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 Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 3:02 pm
"Thank you ma'am." Ramsden said as he took the rounds from Gerrard's mother. He removed the clip from his USP and started pushing in rounds until it held 15, then re-insterted it. "15 in the mag, 1 in the chamber, and..." he started counting out the remaining rounds. "23 spares. Alright that's not many. I should be careful with these." He said quietly, no real target indiciated for his statement. "Would you happen to have a small box as well for these? Preferablly plastic or some hard material? Storing ammo in a pocket, not the best of ideas." He said trying to sound slightly apologetic for asking for something else.
"No problem." She said. She removed a small box from under the counter where she stood and placed it in front of him.
"Thank you." He said, depositing the rounds in it. He pocketed the box and stretched out his back, cracking it, then cracking his neck. He cracked his knuckles as a final loosener, then turned to Juno who was getting her pokeball at this point. "Okay Ju-" he cut himself off when he noticed a new girl next to her, whom she was happily holding a conversation with. When she told him she was heading out, he was about to say something, but decided to just go with, "Alright. See you around the town then." She'd been through enough in his opinion to not just relax and enjoy herself while reconnecting with old friends. Her childhood would be robbed enough from all this, he knew he should give her as much as he could to let her at least enjoy the teenage years. "Well then," again, speaking to no one, "I guess I could just wander about. I don't really know this place." He said, walking out of the store. Instinctively, he started to Juno's house because it was the one area he knew in the town, but stopped half-way after realizing what he was doing. "You know, I haven't had a drink in a long, long time." Talking seemed like an addiction for him. Even if there wasn't anyone around, or anyone who would listen, he just seemed to talk most of his thoughts or anything really. He started searching for a building that might be a bar, but couldn't see a single one. "Plenty of people around, may as well stop someone." He looked around for a bit and found a person who looked around twenty or twenty three and stopped them. "Excuse me sir. Do you know if there's a bar in this area? I got here pretty recently so I'm still new."
"Oh sure. Head down this road straight that way, then take your second left, then the first right. It's a small place called Entrance Bar."
"Very good. Thank you."
"No problem." The man said, and continued on his way. Ramsden headed off following the directions provided and in about ten or so minutes, was in front of Enterance.
"And a happy sailor I am." He walked inside to be greeted by very few people. One female and two males, none of them together. It was no surprise, it was approaching noon. Pretty early to be in a bar. He didn't care though. He usually only drank after five on weekdays and after eight on weekends, but there was no more order for the week anymore so he threw chaos into his traditions. Time never really existed to him anyway, only clocks did. He headed inside and sat down at the counter.
"Hey how's it going man?" He stuck up a conversation with the bartender.
"Pretty good actually. Glenville's a nice place to have shop in."
"Yeah I would assume so. No crime, no general a**-holes, free everything within reason, hell I might just buy a house here."
"So where you from anyway? I've never seen you around."
"Well I was a sailor in the US Navy for a while before the calamity, then I just kinda became a duster. Go where I go. Ended up in Riverdale for a while, joined the minutemen. Took me back to my military days and I quite liked that. Not enough combat though, could always use more combat."
"...Quite the chatter aren't you?" The bartender asked, friendly air on him.
"Yeah, I hear that a lot. I don't know why but for some reason pretty much everything I say just tends to be really long-winded and to an unnecessary extent at that. ...kinda like that." They both laughed a small bit then resumed their conversation.
"So anyway, you came in here for a drink I assume? Two drink limit until we run out."
"Whoa two drinks? Oi, I'm gonna need something really strong then, and probably not this early in the day. Would hate to be walking around in the early afternoon already buzzed. I'll remember this place though. Probably be back around five or so. See ya 'round then."
"Oh, what's your name before you go sailor?"
"Ramsden. Just go with that. To many Ryan's in this world I prefer my last name."
"Alright then Ramsden. I'm Tom. See ya later today then."
"Bye man." Ramsden headed out, back into the complete unknown. "Well, may as well look around I suppose." He started to walk around the town, taking in locations and such, just killing time. He'd probably meet up with someone he recognized eventually (Oaks excluded at the time being or a punch in the face would probably occur) but it held no priority. He was used to being alone, so he just explored for now.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:33 pm
"I... yeah," Talia started, stopped, then started again. "I can't... I won't... no, I really can't talk about it," she decided at last, shivering a little. "I don't want... to dwell on it either. Let's not... I don't want to think... I don't know. I'm going to have to go out there again, too. I don't even know if the professors know I've... woken up, and I'm not sure I want them to. I'm positive my parents don't know and I'm pretty okay with that too," she admitted. "I feel the need to... hide for a while. Just a day or so. But... let's not talk about that. I mean... anything else," Talia added, trying to keep the sense of pleading out of her voice, though it permeated her mind. Anything to keep away... whatever it was that kept away emotions.
"I mean... has anything good happened to you? You met some weird people... did you meet anybody nice?" Talia searched, trying to think what could've gone well. She mentioned some crazy things, and that sounded like what Talia could remember of her own adventure, but... what else? What else could be talked about?
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:35 pm
((So I have been slack, and have perhaps not made clear (to those of you in Glenville and not actively involved in GM-moderated conversations) that this is a solid week of training and R&R. Level up, hunt pokémon, and otherwise montage. Pokémon capture will not necessarily be GM-moderated. Just PM me what you want, and I'll PM back a yes or no and a cost. Just don't go crazy, a'ight? If you want a little side-quest, lemme know that, too.
Also, please put your hands together for the long-awaited introduction of a new veteran, Mr. Damon Zarrox, played by the dashing ComiCozeCartoons.))
Nayana put a tender hand on Ulysses' shoulder after what he said, clearly simultaneously thanking him for his words and suppressing violent anger over what had just happened; she had heard much of the argument between Ramsden and the Oaks, and seen a little of it. "Thank you, professor, for the words. I don't know if I can trust those science boys another time in my life without someone to back 'em up, but you right - they's good people, and they treat this town well. I don't think they'd just be doin' this for shits 'n' giggles at this point." She sighed, bereaved. "Best get back cookin'. Please... if you do end up with my Juno, look after her. She is..." The big woman heaved another sigh, fighting a waver in her voice. "She a tough girl, but her momma needs her to come back safe. You know." With that, she turned away, leaving the professor to his devices.
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Damon Zarrox blinked in moderate confusion as he did his patrol of the Cliffshire borders. A woman clearly from a bike gang, just sitting there on her bike, apparently watching someone... was she waiting on something? And... was that a body in her arms? He reassured himself by patting the holstered Glock at his thigh and the two pokéballs in his shirt pocket and approached her cautiously. "Ma'am? Can I help you?"
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Somewhere between Glenville and Woodmount, a dark shadow passed over a lone engineer as he sped towards the town, hoping to gather information from the Howards; when the shadow passed, he had vanished, and the bike clattered to the ground. Not far behind him, the same happened to a second biker, this one older, and perhaps wiser, but no less susceptible to whatever it was that swallowed them up.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:54 pm
(FANTASTIC. My apologies, Gaia kinda slipped my mind for awhile; this was all I had going, and since it was awful silent... Anyways.)
He smiled after Nayana and reassured her. "I won't let a thing happen to any of them, you can count on it." And again, to himself, as though trying to reassure himself. "You can count on it." Of course, being the rational man he was, Ulysses Shonevsky wasn't entirely certain he could deliver on that promise. Doubt had ever been present in his life, but that had never stopped him before. If anything, doubt was simply a rival, and one he overcame more often than not. His past career was proof enough of that.
But what to do? He looked around. All the children had taken off. Originally he had hoped to aid them in training and help educate them on anything they might not know. Sure, it sounded a little arrogant, but wasn't the gathering of knowledge the reason the elderly were still respected? It was no matter, he supposed; the children were gone after all.
Instead, he turned after Nayana, jogging a short way to catch up. "Ma'am, this probably sounds crazy, but do the Oaks have a gym or workout room on the premises?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 3:35 pm
((Oh don't mind me, just doing some minor character development to help myself better understand Ramsden... which... turned into a lot more than I thought it was going to.
tl;dr at the bottom, as something eventful does happen if you're in Glenville.))
"Well, bar's out. What now?" Ramsden scanned the area when he was in a more open section of the town looking for something to do. "Hey... is that?"
"Oh. No. ********. Way." A familiar voice said as the man Ramsden spotted also noticed him.
"Lieutenant Commander Hinis. What brings you around here?"
"Nothing much. Just passing by since the Navy fell out. Enjoy your AWOL (Absent Without Leave) time?"
"I could ask you the same question."
"Don't toy AM2. I left when they let me. You just took off."
"You never did understand what family was. My family was in danger, the Navy was dead anyway. Only fools like you clung to it for severe hope. It's all losers like you had." Ramsden gave his retort, a mocking but darker tone. Hinis, clearly, was not to appeased by this. His response was decking Ramsden with a right hook rather than attempt a witty retort.
"You know damn well what happened to my fam-" Hinis started.
"-ily? Yeah we've all heard the sob stories Sir." He spat the word and ignored the punch, shrugging it off like nothing, hoping to aggravate Hinis. Officer's punches still hurt like ******** though! "And frankly, no one gave a rat's a** about that damned scum-bag of a friend you called family. How you stayed an officer, hell, in the Navy while knowing a man like that is beyond me." A small crowd had gathered at this point, but Ramsden paid them no mind. Turning your eyes from an enemy at any point was a way to always lose.
"Yes. It is beyond you. Just as so many other things are."
"Hinis, you-"
"That's Lt. Commander to you AM2."
"I'll call you what I damn well want Harry." Hinis looked shocked and honestly, aghast that his first name had been used.
"You've lost all your military bearing civilian." Hinis retorted. The word struck a cord with Ramsden.
"Don't lump me in with them. I'm still a ******** Sailor. More of one then you were. Or ever will be."
"Oh really? Do you remember about when you were up for AM3? You would've been capped if I recall."
"Quiet." Ramsden warned.
"Oh I do seem to have stumbled upon a nerve there haven't I? Captain's Mast. Left a, oh what was it? 12 inch screwdriver on top of the Main Rotor Head?"
"The PC (Plane Captain) caught it before anything happened. And I trained that PC to check for FOD if you'll recall. If anything, that proves I did my job right." The crowd was growing larger as the flames grew higher. They could all tell something was going to happen eventually, but no one thought what did, would.
"Ah, but Captain Bethskey dis-agreed didn't he? 60 days restriction was it you got? Oh and half-month's pay times 2 also. He also forbade you from taking the AM3 test, let alone getting capped for the rank."
"Captain Bethskey was an idiot unfit to hold his rank."
"Well, wasn't that your idea of all officers?" Hinis asked, no longer mocking but back to annoyed and unpleased tones.
"Not our DIV-O (Division Officer). He was the only b*****d in the whole damn HSC squadron who knew anything about responsibility. You think I didn't know about you all up there sipping away at your coffee, trading porn on your computers while the rest of us froze during FOD walkdowns several times daily because you refused to believe 'we got everything' every day? DIV-O showed up to all those FOD walkdowns. I didn't see the rest of you ******** anywhere. Officers, lazy ******** who can't do a thing right."
"And Air-Flamers-"
"Framers you c**t." A mother of the now very large gather clapped her hands over her young child's ears.
"Who almost kill those officers."
"The Navy would've been a better place if Enlisted members ran the show. Or even better than that, if there simply were no officers. At least we give a ******** about each other."
"You seem to forget your place AM2."
"And you forget your sense, given you ever had any Sir, you retarded vermin." Venom dripped from his teeth when he spoke the word sir again. He chose the word retarded on purpose. It always sent Hinis into a fit. It appeared having Ramsden utter it though, was a breaking point. Ramsden had intentionally be wearing his patience thin, just to see if he could get him to snap. He succeeded, and it made Ramsden laugh a little, angering Hinis more.
Hinis had already gone for a charge at Ramsden, but Ramsden saw this coming, and simply grabbed the officer's arms and used his momentum to throw him a small ways. He skidded across the ground for a second, and got back up, coming into a MCMAP (Marine Corps Martial Arts Program) stance.
"I trained with Marines Ramsden. You aren't winning."
"Jarheads. Not worth anyone's time. Especially not SEALs, several of which were pretty close with me might I add." Ramsden tossed at Hinis, mocking tone. He took a stance taught to him by one of his old SEAL buddies.
Hinis came in for another right hook, and Ramsden went to block it, but Hinis faked and pulled it back, bringing his knee up and knocking Ramsden in the stomach with it. Normally, he'd have caught that, but he underestimated Hinis and didn't think to check for legs. Ramsden staggered backward as he had the wind knocked out of him, and recovered as quickly as he could, but not before a foot crashed onto the back of his skull in a well executed axe-kick. If Hinis had been wearing combat boots, he'd have killed Ramsden right there. Luckily, he was wearing tennis shoes, so Ramsden instead went into harsh pain. He also, however, shifted. His morality stopped, his judgment stopped, he didn't notice things anymore, he just demanded blood.
Ramsden rose quickly and jumped on Hinis, bringing them both down to the ground. Ramsden scraped the back of the officer's head into the cement on the ground, creating an audible scratching noise while leaving a trail of shimmering crimson on the ground where the back of his head touched, and causing Hinis to cry out in pain. Hinis did what he could to take down Ramsden in his position, but all he could do was hit him in the solar plexus. That was enough of a quick shock to get Ramsden to loosen his grip and tension however, allowing Hinis to push him off, and trade positions.
Several boys and older teenagers watching this fight with once held entertainment in their eyes ceased when the noticed the bloodtrail where the officer's head was being ground. Many had covered their children's eyes but were unable to turn away. A few ran to get what help they could from the law.
Hinis now sat on top of Ramsden, and pressed his thumbs into the sailor's windpipe. Ramsden coughed and spluttered trying to breath, but Hinis wouldn't let up. Ramsden recognized the choke immediately. It was a type of death grip. The officer's thumbs were on his adam's apple.
He's not just threatening here. He's trying to kill me... SWEET! Without thinking about it, without questioning it, Ramsden drew his USP .45 and pistol whipped Hinis to the side of the temple causing him to fall off Ramsden in blinding pain. Ramsden quickly smashed Hinis again on the back of the skull effectively paralyzing him for a second, allowing Ramsden to roll him over on his stomach, place the barrel of his gun right at the base of the occipital bone, just in the niche where the skull bump protrudes, and fired. The bullet penetrated the skull and exited the top of the forehead, quickly shattering on the ground. Hinis lay there dead now, blood pooling at the spot where his head was. Ramsden removed his knife from his pocket, flicked it up, and drove it into the officer's neck, ensuring death. Ramsden stood and holstered the gun, a small smirk of enjoyment flickering on his face for less than a second. The crowd around him was huge, and silent. He only saw one face when he looked up, however, that he really was concerned with.
"Oh... uhhhh... Hi Juno." He said, nervously. He had no idea what to make of the situation.
((I understand this is a stupid level of long, and honestly, I didn't intend this to happen. It was supposed to be a small char development, but it gives an event for everyone to go off of if there in Glenville, and it gave me a chance to develop a little more.
tl;dr - Ramsden met his old Lt. Commander, they fought, Ramsden shot him in kinda self-defense, Juno saw.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 4:43 am
And then there was a pause.
Eyes blinked open, earlier than expected - earlier even than their opener expected. A profound silence gripped the entire planet as a mind more powerful than it could comprehend surveyed the galaxy.
~What...~
"It's easy, really," a melodious, tenor voice offered. Mindful of the near-deadly consequences of the last time this consciousness's attention had been wielded fully on a human being, the mew turned its thoughts with care on the source. An older, feebler voice gasped and strained.
The mew regarded Alex Terrian, who was standing with one of his feet resting heavily on the throat of a struggling Reverend Beatitude, with simple curiosity. A voice like snowfall on the scale of a nebula asked with some trepidation, ~How can you know...?~
The sable-haired man winked and tapped his nose. "I've been awake longer than you. Unfortunately, I have very little time to explain before your mere presence unhinges the locks I have on a number of consciousnesses. I need to ask a favor."
He barreled on without waiting for permission. "Something happened - something largely unforgivable. They..." He blushed furiously and all at once, trying to hide it by looking down and spitting on the Reverend's eye. "We, I suppose... lost focus. The flames cooled. I guess you sensed that, and now that you've awakened early, there is a force attempting to-" he broke off to smack Beatitude's head with a cane, dazing him and stopping his struggling for a bit. "Excuse me. Attempting to erase you, and said force does not understand the consequences. So I propose something I have never liked, but that I perceive as necessary, as, I think, will you." Turning his full attention on the mew, eyes flashing, age beginning to show in thin etchings around his eyes and chin, Terrian made his plea.
After listening, the mew nodded thoughtfully. ~I can do that... I guess. I think I know how. You'll... still be there, right? All of you?~
Terrian flashed a grin. "All those that matter." Silver was beginning to show in some of his hairs and his skin had become somewhat leathery. He was wearing thin, and the Reverend had begun to struggle again, choking out gasps of protest.
A moment of contemplation later, the universe stopped, and... turned. Like a child entranced with rolling a kaleidoscope, bit by bit, the many dimensions tilted, ever so slightly, and the oil in the toy ebbed with time. The Reverend Beatitude sank back into anonymity, Alex Terrian vanished from his brief reappearance, Juno Galedeigh returned to her home, Alexis Hale sat quietly in a tree, Gerard Waverly stoically guarded his little sister, Paul McCulloch kept vigilant watch of his small domain, Madelyn Cache meandered back to Canada, Ryan Ramsden returned to his Riverdale post, Ulysses Shonevsky sat back on his porch, and any number of others danced their way back through a new shape of time, the flickering coals of their lives suddenly flashing to brilliance, as does the phoenix on her deathbed, setting the kaleidoscope ablaze in a conflagration of embers.
~Find me,~ a small, infinitely reverberating voice beckoned to those glowing cinders. ~Burn your way to me.~
~please~
((This is the end, and this is the beginning. Thank you all for playing in this first go-round, and I'll see you soon ^.~ ))
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