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7 yrs ago
When you see that you no longer owe anymore posts and have nothing to write *insanity ensues* Aaaaah!HSkjhaksjhdjf
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Hello all. I am an experienced writer who is writing my own fiction stories on the side. I can role play any genre. What I love most is being able to go-all-out when weaving tales with other writers. It just makes the story more interesting, so I can't wait to write with you. :)

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After Lapin left the tent, a few scientists peeked through the door flaps to make sure she had walked a good distance away before they turned back to head over to the lead scientist. No words were said as a computer was produced and set upon the table. A pair of cup headphones were placed over the lead scientist’s ears as he clicked on an application that produced a video call program. Appearing on the screen was a disturbing looking man with circular glasses and long black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“We have it,” the lead scientist reported.

The item was brought forth in a suitcase still attached to the square of hard sediment that it was found on.

The man on the screen, Professor Hojo, the corners of his lips budged in what could have been a pleased smile as his grey eyes settled on what appeared to be a musical instrument. A harp.

“Does anyone else know?” Professor Hojo asked.

“No,” the lead scientist replied. “The SOLDIERs have no idea what we’ve come here for.”

“Good. You’re finished then. Wrap up your business there and bring it to me at once.”

“What if the SOLDIERs ask about what we’ve found?”

“Then make up a story you idiot.”

The lead scientist tensed at the insult. “Ye-yes, Sir.”

The video call ended and the lead scientist removed his headphones.

“What did he say? He looked pleased,” one scientist asked.

“We’re done here. Pack everything up. If the SOLDIERs ask about the item, then tell them we found a rare fossil of an extinct Behemoth species.”

“Sounds good.”

One of the scientists removed from his lab coat a gun that made the hackles of the other scientists raise in fright. Instead of firing, two spheres embedded in the weapon began to glow, and a green energy shot out into the faces of the personnel. Immediately, they collapsed upon the floor asleep.

The scientist pursed his lips and released a soft whistle. The SOLDIERs and Shinra Troop guarding the tent turned inside and started picking up the scientists to place them into chairs and arrange their limbs into positions to make them look as though they were reading books, looking at a computer, or resting their eyes. The suitcase was picked up and the scientist followed by two SOLDIER 3rd Classes and a Shinra Troop left the tent headed for the helicopter. The remaining personnel returned to their posts outside the tent, guarding it.
@LeavesYou get 5 points to distribute throughout your stats and you pick a General Ability, Weapon, or a Special Ability. The General Ability comes from your character's game. Special Ability comes from Dream Land since that's where he is currently. You can't have all three. You can only have one. Either one General Weapon, one General Ability, One Special Weapon (Weapon from Dreamland), or One Special Ability (ability from Dream Land). Only one.
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Lurking in the shadows beneath the Sister Ray cannon, a yellow light brightened into existence. The whirs of robotic legs emitted from the dark as the massive spider-like machine or more like—cricket-like—crawled upside-down out of hiding. The sun revealed a machine that seemed to have a strange sentience as its cybernetic eye followed the descent of a SOLDIER 1st Class dismounting a helicopter. Its eye followed the SOLDIER as he landed at the end of the Sister Ray’s barrel and swiftly started racing toward the Command Post. It was when the SOLDIER made a second jump to leap down from the cannon that the Metal Cricket attacked. The machine’s lengthy hind legs swiftly extended with the boost of rockets. The massive machine launched from hiding headed straight for Alain with every intention to catch the SOLDIER mid-air.

The machine intended to violently slam the SOLDIER into the reinforced beams that held the cannon aloft. The Metal Cricket's thrusters at its belly would release a burst of flame that would expand in a fiery disc beneath it, before its pistons would compress, and allow it to once again effortlessly spring away onto the barrel of the Sister Ray where Alain had just previously left.

Somewhere in the Residential District


Meanwhile, in one of the many apartment buildings, sat a young woman in the dark. The windows were blotted out with old newspaper and hidden behind curtains. She had a headset about her head, veiling her eyes, and she was surrounded by three different laptops with wires branching out from them like snakes. There was a glass bulb that one of the wires was connected to, a device called a decoy that would send any tracers trying to pinpoint her location on a wild goose chase. Her trackers would be sent to several awkward places until they either lost their hair or their minds. She munched on some gum, her fingers moving in a blur between three different laptops and it hadn’t been to control any of the mechs she had sent on a rampage about the base. She had merely implanted a virus into their program that rewrote their programming. The machines were going to treat everyone and everything like a target except for those AVALANCHE personnel who were carrying a special sensor in the shape of a badge.

JAY: How’s that bomb coming along?
CHEESE: We almost got it finished. He’s programming it now.
JAY: I would have had that bomb set up in ten seconds!
CHEESE: Well, we can’t all be super computer geniuses. Nice job with the mechs by the way.
JAY: Thanks.
CHEESE: I can’t believe you managed to tame the Cricket.
JAY: Too easy.
CHEESE: Is anyone onto you yet?
JAY: What do you mean “yet?”
CHEESE: Oh no I didn’t mean it like that.
JAY: No. Junon will be blown to smithereens and we’ll be long gone before they even find me.


Sister Ray Leg


“Hey Biggs, how’s that bomb coming along?” asked a stout soldier. He was wearing a red bandana, steel shoulder pauldrons, a pizza-grease stained undershirt over a bulletproof vest and blue tactical pants that might have been stolen from a Shinra Troop once upon a time. His belly poked out from beneath his vest and shirt where a strap crossed his chest with several smoke canisters lining it, while at his hip were grenades.

Kneeling before a square explosive device was a man with camouflage paint smearing his face. A red headband was about his skull akin to Rambo, and he wore a green camo military uniform. An automatic rifle was slung behind his back and tactical gloves covered his hands while he tapped in the detonation time.

“30 minutes should be long enough for us to clear outta here, right?” Biggs asked Wedge.

Wedge turned in time to see the Metal Cricket fly out from hiding. One of the SOLDIERs had gotten too close to their operation.

“%^&!!” Wedge exclaimed.

Biggs peered over his shoulder, “What?!”

His eyes then widened at the sight of the Metal Cricket. “@#$%! 30 minutes it is. Let’s get outta here!”

“You got the remote right? In case someone tries to stop us?”

Biggs closed the box on the bomb and turned waving the remote around in his hand. Wedge sighed in relief.

“All right; let’s scram! I’ll text Jesse!”

CHEESE: We’re done! We’re moving out!
JAY: Gotcha!
CHEESE: We’ll wait for you at the rally point. Ping us if you need help!
JAY: Yeah, yeah…


All right guys, I got that GM post up. The Dreamlanders can use this time to discuss and better their strategy before the next battle because the next battle is going to be tougher. I mean, you can expect the battles after that one to grow harder and harder as the group nears the bottom.

As for the Spyro group, we're waiting on the Smash Arena business to finish there. So if you're in the Spyro group and not involved in the Smash Arena business, then that's what we're waiting on.

Day/Time: Day Two - Afternoon
Location: Dream Land Arc
Tagging: @Etherean Fire@Zarkun@Guardian Angel Haruki@Leaves





Level: 2
Day/Time: Day Two, Afternoon
Location: 6th Floor of the Butter Building
Tag: @Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Leaves@Etherean Fire
Word Count: 356




Inside the Butter Building, Between Fl. 6 and Fl. 5


Cloud stabbed his blade once more into the floor and ducked behind it as the rainbow beam fired from Marx’s mouth and expanded into the pillars that held the ceiling aloft. The SOLDIER peaked from behind his smoking sword at the bat as he laughed in his evident defeat. The creature was a sore loser. Even in death, he refused to admit his failure. At the mention of bringing down the house, Cloud glanced about at the pillars and cursed under his breath: #$%@!

Rising, he grasped the hilt of his sword and gave it a fancy twirl before sliding it into the blade mount on his back. He saw Frisk dragging Phoenix toward the door and Alicia calling for Banjo & Kazooie to come down from their perch. Cloud followed behind Frisk and Phoenix, wanting to make sure the lost lawyer got through and didn’t crowd the door when the rest of the team poured in. The stairwell down reminded Cloud of Guile’s brief. King Dedede was supposed to be at the top, but the successful/failed surprise attack and Marx’s stalling may had allowed the bird to escape to the bottom. Marx was only the first Elite General. There were more.

Crouching as the ceiling of the sixth floor came down with a crash, a bear and bird gliding to safety, and a plume of dust billowing into the stairwell, Cloud fanned the dust and debris from his face before he straightened and wandered further down the steps to get away from the smell and dust screen. He reminded the group, “If some of you are thinkin’ that Marx was too easy, he was only our first battle. Guile said the Butter Building had six floors with Elite Generals protecting King Dedede. If we’re gonna be fightin’ more, then we need to discuss our strategy.”

Cloud paused on the steps and turned to face Frisk as he asked, “Are you afraid of seein’ someone killed? Or do you have a fear of death? We could have ended that fight a lot quicker if you weren’t giving us orders to keep Marx alive. What’s going on?”



XP INITIATED!


GM Note: From here on out, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.



P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Frisk, Alicia Harnick, Phoenix Wright, Banjo & Kazooie, and Cloud.
@Kal-ElYes.
I'm going to try and get caught up tomorrow because my distractions will be at work and in school. They've really been taking up a lot of my personal time because I haven't been home in two years.
The Moving
Two Hours Before Departure | Afternoon


Left to Right: Sons of Blood 1st Row Leouric (Long Sword); Onion Head (Dual Axes); Horn Head (Dual Swords); 2nd Row Old Blood (Dual Hammers); Thief Blood (Dual Knives); and..."The Fat One" (it's actually a woman) (Club)


There was the quick slap of mud and then a weapon was plunged into the ground before an inhuman voice followed:

I fight with this one.

Leouric stared at the beast, his brown bushy brows crashing together in confusion. Was it a lizard? An overgrown lizard was the only logical explanation for it. A beastkin freak! Out of the corners of his eyes, Reed awkwardly glanced over to the creature next to him. The beast resembled a dragon of some sort. What was a cold-blooded creature doing so far north? He finally turned his head toward Hraakir—curiosity winning out—it was the reptile from the tent. One of his traveling companions. Pride and a desire to handle the situation on his own formed an irritable and stubborn lump in his chest that raised overconfident walls.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Reed told Hraakir.

“What the shite is that thing?” Leouric questioned.

Onion Head laughed, a large grin on his face. He glanced over at Horn Head, “It looks like ye’girl.”

Horn Head’s eyes widened with sparks of petulant rage as he looked over at Onion Head. The man snarled like an animal, spittle firing off his lips in an attempt at intimidation. The Son’s response had been enough to silence the Onion Head’s laughter as he suppressed his mirth behind a turned cheek and smirk.

A feline walking along like an old woman and searching the ground with her cane was next to join the already weird party that was forming before the Sons. The blind cat was poking her nose where it didn’t belong.

“More an’ more keep on showin’ up…” Old Blood grumbled.

“You must be lost kitty-cat. You don’t wanna be wanderin’ inta’ this!” Leouric warned.

There was an irritated scowl on Reed’s face. First the dragon man and then the blind, dead-carrying beastkin from the tent had wandered over to join them. He regretted being early, but he hadn’t had much of a choice. The Sons would have tracked him down eventually or harmed another to lure him out. His grey eyes were tense. He sternly responded to Raux, “Not. Now.”

Reed’s eyes motioned away from Leouric to three guards who were approaching the face-off from the side. Leouric saw the paladin’s attention shift and he followed his eyes, turning toward the multiple boots that were squelching through the mud toward them.

Alright, everyone, calm down…

Reed saw that the smelly dwarf was with them. He was a guard? Really? He couldn’t believe it. Leouric slapped his hand against his chest and growled, “He beat me witha’ rock! Where were ya when that happened, huh? You should lock’im up!”

“Yeah!”

“AYE!”

As the dwarf demanded that they all put their weapons down, the Sons barked their protests. Reed momentarily made no motion and then lowered his hammer. Leouric’s face turned red as he angrily demanded, “What the sheep-fuck are you doin’?”

Reed glanced from Leouric to Duren with a nonchalant expression and then took a few steps back. If the guards were taking the situation over, then he wasn’t going to get involved. It spared him from having to suffer having the dragon and the cat get involved—who knew what that was going to look like.

“This is not over!” Leouric bellowed. “Coward! Yo’r afraid ova’ few guards!...And a dwarf!”

Leouric rolled an eye as he raised his hammer to set it on Kheluz’s flank mount. If the skinhead hadn’t lost his hair due to brain-loss, then he would have known that the dwarf was always the one to worry about. It had happened unexpectedly. A steel axe went flipping through the air over Leouric’s shoulder and toward the paladin. Reed had been turning to face the group when his heart skipped in his chest upon seeing the projectile. He dipped his shoulder back, his hood tumbling as his black hair swung out. The axe cleaved a few ends off. His single eye was wide, pupil shrunk in shock. It had been the axe that started the conflict for charging him, Hraakir, and Raux were the Sons looking for blood. Leouric was the first to out-run the group, eager in his bloodlust for revenge.

The skinhead had approached too quickly for Reed to reclaim Glosgnir. With two hands gripping his long sword, Leouric wildly swung the blade: downward swipe, upward swipe, across. Reed led the red-faced barbarian in an evasive dance of leaning, turns, and stepping back around the backside of his horse. He slapped Kheluz on the rear cheek, and with a whinny, the diremane shifted his weight onto his fore-hooves and raised his massive back-hooves off the ground. Clumps of mud fell from the great horse’s shoes, exposing the metal grafts that made Leouric’s eyes near bulge from his sockets before they kicked out to slam into the man’s chest and send him skyward, 12-feet into the air and flying a few yards across the mud. His long sword splashed onto the muddy ground and Reed made a motion to grab it before he paused. His hand hovered over the blade for a second before he decided against it.


Summary: The fight begins.
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