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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 11:38 pm
Setting Description The Dustbowl Tavern, one of the more popular hangouts along the border. It's a place where tired soldiers can knock back drinks, but at the same time, it's a place where they have to watch themselves. This is the border after all, and the rough sort that the GNG is out here to defend against might just walk through those swinging double doors at any time. This is a free for all RP. By that I mean that there is no posting order, there is no Antagonism System ruling. You guys control the outcome 100%. Characters marked NPC are there for you to use however you like. Just keep in mind that these guys are the original reason tanks and mecha became necessary for the Gaian Army. I'll put in ()'s a really rough description of their powers when I can. Do not wait for me to post for the NPCs. I won't be posting for them.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 11:43 pm
NPC: Bursting in through the doors, a man with tribal tattoos crawling up along the sides of his bare chest walks in. His hair is literally flaming, and his eyes are hard and intense. A single black bat wing sprouts out of the center of his back. He glares at the bartender, and shouts, "I'M GUNNA PWN U IF U DUN GIVE MEH TEH MONIES NOW!"
(Powerlist: Skin is hot as molten lava to the touch, he can melt bullets the moment they touch his skin. He can also breathe fire exactly like a dragon.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 1:56 am
A cloaked gentleman sitting nearby watches as the blazing brute enters the tavern. His hand instinctively clasps his sheath. What am I doing? He gently lays his blade back down. I'm in no condition to fight.
Unfortunately, his actions did not go unnoticed, as the brute sharply turns his head and ferociously snarls at him. "WHAT A PUNY SWORD, YOU PEASANT!"
The beast forcefully lunges for it like a bully. Swiftly getting out of the way, the cloaked man gets braised by the burning arm of the brute. The intense heat seared his cloak revealing a familiar face underneath.
Shaggily dressed in a uniform and heavily bandaged, he stood exhaling repeatedly. Another brush like that and I’m done for...
"WHAT A SURPRISE! A MILITARY DOG!" The beast grunted in pleasure as he charged towards the injured soldier.
What have I gotten myself into? I gotta get him away from here! He hops out the window and dashes down the hillside. His escape only added fuel to the monster's anger. A loud roar could be heard as the enraged beast blasts a hole through the tavern entrance to pursue his prey.
The creek! He remembers (from his journey) as he flees through the woods. I'll take him there...
OOC:
Boy, am I rusty after staring at code and pixels for a couple of years. Thought I could say "Hi" in some creative way. (For those who remember me at least.)
Life has put me on another path and it has opened some extra time for me to revisit some old places. Though it took some thought and lurking before I posted; I hope it's appropriate for this thread. smile
My sudden appearance will probably come as a surprise and I may have some explaining to do, but I shouldn't be boring you so soon.
However, I'm not back to reclaim any leadership or anything. I'm just happy to see that the spirit of the original Gaian Army has endured till these days and has broadened its organization. Something I dreamt about back then.
It's also nice to see that my banner is still serving its use. 3nodding
Heh. It's kind of funny how I was planning a RP with a fire demon back then before I went MIA and then I stumble onto this little thread. So thank you as well, Ai Leen.
You've all made this ex-General proud.
I hope to make more frequent stops in the future and repent for my absence by helping out around here if I can. (That is if you all will accept.)
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 10:44 pm
~a relic from the past enters. Coughs then looks around him~ Dead.. I cant believe it.. Dead. ~sighs~ The once great Gaian Army.. Tippman, Infinity, Gold, Hikaru, Mei, Arwen. Where have you guys gone to? ~slams a fist down on the counter~ The days of the GMT.. God how I miss them.
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