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Post by Spectral on Feb 26, 2007 22:32:49 GMT -5
Alright. Here we go..the Modern RP I was talking about in the RP Discussion area...
Power Level: High-Tier Medium and below Timeline: Modern
Tigerwolf, Mark, Tristan, Vincent, Terry, White Shinobi, and Scar's character are all entered...I'll allow people to enter into the RP after it begins...but you'll have to ask me first.
So...here's the set-up:
It's mid-morning in the city. Last night, the skies were ablaze with a strange green light. Reports of four meteorite impacts throughout the city are all across the news but there are no signs of them any where on the ground. In apparently unrelated news, there were three murdered people found in the early morning. In the world of mercenaries, bounty hunters, and the like...several large rewards are being offered to anyone that can obtain a mysterious item by the name of the "Arobaros Band"...a mystical object that is said to grant those that hold it a terrible power. Rumors fly that it came into the city the previous night, and has been seen with a strange young homeless man. Also, two powerful forces have begun to move...their purposes unknown and unseen by the residents of the city. Nights had already been dangerous...but since the lights...more danger has come out of the darkness.
(Alright...start just about anywhere you want in the city. Public places or in contact with the merc/bounty hunting world would be the best spots...)
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Feb 26, 2007 22:45:13 GMT -5
The Morning was anything but quiet, whispers of what's to come all the way to people on the street protesting the end of the world seemed to be the reaction of people to what had occured, at least, that's how it was in Mark's neighborhood. He had a lot to do, rewards of all kinds were flying abound. Solve the murders, find the meteors, and recently he heard word of a strange item some underground dealers wanted. In fact, he was lucky enough to get an oppointment with one. Early bird gets the worm they say, hopefully he was the earliest. There was a ton to do, and the opportunity for treasure was boundless, what a day. Mark pulled up to a quiet looking resturaunt, he was told there might be someone who would meet with him inside to talk about the details, the buyer wanted some item, some kind of armband, for unknown reasons. He got out of his car, and stepped into the resturaunt, to see if there was anyone around...
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Post by EJP on Feb 26, 2007 23:28:52 GMT -5
Tigerwolf was already in the city on other business and was about to leave his hotel room when he got an E-mail for a hit worth five times as much as his last job. The E-mail gave him little details other than his target was a young homeless man with a magical item and he was wanted dead and the item was the most important part of the deal. If he accepted, some form of contact would get to him with more information, but would have to wait for another E-mail before he would get a metting place or the information. He agreed to the job and replyed to the E-mail stating that he would take the job.
Elsewhere, White Shinbi was getting dressed in her hotel room. She had heard a rumor about Tigerwolf being in the city and decided to go to the city to look for him. The Jet lag seem to take a toll on her and decided to call it a quits before the night was over. But she heard a new rumor, one about two powerful forces looking for some magical item which someone had and someone was most likely to be killed over. Some one was in need of protection and their was a chance Tigerwolf just might show up to take this person out. A $50 snich was willing to talk to her, but she had to be at the right place, at the right time. White Shinobi hurried out of the hotel and headed to the park. Where her snich was sopost to meet her. $50 snich tended to be drug addicts who heard alot of things and would sell you anything for money. Although sometime unreliable, she didn't have many choices.
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 27, 2007 22:01:29 GMT -5
Unlike those in the world of organized crime, Terry's day was normal. So normal that he and a few friends were taking opportunity of the first day of the weekend like they always did.
"Here I go," one of his friends yelled out as he jumped from the stairs with his skateboard, coming down on the next landing before jumping again to the bottom.
"That's nothing, Chris," Terry called. "Check this!" He got a good run and kicked up the back, jumping up, turning twice, going over the middle landing and sliding down the hand railing in the middle before jumping to the ground, landing on his feet with his board in his hand. "Ah-ha! Now that, my friend, is how you board!"
"Yeah," Chris replied, elbowing him in the side. "It's just a shame you aren't as good with a football as you are with that skateboard! Maybe we wouldn't have lost last night's game!"
"Aw, come on, man, give me a break," he replied. "I told you, I was exhausted! I couldn't concentrate."
"Then you should've gotten some sleep, instead of doing whatever it is you do. I'm telling you, man, if you don't shape up, Coach Redford is gonna cut you."
"I'm trying, man, really," Terry reassured him. "Lately, it's just been hectic is all. I'm sure it'll all clear up soon. Come on, let's go grab a soda."
"Tch, yeah, sure, so long as you're buying."
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Post by scarmiglione on Feb 27, 2007 22:57:59 GMT -5
Jared Wallace casually turned and looked at Mark from his booth in the corner, seemingly studying him for a second or two. He then turned his attention back to the small television set in the resturaunt while finishing off his plate of "Cheapest Thing on the Menu." The local news was on, broadcasting reports about the meteorite impacts, as well as the three murders.
Jared thought to himself, It's unlikely any of the agencies that might be looking for me would investigate this meteorite business, but it might be best to leave this city anyway. Just in case... Jared then felt around in the pocket where he kept his money. Hmm.. I better make some more money before I go. He got up and left some change at his table, then walked over to the counter to pay his bill.
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Post by LotusBlackfire on Feb 28, 2007 2:59:51 GMT -5
Outside a nearby park there was a bright red 87 surburbean parked on the side of the road, inside there was a man laying on the back seat trying to get some rest and looked through some paperwork,"Geez after all this work ive come this close, just wish Lotus hadnt left me to go handle his so called work issues, he dosent have a job. Ah screw it, Ive been able to handle it up to this point on my own and I just replenished my ammo and made the modifications to Big Red." The man let the paper work cover his face as kicked his feet up on the head rest.
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Post by Spectral on Feb 28, 2007 4:21:14 GMT -5
**Tigerwolf's E-Mail Inbox**
Almost as soon as he'd agreed to take the job, an e-mail arrived with some information. Tigerwolf was given the address of a local diner and instructions indicating that someone would be waiting for him there.
**Local Park**
On a bridge running over a small man-made stream, a rather haggard looking man was looking back and forth nervously, awaiting the woman he said he'd meet. Aside from looking like he'd spent several nights on the streets, the man looked normal. The only exception were his eyes, which were an odd amber color.
Meanwhile, outside the park, a rather sharply dressed man pulled up behind the surburbean in a small green car. While he appeared mostly normal, his eyes were also an odd amber color. After checking his appearance in his rearview mirror, the man exited his car and walked up alongside the surburbean. Taking a moment to peer inside the vehicle, the man gently tapped the window a few times to get the attention of the man inside.
**Terry and Friend**
Before the boys could move along, a feminine laugh was heard. If they were to look back, they'd see a woman dressed entirely in black peering down at them from behind a pair of sunglass a few steps up.
"Hello, boys. Can you spare a moment..." she paused, a playful smirk forming on her lips, " Terry?"
**Diner**
Unfortunately for Jared, it seemed he was a few dollars short of the bill. Just as the clerk was about to say something rude to him, a hand holding the amount needed to cover the bill was shoved between them.
"Please, allow me," said a rather friendly looking man who had stepped up beside Jared. He was dressed in a bright green jogging suit, and despite his friendly smile, his strange amber eyes seemed to hold some form of annoyance.
In a booth close to the door, a short man dressed in very dark green was gesturing for Mark to approach between coughs into his arm. He looked like he'd been run over by something, but was otherwise normal. His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses and a laptop was on the table in front of him.
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Post by Teh Donut on Feb 28, 2007 6:06:01 GMT -5
(I'm a little late, I see...)
The Halfpipe...it was always the worst aspect of his skating. Granted, he was undoubtedly better than many at it, but boarding on the street had always been more his thing. Tristan was determined to change that. Well, after a little rest at least. His hands, knees, wrists and elbows were all burning sore, each one bearing the skid marks of multiple and repeated falls (so much so they had worn through the knees of his jeans and tattered his gloves). not to mention, he was exceptionally thirsty after the workout, and was duly gulping down the bottle of water he had brought with him.
The young man sat at the top of the pipe and dangled his legs over the edge, holding his board across his lap, something he could do since most of the skatepark was empty at this time of day. Which was good, since he really didn't feel like being seen at the moment. He had been at the skate park since daybreak because he had nothing better to do and it was always his best thinking spot. For the past hour or so, he got the "smart" idea to try for a trick he had seen some others do the other day. So for the entirety of that hour he consistently attempted, and consistently failed.
It did give him thinking time, though. He had been out late last night and seen the unearthly green light above the city. Then, there were those impacts, from meteorites he had heard from the early morning news. He had tried calling the usual people, people he trusted to know such things, but no one was either answering their phones, or didn't know much more than he. It was slightly troubling; such a thing didn't happen every day, and the lack of info from his "friends" was indeed odd.
Such things ran through the head of Tristan as he sat at the top of the pipe. Well, at least until a certain Gorillaz tune popped into his head, involuntarily making him forget his train of thought as he played the song mentally, bobbing his head slightly to the music in his head while he took another drink from the water bottle...
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 28, 2007 13:46:18 GMT -5
*Terry*
"Dude," Chris said, "I could swear she wasn't there a moment ago." It was a valid observation, seeing how they had both just come flying over that spot.
"Don't worry about it," Terry answered, though the sudden appearance of this woman who addressed him by name disturbed him for other reasons. "She must be thirsty, sitting there in all that black. Why don't you go get the sodas, and I'll reimburse you when you get back?"
Chris nodded. "Yeah, sure. Hope you like root beer, lady, it's a tradition."
As he hurried off, Terry took a couple of steps up so he was able to look the woman in the face without craning his neck. "So, how do you know my name?" he asked with a conversational tone. "I don't believe we've met."
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Post by EJP on Feb 28, 2007 14:28:46 GMT -5
*Tigerwolf raised his right eyebrow at the sudden E-mail he got.*
Tigerwolf: " Damn... it's like they knew I was going to take the job."
*Tigerwolf didn't like meetings like this. A public place ment he couldn't show up packing as much heat as he'd like. He grabbed an empty backpack from under his bed and put all of his gear in, minus his two Mark 23s in shoulder along with a few ammo magazines, his 357 still in it's ankle holdster, throwing knives, and his sword. Tigerwolf headed out of the hotel, backpack in hand, and made it down to the garage. There was an 2004 two door blue BMW sports car which he got into. He took off his sword and put it in the back seat while he placed the backpack right next to him in the other seat. The glove compart seemed to just open on its on while he was in the car. Inside was a Walters PPK with a silencer attacheted to it. Tigerwolf grabbed the gun and put it in the front waist ban of his pants before buttoning up his jacket to hide it and his other guns. Tigerwolf started up the car and headed to the dinner.*
*Meanwhile White Shinobi watched for her snitch worry for a moment before walking up to him, $50 in hand.*
White Shinobi: " You have the information I want?"
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Feb 28, 2007 14:55:32 GMT -5
Mark noticed the man who signaled to him, apparrantly this was his employer. Looked kinda sickly almost, not the best of conditions. Maybe he was a heavy smoker. Didnt matter though. Mark approached the table to the man. He wasnt exactly positive of his nature, and did not want to offend him in some way, so he simply spoke.
"I am supposing you are the one who sent out the adds?" Mark said, in a calm tone of voice.
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Post by LotusBlackfire on Feb 28, 2007 15:07:41 GMT -5
AJ sat up and the paper fell off of his face, he quickly turned around and rolled down the window,"You got the stuff?"
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Post by Spectral on Feb 28, 2007 16:04:26 GMT -5
**AJ**
The man shook his head slightly.
"I'm not sure what stuff you're talking about. I do, however; have a job for you. You are the mercenary called 'AJ' aren't you?" he asked.
**Mark**
"Yes..." he said, coughing as he finished. "I'm the one that put those ads up. You much be Mr. Auvern. You've come to take the job?"
**Tigerwolf**
Someone was sitting outside the diner, apparently waiting for Tigerwolf. The man was rather overdressed for the weather, wearing a large coat. He kept glancing around and looking at a photo in his hand, waiting for Tigerwolf to show up.
**White Shinobi**
The man nodded quickly, apparently nervous. "Yeah, yeah. That kid that everyone's looking for...I've seen him...he's been hanging around that skatepark at night and prowls around the alleys behind the bakeries and grocery shops during the day. Now gimme the cash..." he said.
**Terry**
The woman nodded when Chris mentioned Root Beer. When Terry asked his question, she leaned against the railing and laughed again.
"Oh...I know a great many things about you, Terry. Including your little secret," she said, the playful tone still pleasant in her voice.
**Tristan**
From his spot on the half pipe, Tristan would be able to spot something he probably hadn't noticed before. Under some bushes across from the pipe, what appeared to be a young man was asleep. He was curled tightly under the brush, obviously he had been trying to avoid being seen before he went to sleep.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Feb 28, 2007 16:18:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's why I'm here." Mark said with a nod, before speaking again. "So, what kind of details can you give me? It's some kind of armband you want, what else is there to know about it?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 28, 2007 20:00:20 GMT -5
(Spectral, would I be able to add Dennis Juhziz when his profile gets up?)
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