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Stone Temple Creep Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 9:28 pm
I didn't know what else to call it.. xD
Okay, so here's my deal. I'm posting this here because this RP (obviously) doesn't fit in with the main story of the guild. I'm cool with that. I don't care. xD
The purpose of this guild is to RP in more than just one set time frame. I'm sure this guild would be much more successful if I had more members, because I have a lot of good ideas for this place.
Anywho, like I said, I'll let you take the lead. I find it more challenging to adapt to an RP then to create it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 9:46 pm
((I'll do what I can xD))
Vare walked on through setting sun. Which only meant one thing in this world. Hide. He looked around. Not bothering to shield his eyes. Why bother? The goggles he wore acted even better then sunglasses. So it didn't really bother him that he had to wear them damn near all the time. They were useful for hundreds of things. Sandstorms, Rainstorms, Swimming, and of course, shrapnel. He wished he had these goggles when he was fighting the archangel Tyrael. Perhaps he wouldn't have a great big scar over his eye. Not that it bothered him much either. It was quite the ladies magnet.
He started towards a broken bridge. It was pretty massive. Probably was part of some highway at one point. It ran over a river. So he knew if he was going to be attacked, it would only come from one way. Unless of course, The fish had become mutated as well. And to be honest, it wouldn't have surprised him in the slightest to find this out. The war had radiated everything. The only pure water came from a machine that distilled it. Even the oceans were heavily radiated. So creatures such as deer, dogs, and even ants, had mutated and become deadly. He found a pout where two large pieces of concrete met to create a small tent like opening big enough for three people. He sighed and crawled in. And suddenly wondered, was heaven worth all of this? didn't matter. Hell certainly wouldn't take him back. If he died without redeeming himself, he would cease to exist. Nothing more. He set his hunting rifle aside and laid on his bedroll. Closing his eyes and preying he would wake up the next day.
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Stone Temple Creep Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:29 pm
[My turn. Here goes nothing.]
What next?
A woman thought to herself. Presently, she existed in an alternate plain. Actually, she was somewhere between dimensions.
Patience, my dear, a voice called to her from the distance.
Patirica sighed. Everytime he said that, it meant something bad.
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A strange fizzle sound was heard, followed by a crackle. Her body had successfully passed through to the other side. Patricia could feel a tingly sensation in her fingers. Which usually meant she was somewhere in the vecinity of the first 4 dimensions. She opened her eyes and looked around.
As she gazed around, she could tell Earth was not the way it used to be. "Something happened," she bluntly murmured to herself. Things were in shambles. The buildings were all torn up and falling over. Wreckage of a war was left in the wake. Abandoned cars. Rubble from tall buildings lay cluttered on the ground.
"Is this what you sent me here for?" she asked, gazing up to the cloud littered sky. A smirk crept across her face. "Figures. You always ask me to clean up these disasters." Patricia shook her head and began to make her way through the labrynth of destruction. She could sense that there weren't many people left in the area, but one soul seemed to catch her attention. A soul that was very similar to hers.
"So, someone else like me is here?"
She reached to her waist with her left hand and placed her fingers around the sheath that hung attached to her thighs. She wasn't sure if this other soul was dangerous or not. There was one thing she learned from the last time she was here.
Always keep one hand on your weapon. You'll never know when you'll need it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 2:14 pm
Vare slowly woke from his sleep. He felt relaxed. So very relaxed. That only meant one thing, someone from another dimension was here. And there was an excellent chance they had angel blood in them. That was the affect angels had on demons. The power of heaven soothed the hellish pain that surged through all demons. But he knew not all angels were happy to see him. So he always took the proper precautions to ensure his own safety. Was pointing a gun really the best way to make friends? Not really. He agreed that there were other ways. But was it the best way to keep himself alive? Yeah. No arguing that either.
He silently snuck out from his little hole in the wall and crept around the wreckage of some cars. Keeping himself low to the ground. He wished he could take his goggles off. He would see just a tiny bit better. Then, he saw her in the field looking around. Now, he would just need to be cool, and friendly. He raised his gun and pointed it at her.
"Woah, hello there." Well it was better then shooting right? And he had announced his presence. Not that it may be a good thing. He wore a tan dusty trenchcoat, matching leather gloves with the fingertips cut off, and a tan scarf he used so he didn't breath in sand from sandstorms and such. All were badly beaten.
"Ok, turn around nice and slow. Trust me I don't want to shoot you. But its not every night that you see people wandering around. Who are you, and state your business." He didn't care if she was queen of the nile as long as she wasn't sent to hunt demons or bring him back to hell.
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Stone Temple Creep Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 1:44 am
Patricia walked, almost aimlessly, trying to located some form of reason why she was brought here. It's too bad her senses were not built to 'feel' a persons aura, otherwise, she was have very easily picked up on the presense that was not too far from her. Instead, she was gifted with a sort of aura feeling vision. Simply put, she could see the spirit, simply by looking at a person.
She heard a voice call from her right sight. Without looking entirely in the direction of the source, she turned her head ever-so-slightly, still gazing forward. She waited as the voice gave her instruction to turn slowly and state her business. She was not the type to follow orders that were barked out to her. She even gave a bit of fuss to her master.
Patricia could very easily have just complied and this would have been fine. But considering he threatened to shoot, that meant he had a gun. This was something she was not fond of. She slowly raised both of her hands, so that they were about the same height as her head. Almost effortlessly and very quickly, she pulled a small knife from her sleeve and launched it in the direction of the voice.
This would hopefully give her enough time to evacuate and head towards a nearby abandoned building. He left hand gripped the sheath of her sword and one foot after the other, she put this plan in motion.
["Go ahead! Make my day!" xD
Did I mention that my character is an assassin angel? aka, she does away with evil. She's a fighter!
You're gonna have fun with her.]
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 12:43 pm
((ohhhhh shes gonna be in trouble ;D my char my be a demon but he is a relinquished. He works for the heavens doing what they ask of him. In order to redeem himself. An angel attacking a Relinquished is like hitting one of those construction workers on the road. lol))
Well at this point, the only thought was "Yup, hunter." He fell to the side and heard the knife whizz past his face. He kept his gun pointed though and took a pot shot. Not a chance in hell that would hit really. He wasn't even pointing at the original area anymore. But it would probably make her jumpy at the very least.
Now, the sucky part about being a Relinquished, is that you have no powers. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Nada. The big goose egg. No super strength, speed, hellfire, hell he couldn't even see souls. He was as powerful as the average human. And he knew it. He went with the force of his roll and jumped up, pulling out two pistols from his sides and putting the rifle on his back. He took a few more pot shots towards her. Again, not a chance in hell they would hit, but at least she wouldn't stay right behind him.
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Stone Temple Creep Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 10:10 pm
[Interesting. I've got a character exactly like that aswell, who acts as a reaper for redemption. Patricia is kind of an interesting story. Shes not just an angel who fights evil. Perhaps I will touch base on this later, but some how, I think she'll be alright.]
Patricia's legs carried her out of harms way in just the nick of time. Her knife clearly missed it's mark, as he was firing back at her. Her reflexes were only 50% better than that of a normal human and she really didn't have many special powers. It made her formiddable foe for humans, but in the grand scheme of things, it really wasn't all that much.
Her main weapon was her rage.
She pressed her back against a broken wall of a nearby building, just far enough that a normal gun couldn't reach her with their frail bullets. She had just enough of an edge to attack if he tried to come around the corner. The dark shades that were covering her eyes blocked the truth from her. She wore them so that she couldn't see the aura of her foes through the dark lenses. Somehow or anything, they blocked them from her sight.
If she had them off, it would be clear to her that she should not cause harm to her 'foe'. Unknowing that she could be damned if she caused enough harm to him, she readied herself for self defense and possible incapacitaion. Patience was a virtue.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 11:32 pm
Patience was a virtue but it certainly wasn't going to do either one of them any good. As neither one of them wanted to budge an inch. Like two expert players in a game chess, they both waited for an opening. While he waited, he counted his ammo, What type of ammo he had, how long a supply of ration he had, how many stichs his clothes needed, and how many head sized rocks were in the area. He may have sat still, but he certainly wasn't wasting brain power. He would occasionally peek out using a periscope to see how she was doing. They were two islands of rock and debree. If one of them left, the other would have a clear shot. It was a stalemate.
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Stone Temple Creep Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 9:43 pm
Patricia breathed very slowly as she waited for his move. She was a very patient person and she could wait all day if she had to. Listening quietly, the only sound she could hear from him was his own steadied breathing. He wasn't willing to make a move either.
She slowly and quietly pulled her sword from her sheath. It came out with a very minute shing sound. It was probably too quiet for the sound to travel to him, but she heard it like a deafening roar.
Was she prepared to attack? Not quite. She held the weapon close to her stomache, hilt in one hand and blade, facing up, in her other. She slowly moved it out into the openning, angling it as she did so. One more minor twist. There he was.
She could not see him in the relfection of the blade. She had hoped it was at just an angle that he couldn't see. She could only see his shoulder, which meant, if she couldn't see his eyes, he couldn't see her's either.
"Who are you?" she shouted out, repeating his previous question, as if it hadn't just been asked a moment earlier. "State your business."
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