I guess you could say this Derby
Has run it's course.
Has run it's course.
CadenGallic
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Pepsiman's apprentice, Pepsimaxman.
STATUS: If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire." 8 yrs ago
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If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire."
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Notice: I'll be going away from the 9th to the 19th, I might still be able to update at least partially, but I can't confirm this, so expect me to be absent.
8 yrs ago
This land is littered with lunatics and killers, they smile like crocodiles while they beat you like gorillas.
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Name's Caden Gallic, been going by that name for a good few years now.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
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S'ok man, I trust you.
S'ok man, I trust you.
AN ALLEYWAY IN FULLER PARK
6:31 PM
He'd settled on country, in the end, those familiar twings and twangs of the banjo and the guitar really knew how to set his soul at ease and let him settle in for the long haul of the night. He heard the police radio blaring about a blockade being set up, but he didn't care at this point. The other vigilantes could handle the bomb lobbing moron, he could just settle in until something worth his time came up... he did have that odd itch in his head, still, something that was telling, nay, demanding him to get out there and do something. But the comfort of the old leather seat and the dulcet tones of the music... it created this unique cocktail mixture of emotions inside him. He wanted to do something, but was too content to do anything... how did you cure something like th-
BANG BANG BANG!
"Wha! Whuh what? What?" Big Rig was stirred from the slight stupor he had settled into by a sound banging on his cabin door, shaking his head a bit as he returned to his senses. Was someone attacking his truck? Nah, those bangs didn't carry a loud enough sound to be a weapon of any kind, not even a small hammer or something... no, chances were, it was someone looking to bother him. And he didn't care for being bothered... of course, it depended on who it was. So, with his left hand, he reached down and hit the button to lower his window. He then used the same hand to grab his shotgun, Betty Boomstick, just in case this person got smart and tried to do anything whilst he was still a little dazed. He peered out over the window of his cabin, looking down.
...the fuck was he looking at? Some scrawny looking guy was standing there, bold as brass, looking up at him. He had a weird mask on, kinda reminded him of those stone statue faces you'd seen carved into pillars and artwork sometimes... with it's blank-ass eyes to boot. Other than that, the kid seemed kinda scrappy, that tattered trench coat and his generally batty attire... was this kid messing with him or did he just like to dress weird? Everyone needs a hobby after all.
"The fuck you want, kid? Can't you see how extraordinarily busy I am right now?" he barked at him gruffly, his welding mask muffling his voice slightly, but chances are his sharp tone would be further intimidating by the skeletal face painted over it.
"Aaaaaand that was track number 13 of 40 on our Country music countdown!" Squealed the radio announcer, a dullard of a man, just from the sound of him, and southern as could be. "Now, lets move onto track 12 wi-" Big Rig quickly shut him up by thumping the radio with his right hand to turn it off.
"Ignore that." he mumbled. "Seriously, whatcha want, knocking on my door here?" He demanded to know, looking down on this resident weirdo.
6:31 PM
He'd settled on country, in the end, those familiar twings and twangs of the banjo and the guitar really knew how to set his soul at ease and let him settle in for the long haul of the night. He heard the police radio blaring about a blockade being set up, but he didn't care at this point. The other vigilantes could handle the bomb lobbing moron, he could just settle in until something worth his time came up... he did have that odd itch in his head, still, something that was telling, nay, demanding him to get out there and do something. But the comfort of the old leather seat and the dulcet tones of the music... it created this unique cocktail mixture of emotions inside him. He wanted to do something, but was too content to do anything... how did you cure something like th-
BANG BANG BANG!
"Wha! Whuh what? What?" Big Rig was stirred from the slight stupor he had settled into by a sound banging on his cabin door, shaking his head a bit as he returned to his senses. Was someone attacking his truck? Nah, those bangs didn't carry a loud enough sound to be a weapon of any kind, not even a small hammer or something... no, chances were, it was someone looking to bother him. And he didn't care for being bothered... of course, it depended on who it was. So, with his left hand, he reached down and hit the button to lower his window. He then used the same hand to grab his shotgun, Betty Boomstick, just in case this person got smart and tried to do anything whilst he was still a little dazed. He peered out over the window of his cabin, looking down.
...the fuck was he looking at? Some scrawny looking guy was standing there, bold as brass, looking up at him. He had a weird mask on, kinda reminded him of those stone statue faces you'd seen carved into pillars and artwork sometimes... with it's blank-ass eyes to boot. Other than that, the kid seemed kinda scrappy, that tattered trench coat and his generally batty attire... was this kid messing with him or did he just like to dress weird? Everyone needs a hobby after all.
"The fuck you want, kid? Can't you see how extraordinarily busy I am right now?" he barked at him gruffly, his welding mask muffling his voice slightly, but chances are his sharp tone would be further intimidating by the skeletal face painted over it.
"Aaaaaand that was track number 13 of 40 on our Country music countdown!" Squealed the radio announcer, a dullard of a man, just from the sound of him, and southern as could be. "Now, lets move onto track 12 wi-" Big Rig quickly shut him up by thumping the radio with his right hand to turn it off.
"Ignore that." he mumbled. "Seriously, whatcha want, knocking on my door here?" He demanded to know, looking down on this resident weirdo.
Love it! Shall I hold off until you guys get that whipped up, then?
I think you should be alright going ahead with whatever you've got cooked up. Big Rig and Stinger are out of the main picture, so whatever happens can be ignored for a little bit longer. So long as Adobe's fine with you posting too, I am fine with it.
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I am down and diggity with that
Let's write up a quick post via PM and get that out of the way
Alright bruv, i'll send a basic outline to ya in a mo.
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Would you like to have your character written out? Not necessarily killed (though we could do that), but maybe arrested or something? When you come back, you could have them bust out of custody or something.
Actually, if I can step in here, seeing as Stinger is going for a partnership with Big Rig, if we could get that done and out of the way, Stinger can just be riding with Big Rig whilst the story is going on.
Alright, the wait is over, it's time we get to actually doing stuff. Sorry for multiple posts.
"Yes... I am a little bit excited." The girl admitted to Chamoisee as a stray strand of hair flicked in front of her eyes. As she focused on it, she puffed up from her lips to flick it aside. "It's April... April Showers." she looked away from him, as if embarassed by her own name... even with the naming that had gone on in Remnant, hers would stand out a bit.
Finally, the large Atlas ship touched down gently into the docking area and its rear doors swung wide open, allowing the passengers in its interior to depart onto the large campus that made up Lustre Academy. From this distance, the students got their first glimpse at the campus that would serve as their new home for the next 4 years.
A long pathway led up toward the inner courtyard from the grounds, lined with diamond shaped tiles of white, grey and brown, halted at both sides by a short line of bricks. Large stone lanterns lined the path, a pair of them every 20 paces or so, lit with what looked like a simple flame, but in reality it was a light projection on behalf of Atlas, the appearence of a flame and the light and power of a full electrical bulb. Surrounding the main stone path was a large grassy bed, distinctly made up of ruby red grass that shone slightly in the sunlight, grown from the semi volcanic soil of the area. It was fairly unique to Vault, however it was known in other places.
The main courtyard itself bore a black marble plinth, complete with four statues standing at each corner of it, a small pool of illuminated water surrounding them with small curled spouts shooting out from the bottom of the plinth. The path formed a large circle that made up the courtyard with a few simple benches surrounding it. Surrounding the courtyard itself were a number of small trees, still quite young as they had only been planted for a few years, but they provided the courtyard with a little natural shade.
Beyond the courtyard laid the main building of Lustre Academy. Even from all the way at the docking port, they could get a clear view of it. The simple way to describe this grand design would be as a cubic castle. The entire building was set at a 45 degree angle, so its corner faced the courtyard. It's walls were solid white over a slight greying beneath, metal plated concrete to provide exceptional structural support. It bore large tall walls and ramparts, tall towers with rounded corners, the entire think reeked of Atlas design, mixing old design with their modern touch. The front doors were opened to them.
It'd take a while for them to walk there...
Finally, the large Atlas ship touched down gently into the docking area and its rear doors swung wide open, allowing the passengers in its interior to depart onto the large campus that made up Lustre Academy. From this distance, the students got their first glimpse at the campus that would serve as their new home for the next 4 years.
A long pathway led up toward the inner courtyard from the grounds, lined with diamond shaped tiles of white, grey and brown, halted at both sides by a short line of bricks. Large stone lanterns lined the path, a pair of them every 20 paces or so, lit with what looked like a simple flame, but in reality it was a light projection on behalf of Atlas, the appearence of a flame and the light and power of a full electrical bulb. Surrounding the main stone path was a large grassy bed, distinctly made up of ruby red grass that shone slightly in the sunlight, grown from the semi volcanic soil of the area. It was fairly unique to Vault, however it was known in other places.
The main courtyard itself bore a black marble plinth, complete with four statues standing at each corner of it, a small pool of illuminated water surrounding them with small curled spouts shooting out from the bottom of the plinth. The path formed a large circle that made up the courtyard with a few simple benches surrounding it. Surrounding the courtyard itself were a number of small trees, still quite young as they had only been planted for a few years, but they provided the courtyard with a little natural shade.
Beyond the courtyard laid the main building of Lustre Academy. Even from all the way at the docking port, they could get a clear view of it. The simple way to describe this grand design would be as a cubic castle. The entire building was set at a 45 degree angle, so its corner faced the courtyard. It's walls were solid white over a slight greying beneath, metal plated concrete to provide exceptional structural support. It bore large tall walls and ramparts, tall towers with rounded corners, the entire think reeked of Atlas design, mixing old design with their modern touch. The front doors were opened to them.
It'd take a while for them to walk there...
Artist rendering of Steelheart:
The creature juddered as lightning laced its armoured form, taking a considerable amount of punishment from a single blow. The attack was so devastating, an entire three segments of the creature's centipede body broke off and simple died on the floor around them. Vane, meanwhile, picked up the slack and took out the one Eldarin had ignored. Enraged, the legion turned back to them and began swinging its dual blades at him swiftly, leaving the gaps in its armour exposed.
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