KoiPond

Rise of Humanity!

“Stop saying we’re lost, you aren’t adding anything constructive to our predicament.” Darren mumbled to his inanimate dog. “No one likes a backseat driver...”

They had been walking for quite some time and Darren unplugged his hard drives to save energy since the ability to recharge them with solar energy was waning due to the cloudy sky. Clearly, the journey was feeling more and more useless with each step that was taken.

“If I hear one more word about how I can’t find my way out of a paper bag, I will reconsider our friendship...” the imaginary personalities were starting to annoy Darren. “You know what? Fine, I’m not that sane, I’m talking to a stuffed animal, but unless we stumble upon a rehabilitation group before we get there, the only help I can receive is love and supportive gestures from you.” Darren gridded his teeth and clenched his fists, he took the bag off and threw it on the ground and tried to calm his breathing. “What do you mean you see a therapy circle ahead? What lies are you making up to...oh look at that, people.” Darren picked up the bag and hugged it, “You’re the best friendship companion in the world!”

Darren reattached his backpack, took a deep breath and headed towards the group, attempting to look like he had some form of “style” with his current energy level. He softly spoke to his stuffed dog, "I need you to be cool and not call attention to yourself, last thing we need is these guys thinking I'm insane or something." Andrea Bocelli's rendition of "Funiculi Funicula" danced in his head as he inched his way towards the group.

Rise of Humanity!

The sounds of wind blowing through the crevices in what remained of an old building gave Darren peace of mind. While being conscious, he really had no desire to open his eyes. He weighed his options softly to himself.

“I should probably get up, meh, but at the same time this is a really nice cement floor, the dust makes it feel soft.”

Slowly, he opened his eyes and took a long yawn. Around him were various backpacks and bags loosely filled with items he’d stolen, each one a trophy to his ego. “Wouldn’t it be magical if I ‘borrowed’ some food and forgot about it?” he chuckled to himself. As he opened bag after bag, sifting through the stolen junk, he eyed each piece with a small memory of the day when it came into his life. There was that shirt he’d taken from a narcoleptic man in the park, the baseball that was hit over the fence and he told the small kids he didn’t know where it went and, of course, Lucky, his stuffed dog that he’d had since a small child. “Huh” he came across something he didn’t remember taking. A sealed white envelope without a name or return address, but he also found a can of pork and beans, so that took priority.

After the beans were cooked, he opened the letter to give him some accompanying thoughts as he finished his breakfast. The letter started “You and several other recruits will undertake a top-secret mission” and continued from there. Two options came to mind as he continued skimming the letter. On one hand, he could do the just thing and ignore the letter, after all, it probably wasn’t for him and there was no way he could get to the meeting place at the designated time. On the other hand, being fashionably late is common for those of the upper class and he might be able to have a little fun and also potentially get some loose cash and items as well. “What do you think, Lucky?” he said as he looked at his faithful stuffed companion. “Fine, but you can’t come. Because what would they say, honestly, they’d think I was crazy.” The stuffed dog looked back with dead, plastic eyes. “I’m sorry, how about you stay here and I bring you a big steak when I get back?” No response. “Fine, I’ll take one of the backpacks and you can ride in it, but don’t call attention to yourself, got it?”

Darren stood up, dumped out one of the backpacks and put Lucky, an assorted handfuls of other items and the letter in it. He waved farewell to his loot, someone would probably find it and remove it while he was out. As he walked out of the building, he grabbed two hard-drives off the solar-charger and connected them to his belt and the XLR cables. He started towards the general direction of the landing pad mentioned in the letter, and chose random play on the hard-drives to accompany the start of his journey. He muttered to himself, “I’ve always wanted to be fashionably late anyway” as he left the abandoned building behind.

Rise of Humanity!

This sounds like a lot of fun, so I tried to make a CS, if I did something wrong, please tell me. Learning is important.

CS

Name: Darren “Playback” Chater

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Darren is from Scottish heritage wears a baggy jacket, black dress pants, a plain white t-shirt and a loosened tie. His hair is grimy and brown, usually hidden under a trilby, and needs corrective eyewear to see well. His black golf-gloves are sewed into his skin and he usually wears red cloth shoes. He’s around 5’7 and slim but looks bigger because of the baggy jacket.

Personality: Darreb is cocky, often rude and doesn’t respect people he feels take the world of sounds for granted. He also can talk for hours without saying anything, usually as a distraction to steal from people. Darren loves sound and the musical genre “sound collage” and enjoys every second of non-silence since he gained the ability to hear. He’s a self-described “Audiophile” and very proud of it.

History: Upon birth, everyone is a unique combination of elements, for the most part births are a joyous occasion, full of memories and the birth of a new soul to the world. Darren Chater was born deaf and the one thing he always wanted was to hear. His parents were supportive of him, but fought when they were alone. Out of a feeling of guilt and shame, he ran away. He started pick-pocketing for cash and hoped one day to have enough money for an operation. Much for his luck, he ran across an add for a trial experiment by a group of scientists, if it worked, he might be able to hear again.

He dreamt of the days when he would sit around and just listen to music, to know more about it than just the vibrations it emitted, so he signed up and went in for the operation.

The experiment was simple as Doctor Valentine had been studying the audial system all his life, but due to the unrest in the world, funding would never come. But if Valentine was able to cure the deaf with his experiment, maybe someone would pay him to equip their soldiers with this new type of sound combat. If XLR cables could combine with the audial and nerve systems, it could make the body a deadly weapon, one that might be able to emit and manipulate soundwaves into invisible weaponry. An entire army of people shooting invisible bullets, no one would stand a chance, and what a thrill to find someone who was so eager to be a test subject for the slight chance of getting his hearing back.

The operation day arrived and Valentine went to work on Darren. He inserted cables and fused the fibers with his spinal cord along with a few to his nerves and brain. The cables entered from where his spine met his hip bones and exited through his wrists. The doctor then sewed gloves onto his hands with tiny speakers in each finger. The last step was to put two hard drives and connect them to the XLR cables to allow the wearer to record and use audio, since he’d net to figure out how to utilize live soundwaves. Finally, the procedure was over.

“Darren...Darren?” Darren opened his eyes in shock. He could hear, but he was in pain, more pain than he’d ever experienced before. His body was rejecting the operation. Valentine had to work fast, his future was on the line, so with no time to anesthetic, he cut open Darren’s back and fused more of the cable to his audial nerves. Darren let out a scream of pain, then everything went quiet, until he heard the scream again, but from his fingers as he shook the operating table vigorously, breaking the restraints. In a panic he rushed out before the good Doctor could fix his mistake.

As time continued, the pain lessened and Darren not only learned how to use his new power, but also how to make barriers with soundwaves. It wouldn’t be something to aid him in robbing a bank to get the operation reversed, but it might be useful to someone who needs someone that can become an impervious meat shield.

Skills: The mutation mainly made his reactions quicker, he can move with spilt-second precision, but he can’t run fast or up walls, it’s only usable in short bursts. He also is a pretty good pick-pocket.

Powers: Music Manipulation. More specifically, Darren has the ability to create barriers using soundwaves/audioforms. Since sound bounces and ripples outward, to keep a barrier going, he must constantly harness and manipulate the sounds he uses, almost like he’s playing an invisible rhythm game. But, he can only use recorded sounds or music and he feels using the same song or sound twice is “cheating” and refuses to just use one waveform over and over again. He also can use the waves to remove small, light objects from places, such as bullets from people who have been shot. He can record any sound, dialogue or song and play it back for his own manipulation, hence “Playback” being his nickname.

Rookies (A fantasy roleplay based on level 1 protagonists)

I'd be interested in trying.

Rebuilding humanity (Recruitment thread)

Is it too late to join this? It sounds like a lot of fun.

Salutations and Hello

Hello, my name is Daniel and a long time ago in high school, I used to be apart of this old forum that did role-plays and eventually turned the stories into archived summaries for after it was closed (for others to read later) not that I'm suggesting that I want to do that again (so many finger cramps...) but I do miss being part of stories with other people and a friend suggested I try out this place so I said, what the heck, I don't have college anymore, could be fun. I hope that wasn't too rude to use that word... Anyway, I might need a little time for the common sense to kick in (I realized after about 3 minutes that OOC was what I assume is "Out of Character" and IC is "In Character" unless I got that completely wrong) but I'm willing to try and hopefully have fun!

Cheers,
Dan