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 Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 7:44 pm
OOG: if u dont say something related to the story mark OOG: before it like i did, and if you say something related to the story mark it IG: before it. and this is just a story of wat happened after the water war. oh and also if ur coming in say how ur coming in.
IG: after the war in the barton army guild kaiser was drinking some mountain dew when general leon walks in and rants about how kaiser called for a huge bomb when he shouldnt have. then kaiser remembers leon did nothing in the war so he stabs leon in the chest.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:05 pm
After the Gaian Water War, Chang decided to retire from actively killing and settled for random killing of muggers and the like after his close call with the nuclear strike at D-Day. However, in order to make ends meet and put bread on the table, he joined a trading firm and became a modest stock broker, bringing in 5 to 1000g a day.
He did not forget his friends in the military, though, and donated at least half of all of his earnings to the Barton Army Guild. Since the end of the war which has not exactly happened yet, he has had no children and never been married.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:31 pm
((I always used double-parenthesis to indicate OOG/OOC comments.
So... uh... killing random people for fun are we? eek ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:39 pm
After the Gaian Water War, Prawl left, not to be seen by the public for a very long time. He returned to his home-base, at the Barton Military Devision.
After news reached him of the attempted assassination of Leon, which apparently ended with Leon slamming some guy named "Kaiser" through a window after he stabbed his armor. Prawl had decided that it was time to come out from hiding, as the leader of Leon's personal assault team, he made it his goal to protect Leon from then on.
He died four months later, saving Leon... here's the story of how that happened.
It was a rainy night in the chat bar in the middle of Barton square, Leon and Prawl sat side by side, waiting. They both knew what was coming for them, well for Leon, but despite his orders to leave him there, Prawl had refused to abandon his commander.
Lightning flashed outside of the bar, there were the clear silhouettes of people standing right outside of the window, it was the rest of the team, the few that remained loyal. Loyal enough to die for it...
The sounds of many people marching could be heard in the distance, it was disorganized and rather n00bish, it was obvious that the feet were not all falling at the same time. Terror gripped at Prawl's lungs like lemonade on a hot summer day, but not in the good way. It was Moira's army.
Moira had retreated after being taken out by the soldiers of Barton, and with her she took all of the Durems, she brainwashed them and was now after the other NPC's. She had already taken out Liam, Ian, and Gambino himself! Her army seemed limitless, and now Barton was about to make it's last stand against the evil of Durem.
Since guns did not exist on Gaia, the zombified army of Durem was using Katana's, Gwees, and other assorted weapons in order to fight, Prawl himself carried a katana, and a plasma sword.
The marching grew louder and louder, and shouts and screams could be heard from a distance, it couldn't be too long before they penetrated the defenses. The main goal was to protect Leon, but there was nothing that seemed able to stop Moira's army.
A large explosion sound followed the the crumbling of stone signified the falling of the outer defenses. The marching turned into running, almost like thunder. "Damn." Prawl said to Leon, who looked pale as a ghost, "It's like it's the entire chatterbox is up against us!" he said with a grin, "And not one person from the chatterbox could ever out role play me."
Leon smiled, for the first time in days, "You shouldn't be here." he responded, "There's a good chance we're all going to die."
"Then let them come..."
END POST 1
I'll add more later.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 8:55 pm
Pretty good RP Prawl, in fact, this makes me think of a certain WWII movie that I can parody and replicate using Gaian Water War terminology. Can you guess what movie?
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:39 pm
Syera slipped into her home, pulled off her dripping clothes, put on a dry set, and flumfed down into her chair.
As she sat, she tried to sort out her thoughts.
She'd had more pumps than just about anyone she knew, and that lead to a somewhat irritating feeling - that she'd been the one carrying the entire Barton team on her shoulders. Yet, at the same time, she knew it wasn't their faults. They had other obligations.
They had done their best, and that was what counted.
But some small and very selfish part of her felt abandoned anyway.
"They did the best they could..." she told herself. "Besides... it's over now anyway."
And she had other fish to fry...
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 9:09 am
After having to depart for four days straight, Sephiroth excitedly made his way to the battlefield to support his friends once again in the fight against Durem - his former alliance. However, upon arrival, he found much to his dismay that the war was already over. Most of his new friends were nowhere to be found, and there was nothing more he could do.
Looking at the soaking wet and battle-worn wooden scoreboard (in shambles now, thanks to Durem water balloons, no doubt), he saw much to his sorrow that Durem had indeed come in first place, and Barton was only in third...
"Why?" he thought. "After they all worked so hard..."
Durem didn't deserve this victory.
Fully believing that he could have made more of a difference had he put forth more effort, he hung his head in shame over the waterlogged battlefield and trudged home.
"If only more people had responded to my calls of duty..." he reflected bitterly. Out of the dozens of recruit messages he had sent out, only a very small percentage of them had actually been read by their respective addressees. Furthermore, most of the people that DID bother to read them didn't bother to show up.
"I fought for what I believed in..." He mumbled as he opened the door to his home. "...And that's all that matters."
He walked in, dodged an attack from the man-eating plant next to his doorway (for the purpose of repelling intruders) and flopped down onto his fluffy black bed, disappointed that he didn't have to dry off first.
It was when he rested his head on his down-filled pillow that he realized that he forgot to check his mailbox.
He got up again, made his way across the black carpeting on the floor, raised his arm to block yet another attack from the man-eating plant, opened the door, and walked outside.
He opened his mailbox to find it overloaded with junk mail. Bids that he won, a few random notes from admirers ("Damn my notoriety..."), a letter from his beloved ("No, CERTAINLY not junk..."), which he tucked under one of the leather straps across his chest, right over his heart. He would read that later.
"Wait a moment.... A guild invitation...?"
He picked up another envelope, buried in the bottom of his mailbox, tore it open, and began to read.
"An invitation to join The Barton Army... Hmmmmmm...."
Reflecting about the friends he had made during the war filled him with pride and happiness. Perhaps he could not make enough of a difference to help Barton earn a victory, but he made enough of a difference to earn the respect of his friends. For the first time in a long time, he felt a little less useless, and a lot more like he belonged somewhere...
He made note of the address of the guild, printed on the letter. "Hmmm... Well... I suppose then they might be happy to see me..."
He tucked the envelope in his pocket, and made his way again to Barton.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:05 am
OOG: (o_o Man you guys just drop dead. We should have a funeral.)
IG: Vinstepula, the commander, was glad that the war was over. Her arms ached from pumping too much. She was tired and cold from all the drenching. All she wanted to do was go home to rest, but, she couldn't do that yet, she had to make the guild.
Vin dragged herself to the Gaia Guild Registry. Leon watched her as she entered the building. Paper were spewing out of the bookcase and laid scattered on the floor. Vin carefully walked over to Leon.
"Jealous of my armor, are you?" He said to me.
"Uh....what?" Vin replied. Leon must have gotten hit by one too many balloons, she thought. "Never mind that. I want to make a Barton Army Guild."
"That will cost 20,000 gold. You have to fill out those forums." Leon handed Vin a simple form.
After she filled it out and got the guild started, she took a quick peak into her guild building. It was empty, plain, and boring. Vin smiled to herself and thought, Well, it looks bad now, after a little work. It should look great.
Vin got ready for the guild members. She grabbed plenty of envelopes, smoothed some paper out on the Guild Captain's desk and wrote out the invites for the heroes that contribute to the war. Ones who fought hard, fought valiantly, and who laughed so hard they peed their pants.
After sending out the invites, she got up, turned off all the lights and walked out.
As Vin walked home, the silvery moon light splashed down on the walkway lighting the way. She tensed as she could sense that she was not alone. Someone was following her. Their scent wavered through the air; It was disgusting.
"Halt." Vin said. "Whoever you are. I know you are there. Don't make me go kung-fu fighter on your butt!"
As if all heck broke lose, a loud growling sound came from the bushes. The bushed shook and trembled. The moon light created terrifying shadows from the bush. Whatever was in there, it was not going to be pretty.
Vin froze, what was going to happen. She thought for a second that she should just run, but a warrior never runs. The bushes shook again, drawing Vin away from her thoughts.
Out from a bush emerged a great, huge, tiny, cute, and hungry bunny.
"I am so losing my mind." Vin sighed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:10 am
After her clothes dried out (and after getting complaints from her sister that her Daisy Dukes were too creepy), Syera changed back into her other outfit and stepped outside.
Then she began to think.
Sephiroth was back, and that was kind of nice. He was a fun guy to have around, right up there with Commander Squishy. Too bad he didn't appear until the event was over...
Hm... well, that was convenient, wasn't it? A thunder storm just happened to force him to leave, and it just so happened that he didn't get back until almost the precise hour that the event was over...
Nah, couldn't be anything. It wasn't like he had anything to gain. Or maybe... maybe someone had been keeping him locked up until the event was over to prevent him from doing any further damage to Durem. A Duremite conspiracy? There had been many Duremite turncoats... why Sephiroth in particular? What were they afraid he would do? Could it be related to the dormant Jenova cells in his body? Were they afraid Jenova would side with Barton? Who would be stupid enough to think Jenova would side with Barton?
Or... wait... maybe they feared Jenova would contaminate the water launchers with Jenova cells, infecting thousands upon thousands of Gaians with the Jenova virus, and had decided to keep Sephiroth quietly tucked away until the threat was over.
Of course, it was all speculation...
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:33 am
After the war and countless dead bodies, Jason mind was scarred with these images of death and suffering. He did his best to forget but it wasn't easy, after all how COULD you forget that? It either sticks with you and keeps you happy, or haunts you and drives you insane...He wasn't dead nor insane, not yet...He awoke to and sunny morning, which quickly cheered him up. As he checked his mail he wondered who would've given him an invitation to a guild. He could of sworn that this was recruitment, but he had nevertheless made some friends during the war. He walked to the train and took it to Barton. But one thing was sure, he hoped to hell he wasn't going back in.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:42 am
"Vinstepula??" The Mako in his glowing eyes made it easy for him to recognize her facial features in the darkness. He ran up to her, and gave her possibly the biggest hug she had ever recieved in her life.
...And then he noticed the bunny. He promptly squealed, pulled a cookie from his pocket (apricot-nut, baked to perfection by him), and began to pet the bunny's head while chattering to it in Latin.
"Is this your rabbit?" He asked Vin with his eyes wide.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:52 am
As he arrived in barton he leon,"Hey where's the Barton Army guild?" He pointed me in the right direction and I went. As he was walking down a street he couldn't help but notice two people. One of which was oddly familiar. Then it hit him: it's Vin! "Hey hi!" he called as he walked over to greet the two. He recognized the other from the end of the war. He was a good person. " aww hey look at the cute little bunny..." It bit him, "OW!" He still petted it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 10:53 am
After awhile, Syera approached a familiar figure - Vin - who was standing near another familiar figure - Sephiroth. Sephiroth seemed to be babbling in a familiar language.
"Are you talking in Ancient?" she asked with a yawn.
((Note: In Stargate SG-1/SGA, Ancient is a language that is supposedly the ancestor of Latin. To add further funniness, an alien race in SGA looks remarkably like a bunch of Sephiroths.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 11:02 am
"Ohhhh.... Hold still..."
Sephiroth performed a basic Cure spell on Jason's finger, restoring it to it's previous condition, and nullifying any remaining pain.
"Just be careful. ^^ It's very hungry, and I just fed it cookies, so it's eager for more food."
Just then, he noticed Syera.
"Syera!! You're here, too??" Completely abandoning the rabbit, he walked over and gave her just as big a hug as he gave Vin.
"No.... My whole Planet speaks Latin, with the exception of Wutai. They speak what you here call Greek. ^^ The Ancients, otherwise known as the Cetra, spoke in a language that was very similar to English, except more formal. ^^ This is why all the spell names are in English rather than in Latin, and before I learned modern English, I had no idea what "fire", "bolt", or "earth" meant... Back at my Planet, no one speaks English, and the only reason that I do is because my beloved speaks English...."
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 11:08 am
Syera blinked in surprise as Sephiroth gave her a hug, blushing a bit as well.
"Ah, I see," she said as soon as she regained her bearings. "Hey, if the Wutai speak Greek, why does the name of their country sound Japanese?" She paused. "Sorry... it's great to see you, too. I was worried - I thought maybe your area had lost power or something."
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