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How is it that I can operate under 3 hours of sleep just fine, but when I'm given a decent 6-8 hours zombie mode is activated?
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"You Miss 100% of the shots you don't take. - Wayne Gretsky" - Michael Scott
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I work full time, go to school full time, and whatever time I have off is spent either exercising, eating, reading, watching sports, or rping. This makes for a mundane Algorhythm, but a functioning one no less.
@justTypical@Azlum Hey guys. PM'ed Karos and he hasn't quite caught up reading the IC (he's been busy as well) so Azlum, by all means, you're free to pick whichever objective you'd like.
No worries mate! I know how life gets, believe me.
Now with that out of the way, the obligatory
AHHHHHHH NOOOO GREGORY HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM GREGORY HOLD ON SON WE'RE GONNA GET YOU OUT OF THERE IT'S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT ALGORHYTHM HOW ARE YOU MAKING ME THIS ATTACHED TO AN NPC ALREADY I TRIED TO HELP I REALLY DID AAAAUUUUUGGHHHH
so yeah I will probably think through my next move more carefully. wicked stuff Algorhythm!
having the huge responsibility of either saving the founding fathers of the Consortium from the red wraiths, or assisting our overly ambitious leader from the uber Umayeth Wraith. No pressure :)
Zuma saw the two green wraiths swooping in his direction. Ben had successfully pulled Gregory Stills away from harm, who then became the new subject of attention. Zuma hustled over to the young inspector. "Are you okay?" He called out, taking note that the green wraiths were now splitting up targets. When Gregory Stills said nothing, Zuma turned to him and kneeled down until they were eye-to-eye. "Focus, Mr. Stills." He said as he shook Gregory's shoulders, "And follow me." The teen was petrified in disbelief of the horrors that were unfolding all around him, but he beckoned Zuma's call and snapped out of it.
"Right." Stills nodded firmly, remembering the stoic words Ben had told him just moments before it all went to hell. Wait, where's Ben? Gregory looked over Zuma's large shoulders to find the Inspector getting chased by one of the wraiths. "He needs our help!"
"No, wait!" Zuma called out, trying to hold him back, but the teen had slipped away from his grasp. Gregory bolted past Zuma and zigzagged between work benches and desks until he was 10 feet from the glowing spirit that pursued Ben. At that instant, Ben flung a random aperture at the spirit. It contained the same blue energies that fueled Consortium weapons. The wraith was aware of this kind of glow, as it immediately stopped in its tracks. However, the object went through the spirit and smashed onto the ground. Its contents sparkled into the air like indigo fireworks, bouncing around with a static effect that veined into everything it touched. The wraith let out a shriek, jolted by its sudden constriction. It contorted into a swirling mist, struggling to free itself from the blue static field. Then it turned and saw Gregory Stills...
There was a flash of blue light, followed by an intensity that the teen could only describe as a blanket of jellyfish stings. When the blue lights faded, he saw two angry green eyes glaring right at him. Gregory struggled with all of his might, but the paralytic effects from the item that Ben threw still subdued him. The wraith howled its hellish war cry, the prayer to its yellow king god, then plunged into Gregory's mind.
"Help!" He cried out, but all he heard was the echoes of his own voice. The darkness had consumed him. Gregory was no longer in the Test Floor of the Consortium. He was somewhere else...a lair of some sort...underground. What was that smell? A mix between iron and old parchment. "W-where am I?!" Little did Gregory know, that his consciousness was transported elsewhere, leaving his vessel back in the Testing Floor at the whims of the Shreth Wraith.
Apologies @justTypical I know I said I'll get a response up yesterday but I got overwhelmed by homework. I should have something up in a couple of hours.
@Azlum Nicely done! Hayley is accepted and welcome aboard! You can go ahead and put her in the character's tab. Feel free to jump in however you wish, whether it be a condensed intro post combined with an action taken (read my last IC post), or just straight into the action. I'll wait before you and @karos selects a mission objective before I grab mine.
As you know, one portion of Shreth is being taken care of by @JustTypical's character Ben. The other portion is still up for grabs. Rugath and Umayeth are still open as well.
Wraiths: Just to clarify, with the exception of Umayeth, actual firearms won't do anything to wraiths. In return, they can't physically attack you, but they can possess people to attack you, or possess inanimate objects to use against you. The only way to dispose of wraiths (as far as we know) is to capture them with our energy weapons + lanterns.
Something I didn't mention before that I wanted to add: If someone is possessed, using the energy weapon will draw the wraith out of them, but has the potential to cause irreversible damage to the host. Side effects can include momentary delirium and vertigo.
@JustTypical I'll get a response post up by tomorrow night!
So, with all that said. We're officially full! I decided to keep our group small but is willing to accept one more. I can always find a way to sneak a new person in.
So there's three scenarios to choose from. Pick whichever you want, just make sure to post in OOC which one you're doing by saying dibs on Rugath, Shreth, or Umayeth before you post in IC. First come first serve.
Tom Reitz motioned ahead of Isaacs and Hartwell to stand in the middle of the large room. "Gather around!" He barked, hands on his hips. The 48 year old mustachioed man had the chiseled frame of a bodybuilder, accentuated by a slimming blue overcoat and tailored black slacks. Investigators and scientists stopped whatever they were doing and formed a circle around the three men. James Kepler rushed over to Dr. Isaacs like a whipped pup. Brief words were exchanged before the assistant hurried off toward the double doors and disappeared from sight. Soft murmurs, and even some giggles-no doubt exacerbated from the libations had- bounced around the naked cement walls. Reitz stepped forward. He sternly peered into everyone's souls and waited until there was complete silence.
"This fall rotation was a tough one," He began, pacing back and forth as he stared off into the distance. "While we've successfully managed to relocate over 10,000 Inner Shell civilians into our borders, the creatures we're encountering are getting braver by the day." Tom momentarily stopped mid-stride, clenching his teeth. "Let me break those numbers down, people." Mr. Reitz' tone grew harsh and irritable. "Out of the 50 Investigators whom graduated the first year of 453, only seven are left active. Out of the 40 Investigators that graduated the 2nd year, only twenty-three of you remain."
"Sixty." Tom said flatly. "Sixty of us are either dead, or rotting in a hospital, or locked away in a padded cell at Atrius Asylum. Do you know what that means, Investigators?" The rhetorical question was layered with a tinge of anger. "It means if we continue at this rate we won't survive the next winter."
Professor Hartwell coughed, stepping forward to join Tom. "Fortunately, we've been able to replenish our ranks with some great potentials." He glanced back at Dr. Isaacs, who then gestured over to James Kepler. He had been waiting behind the double doors, looking through the small crack between them in anticipation for Isaac's signal. Kepler pushed the doors wide open, and as he did, a line of people in dark grey uniforms entered the Test Floor. The circle of investigators and scientists made room for twenty individuals. They lined up behind Dr. Isaacs without saying a word.
Tom looked at each of them with pride. "These are new recruits. They're green, but we've put them through rigorous training."
A feint giggle was heard and Tom immediately snapped to its attention. "Who laughed?" The tension within the room grew heavy by the second as everyone looked around in bewilderment. Nobody fessed up. Mr. Reitz became absolutely livid. "This is no laughing matter! Do you all think this is some sort of game!? Have the decency to step forward you coward!" It came again, except this time it was more drawn out and eerily menacing. It sounded strained and low, like a growling hound ready to bark. "Who's laughing!?" Tom snarled.
"...The Yellow King..."
The air in the room went cold. The double-doors slammed shut. Every Consortium member in the Testing Floor scrambled to draw some form of weapon as they assessed the situation. Many of the new recruits fled to where they could hide. All but five. They stood like drunken fools, flailing uncontrollably as they formed some kind of phalanx at the center of the room. Dr. Isaacs and Professor Hartwell, still in disbelief, trembled backward. Tom Reitz stood shocked, mouth agape.
"How...how did they get past the border...how did you get in he-"
"Rugath" Two of the five called out.
"Shreth" The other two hissed.
The last who was in the middle of the wicked formation tilted her head into an impossible angle. Her mouth stretched out into a twisted grimace. "Umayeth!!!"
The loud crack of bones and shredding sinew harmonized with their agonizing screams. Flesh was torn asunder, and the blood and meat that covered their bodies oozed red, green, and purple colored tar.
"Spirit Wraiths!" Dr. Isaacs shouted. "Capture them quickly, or they'll kill us all!"
Two red spirits angrily make their way towards Dr. Isaacs and Professor Hartwell, who are caught completely off-guard and ill-equipped to fend for themselves. Two 2nd year investigators try to shoot them with firearms. Their bullets whiz through the wraiths and accidentally wound another inspector. The Wraiths inch toward the various tools scattered about work benches, ready to possess them in order to bludgeon and stab Isaacs and Hartwell.
The green paired wraiths angrily shriek into the crowd. One looks to possess Carmina, the bartender. The other is within inches of possessing Gregory Stills.
Even though she is alone, she is the most powerful of the five, as she is the only one that can make physical contact in this realm - something never done before. This purple wraith is currently engaged in battle with Tom Reitz and Mako Tsujimoto.
Hey @Azlum, sorry for the delay. You are definitely welcome to participate. Thanks for showing interest! Feel free to set up a character sheet for me to approve and you can jump right in!
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