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Introduction
On December 23rd, 2013, the world changed forever; in 19 locations around the world (all the capitals of their country), ships not of our planet landed. While several of the ships were attacked, any weapons used simply bounced away from the vessals, as if an invisible wall was protecting them.
Tall, grey-skinned humanoids emerged from the vessals, and began speaking in the native language of whichever country they were in.
They told Earth how they had visited us tens of thousands of years before, in the infancy of our race; of how they'd taught us of language, art, metal working, farming and dozens of other trades; of how they'd been watching us all along, keeping an eye on our progress.
They'd seen the wars we'd fought, the natural disasters we'd suffered. Sometimes they had helped us, sent one of their own to lead us, but more often they watched from afar.
They had hoped that we would of come farther in the time we'd had. That was why they were contacting us again now, to tell us of what all we were missing out on, of what we could have if we'd just put aside our violent ways.
They then left, promising they'd return when we were ready.
Peace treaties were hastily signed, even as rumors of the aliens being a hoax cropped up. Within a few years, most of the world was united as one, barring a few small and angry countries. It was there that the problem first started.
North Korea had refused to sign a treaty - even though they'd been one of the countries to be personally visited by the grays. Soon, it started another war with South Korea, which quickly turned nuclear. The rest of the world stood by and watched, afraid of disaster coming to their own countries. By time it was over, both Koreas were practically gone.
Then Russia discovered America - her new ally - had continued to spy on them. When America denied the obvious, the treaty the two powerful nations had signed was torn up, and a small foot war began. As the war grew, other wars between smaller nations began to pop up.
By 2024, WWIII had begun. Although a missile was shot at Canada, it was almost entirely "bomb free", and ended with more shaky treaties in 2031.
Two more years of peace gave the now paranoid world enough time to prepare for what was about to happen; android guards and secret bunkers were purchased by the rich and famous, public bomb shelters constructed.
In 2033, another war broke out, when North Korea (long thought a thing of the past) shot seven missiles to her old enemies. It took too long to figure out it was simply a computer error, and before anyone knew what hit them, WWIV began; this one only lasted three days, just enough time for the last missile to leave the silo.
The year is now 2073. The radiation is largely gone, the earth is slowly healing. Trees once again grow, birds and fish have returned from their hidey holes. Man, however, still barely clings to life, barely surviving in the remains of dead cities.
Raiders search the wasteland for food, valuables and women. Deranged robots continue to fight a long finished war. Former super soldiers prowl the wastes, waiting for the right moment to strike. Mutated monsters hunt children and livestock.
But, the biggest danger comes in the form of The Astrologists, a cult-like religion to the aliens who are no doubt still watching. Their goal? To unite the world and create peace; eliminating anyone who stands in their way. Their leader? A former astronaut, who most of the followers have never seen.
Welcome to the new world. Welcome to madness.
Tall, grey-skinned humanoids emerged from the vessals, and began speaking in the native language of whichever country they were in.
They told Earth how they had visited us tens of thousands of years before, in the infancy of our race; of how they'd taught us of language, art, metal working, farming and dozens of other trades; of how they'd been watching us all along, keeping an eye on our progress.
They'd seen the wars we'd fought, the natural disasters we'd suffered. Sometimes they had helped us, sent one of their own to lead us, but more often they watched from afar.
They had hoped that we would of come farther in the time we'd had. That was why they were contacting us again now, to tell us of what all we were missing out on, of what we could have if we'd just put aside our violent ways.
They then left, promising they'd return when we were ready.
Peace treaties were hastily signed, even as rumors of the aliens being a hoax cropped up. Within a few years, most of the world was united as one, barring a few small and angry countries. It was there that the problem first started.
North Korea had refused to sign a treaty - even though they'd been one of the countries to be personally visited by the grays. Soon, it started another war with South Korea, which quickly turned nuclear. The rest of the world stood by and watched, afraid of disaster coming to their own countries. By time it was over, both Koreas were practically gone.
Then Russia discovered America - her new ally - had continued to spy on them. When America denied the obvious, the treaty the two powerful nations had signed was torn up, and a small foot war began. As the war grew, other wars between smaller nations began to pop up.
By 2024, WWIII had begun. Although a missile was shot at Canada, it was almost entirely "bomb free", and ended with more shaky treaties in 2031.
Two more years of peace gave the now paranoid world enough time to prepare for what was about to happen; android guards and secret bunkers were purchased by the rich and famous, public bomb shelters constructed.
In 2033, another war broke out, when North Korea (long thought a thing of the past) shot seven missiles to her old enemies. It took too long to figure out it was simply a computer error, and before anyone knew what hit them, WWIV began; this one only lasted three days, just enough time for the last missile to leave the silo.
The year is now 2073. The radiation is largely gone, the earth is slowly healing. Trees once again grow, birds and fish have returned from their hidey holes. Man, however, still barely clings to life, barely surviving in the remains of dead cities.
Raiders search the wasteland for food, valuables and women. Deranged robots continue to fight a long finished war. Former super soldiers prowl the wastes, waiting for the right moment to strike. Mutated monsters hunt children and livestock.
But, the biggest danger comes in the form of The Astrologists, a cult-like religion to the aliens who are no doubt still watching. Their goal? To unite the world and create peace; eliminating anyone who stands in their way. Their leader? A former astronaut, who most of the followers have never seen.
Welcome to the new world. Welcome to madness.
Rules
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The rules are pretty basic here.
1. Follow the RPGateway rules, please.
2. No god-modding or power playing, obviously.
3. Don't fall into inactivity. I understand that things happen, but if you have to leave for a while, please tell everyone, so we can either wait, kill your characters, or take your characters until you return.
4. Please, try and spell properly. Don't type like a damned drunken ape.
5. Post length is important. One line won't do. 2+ paragraphs is preferred.
6. Going out of "post order" is fine, as long as you don't forget the other players. Meaning, if you're having a conversation with someone else's character, feel free to finish that up, but remember there are other players than you two.
7. You may have as many characters as you like, just don't lose control of them. History/equipment are optional in the profile fields, just fill out the basics so we know you aren't an idiot.
The following "races" are allowed in this role play, and described in brief below.
Humans
Humans are the average Johns and Janes of the wasteland, and the most common and socially accepted race. Most humans live in squalor, living in villages and towns that are nothing more than small clusters of hovels, or the remains of old pre-war cities. A lucky few have found structurally sound buildings and compounds.
Although generally "normal", a few of them have suffered unfortunate mutations, and many of them are plagued with diseases.
Most raider groups and "cults" are entirely human, including the Astrologists.
Androids/Robots
Androids and robots became common fixtures of society in the years leading up to the Great War. They replaced humans in factories, were sent to war when humans could not (or would not) go, they were kept as servants by the wealthy, guards by the powerful, and occasionally popped up in brothels or the homes of the lonely.
Although most of them survived, unless they were at ground zero, many of them are horribly damaged these days, especially androids, who may of had all their organic skin burnt off.
They vary in shape, size and appearance; newer models are passable as human, while older androids only vaguely resemble people. Robots may not even be humanoid in shape. They are all physically stronger and faster than humans, and most are at least as intelligent, if not more so, than organic man.
Although normally peaceful, allowing humans to have their way with them (robot "hate crimes" have always been common), some have lost their sanity or need to protect mankind, and will either attack humans or believe the war continues to be waged.
Rumor has it that the mechanic men have founded a city to the north, and have even gotten a factory going.
The Genetic Prefects
In the years leading up to WWIV, several countries began making genetically-superior super soldiers, including Canada and America. The soldiers surpassed "normal" ones in every way, being stronger, smarter, faster, almost entirely emotionless and incredibly loyal.
While most of them perished in the war, a few dozen and their scientist keepers survived the firey bombs in a bunker outside of Toronto. Eventually the bunker opened, and a small city was created atop it.
The Prefects refuse to trade with any other groups, and have thus far successfully fought off any attacks from outsiders. Little is known of their society, although it's said that most of the population is insane, suffering from schizophrenia and other mental disorders.
The Prefects appear human, simply more fit and muscular than your average man, and are believed to be spying on near by groups.
The Beast-Men
In addition to genetically modified man, several governments tried to make human-animal hybrids, and seemed to of succeeded.
A few rare individuals of this "race" still exist, although they are shunned by most villages, and often attacked.
The rules are pretty basic here.
1. Follow the RPGateway rules, please.
2. No god-modding or power playing, obviously.
3. Don't fall into inactivity. I understand that things happen, but if you have to leave for a while, please tell everyone, so we can either wait, kill your characters, or take your characters until you return.
4. Please, try and spell properly. Don't type like a damned drunken ape.
5. Post length is important. One line won't do. 2+ paragraphs is preferred.
6. Going out of "post order" is fine, as long as you don't forget the other players. Meaning, if you're having a conversation with someone else's character, feel free to finish that up, but remember there are other players than you two.
7. You may have as many characters as you like, just don't lose control of them. History/equipment are optional in the profile fields, just fill out the basics so we know you aren't an idiot.
The following "races" are allowed in this role play, and described in brief below.
Humans
Humans are the average Johns and Janes of the wasteland, and the most common and socially accepted race. Most humans live in squalor, living in villages and towns that are nothing more than small clusters of hovels, or the remains of old pre-war cities. A lucky few have found structurally sound buildings and compounds.
Although generally "normal", a few of them have suffered unfortunate mutations, and many of them are plagued with diseases.
Most raider groups and "cults" are entirely human, including the Astrologists.
Androids/Robots
Androids and robots became common fixtures of society in the years leading up to the Great War. They replaced humans in factories, were sent to war when humans could not (or would not) go, they were kept as servants by the wealthy, guards by the powerful, and occasionally popped up in brothels or the homes of the lonely.
Although most of them survived, unless they were at ground zero, many of them are horribly damaged these days, especially androids, who may of had all their organic skin burnt off.
They vary in shape, size and appearance; newer models are passable as human, while older androids only vaguely resemble people. Robots may not even be humanoid in shape. They are all physically stronger and faster than humans, and most are at least as intelligent, if not more so, than organic man.
Although normally peaceful, allowing humans to have their way with them (robot "hate crimes" have always been common), some have lost their sanity or need to protect mankind, and will either attack humans or believe the war continues to be waged.
Rumor has it that the mechanic men have founded a city to the north, and have even gotten a factory going.
The Genetic Prefects
In the years leading up to WWIV, several countries began making genetically-superior super soldiers, including Canada and America. The soldiers surpassed "normal" ones in every way, being stronger, smarter, faster, almost entirely emotionless and incredibly loyal.
While most of them perished in the war, a few dozen and their scientist keepers survived the firey bombs in a bunker outside of Toronto. Eventually the bunker opened, and a small city was created atop it.
The Prefects refuse to trade with any other groups, and have thus far successfully fought off any attacks from outsiders. Little is known of their society, although it's said that most of the population is insane, suffering from schizophrenia and other mental disorders.
The Prefects appear human, simply more fit and muscular than your average man, and are believed to be spying on near by groups.
The Beast-Men
In addition to genetically modified man, several governments tried to make human-animal hybrids, and seemed to of succeeded.
A few rare individuals of this "race" still exist, although they are shunned by most villages, and often attacked.
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Faye Charette played by Cake or Death
An Android with a new mind, can she survive in such a world without getting into too much trouble?
General Andrew Steele played by innovatetrlr
Steele's tactical genius and pre-war reputation as an effective con-man won him a place in the Astrologist ranks.
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Places in Past The Mountains of Madness
9 postsThe Barren Wastes of Canada
Welcome to Madness
0 postsThe Prefect Compound
You see in front of you a large scrap-metal wall, reaching high above your head; within its confinds, rising high above it, stand several buildings. The gate and the road leading from it are highly guarded, and no outsiders are allowed within. This is the Prefect city, Argos.
4 postsSalut, The Human Village
Before you you see but squaller; if you hadn't been told otherwise, you would think you were in Mideval Europe. The streets, once concrete, are now dirt and mud; the buildings are mostly pre-war structures, poorly repaired to block the wind and rain. Children, most of them filthy and diseased looking, run and play in the streets, accompanied by packs of stray dogs.
0 postsToronto
Once the capital of Canada, all that remains of the great city are burnt out buildings, crumbling statues, and an enormous feral cat population.
1 postsThe Astrologist Main Camp
You see before you what was once a college, a place of learning and bettering. Now the Astrologist camp hangs over the door, and troops patrol the grounds.
0 postsThe Far North
The Far North was once Northern Canada, although few people remember that. To most people these days, it is simply the cold, inhuman wasteland (even to "modern" standards) that begins when the trees end.
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OOC Notes
((I'm sorry that this is going to suck; I haven't written a damned thing in a month, or started a role play in three months. I'll get back in my groove quickly. Also, the thief could be someone else's character, if they so desire))
"Finest merchandise this side of Old Montreal! Clean pans, fine pre-war toys! Books, in grand condition! Can't read? Picture books! We even have a bible ladies and gentlemen, a real bible, with all the pages!"
Rupert was pushing his merchandise like he'd never done before, crying out to the people of Salut to buy his assorted odds and ends; pants, silverware, empty pill bottles, pilot lights, books, children's' toys, and a few pairs of shoes. So far, his shpeel hadn't worked as hoped, and he'd only managed to sell a single book and a one-eyed doll.
He was desperate for money, and had been for the last few weeks; the events of the night before had only hastened his desperate efforts. He had awoken to the sound of his tent flap being opened, but not in time to stop the thief from putting a knife to his throat. His attacker (who he was begining to think had to of been a woman, judging by the tone of voice) had demanded his coat, watch and any other valuables.
Of course he had complied, he always complied, and even though he'd done everything the thief asked, they'd still been cruel enough to hit him over the head with a rock, knocking him out cold. When he had awoken several hours later, the sun was up and his head was throbbing. He could see the sun, thanks to the thief having taken his tent after knocking him out.
In fact, they'd taken just about everything; his food, his lighter, the little money he had, his pack donkey, even his spare clothes. All they had left him with was his merchandise, picked out of his beast's bags, and his empty backpack. He didn't even have the water to wash the blood out of his hair, or the bandages to tend to his head wound.
That had been hours ago, and the sun was now begining to set. His odds of getting enough money for a coat, much less a warm room (which was really what he needed) were growing slimmer and slimmer, quickly approaching impossible. He was already shivering uncomfortably, and things would no doubt grow worse.
"When was the last time you read Shakespeare, madam?" He asked a passing elderly woman, who simply ignored him. "We have Hemingway as well!" He yelled, as she continued on her way.
Oh yes, he was quite sure he'd freeze to death tonight.
~~~
Logan's day, thus far, had been going much better than Rupert's.
He had spotted a woodpecker in the area this morning, a sight that had filled him with glee. Most birds hadn't survived the nuclear fallout, and those who had were largely ravens, vultures, waterfowl and chickens. Seeing anything else with feathers was truly a glorious sight, although an owl would of beaten out a woodpecker in glory.
His landlady, an elderly woman who shared his shack with him, had been kind enough to share her breakfast meal of beans and (chicken) eggs with him, and the well water was particularly clean today.
After his morning meal, he had headed into town, where he'd gotten a lovely deal on a fine prewar copy of To The Center of The Earth from a junk salesmen, and then he had headed to the village's poor excuse for an inn, where he had wasted the rest of his afternoon staring at the younger girls, over hearing gossip and nursing a stale beer.
"Logan, you ought to appreciate this," began Neil Patrick Corrin ((herp derp NPC)), the 'bartender' of the establishment, "I hear that the Astrologists, north-east'a here, managed to kill the Tigers' leader. Good news for us, eh?"
"Sounds like it. They'll probably keep raiding the farms, though; find a new leader, and all." The Prefect spy replied; he and the 'tender had become friends of sort over the last few months, or at least close enough to exchange gossip. Most of Logan's 'information' was made of of bald face lies, of course.
"You're always a downer, kid." Corrin grunted, as he began wiping down a mucky and chipped glass; a habit the pudgy man assumed all bartenders picked up.
"Not really. Look at it this way, it'll keep this dusty old town exciting. I mean, without the Tigers, what would you all have to talk about?" He chuckled, if his orders hadn't been to lay low, he'd of taken to picking off the gang's members.
((hopefully, that'll provide everyone with enough to work off; I'd post more, but I really must get going))
"Finest merchandise this side of Old Montreal! Clean pans, fine pre-war toys! Books, in grand condition! Can't read? Picture books! We even have a bible ladies and gentlemen, a real bible, with all the pages!"
Rupert was pushing his merchandise like he'd never done before, crying out to the people of Salut to buy his assorted odds and ends; pants, silverware, empty pill bottles, pilot lights, books, children's' toys, and a few pairs of shoes. So far, his shpeel hadn't worked as hoped, and he'd only managed to sell a single book and a one-eyed doll.
He was desperate for money, and had been for the last few weeks; the events of the night before had only hastened his desperate efforts. He had awoken to the sound of his tent flap being opened, but not in time to stop the thief from putting a knife to his throat. His attacker (who he was begining to think had to of been a woman, judging by the tone of voice) had demanded his coat, watch and any other valuables.
Of course he had complied, he always complied, and even though he'd done everything the thief asked, they'd still been cruel enough to hit him over the head with a rock, knocking him out cold. When he had awoken several hours later, the sun was up and his head was throbbing. He could see the sun, thanks to the thief having taken his tent after knocking him out.
In fact, they'd taken just about everything; his food, his lighter, the little money he had, his pack donkey, even his spare clothes. All they had left him with was his merchandise, picked out of his beast's bags, and his empty backpack. He didn't even have the water to wash the blood out of his hair, or the bandages to tend to his head wound.
That had been hours ago, and the sun was now begining to set. His odds of getting enough money for a coat, much less a warm room (which was really what he needed) were growing slimmer and slimmer, quickly approaching impossible. He was already shivering uncomfortably, and things would no doubt grow worse.
"When was the last time you read Shakespeare, madam?" He asked a passing elderly woman, who simply ignored him. "We have Hemingway as well!" He yelled, as she continued on her way.
Oh yes, he was quite sure he'd freeze to death tonight.
~~~
Logan's day, thus far, had been going much better than Rupert's.
He had spotted a woodpecker in the area this morning, a sight that had filled him with glee. Most birds hadn't survived the nuclear fallout, and those who had were largely ravens, vultures, waterfowl and chickens. Seeing anything else with feathers was truly a glorious sight, although an owl would of beaten out a woodpecker in glory.
His landlady, an elderly woman who shared his shack with him, had been kind enough to share her breakfast meal of beans and (chicken) eggs with him, and the well water was particularly clean today.
After his morning meal, he had headed into town, where he'd gotten a lovely deal on a fine prewar copy of To The Center of The Earth from a junk salesmen, and then he had headed to the village's poor excuse for an inn, where he had wasted the rest of his afternoon staring at the younger girls, over hearing gossip and nursing a stale beer.
"Logan, you ought to appreciate this," began Neil Patrick Corrin ((herp derp NPC)), the 'bartender' of the establishment, "I hear that the Astrologists, north-east'a here, managed to kill the Tigers' leader. Good news for us, eh?"
"Sounds like it. They'll probably keep raiding the farms, though; find a new leader, and all." The Prefect spy replied; he and the 'tender had become friends of sort over the last few months, or at least close enough to exchange gossip. Most of Logan's 'information' was made of of bald face lies, of course.
"You're always a downer, kid." Corrin grunted, as he began wiping down a mucky and chipped glass; a habit the pudgy man assumed all bartenders picked up.
"Not really. Look at it this way, it'll keep this dusty old town exciting. I mean, without the Tigers, what would you all have to talk about?" He chuckled, if his orders hadn't been to lay low, he'd of taken to picking off the gang's members.
((hopefully, that'll provide everyone with enough to work off; I'd post more, but I really must get going))
OOC Notes
Today was like any other day for Faye, laying in the newly growing grass in a sleeping position without moving. She didn't understand how long she had been in off position, how long she was shut down for, but she knew it was much too long.
Although it was quite peaceful and all, it was also so lonely; she needed people to function, to not go insane. Faye could hear the grass growing again, it sounded like wet wool being stretched and squeezed, she could feel the vibrations of the Earth on the nape of her neck. She felt connected to the Earth, she felt like she was a part of the Earth and was quite proud of it.
But in the end all she could do was lie in that certain field in wait, like a small child waiting for their parents to come back.
Suddenly vibrations could be heard, someone was approaching, it sounded like someone heavier than an animal or insect... Who was it?
{This can be anyone by the way}
Her body felt old, crusty from the dried protective capsule goo; but all she hoped is that she would be awoken, that is all she wanted, she prayed and prayed that the nearing vibrations would come toward her.
'Please... Oh, please, let me move. Let me run, let me live.'
Although it was quite peaceful and all, it was also so lonely; she needed people to function, to not go insane. Faye could hear the grass growing again, it sounded like wet wool being stretched and squeezed, she could feel the vibrations of the Earth on the nape of her neck. She felt connected to the Earth, she felt like she was a part of the Earth and was quite proud of it.
But in the end all she could do was lie in that certain field in wait, like a small child waiting for their parents to come back.
Suddenly vibrations could be heard, someone was approaching, it sounded like someone heavier than an animal or insect... Who was it?
{This can be anyone by the way}
Her body felt old, crusty from the dried protective capsule goo; but all she hoped is that she would be awoken, that is all she wanted, she prayed and prayed that the nearing vibrations would come toward her.
'Please... Oh, please, let me move. Let me run, let me live.'
OOC Notes
The last few days had been stressful for General Andrew Steele. He'd lay in bed at night, feverish and unable to sleep, his brain frantically processing his options. He'd spend all day carrying out his decisions, awaiting reports of the conflict with bated breath. But the dust had settled and his stress had paid off for the Astrologists. The Tigers' leader was dead, making them no longer a force to be feared, but a smattering of thugs. Strife in the southwest was at a pause for now.
He wanted to relax, let out a deep breathe and celebrate, but the victory just led him into even more decisions. When the Tigers were scattered to the winds, his troops seized their resources - food, water, weaponry, medical supplies. He wasn't sure what to do with them. Distributing it to the people would win him some loyalty, but he could also use it to recruit even more troops. The promise of food, water and shelter would probably convince many to risk their lives. After all, life without these things tended to be even shorter than the life of a soldier.
He also had to decide what to do about the rest of the Tigers. He could pursue them, try to hunt them down. On one hand, he might be able to eliminate them almost entirely, but on the other, it could be a waste of resources. The Tigers knew how to lie low, and they weren't his only enemy.
He shook his head. That was a decision to be made later, when he was more level-headed. This lack of sleep had made him emotional and unbalanced. He headed to his quarters and lied down in bed, pulling the covers over him. His brain was still going a hundred miles an hour, but he managed to clear it for a moment and just breathe. He lost his sense of direction for a moment, as he reached that serene time of sleep, dreamless sleep.
He wanted to relax, let out a deep breathe and celebrate, but the victory just led him into even more decisions. When the Tigers were scattered to the winds, his troops seized their resources - food, water, weaponry, medical supplies. He wasn't sure what to do with them. Distributing it to the people would win him some loyalty, but he could also use it to recruit even more troops. The promise of food, water and shelter would probably convince many to risk their lives. After all, life without these things tended to be even shorter than the life of a soldier.
He also had to decide what to do about the rest of the Tigers. He could pursue them, try to hunt them down. On one hand, he might be able to eliminate them almost entirely, but on the other, it could be a waste of resources. The Tigers knew how to lie low, and they weren't his only enemy.
He shook his head. That was a decision to be made later, when he was more level-headed. This lack of sleep had made him emotional and unbalanced. He headed to his quarters and lied down in bed, pulling the covers over him. His brain was still going a hundred miles an hour, but he managed to clear it for a moment and just breathe. He lost his sense of direction for a moment, as he reached that serene time of sleep, dreamless sleep.
OOC Notes
Kit Dreyer, some would argue she made being a bitch her job, and in that case, she deserved employee of the month every damn time. Nothing about the wastes held anything for her anymore, 'living off the land'by trying to farm, or scaving old things, had become mundane. No, now there were far radioactive green pastures for her, mainly in the form of banditry. Not Raiding mind you, they we're to her not very tact, useless wastes of space, or now atleast. Instead, the lesser known infamous Kit Dreyer had found anew hobby, taking the goods from sleeping merchants and travelers, then offering to sell back their stuff, which of course dictated the fact that she had stolen all his current money, and needed the tiem to regain it.
The robber was having fun thinking about her last two conquests. The most recent one, had been some poor old lady, trying to "Spread the gift of Love." to people by selling them atrocious sewn little hearts. That woman had been to easy, Kit was left starved for a challenged, even more so considerin the relative lack of excitement from stealing the donkey form the man before her. Some odd, lanky trash bag, she took his donkey, a rather pathetic measly beast, and his lighter, which she intended to keep to herself. The poor, poor fool. Now would be the time she would come collect from him, considering the lack of cash flow form that horrid old hag. All the better her knife, which she for no real reason began to call Jack, had ripped apart the old ladies face, not killed her mind you, just tore her up to 'Help, maybe somebody would pity her and give her money. All of these merchants are weak, the only way to ever make money and live like the Demon she was, is to stop being human. Thats the secret to all success, cutting yourself off. She wondered if this hovel village, Salut, is where she could re ncounter her favorite lanky trash bag donkey humper.
The robber was having fun thinking about her last two conquests. The most recent one, had been some poor old lady, trying to "Spread the gift of Love." to people by selling them atrocious sewn little hearts. That woman had been to easy, Kit was left starved for a challenged, even more so considerin the relative lack of excitement from stealing the donkey form the man before her. Some odd, lanky trash bag, she took his donkey, a rather pathetic measly beast, and his lighter, which she intended to keep to herself. The poor, poor fool. Now would be the time she would come collect from him, considering the lack of cash flow form that horrid old hag. All the better her knife, which she for no real reason began to call Jack, had ripped apart the old ladies face, not killed her mind you, just tore her up to 'Help, maybe somebody would pity her and give her money. All of these merchants are weak, the only way to ever make money and live like the Demon she was, is to stop being human. Thats the secret to all success, cutting yourself off. She wondered if this hovel village, Salut, is where she could re ncounter her favorite lanky trash bag donkey humper.
OOC Notes
Seraph was out today. she had decided to leave the 'safety' of the village for some excitement. She'd been walking since 9:07 AM, due west. It was now noon, and she was in a field, devoid of all life other than some faint grass growing, slowly. At first she thought the field was empty, but that changed when she saw the body in the distance. It was small, lying on the ground as if asleep, or dead. She rather casually made her way over to the body, half expecting it to be a victim of raiding. When she got closer, she noticed it was a girl, looking close to 13 or 14. She could see no blood in the area, and there were no visible injuries.
"Odd place to sleep" she said to the body and to the air. She reached down, grabbed the body from the back, but quickly dropped it when her systems recognized the synthetics. Realizing the girl was an android, Seraph thought for a moment, and thought she was most likely in a shut-down state.
"Oh god...she's been feeling with me mess with her...having no idea whats going on..." Seraph thought quickly to find the power up switch and turn the girl back on. She checked obvious areas, the back of the neck, but didn't find one. She thought a moment, going through the records she had, and came up with the idea of the switch being on the girls belly button. She was wearing a dress. Short of undressing her, or reaching up her dress, the only way was to feel around her stomach. Seraph thought that the invasion of privacy resulting from undressing the android was a strange thing to be worried about, but nevertheless began to feel around the stomach area, when she found the button, she pushed down on it, hoping she was right.
"Odd place to sleep" she said to the body and to the air. She reached down, grabbed the body from the back, but quickly dropped it when her systems recognized the synthetics. Realizing the girl was an android, Seraph thought for a moment, and thought she was most likely in a shut-down state.
"Oh god...she's been feeling with me mess with her...having no idea whats going on..." Seraph thought quickly to find the power up switch and turn the girl back on. She checked obvious areas, the back of the neck, but didn't find one. She thought a moment, going through the records she had, and came up with the idea of the switch being on the girls belly button. She was wearing a dress. Short of undressing her, or reaching up her dress, the only way was to feel around her stomach. Seraph thought that the invasion of privacy resulting from undressing the android was a strange thing to be worried about, but nevertheless began to feel around the stomach area, when she found the button, she pushed down on it, hoping she was right.
OOC Notes
Faye felt every touch, every breath, everything. It was someone that's for sure, someone who knew she was an android, someone who may have been an android for all she knew.
Faye felt the small tug of her back leaving the ground, feeling the back of her dress stick to her synthetic skin; she felt old and frail. Suddenly the ground and her met again, 'It is nice to feel you again earth...' she thought softly to herself. Her senses quickly feeling vibrations once again, she was so connected it was almost impossible to break the distance, she would always feel the earth's presence no matter where she was.
The nape of her neck was then touched, and pressed by this girl; or person, or android. What ever they really were. Faye prayed and prayed that they would find her on switch, she needs it, she yearns to see the world she is now on. She wanted to learn, learn who the people are, how she can help them.
Suddenly Faye felt fingers pressing around on her stomach, and suddenly her on-switch was pressed, finally to awaken from such a long slumber.
Hey eye lids rose quickly and she had plain white eyes, suddenly the faded color of her eyes came to presence and she opened her mouth letting out a sleepy moan; she let her legs go out to their full length and stretched out like a cat. It was like she was asleep for months and months, and she could only hear and feel things; she couldn't react... But now she could.
After stretching for a small while she sat up, still quite stiff from the goo but she was awake now. Her eyes took a couple moments to see, the land was so serene, so dry. A smile crossed on her thin lips and she looked up at the android that had made her turn on, seeing someone's face for the first time in her lifetime; or at least ever since she was created and she gave and odd crook into her grin. She was overjoyed with emotions that she has never felt before; everything was so new, so adventurous! She couldn't wait to go out and run around, to explore.
Faye felt power begin to spill into her from the large sun above her, and she spoke for the first time ever, "I'm V000."
Faye felt the small tug of her back leaving the ground, feeling the back of her dress stick to her synthetic skin; she felt old and frail. Suddenly the ground and her met again, 'It is nice to feel you again earth...' she thought softly to herself. Her senses quickly feeling vibrations once again, she was so connected it was almost impossible to break the distance, she would always feel the earth's presence no matter where she was.
The nape of her neck was then touched, and pressed by this girl; or person, or android. What ever they really were. Faye prayed and prayed that they would find her on switch, she needs it, she yearns to see the world she is now on. She wanted to learn, learn who the people are, how she can help them.
Suddenly Faye felt fingers pressing around on her stomach, and suddenly her on-switch was pressed, finally to awaken from such a long slumber.
Hey eye lids rose quickly and she had plain white eyes, suddenly the faded color of her eyes came to presence and she opened her mouth letting out a sleepy moan; she let her legs go out to their full length and stretched out like a cat. It was like she was asleep for months and months, and she could only hear and feel things; she couldn't react... But now she could.
After stretching for a small while she sat up, still quite stiff from the goo but she was awake now. Her eyes took a couple moments to see, the land was so serene, so dry. A smile crossed on her thin lips and she looked up at the android that had made her turn on, seeing someone's face for the first time in her lifetime; or at least ever since she was created and she gave and odd crook into her grin. She was overjoyed with emotions that she has never felt before; everything was so new, so adventurous! She couldn't wait to go out and run around, to explore.
Faye felt power begin to spill into her from the large sun above her, and she spoke for the first time ever, "I'm V000."
OOC Notes
"DAMN IT COLT-GIRL!" A man yelled as the dark girl ran quickly, bare feet padding across the ground as her dirty dress flowed through the air. She jumped over a cart, looking behind her as the man ran into the other man's cart, then turning around the corner and jumping through a broken window into her 'hovel'. She looked down at the stale bread, mouth watering. She hadn't eaten in several days, and really needed this bread. She took a bite into it, humming in delight. "God I love the taste of bread..." She put a finger to her lips. "I wonder what fresh bread tastes like..." She sighed. It was hard to come across bread these days, with farming being so damned difficult. She then left her house through the same broken window. If she were to exit through her front door, the store owners would be aware of where she lived... That would NOT be good.
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As she wandered through the town, her wheat-colored hair in a high-tied pony-tail, she ended up running into what seemed like a vendor (Rupert) who she promptly knocked over. "Ah!" She hissed as she landed onto the other. "I-I'm sorry--" She looked at him, hazel eyes wide as she quickly got off of him. "Are you alright old man?" She asked, taking hold of his hand and attempting to help him up. She looked at all his things, her eyes setting onto the books. "... Books..." She smiled. "Hey old man, you got a place to stay?" She pointed to his books. "If you let me have these, I'll let you stay at my place." She smiled kindly. "We got a deal?"
She would do anything for new books. Her other ones were getting so boring, seeing as all of them had been read at least six times since she was a child. Her hand rested onto the Shakespeare playbook, fingers running over the cover. "I love reading books. They tell me things about times I've never seen, and probably never will." Her eyes softened as she sighed slightly. "Oh well, let's go to the house. You look like you've just been pilfered from." She laughed. She was usually the one doing the pilfering, but as long as this man had what she wanted, she didn't bother stealing from him.
What's a little company gonna hurt her anyway?
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As she wandered through the town, her wheat-colored hair in a high-tied pony-tail, she ended up running into what seemed like a vendor (Rupert) who she promptly knocked over. "Ah!" She hissed as she landed onto the other. "I-I'm sorry--" She looked at him, hazel eyes wide as she quickly got off of him. "Are you alright old man?" She asked, taking hold of his hand and attempting to help him up. She looked at all his things, her eyes setting onto the books. "... Books..." She smiled. "Hey old man, you got a place to stay?" She pointed to his books. "If you let me have these, I'll let you stay at my place." She smiled kindly. "We got a deal?"
She would do anything for new books. Her other ones were getting so boring, seeing as all of them had been read at least six times since she was a child. Her hand rested onto the Shakespeare playbook, fingers running over the cover. "I love reading books. They tell me things about times I've never seen, and probably never will." Her eyes softened as she sighed slightly. "Oh well, let's go to the house. You look like you've just been pilfered from." She laughed. She was usually the one doing the pilfering, but as long as this man had what she wanted, she didn't bother stealing from him.
What's a little company gonna hurt her anyway?
OOC Notes
The young android girl's eyes slid open, her systems and her body springing to life. Her body stretched out, expanded to its full breadth, though that wasn't much bigger than it had been, she was quite small. The girl took almost a minute, sitting up, staring around until her eyes could adjust to the brightness of the barren sun. She smiled softly as she looked at Seraph, glad, or something like it, to see her. Her face betrayed all sorts of emotions, the kind that come when something is first experienced and are never quite the same. It would only be common courtesy to allow the android her time in this, despite the ever-present danger of the wastes. Seraph smiled softly back at the young one as she spoke up, assured in what she said and with a soft happy tone.
"I'm V000"
Seraph thought on this for a moment. Odd name for an android, only a model number, not very identifying, definitely not pre-war, or by any sort of post-war mass production site. Could be an independent project. None of that mattered now. The girl was abandoned out here in the wastes, for who knew how long. Seraph realized she'd been silent for a good duration now, and felt a little embarrassed about it.
"Good to meet you...uhh I'm Seraph." She smiled awkwardly. "I'm an M22. Number 607." She felt a little strange about saying she was an android. She felt very human. She had very human thoughts and desires. Some days, she was convinced she was human.
"How are...err...you...uhm...how'd you end up out here huh?"
She spoke to the young girl, nervousness echoing her in her voice.
"I'm V000"
Seraph thought on this for a moment. Odd name for an android, only a model number, not very identifying, definitely not pre-war, or by any sort of post-war mass production site. Could be an independent project. None of that mattered now. The girl was abandoned out here in the wastes, for who knew how long. Seraph realized she'd been silent for a good duration now, and felt a little embarrassed about it.
"Good to meet you...uhh I'm Seraph." She smiled awkwardly. "I'm an M22. Number 607." She felt a little strange about saying she was an android. She felt very human. She had very human thoughts and desires. Some days, she was convinced she was human.
"How are...err...you...uhm...how'd you end up out here huh?"
She spoke to the young girl, nervousness echoing her in her voice.
OOC Notes
Standing was going to become the next large problem, could she even stand?
She stared at Seraph with large, curious eyes. She was thanking her with all of her might, without even having to speak at all, which was quite a nice way of doing it... Being noisy would be a little too loud for her at the moment.
But... For some reason Seraph was quite silent, just staring, was Faye really that odd looking?
Faye glanced around at the wasteland, thinking for a couple moments; there wasn't much to look at it... But it was all amazing to her to the largest extent possible; nothing like this could match such a moment. It was pure and utter magic, and nothing could make it better.
Suddenly Seraph was speaking, introducing herself but she seemed nervous.
"I am V000, but my creator's had called me another name at times... Faye." Suddenly Seraph's numbers were called off, and Faye gasped and clasped her hands around Seraph's, "Oh my, you're that kind of android?" She seemed so happy, so reluctant; Faye couldn't help herself from smiling and giggling.
Suddenly a question was asked, how did she get here?
"Urmm.. Well. The people who made me, something happened to them. A big vibration happened and then suddenly... All of theirs did too; and I was scared. I was in a big pod, filled with some sort of gel, and I couldn't open up my eyes but I could hear everything.
Before the big vibration, the people would talk a lot and I could hear them sometimes. They would say that I'm the first android of this type, that I was a secret, and that I'd make a difference... But I don't know what that means, do you?" She looked willingly at Seraph, then she continued on, "After the big vibration other vibrations would happen all around, and then my home fell down and knocked down my containment area and sent me rolling around until things would crack the glass until it simply shattered. And here I am, for the first time awake and able to see."
She was a little proud of this story, it was quite a long one but she repeated it in her head for days and days until someone actually found her. Faye furrowed her brows and looked deeply into Seraph's eyes, coming quite close which would make anyone very uncomfortable but didn't seem to effect her at all. "Are you hurt at all?"
She stared at Seraph with large, curious eyes. She was thanking her with all of her might, without even having to speak at all, which was quite a nice way of doing it... Being noisy would be a little too loud for her at the moment.
But... For some reason Seraph was quite silent, just staring, was Faye really that odd looking?
Faye glanced around at the wasteland, thinking for a couple moments; there wasn't much to look at it... But it was all amazing to her to the largest extent possible; nothing like this could match such a moment. It was pure and utter magic, and nothing could make it better.
Suddenly Seraph was speaking, introducing herself but she seemed nervous.
"I am V000, but my creator's had called me another name at times... Faye." Suddenly Seraph's numbers were called off, and Faye gasped and clasped her hands around Seraph's, "Oh my, you're that kind of android?" She seemed so happy, so reluctant; Faye couldn't help herself from smiling and giggling.
Suddenly a question was asked, how did she get here?
"Urmm.. Well. The people who made me, something happened to them. A big vibration happened and then suddenly... All of theirs did too; and I was scared. I was in a big pod, filled with some sort of gel, and I couldn't open up my eyes but I could hear everything.
Before the big vibration, the people would talk a lot and I could hear them sometimes. They would say that I'm the first android of this type, that I was a secret, and that I'd make a difference... But I don't know what that means, do you?" She looked willingly at Seraph, then she continued on, "After the big vibration other vibrations would happen all around, and then my home fell down and knocked down my containment area and sent me rolling around until things would crack the glass until it simply shattered. And here I am, for the first time awake and able to see."
She was a little proud of this story, it was quite a long one but she repeated it in her head for days and days until someone actually found her. Faye furrowed her brows and looked deeply into Seraph's eyes, coming quite close which would make anyone very uncomfortable but didn't seem to effect her at all. "Are you hurt at all?"
OOC Notes
From what Rupert could guess, he had but a half-hour's day light left, and with only $4.32 in his pocket, a coat was not in the foreseeable future. He had been in the process of repacking his wares when Amorette ran into him, knocking him to the ground and spilling his few remaining belongings over the village's streets, before tripping herself and landing atop of him ((this is what I believe happened, I am too tired to comprehend words properly)).
The fall knocked the wind out of his old (for the wasteland, anyway), damaged lungs, and sent him into a coughing fit, something he hadn't suffered in weeks. Between ragged coughs, he attempted to speak to the girl;
"I'm (coughcough) fine, really. Don't (wheeze) worry about it." He finally choked out, as the young woman helped him to his feet.
Eventually, after a few more minutes of pained coughing, the junk vendor spoke again, his voice sore and wheezing, but no longer interrupted; "Ma'am, these books really aren't worth that much; besides, I'd be intruding, I'm sure."
Truth be told, he didn't much care for the idea of staying the night with a perfect stranger. Although the girl appeared harmless enough (and he was relatively sure even he could handle her, if need be), more seedy individuals often found a pretty face to lure the desperate in with. As he wasn't a handsome man, or a well-to-do individual, he could only assume that if it was a trap, it was a trap leading either to slavery or a cannibal meat farm.
"It's very nice of you to offer, and I do hope I'm not offending," he apologized, as he crouched down to pick up his bag and merchandise, "but I'm really pretty sure you understand."
He then realized the girl had one of his books, one of the finer ones to be honest.
"If you want that, I'll trade you it for something to eat. Doesn't have to be much at all." He suggested nervously. The idea of upsetting the girl bothered him, honestly, and because of this he avoided her gaze, looking anywhere but at her. Why did it always have to be a young girl? Why never a boy, or an older individual?
It was thanks to this avoidance that he noticed her - a raider sort with a tribal tattoo, a wasteland wanderer ((talking about Kit here, btw)) - as she approached the town. It wasn't really her that drew his attention, truth be told; it was the old gray donkey she lead behind her. Old Ben. His donkey.
He honestly wasn't sure if this was good luck or bad.
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Logan continued drinking. FOREVER. Also, because I am too uncreative and tired at the moment to think up more words.
The fall knocked the wind out of his old (for the wasteland, anyway), damaged lungs, and sent him into a coughing fit, something he hadn't suffered in weeks. Between ragged coughs, he attempted to speak to the girl;
"I'm (coughcough) fine, really. Don't (wheeze) worry about it." He finally choked out, as the young woman helped him to his feet.
Eventually, after a few more minutes of pained coughing, the junk vendor spoke again, his voice sore and wheezing, but no longer interrupted; "Ma'am, these books really aren't worth that much; besides, I'd be intruding, I'm sure."
Truth be told, he didn't much care for the idea of staying the night with a perfect stranger. Although the girl appeared harmless enough (and he was relatively sure even he could handle her, if need be), more seedy individuals often found a pretty face to lure the desperate in with. As he wasn't a handsome man, or a well-to-do individual, he could only assume that if it was a trap, it was a trap leading either to slavery or a cannibal meat farm.
"It's very nice of you to offer, and I do hope I'm not offending," he apologized, as he crouched down to pick up his bag and merchandise, "but I'm really pretty sure you understand."
He then realized the girl had one of his books, one of the finer ones to be honest.
"If you want that, I'll trade you it for something to eat. Doesn't have to be much at all." He suggested nervously. The idea of upsetting the girl bothered him, honestly, and because of this he avoided her gaze, looking anywhere but at her. Why did it always have to be a young girl? Why never a boy, or an older individual?
It was thanks to this avoidance that he noticed her - a raider sort with a tribal tattoo, a wasteland wanderer ((talking about Kit here, btw)) - as she approached the town. It wasn't really her that drew his attention, truth be told; it was the old gray donkey she lead behind her. Old Ben. His donkey.
He honestly wasn't sure if this was good luck or bad.
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Logan continued drinking. FOREVER. Also, because I am too uncreative and tired at the moment to think up more words.
OOC Notes
Kit smirked, huh, who would've guess, the rickety old merchant has a little friend of sorts, all the better got negotiations. All it took was one long, blood curling glare form her to them, to say she meant business. Hopefully a merchant knew his business.
"So... I came across this donkey in the wasteland the other day, you know, he looked lost. Poor fella has been hungry, I don't have any spare food for him, and it looks like another day without grub and he might not make it. I could sell him to a good home, you know, along with some clothes with him, but I don't know..."
THe bandit smirked, she was running a well organized crime bracket, and wasn't all that bad for it. With a quick, fluid motion she pushed the black hair out of her face.
"Kind of dirty, isn't it? I did find some extra water on the donkey, I think I'll wash my hair, how about it? Hmm?"
How Kit loved to be a bitch.
She pulled out a canteen of water and sighed, "So clean and fresh, alas my old regret is no shampoo, but hey, beggers can't be choosers, can you?" Taking off her jacket and dropping it to the ground, she leans forward, uncrewing the dusty cap of the water with one hand and holding it above her head tipping it, slowly, painfully, torturing the trashbags. Clean water was a diamond sort of commodity. It was rare and beautiful, but thats only what 'They'wanted you to think, or atleast thats what she had thought. Some of the gangs in Canada awarded food and water for a job well done, or gave you a mark, if you failed. Most people called the mark the kiss of death, It meant you couldn't get any food from the gang for atleast a month, and inless you redeemed yourself, forever.
Kit Grinned as a single drop of the water hit the back of her head, and began it's crazy conquest of the surface area underher hair, not getting very far for the amount.
"But... I could sell the water with the donkey.."
Who says crime doesn't pay?
"So... I came across this donkey in the wasteland the other day, you know, he looked lost. Poor fella has been hungry, I don't have any spare food for him, and it looks like another day without grub and he might not make it. I could sell him to a good home, you know, along with some clothes with him, but I don't know..."
THe bandit smirked, she was running a well organized crime bracket, and wasn't all that bad for it. With a quick, fluid motion she pushed the black hair out of her face.
"Kind of dirty, isn't it? I did find some extra water on the donkey, I think I'll wash my hair, how about it? Hmm?"
How Kit loved to be a bitch.
She pulled out a canteen of water and sighed, "So clean and fresh, alas my old regret is no shampoo, but hey, beggers can't be choosers, can you?" Taking off her jacket and dropping it to the ground, she leans forward, uncrewing the dusty cap of the water with one hand and holding it above her head tipping it, slowly, painfully, torturing the trashbags. Clean water was a diamond sort of commodity. It was rare and beautiful, but thats only what 'They'wanted you to think, or atleast thats what she had thought. Some of the gangs in Canada awarded food and water for a job well done, or gave you a mark, if you failed. Most people called the mark the kiss of death, It meant you couldn't get any food from the gang for atleast a month, and inless you redeemed yourself, forever.
Kit Grinned as a single drop of the water hit the back of her head, and began it's crazy conquest of the surface area underher hair, not getting very far for the amount.
"But... I could sell the water with the donkey.."
Who says crime doesn't pay?
OOC Notes
Seraph sat back, a pleased, content look adorning her face as Faye spoke, introducing herself and explaining her situation. Seraph listened to the girl, a child-like glow in her eyes as she spoke. She took her time, laughing and giggling like any cute girl automatically knows how to do. When she finished she was still sitting, she looked up at Seraph. She stared at her, almost intently, deeply into her machine-grey eyes. Seraph stared back just as longingly.
"Are you hurt at all?" Faye finally spoke up. It seemed to break Seraph from her trance.
"uhm...no. I'm fine. No trouble in the area today." she looked around nervously, knowing raiders and mutated creatures were not the only ones who could be watching."I'm a little more worried...er...about you? You were...uh...out for a while...you can walk right?" She stood, offering a hand to Faye, should she need it.
"Are you hurt at all?" Faye finally spoke up. It seemed to break Seraph from her trance.
"uhm...no. I'm fine. No trouble in the area today." she looked around nervously, knowing raiders and mutated creatures were not the only ones who could be watching."I'm a little more worried...er...about you? You were...uh...out for a while...you can walk right?" She stood, offering a hand to Faye, should she need it.
OOC Notes
Amorette sighed. "Oh c'mon mister! You OBVIOUSLY need a place to stay. I don't have food right now... And my place... Well, it's not much, but it is warm, and it mostly keeps out the trouble in this village." She spoke honestly, staring at him. What was he looking at anyway...? She glanced up to see a woman staring back. She had a mule and she walked him right over to them as if she had planned to meet them there. As the woman spoke, she looked to the man. She recognized this strategy... Poor, lost donkey? Feh, probably STOLE it from the old man.
Though when she started messing with the water, that was when Amorette's attitude flared up. She didn't move while the girl had the canteen above her head though. That would be much too risky. She looked at the canteen, then the girl, trying to find out the correct way to go about the stupid idea she'd come up with in five seconds. Searching the girl with her eyes, she glanced up to her, now deciding what she should do.
"Don't you feel SO big, holding that little water canteen there?" She smirked. Acting cocky. When the other girl got upset and decided to take care of the obnoxious little girl, she would indicate that the old man get away.
No one deserves to have their water supply or their farm animals stolen from them. It was one thing with a piece of bread, but their house and home? There was no way Amorette could do something so cruel and unjustified. She walked up closer to the girl. "This man is too old to be messed with by the likes of you. Why don't you get yourself another victim. One that won't die through the night?" She asked, staring into her eyes with a glare. "Or perhaps I should make a point--" She pulled out a knife she had found earlier in her wanderings. It was slightly rusted, but had a very good point to it. "-- of telling you to return his things?" She tilted her head as she moved closer.
"I don't like scumbags like you who are too lazy to pick on people your own size. It's not that hard." She then backed up a little, pointing the knife to her. "Oh." She stood straight. "And before we start this. I am in no way affiliated with said merchant." She pointed to him, then grinning. "I only want his books." She then lunged forward, aiming for the arm with the canteen. 'I hope this plan works, or I'm DEAD!'
Though when she started messing with the water, that was when Amorette's attitude flared up. She didn't move while the girl had the canteen above her head though. That would be much too risky. She looked at the canteen, then the girl, trying to find out the correct way to go about the stupid idea she'd come up with in five seconds. Searching the girl with her eyes, she glanced up to her, now deciding what she should do.
"Don't you feel SO big, holding that little water canteen there?" She smirked. Acting cocky. When the other girl got upset and decided to take care of the obnoxious little girl, she would indicate that the old man get away.
No one deserves to have their water supply or their farm animals stolen from them. It was one thing with a piece of bread, but their house and home? There was no way Amorette could do something so cruel and unjustified. She walked up closer to the girl. "This man is too old to be messed with by the likes of you. Why don't you get yourself another victim. One that won't die through the night?" She asked, staring into her eyes with a glare. "Or perhaps I should make a point--" She pulled out a knife she had found earlier in her wanderings. It was slightly rusted, but had a very good point to it. "-- of telling you to return his things?" She tilted her head as she moved closer.
"I don't like scumbags like you who are too lazy to pick on people your own size. It's not that hard." She then backed up a little, pointing the knife to her. "Oh." She stood straight. "And before we start this. I am in no way affiliated with said merchant." She pointed to him, then grinning. "I only want his books." She then lunged forward, aiming for the arm with the canteen. 'I hope this plan works, or I'm DEAD!'
OOC Notes
Faye couldn't exactly tell what Seraph was thinking, she wasn't a mind-reading type of android anyway; but... Seraph looked a bit lost, not on the outside of her body, but lost in thought. If that made any sense, but maybe she was just spacing out, and not even listening to her story. Was she uninteresting?
She really hoped that wasn't the case, the worst thing that could happen would be having to travel with a boring person, where nothing could really spike conversation.
Just the thought made Faye cringe, travelling without a word with anyone would be just like sleeping for ages out where she was... Lonely.
After Faye held Seraph close, one hand on her cheek and her nose almost touching the other girl's. She spoke up, disagreeing to her being in pain or having any faults of the sort.
Just as suddenly as she had taken ahold of her face and spoke out about her being in pain, she let go and looked around more. The sun was going to set soon, that was a shame, she'd have to run around for at least 45 minutes to have enough energy to last it through the night awake; which didn't seem too challenging if she could walk.
"Worried? About me? But why?" She looked around abruptly, was someone watching? Approaching? Or better yet wanting to be friends?!
Walking... Now, let's see, she's never walked before. She was told that she could run around for a power source, and she has felt people walking around her but has she done it herself? No.
With one hand on the ground to keep herself from toppling over she slid her hand into Seraph's letting their palms touch at will. Faye pulled up hard, arranging herself into an upright position on her feet. What an odd feeling, to have to rely on your feet of all things to keep you up.
With a gulp, Faye began letting go of Seraph's hand, staring down at her feet and she wobbled around a bit. But in the end she was standing straight up, okay, we got that part down...
Now, for the stepping bit. How does she do that? Faye thought for a moment, how did the others do it? They put their arm up bended, then they bent their leg out, and proceed to place it to the ground then repeat. What could be more simple?
Well, let's try this out, huh?
Faye bit her lip, and furrowed her brows looking distressed. This was such a large act to her, but all others just see this as a perfectly normal and flawless way of travel, but here she is, having the hardest time just walking. Pitiful.
But suddenly, she did, she took a step. One closer to Seraph just in case if she were to fall, at least she would have someone to think of catching her. She staid steady on her feet, and she took another, then one again. She was walking! Oh god, yes, she was walking!!
After a small while of doing this, walking around circles of Seraph, with her arms stretched out just in case if she needed to grab onto her plus the benefit of balance.
"I can do this... I can walk." She spoke softly, as if she were mesmerized by her own progress in living. Faye was exasperated with joy, she could do it.
She really hoped that wasn't the case, the worst thing that could happen would be having to travel with a boring person, where nothing could really spike conversation.
Just the thought made Faye cringe, travelling without a word with anyone would be just like sleeping for ages out where she was... Lonely.
After Faye held Seraph close, one hand on her cheek and her nose almost touching the other girl's. She spoke up, disagreeing to her being in pain or having any faults of the sort.
Just as suddenly as she had taken ahold of her face and spoke out about her being in pain, she let go and looked around more. The sun was going to set soon, that was a shame, she'd have to run around for at least 45 minutes to have enough energy to last it through the night awake; which didn't seem too challenging if she could walk.
"Worried? About me? But why?" She looked around abruptly, was someone watching? Approaching? Or better yet wanting to be friends?!
Walking... Now, let's see, she's never walked before. She was told that she could run around for a power source, and she has felt people walking around her but has she done it herself? No.
With one hand on the ground to keep herself from toppling over she slid her hand into Seraph's letting their palms touch at will. Faye pulled up hard, arranging herself into an upright position on her feet. What an odd feeling, to have to rely on your feet of all things to keep you up.
With a gulp, Faye began letting go of Seraph's hand, staring down at her feet and she wobbled around a bit. But in the end she was standing straight up, okay, we got that part down...
Now, for the stepping bit. How does she do that? Faye thought for a moment, how did the others do it? They put their arm up bended, then they bent their leg out, and proceed to place it to the ground then repeat. What could be more simple?
Well, let's try this out, huh?
Faye bit her lip, and furrowed her brows looking distressed. This was such a large act to her, but all others just see this as a perfectly normal and flawless way of travel, but here she is, having the hardest time just walking. Pitiful.
But suddenly, she did, she took a step. One closer to Seraph just in case if she were to fall, at least she would have someone to think of catching her. She staid steady on her feet, and she took another, then one again. She was walking! Oh god, yes, she was walking!!
After a small while of doing this, walking around circles of Seraph, with her arms stretched out just in case if she needed to grab onto her plus the benefit of balance.
"I can do this... I can walk." She spoke softly, as if she were mesmerized by her own progress in living. Faye was exasperated with joy, she could do it.
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I'm sorry I haven't been able to post, but I've been horrifically busy (was gone literally all day yesterday and the day before; very busy today), but I'll post tonight or tommorow at the latest. Again, I'm sorry. D:
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Hey Guys!
TO Dani and Broski particularly, I will be getting a full day of travel today, and I should be back to the US, by the 4th, not sure what time. Thought it'd be fair to warn you, and I apologize, as soon as I get the Net Conection to Post I will, but I'm on a squeezed Schedule right now.
Love and Peace in 2011!
TO Dani and Broski particularly, I will be getting a full day of travel today, and I should be back to the US, by the 4th, not sure what time. Thought it'd be fair to warn you, and I apologize, as soon as I get the Net Conection to Post I will, but I'm on a squeezed Schedule right now.
Love and Peace in 2011!
Re: [OOC] Past The Mountains of Madness (Post Apoc)
We do have an opening now. If anyone wants to make a general in the Astrologist army, they are welcome to it. We need this character before we start.
The character will be leading an army into Salut (see locations), to forcefully convert the village.
Chances are, this character will NOT be consistant, so there may be large gaps of time (after the first "part" of the role play) where he/she isn't there.
The character will be leading an army into Salut (see locations), to forcefully convert the village.
Chances are, this character will NOT be consistant, so there may be large gaps of time (after the first "part" of the role play) where he/she isn't there.
Re: [OOC] Past The Mountains of Madness (Post Apoc)
We now have several more areas, which I decided to add. Feel free to check them out.
We will be starting in Salut, most likely.
We will be starting in Salut, most likely.
Re: [OOC] Past The Mountains of Madness (Post Apoc)
Hmm, forum ate my post. Anyway, as I was saying, you're welcome to a second, but it isn't nessacary. We actually seem to of found enough players now, so I'm going to say there is no vacantcy, so I don't have to turn down players later.
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I'd be more than willing to make a second if need be. I'm not exactly rushed by anything, so I have plenty of time.
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Accepted your character. I know End plans on having two characters (at least), so right now we're looking for 1-2 more characters *in addition* to End's. This isn't to say anyone has to make *more* characters, we just have openings for a few more.
One of End's, I believe, is going to be a cultist general, so I doubt he'll be an incredibly active character. I'm thinking about killing off one of mine pretty early in the role play, because I love murdering my characters.
One of End's, I believe, is going to be a cultist general, so I doubt he'll be an incredibly active character. I'm thinking about killing off one of mine pretty early in the role play, because I love murdering my characters.
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I'll look over your character when I get back from Christmas lunch, so never fear.
The role play is inspired by a lot of different apocalyptic stories/games/movies, including Fallout (especially 3 and New Vegas), A Boy & His Dog, The Postman and numerous short stories.
The role play is inspired by a lot of different apocalyptic stories/games/movies, including Fallout (especially 3 and New Vegas), A Boy & His Dog, The Postman and numerous short stories.
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Lol I really like this idea, it's awesome, reminds me a lot of fallout. I submitted a character, and I used daniel's skeleton.
I read over angels character. All the Latin is pretty cool. I like the "ad mortem, ad victorium". and "bellum omnium contra omnes" makes her sound like an anarchist badass. :3
Sorry I really like Latin. The classes are really fun.
I read over angels character. All the Latin is pretty cool. I like the "ad mortem, ad victorium". and "bellum omnium contra omnes" makes her sound like an anarchist badass. :3
Sorry I really like Latin. The classes are really fun.
Re: [OOC] Past The Mountains of Madness (Post Apoc)
By the way, we're probably going to start in a village getting forcefully converted by the Astrologists; that way, any character class can get in pretty quickly.
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I believe you should create them, like you would a regular character. I hate to sound so stupid, but this is the first RP I've made. D:
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