DruSM157

A Prompt for a slow-paced Space Pulp Venture

And now I post my CS. Still continuing the character from the literal dream I had around a decade ago. It will never die.

File #-REDACTED- CURRENTLY IN CUSTODY

FULL NAME

Alan Watts Cernan

DESIGNATION

XXXX

DATE OF BIRTH

05-07-15

SPECIES

Terran-based Humanoid, ‘Earth’ derivative

NATIONALITY

American

ETHNIC BACKGROUND

Caucasian of European and Native American Descent

PREVIOUS OCCUPATION

Archivist, Ohio State University

VOCATION

Vocation on hold until after tribunal

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Subject stands at 5’10 inches, and is lean and muscular, though plain looking when compared to most men his age. He is of excellent health, though he is lacking in the sheer physical strength department. His facial structure is simple: small ears, creases on his forehead and slight rings under his eyes, whose color is dark brown. His nose is not very pronounced and his lips are on the thin side. Subject’s hair could be described as scruffy; medium length thick black hair covers his head, and is continually messy. Facial hair remains ungroomed and wild. Standard civilian dress has been simple: a button down dress shirt and khaki slacks, with brown loafers.

PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION

Subject is keen with cooperating with DLP procedures. His relationship with Dr. ███████ in helping profile the Xenocultural history of Earth has been helpful. Subject displays varying degrees of self-doubt, and has issues with authority. Conversations with Dr. ███████ have been noted as extremely casual and heavy with references to human culture. Has a high level of moral turpitude. Not a natural leader, but does show initiative. High levels of idealism, especially towards human resettlement. Naturally inquisitive with a desire to understand other cultures. Dr. ███████ had him tagged for assisting him in Xenocultural Studies, but could be a candidate for an ambassadorial position in the future.

Subject seems to spend most free time with human cultural histories, especially entertainment from older television recordings and listening to music on an archaic human device known as a “record player”. Subject spent hours trying to teach Dr. ███████ appreciation for human folk music and what the subject explained to the Doctor as “the good shit”. Doctor ███████ analysis of human folk music has been documented in Homo Sapiens Cultural Analysis Record XIV: Musical Histories Appendix b.

Subject is incredibly open minded to new species, and seems to crave being helpful. Subject has very close ties to his family, but seems to have little social connection to other humans. When asked about romantic history, the subject was reserved.

-NOTE- For now, the subject will be allowed to assist Dr. ███████ with his project.

CHARACTER PROFILE

Subject was born to a middle class family, and raised in very uneventful circumstances. Attended Ohio State University, received a bachelor's degree in anthropology and history, and a further master’s degree in archeology. Subject worked as a university archivist assistant until employment was terminated in June, 2040. Subject explained that the University underwent extreme budget cuts and he was one of the positions cut, leaving him unemployed for the first time in his adult life. Subject maintained a clean record, with no legal infractions in his community. Subject maintained a very insular lifestyle, with an appreciation for human entertainment going back into the 1970s. Subject’s relationship with his father seems to a large impetus on his attitude, as he is constantly referential to human entertainment, much to the chagrin of DLP scientists.

Subject spoke on multiple occasions about his childhood dream of being an astronaut, which was apparently abandoned sometime in High School. Subject remarked that watching international governments systematically tear apart multiple space programs embittered him on the prospect of humanity traveling beyond the solar system. Subject began to become more insular and focused on historical aspects of humanity, leading to his future employment.

Subject was interested in the DLP mission since first contact. He actively sought out DLP representatives during the first days of relocation discussion and met Dr. ███████ during this time. Using his background in anthropology and archeology, he became a prime research assistant in collection and categorizing aspects of human culture for DLP research and preservation. Subject began working alongside Dr. ███████ in Human Xenocultural Recovery project, in order to store human history for study and protection of human culture during subject relocation.

Subject is currently being held in Brig No. 17. See attached report.

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

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Holy City of Alexandria
21st Sun of Ondine
Background Music

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The city of Alexandria shone in the sunlight, the marble-white stones that made up the city walls and castle glistened as the hustle and bustle of the industry continued at a calm pace. This was the first day of many that the smallfolk were starting to move in a less stressed and worrying pace. The borders between Alexandria and their former neighbor, Garlandia, were under extreme lockdown since the Labrenthian Empire took the lands in a very brief and conflict. It seemed now more than ever the maps of the world were changing, and the Empire to the north was growing hungrier every day.

Still, there were complaints of no vacancies in the local inns and rest houses, and unrest among the countryside surrounding the castle-city. Armed patrols were sent out but with the fear of war always on the horizon, there was no time for anyone to simply send out a patrol to make sure the local pumpkin patch was now infected with goblins or funguar. Whispers rose of strange folk living deeper in the miasma, and the migration of large fiends further away from civilization.

But Alexandria was safe. The city had held out against foreign enemies for over a thousand years, and the Grand Cathedral, built in honor of the primal one Alexander, still stood proud and brave against its enemies. Whatever came, the people would always persist. And besides, if there were problems in a nearby farm or village, there was always one group that the smallfolk could always depend on: The Hunter's Guild.

The Guild was as old as any of the countries standing today, and they had always worked for the people; given that there was enough gil to pay for their services. Still, with the borders closed and strange business in the wilderness, there was always need for new recruits. The pay was good even if the dangers of the job were egregious. It was well known that the average survival rate for a member of the guild tended to last around six months. Those that were still around after several years, the veterans were well regarded and respected for their skill and survivability. But veterans were in short supply in Alexandria. And trouble was brewing.

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Holy City of Alexandria
Alexandria Research Quarters, Lab of Cid ‘dan Falreath. Three Days Ago

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"Yes, the resonance is perfect! Now, rotate the materials ninety degrees, and increase the beam by forty percent! Boy! I need you to lower the last piece of aldite into the canister!" This was it. Ten years of research, across three different countries and countless laboratories. But this was it! Cid 'dan Falreath took a swig from a glass container, wiping any spittle away with his knuckles. How long had he dreamed of being able to create a man-made crystal? One that harnessed all four elemental powers of aldite? One with nearly limitless potential and energy! The man shook in anticipation as the different colored minerals began to glow brightly. "Boy! Hurry it up! The resonance of the energies won't last much longer!"

A young man in his early 20s was above Cid on the catwalk. Being so close to the elemental energies was always a dangerous task, which is way any great scientist had countless apprentices to throw at dangerous problems like that. The unlucky and foolish tended to get maimed or worse, but the truly exceptional would one day become the next generation of researchers. After all, his own political foolishness had cost him his own hand back in his home of Labrenthia. But now he'd be able to laugh at those damn technocratic bastards when it was he of a fallen house that found a way to bring the power of the crystals back. No damned fool religious prophecies, no experimentation on living subjects, and no worshiping long-dead fiends. No, it was through hard work and research and-

The young man was carefully lowering the last piece of aldite into the resonance chamber. The long tongs that held the mineral seemed to work, as he carefully placed the bright green stone inside the chamber. The lights inside began to glow impossibly bright. Pure chunks of fire, wind, water and earth aldite were all being forcibly crystalized into one another. The true power of Gaia herself in physical form; something that had not existed since the times of legend.

"Good job boy! Now, be prepared to pull the crystal from the chamber once it has stabilized!" This was it.

The lights flashed. Red. Blue. Green. Brown. The room shook. Several other assistants quailed in fear, stepping back from the observation booth. But Cid, he knew that this was his moment.

"Uh, sir?" The boy's voice came from overhead. "The chamber is cracking, I think, and we should probably abor-"

"Nonsense! The experiment must continue! None of you have any idea how long it took to gather such pure samples of-" A beam of energy erupted from the chamber, breaking the glass of the observation chamber. Pieces of research equipment shattered, sending glass and all sorts of chemicals flying into the air. Many assistants and researchers screeched in fear, running from the hall, or banging at the locked door. Until the experiment ended, the doors would remain bolted shut. "No! We HAVE to continue this until the crystal appears! Do NOT SHUT THIS DOWN!" Cid's eyes were wide, not with fear for his life or anyone else's, but with the fear that by shutting down the experiment he would lose everything. Not again. Never again.

But the young man, still clinging to the catwalk, was filled with another kind of fear. The fear of a huge explosion of magical energy destroying half of the city. He'd only just become a research assistant in Alexandria, and the thought of everyone he worked with dying, and also the thought of losing his job, spurred him to action. He pulled from his workman's pants a large metal multi-tool, an invention of his own design. He could see four different connections supplying the chamber with aldite energy. The obvious solution was simple: turn off these pipes and the reaction would cease. Easy! He leaped from the catwalk onto the first connector piece, connecting the wrench to the connector, and pulling it close.One finished. The chamber began to shake again, but this time, less rapidly. That was a good sign.

It was obvious what the young man was doing. Which of course, infuriated the old scientist. "STOP! Stop it you damned fool! You're ruining my experiment!"

His words fell on deaf ears, quite literally. The groaning of machinery and the loud hum of magical energy deafened any sound that the young man could hear from Cid. And so he continued shutting off the valves. Numbers 2. Then numbers 3. The entire chamber began to shake violently. He was nearly at valve 4 when suddenly the metal chamber erupted and a huge cascade of magical energy slammed through the laboratory. People were knocked on their backs, Cid was buried under several tables, and the young man thankfully landed safely onto some heavy rubber pipes. Well, safely enough.

The room was dead silent for several minutes as every person inside questioned if they were dead or if they were alive. Cid broke the silence, his metal arm scraping against stone and metal to pull himself up. His face was flushed and deep crimson, a mask of rage that his experiment was a complete failure. And there was only one person to blame.

"What was your name again, boy?" The man growled, standing over the young engineer.

"Edgar, sir. Edgar Arronwy"

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Holy City of Alexandria
Alexandria Hunters Guild Headquarters, Main Lobby. 21st Sun of Ondine

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Three days. It had been three days since Edgar was thrown out of the research academy, still in his work gear. Three days watching his tiny amount of gil fade away as the inn bills came. Three days with no way out of the city. The week before had been stressful for many citizens, especially Edgar. On the 15th Sun of Ondine the borders were closed. Border disputes between Alexandria, Fabul, Bellas, and Labrenthia meant that there was to be no common trade or passage between the cities. It wasn't too horrible when Edgar had work. But after blowing up much of the lead researcher's lab (saving them, mind you!) it meant that his name bore a black mark and no one would hire him, even to dig ditches or carry boxes.

But there was one organization that was not beholden to any government, even if most of the jobs carried a great risk of mauling, being devoured, loss of limb or life or dehydration. The Hunter's Guild meant free travel between the cities, access to jobs across the land and the ability to make money from slaying fiends. Though statistically, most hunters ended up being the ones that were slain. Still, at this rate Edgar's choices were: beg on the streets and die cold and destitute, or risk life and limb to at least have a chance at life.

A chance was better than none.

The guild's entry hall was extremely rustic, an extreme contrast to the white marble of the castle and walls of the holy city. The floors were adorned with various hides and pelts, and the heads of various fiends were mounted on the walls as trophies. There was a large, double-door leading to an interior room, reserved for members of the guild to rest or eat. The lobby was simply to post jobs, accept work or register with the guild. Edgar got to the paperwork, filling out his name, history, hometown, and other basic information. It was all quite simple. Several logs included where to send your belongings if you died and if you required a religious rite for your remains. A standard Hunter's Contract.

After submitting the form, the lobby girl pointed Edgar to a waiting room. Apparently he was not the only one today signing up for the guild. There had to be a trial to make sure they could handle the work, of course.

Of course.

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Holy City of Alexandria
Alexandria Hunters Guild Headquarters, Meeting Room. 21st Sun of Ondine

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Balder Gresscott eyed up the various people in the room. It was a motley looking group. He looked through the paperwork, sighing. Various countries, various occupations, all of them arriving on the same day. The usual trials were small deals, taking two or three recruits out into the field and slaying a wargs nest. Those that didn't piss their pants and run crying earned a seal.

But here were seven souls, and everyone seemed to have some skill in various fields. A fighter. A monk. A mage. You rarely saw guild parties set out with such varied classes as these. Anyone of them could most likely find honest work elsewhere, but these times were difficult. And with the borders closed, that meant that none of them could easily leave Alexandria.

There was some understanding there. But what worried him more about the strange crew was the job for the day. This wasn't two or three wargs threatening a farmer's livestock. He thumbed through the pages and sighed.

A miniboro nest. Miniboros were the nickname of smaller Malboros. Smaller and weaker than the much deadlier beast, it was common knowledge that dealing with such creatures was still no easy task. A single malboro was a difficult task for a veteran party. If a single one of these creatures were to be left alive to grow, the damage it would do to the surrounding area would be extensive. But miniboros were deadly and crafty, much dangerous than a group of wargs.

Could he trust them with a task like this?

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

Chapter 1: The Hunters Guild

On the 21st Sun of Ondine, 7th different travelers all meet under what is thought to be inauspicious circumstances. All have come to the Alexandrian Hunter's Guild seeking membership, each for their own reasons. But what will follow will shape the history of the world.

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Introduction

The land of Atles has been involved in strife for countless centuries. Long ago, there were once four towers harnessing the natural elements of nature, all embodied into four crystals. Fire, Water, Air and Earth, these four crystals kept the natural world in harmony. However, the greed of mankind grew, and the crystals were harnessed for power. The crystals became corrupted and shattered, sending the land into chaos, destroying these towers, and bringing ruin to the world.

And yet life persisted in this harsh climate. Civilization grew, and without the power of the crystals, the world was forced to instead look to technology. Over time a new mineral was uncovered: Aldite. These minerals seemed to harness the power of the crystals elements, and scholars theorized that with the breaking of the crystals, their powers were released into the earth. While only harnessing a minuscule amount of power compared to the crystals, aldite was used in conjunction with growing technology to empower the races of Atles, eventually forming new kingdoms and empires which spanned the land.

With newfound power, the greed of many grows once more, and threatens the world. It will fall upon a new group of heroes to fight against this follow to save the world and bring the power of the crystals back, finally bringing balance again to the natural world.

About the Roleplay

The story brings multiple characters together to join the Hunter’s Guild. Beginning with a simple quest, they become embroiled in a greater battle against a dangerous and powerful foe, which culminates in deciding the fate of the entire world.

You know, Final Fantasy stuff.

Sorry to any readers creeping on this page! Sadly this roleplay is already full of hand-picked doom murderhead writers and most have their background information already put together and are ready to rock and roll. But you're welcome to read alongside this crazy thing. Also big ups to Inkarnate as always for knowing how to code because I sure as shootin' can't code for beans.

Other information and junk will follow shortly.

A Prompt for a slow-paced Space Pulp Venture

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A Prompt for a slow-paced Space Pulp Venture

Finally. The RP I helped create is her-

21 HOURS AGO!?

Goddamn it

You Can Become a Hero!

Since forcing Ink to help me make MHA Evolution a million years ago, I never expected to see this RP come back to life (twice!) and then surpass all expectations. I am proud of everyone, I am happy to still be apart of the GM-Team even when Ink wrested control away from me (for the benefit of everyone) and I couldn't ask for a nicer group of people to write with. Thank all of you guys. If I had a bunch of money and a scary amount of intel on all of you, I'd be sending you all a gift basket right now.

Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

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Smith's Rest | HQ Tram Station
January 16th, 2677

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The younger guy was from Saxony. He’d heard of that before. Was it from his books of old poetry? Something about a Holy Empire and lots of knights. It wasn’t as engaging as his arthurian tales, but he’d never been one to shy away from any surviving holo-novels of the old world. He remembered one character from the poems, a young knight named Roland. He eyed Demetrius up, wondering if that would be a good nickname.

"What brought you up to the frozen ass end of nowhere?"

Damnit. These kinds of questions were always the worst. It was always the needling, trying to uncover more about you, trying to sense up who you were or what weaknesses you held. ”Just looking for good work. My mech requires a lot of fine-tuning, some long stretch of regular work with a dedicated mechanic staff will do wonders compared to the kinds of rigging I usually have to do when I travel.” A half-truth was easier to explain than a simple lie. It was true that the Wolf constantly needed TLC, and he’d always been one to perform such tasks. He’d had the frame since living Dead Springs, and if he had his choice, he’d die inside of it as well.

Graham began to drone on and on about tests and doctors, and Alan fought the urge to complain about having to undergo tests when he’d called them. More hoops to jump through, but he was planning on jumping through every kind of hoop possible. He had too much to do up here. And here came the shoulder check. Goddamnit Ryn. He let the girl’s aggression go unchecked. There was no reason to get violent with a kid. Especially one he’d patched up more times than any. Since the moment he’d seen her again, his heart had started racing, and his stomach and been tied up in knots. Of all the places for her to show up…

He didn’t find her company disagreeable. It was the opposite. He felt comfortable around the girl, and that was reason enough to stay away. The moment you start getting chummy, talk about teaming up or staying together for the long haul-when you let them in, that’s when you leave the biggest weak spot open for anyone to take advantage of.