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9 yrs ago
Current One more final. Yas ....
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9 yrs ago
After Tuesday I'll be back to regular postings! Sorry for the delay folks. Finals are a killer bee </3
9 yrs ago
We'll fall asleep. So deeply out of reach
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9 yrs ago
In peace may you leave the shore. In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey on the ground... May we meet again.
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Hello all,

I don’t think I have to list any rules and what not. I do think everyone’s read enough to know what is expected of him or her. The only request I have is that I tend to stick to high-casual to advance standard story lines. In short, give my quality, and I’ll love you forever.

Below is a brief summary of the idea. Due to it still being in the infant stages of thought, I'd love to have my partner help collaborate with me on this.

Anyways, here’s the teaser. Hopefully this will snug some interest from folks.

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The infinity loop. Existing in both seeable and unseeable mediums, it flows all around us. While many mistake supernatural occurrences as magic, those that have the sight can see that what appears to be magic is far more complex and tangible.

Scattered throughout every city — existing within every living thing. When something dies, the energy left behind disperses and absorbs into the environment where its owner drew last breath. When energy is expanded, what has been used recycles and transforms into another usable energy. Regardless of where it comes from or what it ends up as, energy is conserved and reused. Thus is the principle of the infinity loop.

For those able to see its brilliant aura radiating from living organisms, vehicles, and everything in nature, ways to mold the energy and create brilliant unexplainable phenomenons were soon learned. From the creation of things to sensual experiences, the infinity loop was used for entertainment and art. However, like all things, everything starting out in the name of progress turned into an instrument and destruction.

Those gifted with the sight were not discriminated in the eyes of the infinity loop. Ill-intentioned individuals soon transformed the energy to aid them in nefarious actions. Dozens died as their energy was sucked from them to fuel great explosions, petty criminal acts, and relentlessly utilized by criminal organizations who forced those with the sight into their ranks. The world power’s relationships worsened when those with the sight integrated into their country’s military. For a time, the world stood on the brink of unrestricted war.

The world was near breaking point until the UN was able to broker a compromise. Invokers, the name officially given to those with the ability to see the Infinity Loop, were to be segregated and kept under guard of the OISC, the Oversight Invoker Suppression Committee. Each were to be given an identity number and were placed under heavy restrictions. New, harsher rights were given to Invokers in lieu of a normal citizen. Out of fear, the sub-human mindset resurfaced yet again contrary to what humanity had learned in past conflicts.

Normality soon came to the world as a new barbarism took its place. Propaganda spoke of equal treatment to Invokers, but the truth behind the closed doors of OISC centers told an opposite story. While many Invokers submitted to the will of the OISC, there are those who value their freedom. Though the UN’s forces tirelessly hunts them down, the OISC’s goal for total control has not seen through to fruition.

Unbeknownst to the world, an deep hatred brews; a revolution draws near. Such is the consequence and demands of the Infinity Loop.
Sorry that took so long to get to you. I just got home for spring break, and there was so much to do! Anyways, if you'd like to continue, just reply.

Just a heads up, if I ever lose interest or want to drop a rp, I will tell you. Really.
Her confidence could use some work Carmen thought as she walked away. She spotted a small milk cart on the other side of the room as she walked, grabbed it and brought it back. Using it as a makeshift chair, she sat on the opposite end of the table. "Then we'll leave in the morning," she said. "With luck, we'll make it back without too much trouble. The other scavengers I was with, well, they should have dispersed the walkers far enough to give us an opening."

Carmen tilted her head ever so slightly at the can. "I think ... you could use that much more than me. Don't get offended, but you're really all skin and bones," she said. Checking the door, Carmen was relieved to see that nothing was pounding against the employee door. She wasn't sure just how long it'd hold. "I think it'd only be fair for me to explain the quarantine city before you get there. There are people - living people - who live there. However, each city, from what I've heard is ruled under martial law. Guards have unrestricted authority, curfew, rations, the works. Once you're in, you can't really leave per say.

"To be honest, while the dead can't get in, supplies are scarce. Which is why you have scavenger-guards like me. There are rural quarantined cities we traded with, but the routes are swarmed. Send out a caravan, and that'd be that. No word or anything. Just gone. With that, do you still want to come with me? You'll have to adapt - quickly. Everyone pulls their weight."

The room had certainly darkened from the conversation. It wasn't the guards intention, but telling the girl now instead of hearing it from a senior guard was certainly kinder. Cracking a thin smile, Carmen tapped her hand against the table. "Don't let me scare you away though. The safety of the walls is worth the excessive rules."
If we're still posting flashbacks, I'm going to write up a follow up post to my previous.

Midterms are finally done. Praise the sun. (Dark Souls reference I think.)
Finally got that damn post up.

Hopefully I didn't mess up the time line of the infection's spread. Az, if you don't like what I threw down, let me know.
April 14th, 2016
Washington D.C.
First Police District



Samantha heard of the sounds as if she were standing far away. Someone was breathing. Not the normal breathing, but hurried, panicked, desperate gulps of air, as if the person was going to drown if they couldn’t keep the abnormal rhythm going. There were sounds of sirens in the backgrounds interspaced with the screams of people. Gunshots echoed around, an ambient-like noise that swelled into the already fortissimo discord.

Feeling a strong grip on her shoulder, Samantha’s trancelike state was shattered, as she went for her gun. The standard issued sidearm that had been given to all special agents had served her well today.

“Take it easy!” A man outfitted in police S.W.A.T gear shook his head. “Take it easy. We don’t want to draw any more of those things here.”

When her mind was able to process again, she leaned back against the office wall. She could feel Joseph’s, an officer that was aiding her with an assignment, gaze. The Bureau had sent her to assess one of the crazies. From what she’d just witness, these people — these things — weren’t human by any means. The basic human psychology, with respect to emotional triggers that many criminals she had worked with possessed, was vacant in this suspect. Hell, it was vacant on his face.

The folder she had been given labeled his psych as a severe case of dementia and an affinity for biting. That’s how the first doctor went who was in ICU. This was all a week ago. The parameters within the initial report had all changed. Samantha had an inkling of what was going on here, and she’d diagnosis herself as crazy if it hadn’t been for the fact she put a bullet in the man’s leg and he kept coming. Only a shot to the brain put him down.

“Agent Walker,” Joseph said. “We’ve got to move. Radio’s squeakin’ about a quarantine zone. That’s where we’re going.”

“He kept coming after I shot him in the leg.”

Joseph frowned as he looked at the corpse lying before them. “From the noise outside, I don’t think you’re the only one whose killed someone. The radio’s been buzzing with news similar to this. Jesus, fucking zombies,” he said. “I thought the news was spitting the same old bullshit like always. The misses thought the same.”

Taking a steadying breath, Samantha stood up as she checked the chamber of her firearm. The weapon was hot. “Looks like there were right this time,” she said. “You head back to your department. I need to get the the bureau. They’ll want a first hand account on … this.”

An explosion thundered as the office windows imploded in. Samantha was rocked off her feet. Her chest constricted as she covered her head, shards of glass showering from above. The acrid smell of burnt metal and gasoline wafted over her.

Joseph was no better off. He grunted as he heaved a wooden office desk off and away from him. “Agent! You alright?”

Samantha heard a high pitched ring in her ear. She heard herself say she was as she staggered over to the window and looked out. Down below, dozens of shambling figures moved with the unison of seasoned dance partners as flashes from rifle muzzles sent projectiles tearing into their unfeeling flesh. It was surreal. All of it. Just the past week, Samantha had been watching a zombie flick with her friend. She remembered joking about it and how it could never happen. Today proved her wrong indeed.

Joseph looked out the window. Since he manned his post, which was weeks ago, radio chatter was his only window into understanding what was going on. It had mostly come from district two. Officers were going on about how these crazies were eating people. Dragging them onto the ground and taking a big, wide chomp. Narcotics was to blame in the beginning. Now, he wasn’t so sure. Even worse, where was Lauren? He hadn’t been able to reach her all day.

Grabbing Samantha’s hand, he dragged her away from the window. “We’ve got to go, Walker,” he said. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I ain’t staying around to find out.”
NacNak said
well, it's not as long as my last one, but I think it should suffice =3


Quality over quantity my dear NacNak.

Silver Fox said
I shall try to post tomorrow ^^


Post whenever you're able to, Silver.
We're on the move. Post whenever you can.

A side note:

THOSE WHO HAVE NOT POSTED PRIOR TO MY LAST POST, YOUR CHARACTERS HAVE BEEN REMOVED.
The bridge level, where the briefing room was housed, was thrown into a flurry of action. While support members manned their stations at designated sector entrances and the elevator, other crew members walked around the large oval galaxy map dispersing information or receiving. It sent a flush of militaristic pride through Sophia. Every officer’s dream was to have personnel who knew precisely what to do and do it well. The average guaranteed a mistake, which cost far too much. The crew she had was anything but. Extraordinary. She wondered how the Council and Directors acquired said personnel. Through subtle muscle and diplomacy she was sure.

“Captain.” Sophia turned to see who the voice belonged to. A tall turian walked up to her. A holopad in his hand. “Support is ready to go. They’ve been briefed as you’ve instructed. It’s good to finally get moving. Idleness is not my strongest suite.”

“Neither is it mine, Arterius.”

The turian had been selected to lead the support teams of the Palamecia. Operating as the ships muscle, repelling and ground side support for the operatives were their mission. Though Sophia wasn’t given their dossiers to read — nor would she have the time to peruse their files due to numbers — each must have a talent to be here. Though teamwork was suppose to be given, she wanted to evaluate them. When mixing so many species together — each with a differing tactical style — things happened to go awry. This was no different.

“I’ll be waiting down in the hanger,” Arterius said. “Glad the operatives are aboard. Took them long enough.”

“I’ll signal you when we arrive at the destination,” she said. “Make sure your team is armed wi—“

“Entry and Fortification Kit. Got it.”

Sophia nodded as she continued to the briefing room. She side stepped a walking crew men before she reached the door. The support member threw her a crisp salute as the door opened. Her gaze focused on the individuals who had gathered. There were six in total. Including her. Earlier that day, she was expecting more, but Sira had corrected the mistakes. Those who weren’t present had been removed from the program and kept under ‘guard’.

There were two geth, a drell, a human, and a asari present. A combination of individuals like this would be impossible in other circumstances.

“Good to see all of you found your way here.” Sophia walked around the table until she came to a stop at the head. “I’m Captain Silversten. I don’t think I need to tell you all why you’re here. Out of the trillions that could have filled the very seats you occupy, they’ve been given to you. There is a new enemy upon us, an enemy we know nothing about. As members of Echelon, we will be the vanguard against the Legion. As they've already gone active, our work begins now."

Sophia took a seat in her chair as she reached over and pushed a button. The lights in the briefing room dimmed. In the middle of the table, a partition opened as a spherical metal grid revolved to reveal a hologram knob. With another press of a button, a display filled the table’s empty space with a mini galaxy map.

“We will now begin the briefing,” Sophia said. The galaxy map disappeared as a space station — a cylinder structure with a wide ring around its midsection — floated within the holograms display. “This is the J.S.S Armstrong. A human — turian platform. As of 0540 of last week, contact with the station has been lost. A turian insertion team was sent in. We haven’t heard from them since. Sira, enable the contingency A protocol.”

“Contingency A enabled, Captain.”

On the holograms screen, rectangles blinked into existence as a small line connected each to a different part of the space station. Within the rectangular box were four names made up of call signs. “We’ve been issued directives to personally intervene in this matter. As of now, reports are unsure of the reason why we’ve lost contact with the turian team or the station. Two possibilities: highly capable rogues or Legion.

“This operation will be carried with three teams: Eagle, Wolf, and Bear. Eagle will be comprised of myself, Prime, and Drake. Phalanx, Bastion, and Hunter will make up Wolf. A caveat for Wolf. Arterius will be heading you. I’ve explained the mission parameters to him. Lastly, Bear, comprised of support personnel, will keep our insertion point secured.

“Eagle will head towards the bridge. Our primary is to secure any video documentation and assess the immediate situation. Wolf will move through crew quarters and make their way towards the engineering bay. We’ll need those systems back online. Survivors are a secondary to both groups. The Directors and Council want this station kept intact. It’s our job to get it done.”

Pausing, she let the silence linger for a moment. Staring at the hologram, she finally looked towards all those sitting in the room. “Questions?”
Should be done with my post relatively soon. Will get it up ASAP.
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