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Post by The Nobody on Jul 24, 2010 12:06:29 GMT -5
By that you mean the calender in the story may not be the same as our calender? Jeanette Isabelle Yes... Due to there being no official calendar people have fallen upon the use of many different systems. Big cities still use the old calendar from before the Happening, though the exact date may vary due to people forgetting to adjust a few days, forgetting about the irregular year or just starting from when they felt the right date was. Also those with access to a working computer might use its internal clock. Those of course are not very accurate over a long period, especially in the event the battery goes dead for a few days, and usually differ significantly. Many tribes that formed have created lunar or solar calendars, with exact dates being less important than the passage of seasons. Others yet use the new system, having picked the starting date, the day a settlement was created for example. Inconsistencies are nothing unusual and nobody really gives it a second thought on a daily basis. And yes... I have noticed some have come through the South Gate and others though the East Gate. Is this story taking place in two locations? Jeanette Isabelle No matter from which side you enter a city if your destination is still the same market district And yes. By the way, ladies and gentlemen: endlessdreamsrp.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=ac&action=display&thread=655Your posts here won't be as apparent, but I will address them anyway. Besides, it's the thread for exactly this kind of questions.
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Post by The Nobody on Jul 24, 2010 15:21:35 GMT -5
"Sheriff? Come in, Sheriff, this is Bill Chaffer, from the market sector."
- I read you, Bill. What's it? Not more drunk fights, I hope?
"Not this time. There are some nuts here, call themselves Yura's Traders. Recuiting all sorts of people for an 'Adventure'."
- What kind of adventure?
"Just some adventure. That's what they say. Suppose we could give them some?"
- Yep, s'pose we could. Thanks, Bill. Contact them and ask - but politely - when they could meet me. The best'd be this evening. Sheriff out.
"Roger and out."
Sheriff stroked his mustache and harumphed. This was unpreceded. This could be used. The man turned on his radio again.
- Sally? Is Major busy?
"No, sir. I'll get him for you in a moment."
- Thanks.
A short time later there was another voice in the speaker.
"Hello, Webley. I was about to call you myself. Cattle caravan was ambushed again. They say either we patrol the area better, or they stop comin'."
- Hi there, Dave. I have something that just ought to solve the problem. I need you to tell me how much can the city invest and give me a green light to improvise.
"Now hold on, whad'ya mean, 'how much can the city invest'? And your 'improvise' sounds mighty suspicious."
- Oh, I won't do anything but talking this time. There are some traders here, recruiting people to get 'adventuring'. So I s'pose we could tell them where the adventure's aplenty.
"Hirin' cut-throats to deal with cut-throats? We aint that desperate, Web."
- Not cut-throats, old man. They're traders. Most likely Scavengers, maybe some Mercs too. We just need to show them where's their profit in it and throw in some bonuses to cover the risks. Mutual benefit, Dave, 'coz they can help us with mu-uch more then just bandits.
"Oh... O-oh, I see now... You're talkin' of that Cog Shrine?"
- Yup.
"How soon can you get here? We need to discuss this in person."
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 24, 2010 16:58:40 GMT -5
"I'm going to the market." the man said. Opening the door he felt a tiny hand grasping his. Turning his head around he saw a pair of curious red eyes looking at him, accompanied by a shy smile.
"You want go as well?"
She nodded slightly, as if not completely sure.
The man smiled and let go of the door. Angel grabbed her cape and wrapped it around her shoulders. They exited the room, closing and locking the door behind them, and went downstairs. The man walked to his horse and stroked his neck. He noted two prints near its hind legs. Apparently someone tried to grab the bags.
The man unfastened one of the saddlebags and held it over his shoulder by the strap.
They walked down the street, heading south. Angel, still holding fast to his hand, looked around curiously. They were keeping to the line of buildings so that they could quickly disappear if the crowd got too thick. Or aggressive.
Angel's eyes sparkled as she moved her gaze from the barber shop to the blacksmith to apples.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she smiled widely and tugged on the man's sleave, pointing at a stand. He looked and smiled. He got used to the fact that when they entered a town he would end up buying at least some. He approached as Angel was busy looking in wonder. Not that he minded much. Her picks were quite enjoyable.
"I wanna read this one," she stated, showing him a book with a strange-looking ship on a black background on the cover. It was old and worn down, with several strangely colored strains. Some of the pages were ripped out as well. The title read Elsewhen, Elsewhere.
"That would be five caps," the trader said helpfully.
"There are pages missing. Three."
"Ah, make me a better offer." the merchant waved his hand.
"How about four then?"
"Sold."
As they left, he could hear the merchant remark "Another satisfied customer."
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The Enemy
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Post by The Enemy on Jul 24, 2010 20:10:31 GMT -5
Memmon looked at the mutant who had walked onto the stage, and started to think of what he needed to say. "So, we join them but reserve the right to leave at any time, right Gabrielle?" Memmon asked, a small smile on his face.
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Lifon
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Post by Lifon on Jul 24, 2010 20:13:12 GMT -5
Gabriella nodded, looking over at where the crowd was by the traders. "That sounds good to me," she said, still smiling. She heard people listing off skills and credentials for the trip. "Hmm..." She wondered if she should tell them about her mutation. She figured she probably should if they ended up traveling together for an extended period of time.
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The Enemy
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Post by The Enemy on Jul 24, 2010 20:23:51 GMT -5
"Then lets go and join this merry band." Memmon chuckled, and started to head towards the stage with Gabrielle, but he wasn't planning on telling his mutation just yet. It would probably mean he would get sent into firefights, and he didn't want to take that sort of risk if he didn't have to.
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Post by Vap on Jul 24, 2010 20:31:20 GMT -5
"Tch, volunteer nothin'. I don't work for free, pal." Kawako eyes Yura from beneath the brim of her hat, ready to turn away until Mirka stepped in to correct the man. "I understand him fine, girly. Let's just hope he really meant recruit, as you say, hm?" She moves a hand out to grasp Yura's hand with a tight grip, something inside the tips of the gloves pressing sharply at the skin, though luckily not enough to pierce anything. The same was given to Mirka before the woman's hat it pushed up, showing them the deep mahogany eyes surrounded by a colorful band of orange/amber. "Name's Kawako. Kaw for short if yah want. Yah don't need to worry 'bout where I'm from." Her haul of vultures is dropped onto the stage lightly as well as the dirtied black backpack that'd been hiding under a wing. "I'm itchin' for adventure, and money of course, so that's why I'm up here. Can also start right now if yah need me. I can offer you sniping, hunting, bit of mechanics, and I can fly up high to scout out areas." Her wings fan out to the sides in display, showing the two, and anyone else near the stage, the surprising length of them.
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Lifon
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Post by Lifon on Jul 24, 2010 20:32:27 GMT -5
Gabriella headed for the stage, following Memmon. She was a little nervous about the idea of going on such a new, big adventure like the ones the recruiter advertised, but then again it was exactly what she had been hoping to find on land. Memmon seemed quite nice as well, she was glad she had found a good traveling partner so quickly. Being lonely was much more boring.
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Post by jeanetteisabelle on Jul 24, 2010 23:13:50 GMT -5
As Nemu continues going through the books, she hears Reid waxing poetics. She turns around and sees a gentleman about her age with thick red hair and a complexion to match. "Oh, are you a poet?" She asks with a soft-spoken voice.
Reid sees a tall woman about age twenty (give or take). She has soft features and deceptively sleepy eyes which hide her super endurance.
Jeanette Isabelle
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 25, 2010 10:06:32 GMT -5
Player: ASTRID HOFFERSON
Angel and Fox remained near another stand, Fox was apparently interested in something small. Angel didn't minded and started checking her new book quite relaxed since the stand was empty beside her, Fox and of course the trader.
It was the very moment she put the book into one of her pockets when she spotted large feathered wings near an truck a bit away. Her blood red irised eyes watched Kawako curiously from the distance. This girl there had wings and even featehrs on her head. And not afraid to show it.
Angel put the hood of her grey coat down to get an better view. Revealing her face and white hairs. Her own large wings itched under the coat at the thought of spreading them like that in an open windy field. it was long ago since she actually did that. Which almost ended in her being shot. She was very lucky to have escaped the strangers at that time. Very lucky indeed.
*BLAM* In the very far distance on an tall building an window broke. Angel perked up. Red blood was hurled right away from her. The intense recoil slammed her down to the ground straight. Laying on the back and her eyes pressed shuther wings emerged out from below her cloat and spread far out of shock. Her right hand rested on her left shoulder, her shirt below it started to colour itself deep red. She held her breath. The wound stinging intensely.
*Blam - pling* Her eyes opened up. Fox was standing right atop her and somehow, managed to deflect an second shot aimed at her from teh extreme distance with an piece of metal. Her face rolled to the side. She groaned loud, moaned.
Saj.
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 25, 2010 11:18:17 GMT -5
Fox had Betsy in his hand the moment he heard the first shot. He grabbed a large black axe on a pole the blacksmith had rested by his booth, interposing himself between Angel and the gunner. Instinctively, he jerked it to the side, deflecting the second bullet before he even was aware of the shot.
Betsy sprung up, loading the bolt with a satisfying *kechunk*. She rested by his eye, waiting.
"Old friend," Fox said softly, almost inaudibly. "Lend me your might to punish those who would rise a hand against her." He pulled the trigger.
Betsy groaned, releasing the spring, which smacked into the end of the bolt, setting it off. The pressure buildup pushed against the needle, both boosting its speed and releasing a bowstring which proppeled the quarrel. The resultant bang was deafening. Two pistons popped out on the sides of the barrel, releasing excess gas, before being retracted by springs. Despite the noise he could still hear a yelp of pain coming from the top floor. All of this lasted no more than a second.
"Thank you, Betsy."
Satisfied, Fox carefully laid the gun on the ground next to the bardiche he picked up earlier, and attending to the girl's shoulder. Taking out a knife, he slowly and carefully sliced the fabric, revealing her pale skin colored intensely red. Onlookers already started to gather around them when he took out some herbs from his pocket, chewing them for a while, before applying to the wound.
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Post by Jessito on Jul 25, 2010 12:41:44 GMT -5
Edwin approached the market district, lead by the slowly-increasing crowd forming around the makeshift stage his friends had set up for their public announcement. The overwhelming amount of people had him feeling slightly edgy. This many wastelanders in one location was sure to brew some sort of trouble.
Surely enough, as Edwin reached the outside of the mob gathered around the massive Ural, a gunshot went off somewhere closeby, turning heads and arousing a great commotion from onlookers. Edwin took this opportunity to rudely shove his way through the crowd, most of whom took only a briefly annoyed glance at Edwin before looking back to whoever had been hit.
As Mirka, Yura and another visibly different individual came into view and even larger weapon was fired, causing his ears to ring almost painfully. "Feh' fack sakes...," he muttered to himself loudly, his voice coming out of the rebreather in altered drone, much different and deeper than his actual voice. He made a quick wave gesture as he met up with his companions, skipping his introduction to the new member until things had quieted down a bit.
Edwin walked around to the side of the truck and leaned back against it, sliding his rifle off of his shoulder and down onto the ground next to him. He had not noticed Kawako's mutation yet, being slightly distracted and in a bad mood.
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Post by The Nobody on Jul 25, 2010 15:37:04 GMT -5
- Vampire! Curs-sed undead! I would've got her, I would've, if not for that... That heretic! Caos-tainted heretic! - The man struggled with the guard that restrained him. This made bandaging his wound (and extracting a quarrel stuck in the arm) much more difficult. The guard was annoyed.
- Oh, shut up now...
- HERETICS! This city is ALL full of heretics! CHAOS TAKE YOU ALL, MU-
*Bonk*
A hard wooden stick applied to the head silenced the self-proclaimed purist.
- Don't blaspheme. - Warned a voice from behind.
- Who the he... Oh. Father. - The guard almost lost it, but restrained himself, seeing the priest.
- So, my son, why don't you tell me what's this all about while I bandage this lost sheep?
The old man was already kneeling by the wounded man's side. The guard sighed and started helping.
- You see, Father...
- Sebastian.
- ... Father Sebastian, there was this girl walking around, with a hood on her face. Mutant, obviously. She put it down, and so it happened that this son of a...
- Ah-hem.
- Sorry, this, uh, fool took a look outside. As he had a gun at his side and lots of booze inside, he started shooting.
- By the way he smells, I'm surprised he could aim at all.
- Yeah. The girl had a guardian, and he shot back. As you see. I wish he hit the tongue, because this... Trash... Yelling around about "red eyes of doom" and unsulting all mutes in sight is just what we need for a riot.
Indeed, the sound of the crowd got heavier, uneasy. It was apparent that another incident could well set it off.
- I see, - Said the priest. - Take care of this poor man. I will take care of the crowd.
Padre Sebastian tied up the last bandage. He stood up, took a good look of the quarrel that he removed from the wound and scanned the area. There was a dried foods vendor nearby. A row of salted carps hung from a line by their tails. The old man walked to the booth and stood in front of it, just in the middle of the street. The people began to gather, some of them gaping, some of them just blocked by the voluminous priest. He took off his cross, thrust it into the ground vertically and pointed at the carps.
- How much is the fish? - He asked, sternly and loudly.
Confused, the trader didn't reply. The crowd started to pay attention.
Suddenly, padre drummed a pair of coffe cans that hung from his belt in a rapid rhythm.
The chase - he sung - is better then the catch
Still drumming the coffee cans with one hand, he fixed some weird trumpet-thing at his shoulder and used the quarrel to operate the small ksylophone that also hung from his belt.
Transforming the tunes We need your support! If you've got the breath back, It's the first page of the second chapter!
Padre stomped the ground a few times singing that.
I want you back, for the rhythm-attack, coming down on the floor like a maniac. I want you back, for the rhythm-attack. GET DOWN - in full effect! I want you back, for the rhythm-attack, coming down on the floor like a maniac. I want you back, so clean up the dish. By the way,
On the last line the priest walked close to the food vendor, and practically jelled in his face:
How much is the fish?!!
Sebastian shook the bunch of metal disks fixed at his belt. They jingled as he turned around and addressed the crowd.
How much is the fish?!!
As he blew into his weird trumpet-thing, it gave out a metallic whistling sound.
Here we go, here we go, here we go again!!!
Padre waved his hands at the crowd and got to work on his instruments again.
YEEAH!!!
Little by little, the people started dancing along.
Sunshine in the air!!!
The sun decided to cast a ray just at the moment the priest lifted his hands up. As he played more and more energetically, the crowd got into the song.
No breaking the rules! Don't be so obscene! You don't really need this, The chase is better than the catch!
Slightly deviating from the Canonic Text, padre conveyed a message about the incident with the sniper.
I want you back, for the rhythm-attack, coming down on the floor like a maniac. I want you back, for the rhythm-attack. GET DOWN - in full effect! I want you back, for the rhythm-attack, coming down on the floor like a maniac. I want you back, so clean up the dish... By the way,
The lyrics were almost unintelligible in the noise of the crowd.
How much is the fish?!!
The crowd picked up on the second line:
How much is the fish?!!
By this time padre was dancing quite enthusiastically, stroking his ksylo, punching the coffeecan-drums, blowing the "trumpet". The metal bits jingled madly.
Yeeehaah!!!
Sunshine in the air!!!
C'mon!!!
The crowd was extatic, forgetting all the commotion from a few minutes before.
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na .. Everybody!! Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na .. C'mon!! Together!!
Yeeaaah!!!
While dancing, padre moved in the direction of a small "square", created by an intersection of the rows. The crowd followed, getting larger.
How much is the fish?!!
How much is the fish?!!
Yeeaaah!!!
C'mon, c'mon!! Aaaah!
Resurrection!
With that, padre stopped. The crowd soon calmed down, too. He bowed as the people clapped and went to retrieve his cross.
[GM says:] Padre is using his Empathy to put the crowd under control. Everyone in that area is feeling Emotion: Joy as soon as they hear the lyrics. Sorry if it's too "showy" for a first entrance... I couldn't find a calmer song...
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Post by Gorthank on Jul 26, 2010 2:58:54 GMT -5
Player: GUUKAN KITSUNE
At the sound of gunshots, Leo and Lea throw themselves flat, Leo unslinging his rifle and Lea unslinging her crossbow and swiftly loading it. They lay on the ground back to back, checking over the 180 degrees of vision each of them individually share, and communicatingly scanning each other's sight for the full 360 view. But as the song finishes, they get back up. Leo lowers his rifle, nervously so, and Lea removes the bolt from the crossbow, leaving it cocked and ready as she slings it.
The two of them glance back and forth before spotting the injured winged girl. Lea hurries over and begins digging into her backpack for bandages while Leo, cautiously, watches the surrounding crowd with his rifle lowered, but ready to use.
"Lucky, lucky, you are..." Lea hisses as she begins to carefully wrap the herbs into place. "...that the wound was not much lower. If the wound had been lower..." "...you would have died." The two of them giggle in a very uncalming way. And of course, the commotion had caused them to forget their trade in progress.
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Post by markward on Jul 26, 2010 3:14:04 GMT -5
A lone traveler walks quietly into town, His body dressed in a camouflage uniform, and over it a cloak that wrapped around his shoulders the hood was pulled over his head to keep the sun out of his eyes and a cloth that wrapped around his mouth and nose to keep out the dust. The cloak also provided cover for the Assault rifle that he carried, and woke up with. The only visible weapons were the tomahawks given to him by the tribal elders as a gift before he parted ways with them.
So far his journey Aimed him towards the nearest settlement, he knew he would need supplies, and currency if he wanted to get anywhere in the world. Entering the city he showed his face to the officers and stating his business was to find work and buy items at the nearest market. The lone man walked down the main street in the market place before hearing.
"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!"
That got Nathaniel’s attention as he looked at the pair that was giving a speech. He didn’t know the woman, but the man… Nathaniel cringed as a memory enter his mind a fragment, he could barley make out the face, but the man who was reaching out with an arm to another person was someone he recognized. Nathaniel pulled the hood behind his back and took the cloth off, exposing his face as he approached the two.
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