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Post by The Nobody on Jul 20, 2010 15:16:48 GMT -5
[GM says:]The game starts in the settlement of Charleston. It's a part of former Duncanville, Texas, which is south and a bit west of Dallas. It's a large (relatively) and prospering city, with a tightly-knit community. It was built around and between Methodist Charlton Medical Center, Dallas Executive Airport, Mountain Creek Lake and Joe Pool Lake. There is a wall, about three storeys high, surrounding all the city. It has a few gates, guarded 24/7, but the security isn't very tight. The citizens are well capable of self-defence, if need be. The airport was converted to accomodate airships, and some workshops were added. The goods from the airships and other traders are sold at the Market District, built between the Airport and the Medical Center. This district is surrounded by a wall of it's own. Mutants and mutated animals are allowed freely, unless they are obviously dangerous. In other areas, mutants get a cold welcome, but no outright hatred. A local "hive of scum and villainly" stretches along the city's south wall. It's not much of a hive, though - just a number of buildings, sometimes fortified, sometimes barely holding together - where no-one gives a sneeze who are you and where did you get the goods you are selling. Charleston has a number of operational cars, which they use to patrol the area - to ensure the safe passage for caravans. They also use a still operational power plant. They also know what a computer really is, and take good care of the few they have. The closest neighbouring settlement is Ol' Dallas, which is way smaller - it's hard to grow crops on the asphalt. It's mostly a Scavenger settlement. The story starts on the market week. Expect airships, crowds, and some items you were just looking for. Charleton provides/sells: - Doctor's gear and services; - Food, including Grain, Fruits, Fish, Pork and Poultry (not much, and diminished recently); - Crafted Items (mechanical and electrical, but not electronic) - Vehicle maintenance; - Luftgas (hydrogen); - Old Tech scavenged from Ol'Dallas (steadily diminishing). Charleton needs/buys: - Ammo and guns; - Fuel (for cars and the power plant); - Metalworking supplies; - Herbs (as raw materials) and Advanced Medicine; - Fabric and Pelts (and some beef, if you please). I can't post a good narrative description of anything yet, so just mill around for a little. Explain how your character got there, or why do they need to get out of there. Make friends or money, get into trouble and just have fun. PS: Here's the Other Forum.
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The Enemy
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Post by The Enemy on Jul 21, 2010 12:22:14 GMT -5
Memmon walked his bike through the market, just looking for some cheap food before he went out again, to scavenge. He had his shotgun over one shoulder, the winch hidden in his faux pack. All of his actual supplies were in the worn leather saddlebags of his rusted mountain bike. He wandered with a small smile on his face, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, not because of any odd color, he just wore them. I wonder how much loot is still in those towers. . . he mused idly, still walking slowly through the food area, just browsing.
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Post by Lifon on Jul 21, 2010 12:55:56 GMT -5
Gabriella meandered through the market, having just entered the sizable city of Charlestown. People were everywhere, some hawking wares, others heading swiftly to their destination with a keen sense of purpose about them. Gabriella looked at them in wonder, a smile bright on her face. She had very rarely seen so many people about, all living their own daily lives. She'd seen some people occasionally when her family went to one of the big aircraft carriers that roamed the city, or the oil rigs found in the Gulf, but it was still a treat to see so many folks at once. You didn't always get that when you sailed about on a small boat.
Gabriella walked wearing long jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, which she made sure to keep tucked in. She wore brown gloves as well. It was all an attempt to hide the strange dark stripes which went up her front and back. She was quite effective at making sure no one glimpsed them. However, she had found that there were a few mutants walking about freely in this city, without any persecution. This relieved and relaxed her, though she still decided to hide her mutation unless it became absolutely necessary to reveal it.
It had been a relatively short journey up the Trinity River to get to the city. One of her father's friends had taken her here, to give her a chance to try to make a life on the land. She had been born on the sea, and she did love it dearly, but land had a sort of beauty and mystique that had always intrigued her. Perhaps it was because of her mother's many grand stories of what it held. Gabriella had always wished to someday explore the land, and so upon coming of age she had carefully prepared and set out. Her first goal was to try to find work of some sort, for her food supply would run out in just a few days. She had fishing equipment, though. If worse came to worse, she could always go to the river for food.
A pistol was concealed under her shirt, a Taurus revolver her father had found while scavenging an old port city. It worked well, and she had some ammunition for it, though she hoped she wouldn't have to use it. Still, she knew the world wasn't always a friendly place. It was always nice to carry a weapon.
She hummed a little as she walked, looking around for someone she could approach to ask for a little assistance. She eventually found a tall, lanky fellow who was walking around with a bike. She decided to ask him. "Excuse me Sir," she said sweetly, walking up to him. "Would you know a good place where I might be able to find some employment?"
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Post by jeanetteisabelle on Jul 21, 2010 19:24:38 GMT -5
Note: I want to save any former introduction for later so that when the party finds Chihiro unconscious, they would not know who she is. Small talk is fine but no exchange of names yet. This and following posts are to give you, my fellow players, an idea of what Chihiro's life was like before losing her memory.
Chihiro (a twelve-year-old Japanese girl wearing a white sailor dress, with orange trim, and a pair of saddles) and other mutants were having tea when Kana (a young lady, wearing coveralls, a tool belt and a pair of boots) notices the traders have set up camp. "They are holding Market at the square."
Guards with dogs are standing watch to ensure the safety of the traders.
After tea, Chihiro and her friends browse through the market though Chihiro is not looking for anything in particular. She is a person of a few possessions and is happy with that. She spots something which catches her attention, a damaged music box. She turns it over. The name of the tune, "Free Bird," is printed on the bottom. She winds it up, opens the lid and hums along with the familiar tune.
Chihiro sets the music box back down, retrieves her ledger from her purse to look at her balance. Her ledger is meticulous. It includes the date of every transaction, what she earns at the animal clinic, every purchase (written in Japanese), the cost of the purchase and the remaining balance. The price of the music box is the same as her reaming balance. She puts the ledger back in her purse.
She picks up the music box and goes to one of the traders. She sets the music box down in front of her. Using hand signals known mainly to traders, she signs, "I would like to buy this."
The trader took notice and responded with hand signals. "How did you know our language?"
Chihiro continues without a spoken word. "I learned it at the library and when I was working at the Renmei Temple." She pays with the last of the coins she has, retrieves her leger and a pen, jots down the date, "Music Box" in Japanese, the cost of the item and "0" as her remaining balance. She places the music box, leger and pen in her purse. Having spent most of her life in Japan, Chihiro thanked the man with a bow.
Jeanette Isabelle
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 22, 2010 6:47:00 GMT -5
[OOC] I have spoken with our GM and received permission to sync the forums as well, since it occurred to me we would need more frequent updates, especially when the players start interacting with each other. [/OOC]
Player: SINCLAIR
It was later said that he came from the north, through the Airport Gate. The man was walking, guiding a horse by the snaffle. He was clad in a brown pullover, concealing most of his person. His face was long, with sharp cheekbones and a thick brand of black hair. He carried a strange contraption on his back, looking like a cross between a rifle and a crossbow.
The animal itself looked vaguely like a horse, or what one would expect hearing that name anyway. There were, however, several major differences between it and the pictures found in old books. It had gray skin, a short, bony tail, and muscular, although relatively thin legs with three long and two short fingers, each one ending with a short claw. The most distinctive feature was definitely a large mask covering its head. It was made from some sort of brown fabric with several metal plates attached to the front and a short hose running from where its nose should be to a cylinder of some sort, fixed by two leather straps to the animal's neck. Two green lenses covered its eyes.
On the horse sat a figure that someone would identify as a woman, if only they could see her clearly. She was wrapped in a grey longcoat with a hood that she kept up at all times. The only thing visible from under that attire was a pair of light white boots, seemingly out of place in the harsh desert that was the surrounding area. She looked around as if fearful some monster would jump out of the shadows of a side street.
The man stopped before the Golden Zeppelin inn and looked around for a while, listening to the voices of the street and those coming from the building. Judging from the sound it was rather empty. He turned to his companion, as if apologetically. She nodded and dismounted.
They entered the building, their animal secured to a metal pole outside. It was a rather large establishment, with a central room filled with tables and a row of metal doors upstairs. The man walked to the bar and stood there, silent, his companion close to him, although somewhat more relaxed than before. She didn't remove the hood though.
"What will it be?" the barman asked.
"A meal and two beds," the man said in a rough, but not unpleasant voice. He didn't like towns too much unless they happened to hold some old tech, preferring the open fields to crowded streets. He did appreciate hospitality they usually offered though. Usually.
The meal, consisting of some sort of reptile cooked on a stick and a bottle of some liquid, passed in relative silence. After they finished, the man gave a small pouch to the barman and the pair headed upstairs.
The rooms were small, though rather tidy. Inside there was a bed and a small nightstand. A second one was already assembled by the other wall. Both had a metal skeleton and a mattress, reminiscent of old hospital beds the man saw in the ruins.
The door were closed and the window checked for possible onlookers. Only then the woman put down the hood of her cloak and it became apparent why she kept it up at all times.
Her hair was white and her eyes deep red. Her pale, soft skin made her look like a fragile porcelain doll, a look which caused many to seek to exploit her. Her timid behavior definitely didn't help. She took off the cloak, revealing a pair of white feathered wings on her back, which she spread, stretching with visible relief.
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 22, 2010 6:52:07 GMT -5
Player: GUUKAN KITSUNE
Leo stood at the top of a hill overlooking Charleston, eyeing things through a pair of scavenged binoculars. He wore an odd, handmade shirt, a sort of cross between a t-shirt and a longcoat, light-tan in color, a dust-mask over his face. His short-cut sandy blond hair was stirred by a breeze. He wore dark trousers and a pack, a small rifle slung on one shoulder. A knife and small pistol were hung at his hip. At the foot of the hill, in some rubble, Lea crouched, crossbow ready. Her outfit was identical, save for the lack of sleeves and the teddybear tucked in the pack's strap, and her hair in a braid down her back. She carried a crossbow with a scope, and a quiver of bolts alongside her knife.
She watched her brother's back, constantly relaying all she saw, and rather well out of sight amongst the rubble. She pulls off her pack and looks inside, instantly communicating to her brother their lack of traveling rations. Her brother sends back that they must enter the town.
Immediately Lea blanches. She inquires of any traders outside it. Leo relays that there are none, showing her what he sees.
Lea nods. She agrees, they must enter the town. Then Leo notes that perhaps their Home is there. She slings the pack about her shoulders and crouches low. Leo is immediately shown why. A bandit is creeping up the hill among the rubble, failing to spot Lea in her concealed spot. Leo pulls down his dust mask. The man is dressed in shabby clothing and carrying a rusted pistol, looking all scruffy. He cocks the gun as he reaches the wanderer, and points it at him.
"That there rifle will make me good tradin' over yonder in Charleston, kid. Hand it over, or I'll shoot ya full o' lead!"
Leo turns around and smiles a very thin, creepy smile at him. He doesn't respond.
"I'm not kidding!" the scruffy bandit growls. "Give me the blasted gun! I will shoot you!"
Leo keeps grinning, and the man starts to shake. "Why the hack are yah smilin' like that fer! yer gonna be shot!"
Leo shakes his head. "I won't be..." he starts.
"... because you will." Lea completes, as she pulls the trigger on the crossbow she'd been aiming at the bandit at point blank range. The bolt snaps out and impacts hard between the bandit's shoulders. The scruffy bandit collapses. Leo leans down and, with some difficulty, pulls the bolt loose, communicating his distaste at how this man had stooped to robbery, and then notes the irony of his fall.
Both of them start giggling as Lea takes his gun and finds it has a full clip and a chambered round. She communicates that they now have something to trade for the supplies they needed. Leo hands the bolt back to Lea as the two of them head down the other side of the hill towards the town. And Lea passes Leo the teddy bear as she places the bolt lovingly back in its quiver.
The two of them walk up to the gates, showing their hands and faces earnestly. The watchmen stop them. One of them, the younger, walks over. "Where are your parents, kids?" He demands. Lea starts. "We do not know..." "...we have lost them." Leo finishes. The watchman blinks. Leo continues. "Last that we heard..." "...they were coming here." The two of them lie together, Leo starting and Lea finishing.
The gaurd nods. "Hurry up and find them. And if you get up to trouble we will tan your hides. Both of you!" He states, and the gate is pulled open. The twins move into the marketplace. There, they skirt the edges of the crowds, staying close together. They communicate reassurances to each other they will not be there very long. And they spot a man with a motorcycle moving through it. The two of them draw close, examining the curious device they have never seen both close-up and functional before.
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 22, 2010 6:54:53 GMT -5
Player: CCC
A pale man with a large nose wanders through the market place, keeping a careful lookout. He notices the Twins, and watches them for a few minutes. It's odd that such young people should be so clearly separated from their parents, and they're pretty heavily armed, too...
He moves quickly through the crowd and calls out to them "Pardon me. Are you by any chance looking for something, or someone?"
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 22, 2010 6:59:09 GMT -5
Player: ASTRID HOFFERSON
Her wingtips soon reached the rooms wall, it was way to small as that she could fully unfold her wings without bending her feathers on the walls. Nevertheless she did so, stretching out her wingarms.
She laid her longcoat carefully on the nightstand and finally sat down onto the bed. All this without making any noise even the rusty metal of the beds frame below her remained silent. She took off her shoes, started massaging her slender feet. Noises of people walking along the nearby floor reached her ears and she perked up. But relaxed again after they vanished.
Noises came from the outside, the window, an man was speaking out loud. She curiously stood up, and stepped towards the window in an slow fluid controlled move. She moved the curtain of the window an inch aside peeking outside she saw an man closing by fast to two children. Was he planning something dirty? Angel looked back to her longcoat, it was wrapped around her longbow. She resisted taking it and decided to watch the scene further, peeking out of the window again, calm and silent.
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Post by The Enemy on Jul 22, 2010 7:09:06 GMT -5
Memmon looked around when he heard the voice of Gabrielle, and finally turned to face her. "No Maam, I don't know where you can find work here. . . just passing through you see." he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with one hand, but smiling a little. "I just wander, scavenging what I can, and that works for me. What are you doing?" he asks, kinda hoping that she would stick around a little, as he started to fidget a little, his need for supplies forgotten for the moment.
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Post by jeanetteisabelle on Jul 22, 2010 12:05:20 GMT -5
As Chihiro and her friends continue to browse through the market, Chihiro notices the pale man with the large nose calling out to a set of twins who look to be approximately her age.
"Pardon me." He says to the twins. "Are you by any chance looking for something, or someone?"
Nemu, the tallest and oldest among Chihiro's friends, is carefully examining each of the old books. She has unremarkable looks and deceptively sleepy eyes as her mutative power is super endurance. As a librarian who works long hours, her mutative power comes in handy.
Jeanette Isabelle
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Post by Benny the Bear on Jul 22, 2010 12:57:27 GMT -5
Yura’s traders came riding into town from the south gate, before which, they had left a companion to wait outside due to his un-easiness in towns. The big old dingy green army truck of foreign origin with a box trailer full of goods in tow rolled into the market district which was bustling with people.
Having already done most of their trading for the day, they started stocking up on provisions. But, while Mirka was shopping around somewhere, Yura looked around at the people and the mutants who lived in the city, and he got enthused to call out to his brethren in an epic speech.
He leaped out onto the hood of his truck and bellowed at the unwitting passer-bys. “Tavarishi! In proportion to you could know ve it leaves in ze terrible times, I see that poor people which zey steal, hangry people which die reason zere any food, homeless which do not leave in ze cities as glorious in proportion to your and zere unlearned of tribe by which leave in the waste land and even do not know whom Pushkin! And zis why to us zey are necessary good, trustvorsy people which vork strongly and do not vorry for somesink in ze return and tugeser we will brink love and peace into ze--” His speech was abruptly interrupted with a can of spam that went bouncing off his head. “Mirka, vy you do zis?” Yura said to the girl who had been accompanying him, before stepping down off his “stage”.
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Post by Shani on Jul 22, 2010 13:01:53 GMT -5
Mirka caught the spam and put her bags of food away into the truck, turning to Yura with a smile. "Let me do this. Help me up?" Yura easily picked up the small and slender girl and assisted her onto the hood of his truck. "Hello good people of Charleston, Mirka here!" the girl shouted loud enough for the whole square of the market to hear her and waved her arms overhead in an energetic greeting. "Are you in need of a job? Looking for adventure? Want to make easy money? Well, look no further! Yura's Traders is looking for recruits – mercs, medics, mechs, mutants, whatever your talent, whatever your age, apply now! But wait, that's not the best part!" she paused here to catch her breath, adding a cute wink, "You'll get to travel, meet new people, have daily bed and breakfast – and get good pay for it too! You'll get all that if you join us now, so hurry – our offer only lasts as long as we're still here!"
She waved one more time, and hopped off the vehicle, now visibly annoyed and muttering only audibly enough for Yura to hear, and yet not directing her speech at him or anyone in particular, "Do piče, ty vole, je to kurevsky špatný... mám toho plné zuby... no, kurva to posraly!" Mirka then sighed and turned to Yura, addressing him this time. "Okay, now that we've gone through that, let me tell you: I'm not doing this again because I like it. It's a good thing your accent is as impenetrable as your skull, cause your speech would have scared off our public. So you'll just be quiet and pretend to be a nice assistant while I do my job as the announcer, like we've always been doing, got that?" Her bright persona was instantaneously shed to reveal a violent, callous, and vulgar waif of a girl – Mirka as she really was.
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 22, 2010 13:27:25 GMT -5
Player: GUUKAN KITSUNE
Leo and Lea glance at one another, then look back at the strange man and smile their creepy smiles. The whole time, they are communicating whether they should tell the truth or lie. As he's not a watchman, or doesn't seem to be armed, the venture the truth.
"We are here in town..." Leo starts. "...to trade for rations." Lea finishes. The two of them giggle, then look around nervously. The crowds are further away from this spot now, having meandered along some.
Leo and Lea look back at one another. "We have brought..." " A gun to trade." Lea and Leo respectively say. They pull out the rusty pistol they had gotten off the robber outside the town, showing it to him. "If you have what we need" "We will trade with you." Leo and Lea then add.
They turn to look at the green army truck that had pulled in, and at the people shouting about jobs. They turn to one another, and decide to avoid the truck for now, until the crowds had cleared away from it.
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Post by The Nobody on Jul 22, 2010 13:39:50 GMT -5
[OOC] I have spoken with our GM and received permission to sync the forums as well, since it occurred to me we would need more frequent updates, especially when the players start interacting with each other. [/OOC] Confirmed. Thanks for the good job! Sorry, I will pay little attention to the RP for the rest of the week. But expect a post on the weekend.
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Lifon
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Post by Lifon on Jul 22, 2010 13:45:12 GMT -5
Gabriella turned for a second, listening to the announcement of a company called "Yura's Traders." It appeared, if she wanted, she could get a job there. It sounded like a very good deal... She was looking for both a job and adventure, after all. And traders were generally very respected... They also accepted mutants. She turned back to Memmon after a second. "Oh, I just got in from the Gulf. I'm a Sailor, but I came to the land to search for, y'know, a job and some adventure. I haven't been on the land much at all, except the occasional port city, so I decided to check it out," she responded cheerily, smiling brightly. "Hmm... I wonder if I could get a job with those trading people... What's your name, if I might ask Sir?"
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