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Post by G-Virus on Jul 4, 2010 16:47:21 GMT -5
G smiled in happiness as he saw the map appear in his visor.
" Ah, this'll make it easier to get there!"
G picked up Pyro and put him on his back. He then checked directions again and set off west. He knew he might run into minions along the way, but that's why he was running at full speed to get away quicker.
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Post by bloodmeta on Jul 8, 2010 0:50:00 GMT -5
Luna: You, walking away from the pile of mushy organs, as well as the dead body met with stained blood, had been greeted to the cold air of night, breezing through your dirtied cyan shirt. The land around you became a massive mixture of black and a blue-ish light, preferably called moonlight, to your memory. It was getting dark, and you've heard the stories before, maybe you could camp out here...
G-Virus: Running out, it seems that you'd taken much more time than you'd think you had, as the sky's were filled with illuminating stars, that obviously led back to the moon. The green light from your visor lit the way to your destination, like night-vision almost. Right when you saw a stream of light, and the map, it seemed that you were getting closer to your destination, at an hour of time. That's a new record, you thought as you heard Pyro moaning in agony over his pain. The opium may have worked, but, it seemed as though it was starting to wear off...
He looked forward, despite it being only sand brushing into what seemed like a stream of paint, and caught sight of the forest that he was talking about. Purposely ignoring Hydrox's statement, he got off the landed hoverboard, and caught the pulchritude of the forest once more.
The elevation of the trees seemed to go as far as to the sky, as it obscurity was a form that called out as a kingly motion, making the land around them, as well as the trees indistinct to the normal eye. The only light protruding from all this was a slight burst of moonlight, as well as the normality from the still alive mutated lighters that danced in a calming, secure way that was almost distinct to the apocalypse that laid around them both. Staring away from this, he caught a glimpse of the warehouse, now only having the moonlight illuminate it, as though it were made from a very well impressive painting. He walked forward, turning around as his uniform might of well turned into another well done painting assemblage, the only glint coming from his red as blood goggles, where he simply said, "Coming?"
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Post by G-Virus on Jul 8, 2010 5:06:46 GMT -5
"Yes! We're almost there!"
G began to charge faster to get to the settlement as fast as possible.
(Short post is short D:)
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Post by hydroxianchaos on Jul 8, 2010 9:27:55 GMT -5
"Well... Yeah. This is practically my house." He said, as he ran to the shack, almost skipping, like if the world was at peace. Once there, he gently touched the door. Grinning a little, he says, "Yep. Home sweet Home. I'll just recharge my hover bike and shoes, and then I'll hit the hay. Wake me at the first glimpse of sunlight. I'll just get a few replacement weapons, due to the fact my sword and gun are practically dead, and we'll be off. Oh, and don't forget to have something to eat. Can't be patrolling on an empty stomach. I have some of those vacuum seal foods, and maybe about three sandviches. Don't expect some crazy full course meal." Right before walking inside he looks at Bloodmeta. "Here's Chaos' cozy spot. Make yourself at home."
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Post by Luna on Jul 10, 2010 6:17:41 GMT -5
Sigh... Luna laid down onto the cold ground, tired from what has happened in the day... A slight moment of sleep couldn't hurt, right...?
((Short post is short. : / ))
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Post by bloodmeta on Jul 11, 2010 13:28:13 GMT -5
((Also, introducing... MENTAL PROBLEMS. OH YES, THIS RP COULDN'T GET ANY MORE REALISTIC? WELL, IT SEEMS YOU'RE WRONG, BECAUSE IT JUST DID.
Yes, you can now have mental illnesses, if you've gone insane over The Barrens. You don't have to base it off your mental illnesses, you can make your character have some that you don't have. So, yeah, don't say it or anything, I'll base it off your character's posts. Info, out))
G-Virus: The long run finally paid off, as you see the gates of the settlement of Qutimynt. The gates open, as you find yourself inside the settlement. You see a red cross right on a building just north-east of the gates. Obviously, must be the hospital. Finally, help.
Luna: As you sit on the iceberg-like ground, you hear rattling of claws, like a cohort or scratching on a blackboard millions of times. The noise of a bassy gunshot could be heard going along with it. You look up from the bloody sitting spot, ruining your...Well... Already torn and ruined gray leather pants, and see the Ulibua, running with their highly numbered eye gigantic rats, clearly overdosing on radiation to get to such a limit. It seems they have superior firepower over you, and obviously, could kill you within seconds without trying in the very least. You could hide it out, or make a run for it, risking your life severely in the process...
He was too engaged.
He couldn't realize just how the clear beauty of things could sweep over an overwhelming power that was too much to handle, it felt like he were a little kiddo again. The shadowy figures of trees started to catch the breeze and frolic about in a way that said, "Join us!" In fact... that's what he was hearing. All other noises blanked out as a white noise, while only the simple phrase 'Join us, Bloodmeta' automatically caught the key-chain of his ear, and stuck there as hard as cement. It almost made him want to walk outside and take a friendly job, waving at the others, saying for them to have a good day. Why did he have to be in this torture? Why? Why couldn't he join in on the dance and just feel happy for the rest of his life? The dances started to go faster, as the light made by such lighters formed a ball. His instincts, for some reason, disregard every bit of logic, and went to grab on to the orb. The automatic sound in his ear got louder as "Touch it, Bloodmeta, touch it!" was said over and over again from what seemed to be everywhere. The area around him eventually became lighter and lighter, as reached even further out. The trees, oh how they danced, he wanted to join. Oh, so badly.
But, this all timed out, as he heard Hydrox called for him, breaking him back to logic. He looked over at the warehouse, and discovered that it was a horrendous mass of wood crumbled, age taking it upon it's firm grasp. The trees were, at some sections, incinerated to cinders and ashes, while others were completely gone. Just obliterated. Everything, was awful... He looked back, at the place he saw the lighters, and only saw...nothing. It was clearly an illusion...
He walked forward, toward the warehouse, in a sad motion, sat on Chaos' favorite spot... He pulled his hands into a motion that made it sit upon his face, forming into a sorta-facepalmng motion...
He wanted to cry...
MENTAL ILLNESSES: Schizophrenia
((INFO: Other people, you may join, but, before hand, send it to me, if I like it, you can post automatically. If not, then just wait, as these guys are going to be in here for a long time. So, go ahead and take your time, because you have enough of it! Info, out))
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Post by G-Virus on Jul 11, 2010 13:56:01 GMT -5
"Almost there man. Relax."
G bounded closer to the Hospital and ran inside the hospital. He requested immediate help and ran all over the place to pressure the workers into doing a faster job.
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Post by hydroxianchaos on Jul 11, 2010 22:26:28 GMT -5
Hydrox, only grinning like a mad man, skipped inside. He sat on an old chair and loudly hummed a certain theme that would only bring the word "familiar to anyone. After "relaxing" for what only seemed like a minute, he skipped to a shelf and took out a small package marked "Vac. Chicken Noodle", and literally sucked out it's contents. When it was about half empty, he left it on the shelf for later use, and took out a book called "Bart Simpsons Guide to Life" and all of a sudden slighty showed a hint of sanity, despite having the cracked glasses and the constant sort of wild look on his face. Looking up from his favorite shunned peice of zanny literature, he sees Bloodmeta. Now making an absolutly stoic expression, he slowly tilts his head sideways, in a curious fashon. He finally says, "Looks like things are setting into you. I think you're a little hung out. A guy I knew once said, 'Two men were in a jail and they looked out the window. One looked at the ground and saw mud. Another looked to the sky and saw stars.' I think you know what I mean. I'm going to fire up my bike. You try to get better. Okay? Here." He walks to the shelf and throws a soup packet at Bloodmeta's feet. He then lurches a little over to his packet and sucks out more of it until it's gone. "Good thing they're compressed. If not, that would have felt like eating air. That one packet is good enough for half of what is needed for lunch." He walks across the entire shack, to his two methods of transportation. He plugs each of them with a cord. "This is why I have solar panels and a back up battery. These should be charged in about and hour." He walks towards a small stuffed mat, about half the size of a mattress. "I think now would be a nice time to patroll." he says. Yawning, he walks on it, takes off his sneakers, and crawls on all fours in a circle for about three times, and simply falls on the mat, slightly snoring. One word could describe the look on his face while he began to drift to sleep, and that was "Bliss".
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Post by bloodmeta on Jul 13, 2010 4:26:32 GMT -5
((INFO: NEW CHARACTER(S). THREE, TWO, ONE, FIRE!!!
Name: Chaosky
Age: 17
Personality: Cold in general, but can be friendly. He views emotions as a travesty, and often tries to conceal them by drinking. He is very intelligent and generally logical, but has an odd streak; kind of like Eggman mixed with Spock.
Bio: A scientist of the TRL, he accomplished many things. Sadly, he was still young, and had much to learn before he could “conquer the world with his tools.” During a trial run of an experimental time travel device, said device caused a computer error in the remote testing facility it was held in. That was all it took for the SPAMbots to hack into the system, and he was executed along with Bloodmeta by Jigglypuff and her affiliates. Fortunately for him, he had just finished his first standalone regeneration device.* That all happened some time ago.
Appearance: The form of a neutral chao, along with a tattered official The Research Lab coat.
Group: N/A
Weapons: Plasma Blades, minimal telekinetic ability.** His ability is very limited in that it can only be used in short bursts, with long recharge periods.
*Because I can’t say something like this without explaining how it works: The standalone regeneration device is meant to be implanted within your body. It is powered by a quantum vibration system that takes the energy from the very vibrations of particles around it. (Whether perpetual motion models are possible by using the particles it is made up of must be researched.) This pretty much means that it can function as long as it is in existence. Thanks to the crazy mind of Chaosky, it is also made so that if everything around it were to stop existing, it would have a solid state copy of everything so that once it finds an energy source again, it could restart the regeneration process. It is made of an extremely dense and strong carbon compound which is very hard to make, explaining why he could only make one. It is extremely difficult to destroy as it is designed to survive a nuclear blast, however you could probably get rid of it by chucking it in a fusion reactor. (Or maybe some Tails Doll weapon.) The regeneration process is extremely slow, with a full body regeneration taking many months. As you might expect, you could easily prevent it from regenerating by throwing it in a vat of chemicals or something. (Or maybe a volcano for an added Lord of the Rings reference.) Once again, EXTREMELY easy to stop regeneration.
** This ability evolved from extensive genetic experiments aimed at enhancing energy production. To be blunt, they involved creating a powerful fuel cell from organic parts. _________________________________________________________________________________
Name:Blues
Age:18
Personality:A cold, unresponsible, lone wolf that would really only care about himself at desperate times, yet, still do things the logical way. Somewhat intelligent, as well as having a degree in medical things.
Bio:He was new to the Research lab. Nothing more, nothing less. Though he was interested in Chaosky's experiments, he mostly left out for the paranormal, to see what was after death. Of course, he obviously went alone on his journey. He came back to discover a surprise attack had landed on the Tail's Doll Research Lab. After that, his Split Personality disorder got the better of him, and he often blames himself for the attack. He never gave himself much credit, but, he landed a good degree in medical school, and it pays for the rest.
Group:N/A
Weapons: A form of the Proto Shield is in his arsenal, but, he still goes with a Recon Pistol AK-96 as his major one. Though, the Proto Shield is badly damaged, and could fly off with about one hit.
Alright, time for where you're going to start.
Chaosky: The distant air smelled of cigarettes and other products inside the Ghouly Ouley. You sat down on your usual spot, and took a drink of your Burdens Beer. Though, as you drunk, you started to think what caused you to go this way. You used to be full of life, ready to discover, now, you just seem to sit around all day, drinking to your heart's content. It was like the same shit, different day with you. Pffffft, you mumbled, as you shook it off, drinking even more of the Burden's beer, some of it getting on your already dirtied lab coat that you wore about three years ago. Your baggy, yet pink-ish eyes moved up, as you saw yourself moving towards the door. You open it, looking out while your body shakes in a drunken manner. You look down, one eye closing, then the other doing the same, as you see what appears to be some sort of doggy...Or something... Either way, your minds settled on going back into the bar, but, you could always go over there and try to pet it! WOOPIE!!!
Blues: The obvious paperwork.
It was so bland to you, even though you could finish it in a minute or two, it was still the same. Though, it does pay the bills and rent, he never had any amount of time with any of his friends. Sad thing, really, sad thing.
He finished up, still, with his hand aching from the intense writing that took place, it almost felt broken or out of place, but, otherwise, still the same. You could guess that everything in this city was the same. Patients coming in for 'peelz,' or whatever the hell they classified it as, it wasn't any different.
But, one day... He kept on with his work, trying his best to feel motivated, when, the bell came ringing. Obviously, it was another patient, and his damn shit, but, in fact, it was a mutated form of...Something, but, he seemed rather familiar...Maybe you could help him?
Alright, you can now post, you guizes! GO AHEAD, AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AT SUBMISSIVE AFTERMATH! Info, out))
He picks up the package of beans from the floor, and simply set it back on the same spot that Hydrox found them on. Maybe he should just calm down...Maybe...
He picks it back up, along with many other amount of food, not enough to suffice him, as it was only three cans, but, it'll do. He stuffed them both in his jacket pocket, then, as he stepped out, he threw a note next to Hydrox's face, then, ran off.
He knew it was selfish. He knew he could probably die. But, it was survival of the finish, after all...
(long post is looooonnng)
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Chaosky
Dedicated
Mr. Professor Chaosky
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Post by Chaosky on Jul 13, 2010 14:14:52 GMT -5
(So it has been 3 years since the fall...)
Barely able to keep his eyes open, Chaosky took another look at the dog thing. Wait... it was coming to him?
"Hey," he mumbled, "g'way or I'll... eat you. ...Wait, what'd I say?"
The creature advanced, cocking its head... at least it looked like it was.
"So tha's how its gonna be, huh?" Chaosky turned on his weapon and pointed it at the blob. "Hasta la vista, ba... *thud*"
He had fallen headfirst into the ground, knocking himself out.
(Medium post is medium.)
((Fixed. Apparently the dog thing's supposed to be G-Virus, so, yeah.))
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Post by hydroxianchaos on Jul 13, 2010 16:12:38 GMT -5
In the morning, Hydrox, smacking his lips a little, gets up and scratches his ass a little. Seeing a small peice of paper, he picks it up and looks at it. Laughing, he says, or rather barks, "HA! Looks like I set my expectations too low! I thougut he would have left when I said that we should get to my shack." He gets up, still chuckling, walks over to his hover shoes and puts them on instead of his normal shoes. He then gets some soup packets, a few replacements for his original weapons and even sandvich case, and sits on his chair. Now, he's starting to act strange. He starts to literally bark in a laughing matter. Sounding exactly like he did when he showed himself to Bloodmeta in the research lab, he says, "I swear, I should do something about the shit happening. Why does everyone I meet look so sad, so depressed? Every day is as good as the last, just different. The idiots those narrow minded people are. I think I'll get up and do something about it." He gets up, grabs a two more packets, and puts them in for storage in his hover bike's mini trunk. He gets on it. Now, acting even less normal, eye twitching, he asks himself out loud, "Alright now 'Chaos. You've got some fire power. You can kill. Are you going to play 'defense engineer'? NO! You're going to ram in the and be aggressive. Kill some people. The world is itching for a ruler. A tyrant. Who's better than moi to rule the face of the earth? Not Jiggily. Not Tails Doll. I am going to eliminate the weakest to the strong. Heh eh. HAAA!!!!" He sits the, laughing his ass of for no apparent reason. Looking at his own face in a cracked window, he says, "It's time to pay our beloved friend Jiggilypuff for a visit!" He grabs a white flag, attaches it to the end of his bike, and revs up his bike's engine and sets off straight towards the path he normally takes to the research lab. Once exiting the burnt forest, he says, "I'm gonna play mole for a little while, hee hee!" He was obviously schemeing something elaborate. When the research lab is in sight, he brifely stops, spits on his hand, waxes his fur and muzzle a bit, and continues. When he finnally reaches the building, he stands at the door, holding the flag, both arms extended upward. He was apprently "surrendering". Or at least, that's how it seemed.
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Blues
Believer
Let me tell you something...
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Post by Blues on Jul 15, 2010 8:14:28 GMT -5
With the bell ringing, it fractured the silent peace that inhabited his ears. Getting up, he could only blink as he saw this, somehow, nostalgic abomination barking out orders to what seemed to be air. Could that creature not get it through his impenetrable skull that he was the only doctor inside this claustrophobic hospital? Either way, he gave way, and went up to the animate being, inquiring him with, "Hello, mister, may I please know of what troubles are bothering you today?"
He looked up, and saw what seems to be...Well, he would have to get a closer examination to properly have a hypothesis about the figure, but, until then, he was anonymous to him.
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Post by G-Virus on Jul 15, 2010 8:29:01 GMT -5
(wait, so you're talking to me right?)
"Its not me that is in need of help, it's Pyro."
G pointed towards Pyro who was lying down on a stretcher.
"Yeah, radiation poisoning. He's got less than an hour so I suggest you hurry up on curing the poisoning. He has opium in his bloodstream right now, so that may make him last a bit longer than an hour."
G had apparently caught a whiff of the Doctor's scent, and it smelled familiar somehow... as if they had met a long time ago...
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Blues
Believer
Let me tell you something...
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Post by Blues on Jul 18, 2010 5:03:41 GMT -5
"Well then, I'll get to work immediately." Blues said as he rushed over to Pyro. He laid in a sort of sleeping beauty fashion, enough to make me think that he was just sung a lullaby to go to sleep, but, that just wasn't the case. He picked the body up, carrying the heavy body to a medical bed. As he looked back to G-Virus, he said with a serious tone of voice, "It looks as though he has radiation poisoning, heightening the amount of time it's going to take, preferably, about 25 minutes or so. I need you to stay here. Understand? Good Doggy." And, just like that, he was in the emergency room.
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Post by bloodmeta on Jul 20, 2010 9:45:40 GMT -5
Blues: The whole process took a full thirty minutes, and, bringing him out, you look at this, monster, and see that his name is on the tip of your tongue...G...G...G....
Chaosky: You hit the floor with a large Thud, as you started to black out.
When you came to, you noticed a flying robot that uses a sort of strong fan to stay afloat from the ground. The thing looked a bit scrap metally to you, but, that brought it to seeing that it can hold out in some dire situations. The thing's name was Jack, obviously bringing a little chuckle to yourself as you see the irony in that. You start to notice a large vial with what seems to be alcohol inside. He must of got it out of your blood stream. But, about that dog...
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