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ooc is up. I spent a while trying to think of what to put there, but really since the characters know virtually nothing about the world they are going to it didn't make sense to really put anything.
ooc is up. I spent a while trying to think of what to put there, but really since the characters know virtually nothing about the world they are going to it didn't make sense to really put anything.
Due to the recent political upheaval, your own crimes or bad luck you find yourself chained to the wall on a boat full of prisoners. You have been exiled to Hurica, the ancient and previously abandoned birthplace of man. For centuries the previous dynasty has exiled beasts and monstrous races to the continent "for their own good," but the new emperor thought it prudent to remove his own undesirables in the same way.
Hurica is an overgrown and savage land,but beneath it all is a history of forgotten gods, lost technology and stories of ancient treasure. A door slams open and light meets your eyes for the first time in days revealing all the other starving and disgusting passengers. One of the crew members stands there with a whip. "Land!" the sailor announces. "Pick yourselves up!" you are brought up to the surface where you can see the magnificent green wilderness of Hurica and the shanty town on a cliff that would become your new home.
Hurica is an overgrown and savage land,but beneath it all is a history of forgotten gods, lost technology and stories of ancient treasure. A door slams open and light meets your eyes for the first time in days revealing all the other starving and disgusting passengers. One of the crew members stands there with a whip. "Land!" the sailor announces. "Pick yourselves up!" you are brought up to the surface where you can see the magnificent green wilderness of Hurica and the shanty town on a cliff that would become your new home.
There are certainly enough people to get going assuming that the majority of those interested play so I guess I should start working on an ooc and an ic.
@AbysmalDemon
Okay I guess I really am going to have to rename the continent... really I was going for human, since it was supposed to be their home continent so i took Hu and put some syllables after it. I even looked it up on google and the only thing it gave me that used the name was some old hurricane god, so I felt relatively confident that it was going to be a name not really tied to anything else. I must be blind.
@AbysmalDemon
Okay I guess I really am going to have to rename the continent... really I was going for human, since it was supposed to be their home continent so i took Hu and put some syllables after it. I even looked it up on google and the only thing it gave me that used the name was some old hurricane god, so I felt relatively confident that it was going to be a name not really tied to anything else. I must be blind.
Somewhere between being heroes and making a life for yourselves is my original intent. I'm not sure I was going to put the world on the line though. Regardless I'm totes okay with bending the goal one way or another if players want to go in some direction. Like if everyone wanted to make a boat and sail right back to where they came from and overthrow the government in vengeance. Probably not that, probably trying to adventure and make a place for yourselves on the continent, but I aim to please.
EDIT: @Cuccoruler
Maybe... not gonna lie something that theoretically dangerous may have been killed by the crew on the way over... that or they would have been banished to Hurica way in advance. I guess I'm just trying to circle around saying no without being mean.
EDIT: @Cuccoruler
Maybe... not gonna lie something that theoretically dangerous may have been killed by the crew on the way over... that or they would have been banished to Hurica way in advance. I guess I'm just trying to circle around saying no without being mean.
Actually not really. I may need to rename the continent now though...
Due to the recent political upheaval, your own crimes or bad luck you find yourself chained to the wall on a boat full of prisoners. You have been exiled to Hurica, the ancient and previously abandoned birthplace of man. For centuries the previous dynasty has exiled beasts and monstrous races to the continent "for their own good," but the new emperor thought it prudent to remove his own undesirables in the same way.
Hurica is an overgrown and savage land,but beneath it all is a history of forgotten gods, lost technology and stories of ancient treasure. A door slams open and light meets your eyes for the first time in days revealing all the other starving and disgusting passengers. One of the crew members stands there with a whip. "Land!" the sailor announces. "Pick yourselves up!" you are brought up to the surface where you can see the magnificent green wilderness of Hurica and the shanty town on a cliff that would become your new home.
Hurica is an overgrown and savage land,but beneath it all is a history of forgotten gods, lost technology and stories of ancient treasure. A door slams open and light meets your eyes for the first time in days revealing all the other starving and disgusting passengers. One of the crew members stands there with a whip. "Land!" the sailor announces. "Pick yourselves up!" you are brought up to the surface where you can see the magnificent green wilderness of Hurica and the shanty town on a cliff that would become your new home.
Alan, Christoph and Kieran, Midday Saturday
The preparations were well under way for the heist. However, while most of the crew was running around getting equipment, scouting the target or getting their affairs in order, Alan had a particular job he needed to take care of. Their way in. In theory they could have tried to force their way past the lock which may even have worked flawlessly, but that wasn't exactly the kind of chance Alan was willing to take against a well protected facility such as this. As such the plan had become to have Christoph, now code named Taft for the operation, disguise himself as one of the guards and then let the entry team in. To do that they were going to need that guard's stuff, and to make sure said guard did not show up to work during the operation. Which brings Alan here. A small town outside of Atlanta where in a humble two story house a few blocks away lived their target, Olivia Berbank. The plan was to have Kieran sneak in the back door while Christoph distracted Olivia at the front. Seemed sound enough.
Alan pulled over the car a ways before the target. "Taft, this is where you get out. Good luck"
"I got it," Chris said, opening the car door and beginning to change as he did. His fair features grew more rugged and his hair shortened and changed color, and when he was completely out of the vehicle, he already looked like a native Russian man. With a map in hand, he began walking in the direction of the target's house, walking slowly both to give the illusion of being lost and to prevent himself from getting winded.
It took him a few minutes to arrive at his destination, but he eventually did arrive, looking legitimately lost and confused. Instead of heading directly to the house, he paused outside, making a subtle show of checking the map and his phone before shoving the latter into his pocket in a frustrated gesture, then advancing to the target's house and knocking on the door.
An answer did not come for a few moments, but soon enough footsteps could be heard coming to the entrance and then eyes through glass around the door. The lock clicked and the knob turned to reveal a woman of about chris's original size standing quizzically. "What do you want?"
"I, ehm, apologize. I am not from around, and have gotten very lost. Can you help?" Chris asked, leaning heavily on his Russian for an accent.
From what seemed like out of nowhere, arms protruded from behind the women, wrapping around her mouth and neck. Slowly, while she struggled, the women was lowered to the ground until Kieran was visible behind her. After a few more moments the women went limp, and Kieran picked her up in his arms and stood up straight. Kieran looked at Chris and spoke. "Done."
"I know I wanted someone close to my body type, but this just seems like a mean joke," Chris mumbled as he finally got a chance to look over his chosen form. Still there were worse things to turn into. He quickly commited her features to memory, then entered the house. "I need to grab one of her uniforms, her equipment and her ID. Can you call Alan?"
Kieran nodded. Kieran put the women over his shoulder then, as he walked to the garage, he texted Alan. "Pull up in to the garage, opening it now."
Receiving the text message Alan stopped driving aimlessly around the neighborhood and made his way to the target house where he pulled up the driveway and into the garage. He was happy to detect two conscious bio-electrical signals and then a third weaker one, presumably from a less than conscious target. "No problems?" he asked Kieran as he got out of the car searching for the garage door button.
Kieran shook his head. "No so far so good. Minimal security so far, this will be the easiest part of this job." Kieran walked to the back of the garage, found of door control, and lowered the garage door. Then he walked over to the car and spoke to Alan. "Can you pop the trunk?"
The door to the house opened as Chris walked into the garage, carrying an equipment belt and uniform under one arm, and a locked safe under the other. "So, I don't suppose either of you can crack a safe? Her belt has a holster, but her gun is probably in here." He put the safe down on the nearest surface with a loud whump.
"Load the girl and her stuff into the car" Alan said with sudden excitement. "I want to try something..." He had cracked many a safe in his time, but usually with proper equipment. Even then most of the times he actually did it on a job the safe was cracked loud for the sake of time. Still this little safe seemed to be electronic which made him think that just maybe he could get it to open with his powers. Why not try anyway. He started by typing in the keypad and trying to sense out the electrical signals sent just as he did to detect the presence of people. Then when he was fully convinced he was on the right track he started to send electric signal of his own through the lock much quicker than he would have been able to input them. It still took a few minutes, while Alan was blind to the world around him, but the Safe beeped and opened to reveal the guard's weapon.
"Thanks," Chris said, grabbing the weapon and sliding it into it's spot on the equipment belt, "Now can we get out of here? I'm starting to get antsy."
The preparations were well under way for the heist. However, while most of the crew was running around getting equipment, scouting the target or getting their affairs in order, Alan had a particular job he needed to take care of. Their way in. In theory they could have tried to force their way past the lock which may even have worked flawlessly, but that wasn't exactly the kind of chance Alan was willing to take against a well protected facility such as this. As such the plan had become to have Christoph, now code named Taft for the operation, disguise himself as one of the guards and then let the entry team in. To do that they were going to need that guard's stuff, and to make sure said guard did not show up to work during the operation. Which brings Alan here. A small town outside of Atlanta where in a humble two story house a few blocks away lived their target, Olivia Berbank. The plan was to have Kieran sneak in the back door while Christoph distracted Olivia at the front. Seemed sound enough.
Alan pulled over the car a ways before the target. "Taft, this is where you get out. Good luck"
"I got it," Chris said, opening the car door and beginning to change as he did. His fair features grew more rugged and his hair shortened and changed color, and when he was completely out of the vehicle, he already looked like a native Russian man. With a map in hand, he began walking in the direction of the target's house, walking slowly both to give the illusion of being lost and to prevent himself from getting winded.
It took him a few minutes to arrive at his destination, but he eventually did arrive, looking legitimately lost and confused. Instead of heading directly to the house, he paused outside, making a subtle show of checking the map and his phone before shoving the latter into his pocket in a frustrated gesture, then advancing to the target's house and knocking on the door.
An answer did not come for a few moments, but soon enough footsteps could be heard coming to the entrance and then eyes through glass around the door. The lock clicked and the knob turned to reveal a woman of about chris's original size standing quizzically. "What do you want?"
"I, ehm, apologize. I am not from around, and have gotten very lost. Can you help?" Chris asked, leaning heavily on his Russian for an accent.
From what seemed like out of nowhere, arms protruded from behind the women, wrapping around her mouth and neck. Slowly, while she struggled, the women was lowered to the ground until Kieran was visible behind her. After a few more moments the women went limp, and Kieran picked her up in his arms and stood up straight. Kieran looked at Chris and spoke. "Done."
"I know I wanted someone close to my body type, but this just seems like a mean joke," Chris mumbled as he finally got a chance to look over his chosen form. Still there were worse things to turn into. He quickly commited her features to memory, then entered the house. "I need to grab one of her uniforms, her equipment and her ID. Can you call Alan?"
Kieran nodded. Kieran put the women over his shoulder then, as he walked to the garage, he texted Alan. "Pull up in to the garage, opening it now."
Receiving the text message Alan stopped driving aimlessly around the neighborhood and made his way to the target house where he pulled up the driveway and into the garage. He was happy to detect two conscious bio-electrical signals and then a third weaker one, presumably from a less than conscious target. "No problems?" he asked Kieran as he got out of the car searching for the garage door button.
Kieran shook his head. "No so far so good. Minimal security so far, this will be the easiest part of this job." Kieran walked to the back of the garage, found of door control, and lowered the garage door. Then he walked over to the car and spoke to Alan. "Can you pop the trunk?"
The door to the house opened as Chris walked into the garage, carrying an equipment belt and uniform under one arm, and a locked safe under the other. "So, I don't suppose either of you can crack a safe? Her belt has a holster, but her gun is probably in here." He put the safe down on the nearest surface with a loud whump.
"Load the girl and her stuff into the car" Alan said with sudden excitement. "I want to try something..." He had cracked many a safe in his time, but usually with proper equipment. Even then most of the times he actually did it on a job the safe was cracked loud for the sake of time. Still this little safe seemed to be electronic which made him think that just maybe he could get it to open with his powers. Why not try anyway. He started by typing in the keypad and trying to sense out the electrical signals sent just as he did to detect the presence of people. Then when he was fully convinced he was on the right track he started to send electric signal of his own through the lock much quicker than he would have been able to input them. It still took a few minutes, while Alan was blind to the world around him, but the Safe beeped and opened to reveal the guard's weapon.
"Thanks," Chris said, grabbing the weapon and sliding it into it's spot on the equipment belt, "Now can we get out of here? I'm starting to get antsy."
The car of Wash, Alan and Christoph drove up to the staging area. It was the basement of what used to be a retirement home that was going to fall down. Wash bought it on the cheap and had it renovated so it would stay standing. And then renovated again more discretely to fit their purposes. The top now served as low rent apartments offered to people undesirable enough not to talk, but not dangerous enough to cause trouble. really finding the right clients for that was harder than it sounds.
"Help the new guy get out of the car and follow me Wash," alan said as he climbed out of the car and jogged over to the stairs where all of his men and Julia were assembled. "Good evening everyone. "Wash and a new recruit will be here very shortly and then we'll start."
Julia smiled towards Alan as he greeted everyone, "Good evening to you too, I hope you're having a good day!" She expressed cheerfully.
Christoph stumbled down the stairs with Wash holding him up. Eventually the two made it to a wall where Christoph was promptly propped up.
"Alright" Alan began. "First I'd like to explain why I've decided to come back. If you've heard anything about super powered individuals on the news" he raised his right arm and shot a lightning bolt over at an unoccupied concrete wall. Most of his men jumped at the sight of it but returned their eyes to Alan with more interest. "that is why I've returned. I just have to try these powers out on the job. Besides it was about time I got back into the swing of things anyway. "There have been some drastic changes of plans. Originally we were going to hit a bank. It would have been a lot of the usual drill, but just earlier today I got a job offer I simply could not refuse. We're going to sneak our way into a CIA building and steal their server. Then Madison is going to rip as many files as she can for our Client. To do this" he waved his hand from Julia to Christoph, "I have hired two additional supers to help. Please introduce yourselves."
Julia's cheerful demeanor maintained as eyes shifted towards her. She waved towards the rest of the group. "Hi, I'm Julia, I'm a firefighter by trade, and I really look forward to working with you all!" She wanted to display her abilities to those gathered but couldn't think of a way. So she just balled up a fist and slapped it into an open hand. "I guess... I'm the muscle!"
"She has super strength" Alan quickly added. "And the one on the wall has the ability to take on the appearance of other people. He'll be our way in. Now let's get down to the specifics..."
"Help the new guy get out of the car and follow me Wash," alan said as he climbed out of the car and jogged over to the stairs where all of his men and Julia were assembled. "Good evening everyone. "Wash and a new recruit will be here very shortly and then we'll start."
Julia smiled towards Alan as he greeted everyone, "Good evening to you too, I hope you're having a good day!" She expressed cheerfully.
Christoph stumbled down the stairs with Wash holding him up. Eventually the two made it to a wall where Christoph was promptly propped up.
"Alright" Alan began. "First I'd like to explain why I've decided to come back. If you've heard anything about super powered individuals on the news" he raised his right arm and shot a lightning bolt over at an unoccupied concrete wall. Most of his men jumped at the sight of it but returned their eyes to Alan with more interest. "that is why I've returned. I just have to try these powers out on the job. Besides it was about time I got back into the swing of things anyway. "There have been some drastic changes of plans. Originally we were going to hit a bank. It would have been a lot of the usual drill, but just earlier today I got a job offer I simply could not refuse. We're going to sneak our way into a CIA building and steal their server. Then Madison is going to rip as many files as she can for our Client. To do this" he waved his hand from Julia to Christoph, "I have hired two additional supers to help. Please introduce yourselves."
Julia's cheerful demeanor maintained as eyes shifted towards her. She waved towards the rest of the group. "Hi, I'm Julia, I'm a firefighter by trade, and I really look forward to working with you all!" She wanted to display her abilities to those gathered but couldn't think of a way. So she just balled up a fist and slapped it into an open hand. "I guess... I'm the muscle!"
"She has super strength" Alan quickly added. "And the one on the wall has the ability to take on the appearance of other people. He'll be our way in. Now let's get down to the specifics..."
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