And by that I mean, you ever wonder if people who aren't involved in a roleplay you're rubbing are subbed to it, just to watch it happen?
If you are, go ahead and share.
If you are, go ahead and share.
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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Yep, definitely want in on this.
"Forgive me... I simply feel a pull toward this path. My Windloft instincts are guiding me. I shall see you soon, friend." Vane gave him a short farewell wave and left bia the higher path, leaving Eldaring with the lower.
As he continued down the dirt path, he found the valley area open up proper to him with long sloping rocky walls and a jagged path leading ahead to a small clearing. What was interesting about his immediate environment, was the walls themselves. Shields had been placed upon the walls, dug in by the looks of it, and left to remain there. The shields ranged in age, some rusted and old, some wooden, some leather, some metal. Some had small trinkets draped upon them and some had flowers resting before them. The shields stretched all the way down the valley, from top to bottom, silent memorials in this leading canyon.
As he continued down the dirt path, he found the valley area open up proper to him with long sloping rocky walls and a jagged path leading ahead to a small clearing. What was interesting about his immediate environment, was the walls themselves. Shields had been placed upon the walls, dug in by the looks of it, and left to remain there. The shields ranged in age, some rusted and old, some wooden, some leather, some metal. Some had small trinkets draped upon them and some had flowers resting before them. The shields stretched all the way down the valley, from top to bottom, silent memorials in this leading canyon.
@Dynamo Frokane
Well, today really gave me the chance to think things over. Since there were some internet troubles for most of the day, and thus no internet to distract me.
But there's one thing I still couldn't come to a decision on.
To join this RP or not. Though I imagine with everything now starting, it would be pretty hard to join yeah?
Honestly there's still no real cut off in terms of introducing yourself, just means you might be a bit distant from the other racers at the start.
Along the dirtt path, they came upon a fork in the road, one path going higher and the other going lower. The lower path had the river snaking along one side of it, next to the growing rocky bluff.
"I believe we should split up for the time being." Vane said to Eldarin. "I shall take this higher path."
"I believe we should split up for the time being." Vane said to Eldarin. "I shall take this higher path."
Hearing the train pull to a stop, Anastasia knew it was time to suit up. Once she was out there, cameras would be on her and she needed to look her best. No fear was allowed on the circuit. She would retain her mysterious cosmonaut image. She flicked open her briefcase and slipped it on over her head as the piece of technology formed armament around her shoulders and went down her body bit by bit, stopping at her hips as she was now, truly, in her gear. To top it off, she slipped on her helmet, the outside world now locked off behind a sheet of glass, all noises filtered and muffled... it gave her time to be alone with her thoughts at the very least.
As the others boarded her vehicles, she approached her pride and joy... the Nova-5 lunar vehicle, the last remnant of her old job and her tattered career. She still looked beautiful in the sunshine, she smiled to herself as she clambered on top of the vehicle and opened the hatch from above, dropping into the cockpit and preparing the systems, flicking on the power, putting it in gear, preparing the patented CRY-10 weapons system. She didn't intend to destroy her opponents utterly... the most she'd try to do, hopefully, was disable or make them crash. Then it was their problem if they survived or not.
Her gloved fingers gripped the steering wheel, gripping and ungripping, gripping and ungripping, gripping and ungripping... nerves were getting to her a bit. She could see a lot of speed demons amidst the vehicles, well armoured, weapons mounted... yep, those nerves were mounting. She just had to keep faith in her space age tech and her skills in orbit... after all, she doubred anyone else here could boast having raced a vehicle across the surface of a celestial body.
She had a scan over the map of the track. Straightforward and pretty simple... she smiled at those hairpin turns. Her vehicle had excellent grip, she would probably be able to make some passes on those. The straights were a bit more of an issue. She'd roll with it.
As the others boarded her vehicles, she approached her pride and joy... the Nova-5 lunar vehicle, the last remnant of her old job and her tattered career. She still looked beautiful in the sunshine, she smiled to herself as she clambered on top of the vehicle and opened the hatch from above, dropping into the cockpit and preparing the systems, flicking on the power, putting it in gear, preparing the patented CRY-10 weapons system. She didn't intend to destroy her opponents utterly... the most she'd try to do, hopefully, was disable or make them crash. Then it was their problem if they survived or not.
Her gloved fingers gripped the steering wheel, gripping and ungripping, gripping and ungripping, gripping and ungripping... nerves were getting to her a bit. She could see a lot of speed demons amidst the vehicles, well armoured, weapons mounted... yep, those nerves were mounting. She just had to keep faith in her space age tech and her skills in orbit... after all, she doubred anyone else here could boast having raced a vehicle across the surface of a celestial body.
She had a scan over the map of the track. Straightforward and pretty simple... she smiled at those hairpin turns. Her vehicle had excellent grip, she would probably be able to make some passes on those. The straights were a bit more of an issue. She'd roll with it.
"Agreed... I couldn't wash my hands of this place faster." It was smooth sailing back to the room from before as the rusted padlock fell away. Vane took the crank of the portcullis and twisted it with all his strength and a few grunts from under his helmet. The heavy iron door rose up slowly but surely, allowing them a proper view of the dirt path leading onward into what looked like a valley.
THE ALLEYWAY IN FULLER PARK
6:35 PM
"Now, don't you go fiddling with anything else when you're in the cab with me, y'got it?" Big Rig addressed his new partner, kicking back slightly in the leather seat, hands behind his head as he relaxed a little bit, but keeping an eye on him should he decide to do something incredibly stupid. "There's a few hidden firearms in the cab, in the glove compartment, side of the cabin door, overhead compartment and under the seat. There's a grenade in the head cushion of the seat too, that's for a special occasion, see." He continued to explain, pointing a gloved finger at the various locations, oblivious to the motions of others on the outside.
"NOW! Few more grounds rules. First off, it's my truck, so I pick the radio station. I don't want to hear whinin' about not putting on some pop shit, or whatever you young folks happen to be listenin' to these days." he tapped the radio a few times as his gruff voice made his point 100% clear. No budging on this rule. "If you want food in the truck, clean up after yerself. I don't want rats getting in when I park this thing in the garage later, capiche?" Though he figured this rule wouldn't go down as well, seeing as he still had one or two hot dog crumbs on his shirt from his earlier snack.
"And most important thing, when you get in the truck, lock your side door, you get me?" he showed him by holding the handle of the door and showing a little wedge that, when pushed in, locked the door. "If the door ain't locked, there's a half chance of you flying out when I drive at high speeds, and I WILL drive at high speeds. Or if we're standing still, some asshole can yank the door open and get you out of the car, like this." To demonstrate, Big Rig grabbed the handle and opened the door quickly, with great force, unintentionally slamming it into the person sneaking up on it.
Big Rig heard the slam and it immediatly set him to alert... but, slightly curious, he peeked out at what he'd hit and saw the man in fatigues and the welding mask having gone sprawling. No friend of his, and with that gun in his hand, he doubted he wanted to join the protege line.
"Ok, lesson over, time for a crash course!" He shouted quickly and slammed the door shut, locking it and putting the truck into gear. The mighty armoured rig roared like a demonic hellcat with its tail pulled, and as Big Rig stomped the pedal down to the floor, the truck shot forwards and rushed out onto the street. The night of hell had finally begun and Big Rig was up to bat.
6:35 PM
"Now, don't you go fiddling with anything else when you're in the cab with me, y'got it?" Big Rig addressed his new partner, kicking back slightly in the leather seat, hands behind his head as he relaxed a little bit, but keeping an eye on him should he decide to do something incredibly stupid. "There's a few hidden firearms in the cab, in the glove compartment, side of the cabin door, overhead compartment and under the seat. There's a grenade in the head cushion of the seat too, that's for a special occasion, see." He continued to explain, pointing a gloved finger at the various locations, oblivious to the motions of others on the outside.
"NOW! Few more grounds rules. First off, it's my truck, so I pick the radio station. I don't want to hear whinin' about not putting on some pop shit, or whatever you young folks happen to be listenin' to these days." he tapped the radio a few times as his gruff voice made his point 100% clear. No budging on this rule. "If you want food in the truck, clean up after yerself. I don't want rats getting in when I park this thing in the garage later, capiche?" Though he figured this rule wouldn't go down as well, seeing as he still had one or two hot dog crumbs on his shirt from his earlier snack.
"And most important thing, when you get in the truck, lock your side door, you get me?" he showed him by holding the handle of the door and showing a little wedge that, when pushed in, locked the door. "If the door ain't locked, there's a half chance of you flying out when I drive at high speeds, and I WILL drive at high speeds. Or if we're standing still, some asshole can yank the door open and get you out of the car, like this." To demonstrate, Big Rig grabbed the handle and opened the door quickly, with great force, unintentionally slamming it into the person sneaking up on it.
Big Rig heard the slam and it immediatly set him to alert... but, slightly curious, he peeked out at what he'd hit and saw the man in fatigues and the welding mask having gone sprawling. No friend of his, and with that gun in his hand, he doubted he wanted to join the protege line.
"Ok, lesson over, time for a crash course!" He shouted quickly and slammed the door shut, locking it and putting the truck into gear. The mighty armoured rig roared like a demonic hellcat with its tail pulled, and as Big Rig stomped the pedal down to the floor, the truck shot forwards and rushed out onto the street. The night of hell had finally begun and Big Rig was up to bat.
"Well... I suppose that figures." Anastasia shrugged it off. With a name like that, her prior thoughts of hiding ones identity for it became a little more prominent. It wasn't exactly a very evocative name... of anything other than the mysteriousness of the masked face. At his further comments, she shook her head. "No, my friend. I wear this to remind me of what i'm fighting for... and, it's very good if I should ever crash. If it can survive a fall from the heavens, it can survive a fall on the road." she smiled a little lighter as her gaze felt less heavy, an invisible weight lifting off of her. This levity was more than welcome... right now, she needed it, to lessen the tension of the race ahead of them. At least, she had a potential ally or at least someone to chat with later.
When she was offered a drink, she was dubious at first and took a moment to look it over before taking a casual sip, slow and small, just to ensure herself the beverage was fine enough, before looking back at the masked fellow.
"I apologise... but, with the kind of people racing, i'm sure spiking a drink isn't above what some would do." She explained herself, glancing to the dark skinned man sniffing what appeared to be underwear. She briefly wondered how many roofies he had planted into drinks in the past and shivered a little at the thought.
When she was offered a drink, she was dubious at first and took a moment to look it over before taking a casual sip, slow and small, just to ensure herself the beverage was fine enough, before looking back at the masked fellow.
"I apologise... but, with the kind of people racing, i'm sure spiking a drink isn't above what some would do." She explained herself, glancing to the dark skinned man sniffing what appeared to be underwear. She briefly wondered how many roofies he had planted into drinks in the past and shivered a little at the thought.
"I found the key!" Vane called to him as he was completing his grim task, holding up the iron key with a certain sense of vigour. But this time, as Eldarin drained the blood, something snapped into his head... a vision began to play out before his eyes as the blood passed into the glass container.
He saw snapshots through the eyes of a soldier, a guard of this old temple, performing simple duties and protecting the place. He saw the guard captain, recognizable by his scimitars, barking orders at them and becoming increasingly stressed out with their job. Then, came the goblet of water... laced with the black ichor from the river he had seen. He felt the guard drink it and felt time pass as the effects took hold. The visions ended as he saw the entire troop being pulled into a singular being with the captain screaming about responsibility, the vision ending as flesh and steel became one.
He saw snapshots through the eyes of a soldier, a guard of this old temple, performing simple duties and protecting the place. He saw the guard captain, recognizable by his scimitars, barking orders at them and becoming increasingly stressed out with their job. Then, came the goblet of water... laced with the black ichor from the river he had seen. He felt the guard drink it and felt time pass as the effects took hold. The visions ended as he saw the entire troop being pulled into a singular being with the captain screaming about responsibility, the vision ending as flesh and steel became one.
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