into a room, Gray stood up and walked over to the fat man. "Dorian," he said, low but easily heard. When he talked, everyone else shut the hell up. Those who knew him, anyway. "You just harrassed another innocent girl. That means you owe me."
The fat bastard fell off his chair and backed up quick. "Hey, hold on now, Prometheus!" he tried to beg. "I didn't do nothin' big! I was just jackin' around, ya know?"
"Deal's a deal, fatass," Gray muttered, absently flicking out his butterfly knife. "You owe me a left testicle."
"I wasn't serious about that!" Dorian yelled back. "You got to be kidding me!"
Gray smiled wickedly, and opened his previously closed eyes. "Wrong answer."
Known as Prometheus, Gray was charactorized by his quick movements. He moved forward quickly and drew his longer blade, then lashed it across the bigger man's face. If he'd have sliced harder, it would have cleaved the man's head off. But instead it just ruptured his airway and sent blood gushing down it. He drowned on himself in a few seconds. The man's friends tried to get around him, but Gray flicked his blade at them, hard enough to send a splash of blood into their faces. "Go ahead," he growled, eyes closed again. "I'm beggin' ya."
The men sat down quickly, two or three breaking off to drag Dorian out of Reily's place. Gray sat down again, back next to the gentleman shooting Death Whiskey. "Reily," he said, "I'll take a shot of this. Next one of his is on me as well. I'm feeling generous."
Once the man brought the shots out, Gray raised his glass and said, loudly. "To those who don't take bullshit." And, with a straight face, he knocked back his glass.
OOC Notes
Ryder watched as the girl handled her harassers with ease. It was as if he saw himself, in the form of a girl, at that age. He grinned as she walked towards the counter.
"Got a room?" the girl asked Reily.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do", Reily replied, "Must say, Missy, quite impressive how you handled yourself. Most women don't have that kind of spunk around here. Tell me, you said something about collecting a bounty earlier. You a Hunter, then, I take it?"
The girl's eyes seemed to spark to life with a fire unlike any you see campers around. Reily seemed to cringe in place where he stood. "Yeah, I'm a Hunter all right. The name's Dessert Emerald. Now, about that room?"
Reily handed her the keys to one of the upstairs rooms, and she headed off. Ryder watched her leave out of curiosity. After she had gone, his attention turned back to the still-shaken Reily. "You seem a bit taken with her Rei", Ryder teased. Reily began to sputter out "do not"'s and "shut up"'s. When the bartender finally calmed down, he looked over to Ryder. "What kind of name is Desert Emerald anyway? Some kinda alias?" Ryder turned his attention back to the stairs the girl had gone up, thinking intently.
A man that Ryder never even noticed enter the saloon came up on the fat bastard that was harassing the girl. After a bit of an argument, the guy sliced the fat man with a knife, leaving him to die in his own blood. Ryder wouldn't object to the action, but he still couldn't fully agree that what the man did was right. He stayed silent though, as the man had walked over and ordered Ryder and himself some shots. "To those who don't take bullshit", the man said, knocking the drink back. Ryder did the same, letting the alcohol warm him. He looked back at the stairs.
"Desert Emerald huh?" Ryder asked himself, "Her name's familiar, but I don't know why....." he trailed off. Spinning his stool back to Reily, he leaned in and whispered in a very low voice, "I think I've seen her before. She might've been the girl that did the King brothers in". Reily raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Ya think?" he said, just as hushed as Ryder. Ryder rubbed his hairless chin. "Could be". Ordering another shot of Death Whiskey, Ryder took the time to relax and let it all sink in. "Mind if I hole up here tonight? I gotta hell of day ahead of me tomorrow". Reily rolled his eyes. "This is gonna work your tab up to $2500", he said cautiously. Ryder reached his hand out as if asking for keys, which Reily reluctantly forked over. "C'mon Rei, you act like I've never done anything for you", Ryder said. Reily lowered his voice. "If only you hadn't" he said. "Heard that", Ryder retorted. Ryder was about to stand and head upstairs, when two newcomers walked in the door, all dressed in cowboy attire, the taller one holding a Hellfire Arms Throat Ripper shotgun, the short one holding what appeared to be a megaphone.
"Listen here y'all. This here's our saloon now. So if y'alls fond of breathin' y'alls fond of leavin'". The bigger guy fired a slug into the ceiling, a sign that these guys weren't kidding. Ryder leaned closer to Reily. "Don't say I never did you a favor", he said before whirling around and training his pistols on the two men.
The bigger guy aimed at Ryder, teeth clenched and a snarl escaping his mouth. The shorter guy brought the megaphone to his lips, drawing a Hellfire Arms Pea Shooter Repeater from behind. "Hang on there fella. Whatchu think yer doin'? All Bubba here's gotta do is pull the trigger n' you might as well call yourself dog food". That's when it hit Ryder. He knew exactly who these two doofuses were:
"Everett and Bubba McCall, you slimy bastards. You thought you'd get away from me, didn't you?" The two brothers' eyes got wider than a hooker's mouth at that point. "Oh sheeit", Everett muttered.
"Oh shit's right", Ryder said, his trigger fingers tightening.
"Got a room?" the girl asked Reily.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do", Reily replied, "Must say, Missy, quite impressive how you handled yourself. Most women don't have that kind of spunk around here. Tell me, you said something about collecting a bounty earlier. You a Hunter, then, I take it?"
The girl's eyes seemed to spark to life with a fire unlike any you see campers around. Reily seemed to cringe in place where he stood. "Yeah, I'm a Hunter all right. The name's Dessert Emerald. Now, about that room?"
Reily handed her the keys to one of the upstairs rooms, and she headed off. Ryder watched her leave out of curiosity. After she had gone, his attention turned back to the still-shaken Reily. "You seem a bit taken with her Rei", Ryder teased. Reily began to sputter out "do not"'s and "shut up"'s. When the bartender finally calmed down, he looked over to Ryder. "What kind of name is Desert Emerald anyway? Some kinda alias?" Ryder turned his attention back to the stairs the girl had gone up, thinking intently.
A man that Ryder never even noticed enter the saloon came up on the fat bastard that was harassing the girl. After a bit of an argument, the guy sliced the fat man with a knife, leaving him to die in his own blood. Ryder wouldn't object to the action, but he still couldn't fully agree that what the man did was right. He stayed silent though, as the man had walked over and ordered Ryder and himself some shots. "To those who don't take bullshit", the man said, knocking the drink back. Ryder did the same, letting the alcohol warm him. He looked back at the stairs.
"Desert Emerald huh?" Ryder asked himself, "Her name's familiar, but I don't know why....." he trailed off. Spinning his stool back to Reily, he leaned in and whispered in a very low voice, "I think I've seen her before. She might've been the girl that did the King brothers in". Reily raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Ya think?" he said, just as hushed as Ryder. Ryder rubbed his hairless chin. "Could be". Ordering another shot of Death Whiskey, Ryder took the time to relax and let it all sink in. "Mind if I hole up here tonight? I gotta hell of day ahead of me tomorrow". Reily rolled his eyes. "This is gonna work your tab up to $2500", he said cautiously. Ryder reached his hand out as if asking for keys, which Reily reluctantly forked over. "C'mon Rei, you act like I've never done anything for you", Ryder said. Reily lowered his voice. "If only you hadn't" he said. "Heard that", Ryder retorted. Ryder was about to stand and head upstairs, when two newcomers walked in the door, all dressed in cowboy attire, the taller one holding a Hellfire Arms Throat Ripper shotgun, the short one holding what appeared to be a megaphone.
"Listen here y'all. This here's our saloon now. So if y'alls fond of breathin' y'alls fond of leavin'". The bigger guy fired a slug into the ceiling, a sign that these guys weren't kidding. Ryder leaned closer to Reily. "Don't say I never did you a favor", he said before whirling around and training his pistols on the two men.
The bigger guy aimed at Ryder, teeth clenched and a snarl escaping his mouth. The shorter guy brought the megaphone to his lips, drawing a Hellfire Arms Pea Shooter Repeater from behind. "Hang on there fella. Whatchu think yer doin'? All Bubba here's gotta do is pull the trigger n' you might as well call yourself dog food". That's when it hit Ryder. He knew exactly who these two doofuses were:
"Everett and Bubba McCall, you slimy bastards. You thought you'd get away from me, didn't you?" The two brothers' eyes got wider than a hooker's mouth at that point. "Oh sheeit", Everett muttered.
"Oh shit's right", Ryder said, his trigger fingers tightening.
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By instinct, Michaline reached for one of her magnums the second she heard the voice in a megaphone and the shot fired. Which, by chance, came through the floor of her room. One sniff told her all she needed to know. The McCall brothers. However, she heasitated when she heard someon say,
"Everett and Bubba McCall, you slimy bastards. You thought you'd get away from me, didn't you?"
They would be someone else's call. Dressing quickly, she silently clamored down the stairs, staying out of sight, intent on watching the scene unfold. There was blood at the table where the fat guy had been. What happened? She wondered. Her eyes trained on the one with white hair, guns trained on the McCalls. A spark of recognition passed across her face. Hell...if it isn't Ryder himself. I'll be...
"Everett and Bubba McCall, you slimy bastards. You thought you'd get away from me, didn't you?"
They would be someone else's call. Dressing quickly, she silently clamored down the stairs, staying out of sight, intent on watching the scene unfold. There was blood at the table where the fat guy had been. What happened? She wondered. Her eyes trained on the one with white hair, guns trained on the McCalls. A spark of recognition passed across her face. Hell...if it isn't Ryder himself. I'll be...
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Bubba grinned maliciously, licking his sweaty lips as Ryder stared at the two intently. "Kill 'im!" Everett sang. Bubba pulled the trigger. A heavy lead slug passed through the air towards Ryder, who twisted his body sideways just in time to watch the giant projectile fly and smash through the wall behind him. The two brothers scrambled to their right, knocking over tables and taking cover. Ryder dove behind the counter, taking Reily down with him. As Reily lay there, collecting himself, Ryder was already crouched over. "Don't move, no matter what", he told the bartender. Reily nodded, and Ryder popped up, firing off a few rounds toward where the McCalls were hiding. Bullets made splinters of the wooden appliances of the saloon. The two brothers popped their heads up every once in a while to shoot the wall, and Ryder popped up to just barely miss the center of Bubba's head.
The two brothers took their chances to reload, Ryder still firing away before he too ran out of bullets. He stooped down to reload, ducking his head as shattered glass rained down on him from the incessant gunfire that came from the other end of the saloon. Popping back up, Ryder began to fire again, pausing for a moment to let the bandits think he'd emptied his guns. They resurfaced, only to realize they'd been swindled and, after firing off a few desperate shots, took to cover again. Ryder needed another reload, and jammed the bullets into his guns quickly before reemerging from cover. He looked dead at the tables, until he saw something interesting above: a large ornate chandelier, hanging over the two tables the bandits were using for cover. Aiming up at the ceiling, Ryder shot and snapped the cables holding the illuminating apparatus in place, watching it fall to the ground. Shards of glass and a limp hand emerged from the table to his left, while from the table to his right, he heard shouts of worry and frustration.
seems Everett was out of commission. Only Bubba remained now, and he wasn't that big a deal. Ryder took a deep breath, backed up into the storage room, and came sprinting out. Placing a foot on the bar, he leaped over, guns pointed at the ground as he sailed through the air, going over Bubba's head and firing off three rounds. The bandit got out one, and Ryder landed on his feet.
An air of tension filled the bar as bystanders awaited the outcome of the bullet exchange. After a moment, Bubba slumped over, blood pouring from three holes in his chest.
The McCalls were dead.
Ryder blew the smoke away from the barrell of his gun, holstered his pistols, and sat back down. "So, how much does that take off my tab Reily?" he said to the floor behind the counter.
The two brothers took their chances to reload, Ryder still firing away before he too ran out of bullets. He stooped down to reload, ducking his head as shattered glass rained down on him from the incessant gunfire that came from the other end of the saloon. Popping back up, Ryder began to fire again, pausing for a moment to let the bandits think he'd emptied his guns. They resurfaced, only to realize they'd been swindled and, after firing off a few desperate shots, took to cover again. Ryder needed another reload, and jammed the bullets into his guns quickly before reemerging from cover. He looked dead at the tables, until he saw something interesting above: a large ornate chandelier, hanging over the two tables the bandits were using for cover. Aiming up at the ceiling, Ryder shot and snapped the cables holding the illuminating apparatus in place, watching it fall to the ground. Shards of glass and a limp hand emerged from the table to his left, while from the table to his right, he heard shouts of worry and frustration.
seems Everett was out of commission. Only Bubba remained now, and he wasn't that big a deal. Ryder took a deep breath, backed up into the storage room, and came sprinting out. Placing a foot on the bar, he leaped over, guns pointed at the ground as he sailed through the air, going over Bubba's head and firing off three rounds. The bandit got out one, and Ryder landed on his feet.
An air of tension filled the bar as bystanders awaited the outcome of the bullet exchange. After a moment, Bubba slumped over, blood pouring from three holes in his chest.
The McCalls were dead.
Ryder blew the smoke away from the barrell of his gun, holstered his pistols, and sat back down. "So, how much does that take off my tab Reily?" he said to the floor behind the counter.
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Gray watched rounds whip past him in silence. The brothers were crap shoots, he knew. Why bother to dodge what wouldn't hit him at all? Instead, Gray lit up a single smoke and enjoyed it as it mixed with gunsmoke. He watched as Ryder destroyed the brothers, still seeming bored. He was the only one sitting there calmly, in the middle of a gunfight. Just in case, he reached over the bar to a small shelf where his items lay. He put on his guns, checked them, and then slipped into his goggles and other gear. Once finished, he was able to witness the end of the fight. "Good shootin'," he said casually. "Put another one in Ev for me, will ya? He owes me some money."
Turning, Gray observed the damage. With a lazy hand, he yanked Reily up from his position cowering. "Yo," he said, still sounding bored. "I'll help fix this if you let me stay another couple nights here. Food and bed for as long as it takes, yeah?"
Reily checked to make sure the fight was over, then shrugged. "Sure, why not? Usual spot's yours."
Gray nodded, then spun and whipped up his guns like lightning, yanking both triggers twice each. Two men, who'd been sneaking up behind Ryder, fell dead, eyes now blank, bloody holes. "Eyes on your ass, old man," Gray muttered as he holstered his weapons.
Turning, Gray observed the damage. With a lazy hand, he yanked Reily up from his position cowering. "Yo," he said, still sounding bored. "I'll help fix this if you let me stay another couple nights here. Food and bed for as long as it takes, yeah?"
Reily checked to make sure the fight was over, then shrugged. "Sure, why not? Usual spot's yours."
Gray nodded, then spun and whipped up his guns like lightning, yanking both triggers twice each. Two men, who'd been sneaking up behind Ryder, fell dead, eyes now blank, bloody holes. "Eyes on your ass, old man," Gray muttered as he holstered his weapons.
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Michaline grinned, coming out of her hiding spot. "Impressive, Ranger. Seems you really do live up to your title." She said, sitting down at the end of the bar. "However..." Her eyes breifly scanned the room. "If I were him..." She jerked her thumb at Reily. "I'd run your tab up, not down, for the destruction you helped cause. Even if you did rid the world of two more thugs." She heard as some sucked in their breath. No one talked to the Ranger like that if they wanted to live. Of course...she wasn't just anybody.
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Ryder watched the bodies drop behind him. Sure, he could've done something but he figured it was better for someone else to spend their bullets than he spend his. Either way, he gave a polite "thanks" and turned his attention to Reily.
"Impressive, Ranger. Seems you really do live up to your title." the girl from earlier said. "However..." her eyes looked over the room with the scouring of a desert hawk, "If I were him..." she jerked her thumb at Reily, "I'd run your tab up, not down, for the destruction you helped cause. Even if you did rid the world of two more thugs."
Ryder stared at her curiously. "Hmmm, you got a point there girly. Let's see......to be fair Rei, how 'bout you take off, I dunno, say sixty bucks a piece for those two guys, then you can bill me the damage expenses after that. Whaddaya say?" Ryder was grinning. For Reily, it was too good a deal to pass up. He shrugged. "Fine. But just know, this one's gonna hit you like a hammer. A hundred and twenty Panduro's isn't really that big a dent in your tab". Ryder shrugged. "So I'll pay it off with the reward money. Those two go for two-fifty a piece." Ryder spun in his stool for a bit, turning to the two strangers he had just met. "I didn't catch your names", he said casually.
"Impressive, Ranger. Seems you really do live up to your title." the girl from earlier said. "However..." her eyes looked over the room with the scouring of a desert hawk, "If I were him..." she jerked her thumb at Reily, "I'd run your tab up, not down, for the destruction you helped cause. Even if you did rid the world of two more thugs."
Ryder stared at her curiously. "Hmmm, you got a point there girly. Let's see......to be fair Rei, how 'bout you take off, I dunno, say sixty bucks a piece for those two guys, then you can bill me the damage expenses after that. Whaddaya say?" Ryder was grinning. For Reily, it was too good a deal to pass up. He shrugged. "Fine. But just know, this one's gonna hit you like a hammer. A hundred and twenty Panduro's isn't really that big a dent in your tab". Ryder shrugged. "So I'll pay it off with the reward money. Those two go for two-fifty a piece." Ryder spun in his stool for a bit, turning to the two strangers he had just met. "I didn't catch your names", he said casually.
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Gray took a good drag from his smoke, exhaled, then flicked the coffin nail into a pool of blood. "Name's Gray," he said casually. "People around this part of the world call me Jack Mason or Prometheus. Lot of them, like that fatass I took out a minute ago, know me because I took out the Hijacker's gang leader a month ago."
With the appearence of the girl, Gray had hesitated. Females irritated Gray, but for some reason he couldn't touch them. It was weird, but he dealt with it. Even took it as a sign from himself that unless a female was touching him it was just wrong. That was half the reason he killed Dorain earlier. "Desert Emerald, right?" he asked. "Heard about your last party. Nasty business, that."
With the appearence of the girl, Gray had hesitated. Females irritated Gray, but for some reason he couldn't touch them. It was weird, but he dealt with it. Even took it as a sign from himself that unless a female was touching him it was just wrong. That was half the reason he killed Dorain earlier. "Desert Emerald, right?" he asked. "Heard about your last party. Nasty business, that."
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"Yeah, most know me as the Dessert Emerald. My name is Michaline. Michaline Jacques. Or so I've been told." She stared down at Ryder. However, she soon had to drop her gaze. The color of his eyes...they were too much like his...
"Of course it was nasty. The King brothers made sure of that...they liked fighting dirty, but didn't like when you fought dirty back at 'em." A somewhat malicious grin came sprawling across her face.
"Of course it was nasty. The King brothers made sure of that...they liked fighting dirty, but didn't like when you fought dirty back at 'em." A somewhat malicious grin came sprawling across her face.
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'A female I like,' Gray thought. 'What are the odds?'
Turning, Gray regarded the Ranger. "I gotta be honest, old man," he said, pretty much to his face. "I haven't heard much about you past the usual 'he's unstoppable' comments. But I honestly don't care about that. I'd like to know why you didn't just plug those two idiots and save me the trouble of fixing this damn wall?"
Turning, Gray regarded the Ranger. "I gotta be honest, old man," he said, pretty much to his face. "I haven't heard much about you past the usual 'he's unstoppable' comments. But I honestly don't care about that. I'd like to know why you didn't just plug those two idiots and save me the trouble of fixing this damn wall?"
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Ryder regareded Gray's question with a smile. "Well, here's the thing really: I pull the trigger, they drop like coconuts off a tree, end of story. Doesn't sound like much fun does it?" He eyed the two, noticing that the girl wouldn't look him in the face. "There's something about the excitement of a gunfight that just makes me feel......alive I guess the word would be."
Ryder tipped his hat to both of them. "Now, if there's no more questions, I'd like to go to bed now. Reily, do you have a place for the bodies until morning?" Reily pointed a thumb towards the back of the saloon. "Excellent", Ryder said. He walked over, grabbing the bodies by their arms and dragging them into the back. Reily locked the door and said good night to Ryder. Ryder paused before going up the stairs.
Laying in bed, Ryder couldn't help but think to himself. Maybe potential allies? Hmmm. Can't let 'em get too close though....
His eyelids grew heavy. He was tired after today's events. His eyes slammed shut and he was out for the night.....
Ryder tipped his hat to both of them. "Now, if there's no more questions, I'd like to go to bed now. Reily, do you have a place for the bodies until morning?" Reily pointed a thumb towards the back of the saloon. "Excellent", Ryder said. He walked over, grabbing the bodies by their arms and dragging them into the back. Reily locked the door and said good night to Ryder. Ryder paused before going up the stairs.
Laying in bed, Ryder couldn't help but think to himself. Maybe potential allies? Hmmm. Can't let 'em get too close though....
His eyelids grew heavy. He was tired after today's events. His eyes slammed shut and he was out for the night.....
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Michaline guessed that it was Ryder's eyes that brought back the nightmares.
There she was again, alone and helpless, with the thug pointing his gun at her. She didn't know who he was, or why he wanted to kill her. Then, there was Remiel, just in time to take the bullet for her.
As usual, he died, right there in hiss arms, saying he loved her. Then the dream changed. Remiel was now pointing the gun at her, his eyes void, just empty sockets. He had an evil grin with rotting teeth.
Just before he pulled the trigger, he recited, just like he always did, "Why'd you let me die? If you had just been strong enough you could've taken him out by yourself, and I wouldn't have died!" As usal, she couldn't speak, just pleaded with him with her eyes as he pulled the trigger.
Michaline woke up in a cold sweat. She stared down at her trembling hands, clenched them, and then slammed one fist against the wall behind her, not caring that there were others trying to sleep. Blasted eyes...why'd they have to look like...She couldn't even bring herself to think his name anymore, she felt so guilty.
There she was again, alone and helpless, with the thug pointing his gun at her. She didn't know who he was, or why he wanted to kill her. Then, there was Remiel, just in time to take the bullet for her.
As usual, he died, right there in hiss arms, saying he loved her. Then the dream changed. Remiel was now pointing the gun at her, his eyes void, just empty sockets. He had an evil grin with rotting teeth.
Just before he pulled the trigger, he recited, just like he always did, "Why'd you let me die? If you had just been strong enough you could've taken him out by yourself, and I wouldn't have died!" As usal, she couldn't speak, just pleaded with him with her eyes as he pulled the trigger.
Michaline woke up in a cold sweat. She stared down at her trembling hands, clenched them, and then slammed one fist against the wall behind her, not caring that there were others trying to sleep. Blasted eyes...why'd they have to look like...She couldn't even bring herself to think his name anymore, she felt so guilty.
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It was pitch-black outside, not even this plannet's moon seemed to slice through the blackness. Of course, this is how it was most of the time. Joey moved through this darkness expertly. Not so much following his eyes...more of following his feet. He knew the path well; Saratown was one of his homes away from home. Or....something sentimental like that. Joey had been too tired to speak deeply. His eyes grew heavy with each step, as if the strength was being sapped straight from him. "Damn. Fuggin'....desert. If I... have to crawl... over one more sand dune.... I will shoot it level..." He said, extremely slouched over as he walked. He trudged on, his eyes watching the sand at his feet, almost closed anyway. He pray he wasn't too far from Saratown.... But relief was about to hit him....
Or rather, vice versa, anyway.
Joey's head smacked against the wall of Reily's Salon, with a resounding 'wha'thwack'. The man dressed as a priest, groaned as if some kind of zombie, before falling straight backwards, landing on the sand underneith him. "Face...hurts...more than..yours looks..." He mumbled. If it wasn't for the chill growing in the nightime, he would've just slept there. He gradually pushed himself up, and shook his white robes, before going around the building, and stepping inside. The man, Reily, was an aquantence of Joey. Not really friends, but they knew each other....
"'Ey. Reily. Gimme a place ta sleep, eh?" He said ruggedly, looking at Reily.
"The usual rate, Joe." Reily responded.
"'Ey! You gonna charge a holy man to sleep? What kind of dirty deal is that?" Joey said, jerking his head up to look at Riley rather disgruntled.
" It's called the 'I've got to eat too, deal', Joe. Besides, you're not even...."
" 'ey'ey'eyeyey! Don't even start that, Rei." Started, in his brooklyn accent. "It's a real religion; get over it. I don't care if it's got 1 follower or 20,000. It's a religion."
"Of shooting people?" Reily asked.
"Sure, why not. Jus' give me a room, man. I'll argue about paying extra in the morning." He said, pinching at his eyes.
"Fine. Jus'..." Reily started, before Joey started to talk away.
"Yeh, yeh. I got'cha. I've been here before..." Joey droned as he started down the hall. Without even checking to see if it was occupied, Joey pushed open the door the first room, talking a few silent steps forward, before flopping down on the bed before him, with an unusually loud 'fump'.
Joey didn't even bother to open his eyes, but he groaned loudly. "Why do they make these bed so lumpy....?" He groaned, already half-asleep as soon as he hit the bed.
Or rather, vice versa, anyway.
Joey's head smacked against the wall of Reily's Salon, with a resounding 'wha'thwack'. The man dressed as a priest, groaned as if some kind of zombie, before falling straight backwards, landing on the sand underneith him. "Face...hurts...more than..yours looks..." He mumbled. If it wasn't for the chill growing in the nightime, he would've just slept there. He gradually pushed himself up, and shook his white robes, before going around the building, and stepping inside. The man, Reily, was an aquantence of Joey. Not really friends, but they knew each other....
"'Ey. Reily. Gimme a place ta sleep, eh?" He said ruggedly, looking at Reily.
"The usual rate, Joe." Reily responded.
"'Ey! You gonna charge a holy man to sleep? What kind of dirty deal is that?" Joey said, jerking his head up to look at Riley rather disgruntled.
" It's called the 'I've got to eat too, deal', Joe. Besides, you're not even...."
" 'ey'ey'eyeyey! Don't even start that, Rei." Started, in his brooklyn accent. "It's a real religion; get over it. I don't care if it's got 1 follower or 20,000. It's a religion."
"Of shooting people?" Reily asked.
"Sure, why not. Jus' give me a room, man. I'll argue about paying extra in the morning." He said, pinching at his eyes.
"Fine. Jus'..." Reily started, before Joey started to talk away.
"Yeh, yeh. I got'cha. I've been here before..." Joey droned as he started down the hall. Without even checking to see if it was occupied, Joey pushed open the door the first room, talking a few silent steps forward, before flopping down on the bed before him, with an unusually loud 'fump'.
Joey didn't even bother to open his eyes, but he groaned loudly. "Why do they make these bed so lumpy....?" He groaned, already half-asleep as soon as he hit the bed.
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The machine groaned in the cool night air; the motors clattered for lack of fuel, the joints squealed for lubrication. The mounted guns, despite their name, rattled with the shells obstructing their barrels. The machine was in rare form, with everything that could conceivably go wrong, going wrong. The machine was known to some as "Bonequaker", to few as the "Scarlet Walker", but to most as "That huge metal beast". The pilot of this amalgamate was a man known mainly as "Watchspring", but also as "Riktus", and to few as "That jackass riding that metal beast". The Walker showed some clear wear-and-tear, and was in dire need of maintenance to keep the thing from falling out from under him.
This, however, didn't stop Riktus from pushing the contraption harder, in an attempt to reach the mechanic's shop, or at least a shelter, before the walker gave up on him. Chewing on a clump of devilgrass, he scanned the surroundings rapidly, wanting to be sure that no bandits, thieves, or outlaws took a fancy to his creation. At night, Riktus was incredibly paranoid, though not much really happened to him even during the day. Swearing under his breath, he glanced at the various quivering dials on the panel beneath him, the mechanical complaints being long swept from his mind. "I need to get you somewhere safe; there's now way I'll make it to the workshop in your condition. That, and I could use some sleep." He said aloud to himself, steering the slow, plodding machine towards a building with a sign he didn't bother to read, which read "Reily's Salon".
Slowing to a quavering halt, Bonequaker dropped the cabin down enough to allow him to disembark. Clambering from the ten-foot monstrosity of metal to the ground, he began to twitch slightly, as the mutated weed he so dearly enjoyed lost it's principal chemical, and thus it's use. Spitting the masticated, saliva-soaked wad of plant matter onto the ground, he reached into his small drawstring pouch and replaced the now defunct wad. Grinning, and twirling the ignition key to the Walker around his finger, he skipped into the saloon and right up to the bar. "Excuse me sir; do you have some place where I can stash something rather large and dangerous? I'd be willing to pay extra to sleep in the same area. I hate to leave my little device unattended." He grinned as he said this, chewing the grass and twirling the keys.
This, however, didn't stop Riktus from pushing the contraption harder, in an attempt to reach the mechanic's shop, or at least a shelter, before the walker gave up on him. Chewing on a clump of devilgrass, he scanned the surroundings rapidly, wanting to be sure that no bandits, thieves, or outlaws took a fancy to his creation. At night, Riktus was incredibly paranoid, though not much really happened to him even during the day. Swearing under his breath, he glanced at the various quivering dials on the panel beneath him, the mechanical complaints being long swept from his mind. "I need to get you somewhere safe; there's now way I'll make it to the workshop in your condition. That, and I could use some sleep." He said aloud to himself, steering the slow, plodding machine towards a building with a sign he didn't bother to read, which read "Reily's Salon".
Slowing to a quavering halt, Bonequaker dropped the cabin down enough to allow him to disembark. Clambering from the ten-foot monstrosity of metal to the ground, he began to twitch slightly, as the mutated weed he so dearly enjoyed lost it's principal chemical, and thus it's use. Spitting the masticated, saliva-soaked wad of plant matter onto the ground, he reached into his small drawstring pouch and replaced the now defunct wad. Grinning, and twirling the ignition key to the Walker around his finger, he skipped into the saloon and right up to the bar. "Excuse me sir; do you have some place where I can stash something rather large and dangerous? I'd be willing to pay extra to sleep in the same area. I hate to leave my little device unattended." He grinned as he said this, chewing the grass and twirling the keys.
OOC Notes
"OH HELL NO!" Gray roared. A man had just walked in and dropped on top of him. He whipped out his butterfly knife and pushed the body off of him, then got his entire form scrunched together before pushing off as hard as he could, sending the man into the far wall if it worked right. He croutched then, knife in left hand, Scythe in right. "What the friggin fek, man?!" Gray roared at the priest. "Pay some attention, you lazy ass holy-man!"
(This is all assuming you'd like some kind of past with our two characters. Otherwise just cut out the last quote.)
(This is all assuming you'd like some kind of past with our two characters. Otherwise just cut out the last quote.)
OOC Notes
Ryder awoke to start. His head felt like a mess of memories and dreams compiled together to torment him. The earliest rays of sunlight beamed in through his window. He decided it might be time to skip town. With a hefty sigh and a quick movement, he was out of bed and dressed within seconds. He checked his guns, making sure they were fully loaded and headed out of his bedroom door.
He made sure to retrieve the bodies (after violently retrieving Reily from his sleep) of the McCalls, dropping them off at the sherriff's and collecting the bounty. He then handed that money to Reily (his tab evened out to twenty-five hundred after the payment) and made his way to the Saraville limits. People were just now starting to rise, going through the daily grind of work. Ryder had no interest in sticking around. He decided to head to Yuro Town and see if any Hunter business was going on. Upon seeing a large metal machine hovered in Saraville, Ryder began to wonder why he always attracted the weirdest shit before stepping over the border. A large blackened sigh that read "Thanks 4 visitin'" was the last thing he saw before the desert sands caught his vision.
On the road, Ryder was aware of something following him. He didn't dare check on what it was, ever cautious that it could be a Wraith. So, he kept walking, Yuro Town bound with a hearty tune whistling from his lips.
He made sure to retrieve the bodies (after violently retrieving Reily from his sleep) of the McCalls, dropping them off at the sherriff's and collecting the bounty. He then handed that money to Reily (his tab evened out to twenty-five hundred after the payment) and made his way to the Saraville limits. People were just now starting to rise, going through the daily grind of work. Ryder had no interest in sticking around. He decided to head to Yuro Town and see if any Hunter business was going on. Upon seeing a large metal machine hovered in Saraville, Ryder began to wonder why he always attracted the weirdest shit before stepping over the border. A large blackened sigh that read "Thanks 4 visitin'" was the last thing he saw before the desert sands caught his vision.
On the road, Ryder was aware of something following him. He didn't dare check on what it was, ever cautious that it could be a Wraith. So, he kept walking, Yuro Town bound with a hearty tune whistling from his lips.
OOC Notes
Michaline had a headache from the lack of sleep, and Ryder's whistling did not help. She had kept silent, a little surprised that he was headed in the same direction she was, to Yuro Town, but hadn't botherd to say anything to him.
His eyes annoyed her.
Finaly, her headache got the better of her and she snapped at him, "Will you please shut up?" Her green eyes had narrowed, in an attempt to keep the blinding sun out of them. She was surprised to find her mind drifting back to when she had left, just after Ryder. By some random thought, she had payed off the rest of the money, twenty-five hundred to be exact, on Ryder's tab, telling Reily not to tell him who had payed.
Reily had been surprised that she had been able to come up with that high amount of cash, hell, everyone was. But, even at the age of 19, she was a succesful bounty hunter, and she didn't spend her spoils too often. However, Reily accepted the payment, and promised to keep silent.
His eyes annoyed her.
Finaly, her headache got the better of her and she snapped at him, "Will you please shut up?" Her green eyes had narrowed, in an attempt to keep the blinding sun out of them. She was surprised to find her mind drifting back to when she had left, just after Ryder. By some random thought, she had payed off the rest of the money, twenty-five hundred to be exact, on Ryder's tab, telling Reily not to tell him who had payed.
Reily had been surprised that she had been able to come up with that high amount of cash, hell, everyone was. But, even at the age of 19, she was a succesful bounty hunter, and she didn't spend her spoils too often. However, Reily accepted the payment, and promised to keep silent.
OOC Notes
"I had a feeling it was you", Ryder said after walking forward a few paces. "Good thing. I hate having to deal with Wraiths. Nearly impossible to kill, those little fuckers are". He stopped, turning to face the girl. "Which brings up the question of why you're following me?" He raised a suspicious eyebrow at her. His hands seemed to hang there by his sides, almost ignorant of his pistols. He didn't anticipate that she was there to kill him, so they really weren't that neccessary. Besides, he was confident enough that he could handle the girl easily if she tried anything too stupid.
With or without guns.
"You aren't here to make me pay Reily back are you? I told him I'd settle it this morning. Oh wait, he told you to kill me right? Oh well". Of course, every word coming out of his mouth was sarcastic and definately not threatening, but he loved poking fun at people. "Anywho, mind telling me what your business is out here exactly?" he said, tilting his head toward her.
With or without guns.
"You aren't here to make me pay Reily back are you? I told him I'd settle it this morning. Oh wait, he told you to kill me right? Oh well". Of course, every word coming out of his mouth was sarcastic and definately not threatening, but he loved poking fun at people. "Anywho, mind telling me what your business is out here exactly?" he said, tilting his head toward her.
OOC Notes
Joey was ready to let sleep embrace him, let the sandman carry away his fatigue...when all of a sudden....
"OH HELL NO!"
Joey had barely enough time to open his eyes, before he was lauched like a cannon away from the bed. He didn't actually make it to the wall...but he definitely had some airtime, before landing on the ground with a thud. "Oooowww... By Garhang Tal'Chen.... Who would wake a monk when he's..." Joey started, before he rolled over, to see the man. "Oh. That might be reason." He said in a dull, monotone voice. The monk sat up, a still exausted look in his eyes. He slowly got up, before he looked over the man. He had both a knife, and a gun. A rather nice gun, too. "'ey. I'm not looking for trouble, put your away. I've got no scuffle wit'chu. So...no need to..." He started, before reaching to scratch his chin.
He then stopped, eying the man over again.
"Waiiiit a minute. I know you! You're...earrgg... ahhh.. Jack Mason, wasn't it? I believe that's wha'cha name was! Yeah, I'm sure!" He said, reaching up to scratch his own head. He should've been a little nervous. He had...quote-unquote "Stolen", one of the man's bouties. Just because he claimed the bounty first doesn't mean he stole it. Although he had cut the man's hand off after he found him dead, as proof of the deed. Nothing wrong with that, right...? Joey grinned, fatigue apperent. "Jeeze, man, it's been some days since I saw you last. Days. How's the business goin' for ya?" He said, trying to be casual, knowing that it probably wouldn't work...
"OH HELL NO!"
Joey had barely enough time to open his eyes, before he was lauched like a cannon away from the bed. He didn't actually make it to the wall...but he definitely had some airtime, before landing on the ground with a thud. "Oooowww... By Garhang Tal'Chen.... Who would wake a monk when he's..." Joey started, before he rolled over, to see the man. "Oh. That might be reason." He said in a dull, monotone voice. The monk sat up, a still exausted look in his eyes. He slowly got up, before he looked over the man. He had both a knife, and a gun. A rather nice gun, too. "'ey. I'm not looking for trouble, put your away. I've got no scuffle wit'chu. So...no need to..." He started, before reaching to scratch his chin.
He then stopped, eying the man over again.
"Waiiiit a minute. I know you! You're...earrgg... ahhh.. Jack Mason, wasn't it? I believe that's wha'cha name was! Yeah, I'm sure!" He said, reaching up to scratch his own head. He should've been a little nervous. He had...quote-unquote "Stolen", one of the man's bouties. Just because he claimed the bounty first doesn't mean he stole it. Although he had cut the man's hand off after he found him dead, as proof of the deed. Nothing wrong with that, right...? Joey grinned, fatigue apperent. "Jeeze, man, it's been some days since I saw you last. Days. How's the business goin' for ya?" He said, trying to be casual, knowing that it probably wouldn't work...
OOC Notes
Gray had a moment to himself. He let rage completely take over for just a second. A single, split second. In that time, he managed to move halfway across the room, grab Joey by the neck, and put the gun to his head. Then reason took over again, and Gray slowly, very slowly ground out his words. "I could have gotten by for a month on that bounty," he growled. "I could have just taken it easy for a whole freaking month. Why the hell...WHY THE HELL DID YOU STEAL MY BOUNTY?!"
Suddenly, Gray mellowed out, then shook his head. "Whatever," he said. Then, so slowly it was almost painful, he drew back the hammer of his Scythe. "Best be right with your Jesus, boy," he growled in fake cowboy accent. And then he pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
"Damn," Gray muttered. "That's gotta be the eighth time this gun's jammed, ever. Including the time I filled it with sand and mud. You must have some kind of divine intervention after all."
Shrugging, Gray stepped back to his things and geared up. "How about this, next time I won't stop pulling the trigger unless you fix Reily's wall, like I promised. We'll call it square."
Suddenly, Gray mellowed out, then shook his head. "Whatever," he said. Then, so slowly it was almost painful, he drew back the hammer of his Scythe. "Best be right with your Jesus, boy," he growled in fake cowboy accent. And then he pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
"Damn," Gray muttered. "That's gotta be the eighth time this gun's jammed, ever. Including the time I filled it with sand and mud. You must have some kind of divine intervention after all."
Shrugging, Gray stepped back to his things and geared up. "How about this, next time I won't stop pulling the trigger unless you fix Reily's wall, like I promised. We'll call it square."
OOC Notes
Michaline glared at Ryder. "No, Reily did not send me to kill you, nor do I give a rat's ass about the money you owe him. That's your buisness, none of mine. And I'm not following you. You just happen to be headed in the same direction that I am, Yuro Town. As for what I'm doing there, it really is none of your buisness, but I can't see how it would hurt telling you. I got a lead I'm following meeting me there. Don't know his name, so don't ask. All I know is he contaced me, said he was from the Retributors. So happens, I'm hunting their leader. Have been, for a while now, with no such luck. My guess, this is some trap set up by an enemy, but then again, it may not, so that's where I'm headed." She said all this while continuing to walk, other than talking, ignoring Ryder. If he wanted to kill her, sure, try. Hell, yeah, she'd probably die, but there was no bounty on her head, so he really didn't have a reason to, unless she pissed him off, which was quite possible in her regaurd. She did that a lot to people.
OOC Notes
Joey hardly had some time before that man had picked him up off the ground, and was almost strangling him. After a few minutes of ranting, before the man drew a gun on him! Joey paniced, sputtering pure gibberish for a moment, nothing but unbroken " Ey"s, "Yo"s and "Whoa"s. He closed his eyes as the hammer was pulled back, and the trigger gained pressure.
Click.
The gun didn't fire. As panic-ish as the situation had been, Joey couldn't help but give gun advice...to the man whom probably would've just killed him like cattle. "Uh, you check the reciever yet? Or maybe, theres something between the firing pin and the hammer?" He said, his face still telling a story of 'don't shoot me'. He couldn't really help being a gun nut, and it was just an impulse. He knew the man would probably would think he was being sarcastic or something but he hated when a gun didn't work like it was supposed to.
"Fix...his wall...?" Joey stated, scratching his chin, trying to remember. " Uh, yeah, sure. Deal. Just don't shoot me, eh?" He said with a laugh.
"So, Missfire Mary, care to tell me what brings you to this little town? Ya'know what, hold it for now. We should talk about this in the morning. This is all a biiiiig misunderstanding." He said, pushing himself to his feet. "We should each get some rest, eh? In SEPARATE beds." He said, starting to leave the room, his carrage of his body obvious showing fatigue.
Click.
The gun didn't fire. As panic-ish as the situation had been, Joey couldn't help but give gun advice...to the man whom probably would've just killed him like cattle. "Uh, you check the reciever yet? Or maybe, theres something between the firing pin and the hammer?" He said, his face still telling a story of 'don't shoot me'. He couldn't really help being a gun nut, and it was just an impulse. He knew the man would probably would think he was being sarcastic or something but he hated when a gun didn't work like it was supposed to.
"Fix...his wall...?" Joey stated, scratching his chin, trying to remember. " Uh, yeah, sure. Deal. Just don't shoot me, eh?" He said with a laugh.
"So, Missfire Mary, care to tell me what brings you to this little town? Ya'know what, hold it for now. We should talk about this in the morning. This is all a biiiiig misunderstanding." He said, pushing himself to his feet. "We should each get some rest, eh? In SEPARATE beds." He said, starting to leave the room, his carrage of his body obvious showing fatigue.
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Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Yeah, sorry guys.
This RP isn't exactly holding my interest anymore. I mean, I've pitched the Ryder character in so many other roleplays, and have tried time and time again to make a post-apocalyptic RP and make one last, but lack of interest has kept me from being here.
So, I regret to say, I won't be returning.
Sorry to have wasted your time.
This RP isn't exactly holding my interest anymore. I mean, I've pitched the Ryder character in so many other roleplays, and have tried time and time again to make a post-apocalyptic RP and make one last, but lack of interest has kept me from being here.
So, I regret to say, I won't be returning.
Sorry to have wasted your time.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Okay, I should have said this a while ago. I'm dropping this RP.
Sorry, but RL problems and quite a few other RPs have pulled my attention. I'm also sorry for leaving a character dead in the water.
Sorry, but RL problems and quite a few other RPs have pulled my attention. I'm also sorry for leaving a character dead in the water.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Hey, Welcome...are you gonna post again? If not, I'm going to drop the role play...
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
I apologize in advance to any short posts I might be making in the near future. Argus isn't fighting any more which takes away a lot of potential detail. Nor can he speak so dialogue has been removed from his end of things. If Ratchet knows sign language they could communicate but I don't know how likely that is. Happy rping all the same!
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Heathenistic, in response to your post, you could try interacting with an NPC. Like I sid, this RP has no restrictions as far as what situations you make up so long as they are reasonable. If you wish to interact with other players, locate them and travel to where they are, assuming they don't move away too fast.
Hope that helps, but probably not :/ I apologize.
P.S. The vault COULD exist ;)
Haha. Enjoy your creativity.
Hope that helps, but probably not :/ I apologize.
P.S. The vault COULD exist ;)
Haha. Enjoy your creativity.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Where does the name Ceoltior? lol I'll assume you're asking what it means. It is actually the incorrect spelling of the Irish word "Ceoltoir" which means musician. I have a character named Ceoltior (Now Ceoltoir) who is a black dragon, as well as a cellist. I wanted a name that meant 'musician' but still sounded fitting for a black dragon. The initial reason I made him was so I would practice my own cello more. I had recently discovered the band "Apocalyptica", a band that plays metal on four cellos, which always inspired me to go play my cello whenever I listened to the quartet. So I made a cellist character so that I could say "He played this song:" and then post a video which was supposed to make me go play my cello. But I knew that I was trying to trick myself, and so tried to avoid being tricked. . . so I never really practiced my instrument as a result of my roleplaying. Suffice to say though, he did become one of my main characters and is to this day, pretty darn awesome. I also still play my cello, it is a wonderful instrument with a delicious sound that can not be described in words.
PS: no hard feelings on the taking so long, lol. I'm just happy you stuck with it and didn't let the rp halt.
PS: no hard feelings on the taking so long, lol. I'm just happy you stuck with it and didn't let the rp halt.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Just my kinda' guy. I thought so. It makes it difficult, but it also makes him interesting. I kind of love characters or making characters who don't have any regard for the living, because then I don't need to be nice or try to get into anyones' good graces. Bahaha. We'll see how the fight goes, maybe he'll be impressed enough not to jam his knife into her head and just before he's considering killing her, she'll make him an offer. And they'll form a weird, unlikely alliance for the time being. Truthfully, by the end of the RP, I might kill of Ratchet. I've never killed off any of my characters, haha. Also, sorry for taking so long!
P.S. Thank you! Kitty~
Also, just curious but where does the name Ceoltior come from?
EDIT: Dear God, I must've been tired.
P.S. Thank you! Kitty~
Also, just curious but where does the name Ceoltior come from?
EDIT: Dear God, I must've been tired.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
I'm trying to find a way for Riktus to go through and search for the "vault" that he's fairly obsessed with finding, but to do so I need him to talk to someone with a vague idea of whether or not the thing even exists. I'm also trying to have him interact with someone. Any ideas from anyone? It doesn't necessarily exist, but it's a coping mechanism for him regarding the loss of Ethan. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers: Bounty Board
Baskerville is now an open location.
It's a creepy-ass haunted villiage full of bandit ghosts. So try not to die, okay?
Also, new bounties include:
Jethro Hull
"Nine-Toes" Burley
Skape
Jebodiah McKerlinskepy
Those are all the updates for now.
Enjoy.
It's a creepy-ass haunted villiage full of bandit ghosts. So try not to die, okay?
Also, new bounties include:
Jethro Hull
"Nine-Toes" Burley
Skape
Jebodiah McKerlinskepy
Those are all the updates for now.
Enjoy.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
haha! Unfortunately, you are correct. Argus is the kind to just snuff Ratchet. He's the remorseless killer type of character which is excruciatingly hard to pull off since to stay in character you have to off everyone that creates conflict and plot. If she sparks an interest in him he will probably not kill her. Possibly a more feasible option would be that she can lead him to the person who put out the bounty on him and win over an unholy alliance with him along the way. Don't worry, I don't want Ratchet dead either so I will be lenient in whatever excuse she makes but right now the best options involve some form of bribery. Argus might be interested in someone who puts up a fight rather than freaks out when he goes ape sh*t on them so that's another possible way out of this mess. I leave it to you though Yonbibuns.
PS: I freaking love your profile avatar.
PS: I freaking love your profile avatar.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
I promise I'll post tomorrow. Also, the more I think about Argus, the more I think he'll just snuff Ratchet's life. Just because he's that type of person. What would make him stop from throttling her? "SHIT, you wouldn't kill a lady with glasses, whose pregnant, would you?!" Hahaha.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
There are probably several bounties on Argus, I have been needing a way to introduce Argus so cooperation furthers mutual Goals! Go for it.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
I've been trying to think of ways to introduce Ratchet. Any chance I can make her go after Argus because of a particular Bounty on his head? Of course, she'd probably fail, and then we'd see how things go after that?
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Haha. Thanks. i play a lot of post apocalyptic games so, this is my area.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Mmm, surviving and living off of a shitty wasteland. I love these. I'll post up my gal by the end of the night, or perhaps in the morning, depending on how dead tired I am. Seriously though, I like this one. Kudos for you.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
I gotta tell ya, you ave no idea how glad I am that this RP is back up! Admittedly, I changed a lot about my character, age, bio, name, and personality, but essential, the same essence. So glad to be playing her again!
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Yes. Character space is virtually unlimited.
And you really don't have to catch up. You can start off independantly from the other people.
And you really don't have to catch up. You can start off independantly from the other people.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Are you still accepting characters for this roleplay? I have one in storage I would enjoy pulling off the shelf. Catching up will be a task no doubt, but it can be done.
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
Ehh, monsters are pretty much the mutated animal life on Pandorum so.......that wouldn't work out too well.
You can be mutated by nuclear fallout (still prevalent in certain regions, you can make up the name of a town still irradiated).
You can be mutated by nuclear fallout (still prevalent in certain regions, you can make up the name of a town still irradiated).
Re: [OOC] Deathmakers & Gunslingers
I want to reserve a spot as well. I have an idea for a human and monster hybrid. I was wondering if that is allowed and if there is more information available about the monsters mentioned in the introduction.
