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Old and beaten hat, don't take anything I say to heart because it only rarely comes from my own. Been waving around this RP stick for 12+ years, and if there's one thing I've learned it's that keeping things interesting is top dog. I'll take a character who is interesting and challenging for both me and the plot over the same group of misfit archetypes any day of the week. Plots follow the same rules. Unless it breaks the mold somehow, I'm just not that into it.
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So, with apologies, it looks like I just won't have time to keep up with this. My rule is that if I start missing my self-set deadlines and saying I'm going to post and then not posting, it becomes time to consider dropping out. I don't like lagging behind and making promises I can't keep (I don't imagine anybody likes it) so if I'm not going to have time, then I need to back out. It's nothing personal, life just changes after you move and I don't have as much time as I used to. Sorry if I've let anybody down, and have fun with the rest of the RP, guys. It's been fun.
I'll get a post up in the next day or two at most. Stuff is still a bit up in the air, and I had two other threads to tend to, so I'm pretty beat at the moment, but I'll have time to get something down tomorrow I bet. Thanks for understanding, it's been... interesting.
Aight, it's reeeeal late at night, but there's a post. I've cleaned everything up to make up for the holdup on my end, and we can proceed from here in whichever way. Reaper can proceed however he sees fit (either barging in or calling it a day to be safe) and Traction can do some work while everyone else works on the cargo itself. I do realize that the way I left the post, there's still room for action from Recluse, actually disarming the CDs and all, but I wanted to leave some room for everyone to get on the same page, and for Reaper to interject if he's gonna. Plus it's a bit of a good opportunity to play some catch-up and get re-oriented. Go figure, moving all the way across the second largest populated country in the world is a bit disorienting @_@.
Anyway, back on regular schedule from here. I'm as settled as I'm gonna get. If you don't feel like there's room for your character to get a proper post in, I understand, just let me know so I can take it into account when we move forward.
Anyway, back on regular schedule from here. I'm as settled as I'm gonna get. If you don't feel like there's room for your character to get a proper post in, I understand, just let me know so I can take it into account when we move forward.
What a horror show. Didn't matter how many times Recluse saw drek like this, the shock never really went away. If he wasn't already hopped up three ways to sunday, something like this might have sent the shock right through his spine, crippling his trigger finger to the point of uselessness.
Thank god for Big Pharma and his slummy little cousin.
From his vantage point on high, above all the smoke and muzzle flash, the situation was clear. Several orks, poorly equipped and pretty clearly unsure of what they'd gotten themselves into, were all incapped. The lucky ones got a stray bullet to the brain. The unlucky ones had to feel themselves go haywire from the inside out. Ah, the unfortunate situation of bringing endless muscle to a matrix fight.
Speaking of muscle, there were a few trolls left standing. It seemed like they'd been a bit more prepared than the orks. Somebody had clued them in that there was going to be a raid sometime soon, they hadn't even bat an eye at the opposition and sudden outbreak of gunfire. He filed that in his brain for later. Now wasn't the time to analyze this, but who had let them on? Or was their target so important that guards like these were posted the whole time...? What was going on here?
Amidst the carnage, he saw Traction enter the building. Her dirty work was mostly done outside where it was safe. It was an envious position, though maybe he wasn't the right person to be saying that from his position up in the rafters. But the fact that she'd come in the doors meant that everybody was accounted for. If Kali had run out through the break room doors, that meant that room was probably accounted for. Very accounted for. That being the case, they just needed to clear up the people here, then. Recluse didn't really dare come down from his vantage point while there were folks spewing bullets every which way, but he could take a little potshot here and there. One troll entered his sights, having been tall enough to be visible through the smoke.
"If you wanna curse somebody," he muttered sluggishly to nobody but himself, "curse your parents for giving you those genes." Some sort of battle sense made the troll aim his gun upwards toward the ceiling just as Recluse braced his body against the stiff rafters and fired a shot. The trog's instinct was good, but it wasn't enough to save him. With the sound of a small bomb going off (there wasn't any need for a silencer in an echo chamber like this) the rifle bullet crashed straight through the barrel of the troll's assault rifle, ripping the steel to shreds in his hands, before entering his ribs, doing equal damage to everything in his chest that ribs were usually supposed to protect. It wasn't flashy amidst the flair and carnage that was happening around them, but for Recluse, a shot like that was always satisfying.
---
This job had been made for them. Their team was overflowing with destructive power, and a job like this wasn't even in their league. Even the group of what were likely trained mercs weren't ready for their assault, and with minimal cleanup, and a bit of time, the warehouse was 'cleared out.' Or at least, for their purposes it was.
The devastation wasn't going to go away that easily, and it was far from a clean run. White dust and debris coated everything in the main room, broken up by cones of dark red and brown blood, and a couple of bodies still twitching from their nerves literally frying. Bullet casings were lodged in just about every cranny, and most of the stock on the main floor was garbage now, or else somebody was going to get a little more lead and brass than they bargained for.
"What a shitshow," Recluse sighed as he climbed down from his position in the ceiling, hanging down from a wire clipped to his belt like some kind of doped up spider, which was probably a little on the nose.
"I guess this is the messy part done, but now we've got to figure out what to do with these CDs, right? And if we're gonna tamper with records, maybe now's the time, Miss Traction, while the rest of us figure this out." He didn't mean it in any pointed way, but there was probably no way of saying it that would put him in Traction's good books anyway. As if there was an open slot for Recluse there in the first place. There was no need to comment on their efficiency. When it came to putting bullets in dudes, it was hard to match their team, so this outcome was expected. It'd be easy money, if not for the remaining factor of getting the CDs dispelled, out the door, and on their way to the boss before the fuzz showed up. Now came the real work.
Thank god for Big Pharma and his slummy little cousin.
From his vantage point on high, above all the smoke and muzzle flash, the situation was clear. Several orks, poorly equipped and pretty clearly unsure of what they'd gotten themselves into, were all incapped. The lucky ones got a stray bullet to the brain. The unlucky ones had to feel themselves go haywire from the inside out. Ah, the unfortunate situation of bringing endless muscle to a matrix fight.
Speaking of muscle, there were a few trolls left standing. It seemed like they'd been a bit more prepared than the orks. Somebody had clued them in that there was going to be a raid sometime soon, they hadn't even bat an eye at the opposition and sudden outbreak of gunfire. He filed that in his brain for later. Now wasn't the time to analyze this, but who had let them on? Or was their target so important that guards like these were posted the whole time...? What was going on here?
Amidst the carnage, he saw Traction enter the building. Her dirty work was mostly done outside where it was safe. It was an envious position, though maybe he wasn't the right person to be saying that from his position up in the rafters. But the fact that she'd come in the doors meant that everybody was accounted for. If Kali had run out through the break room doors, that meant that room was probably accounted for. Very accounted for. That being the case, they just needed to clear up the people here, then. Recluse didn't really dare come down from his vantage point while there were folks spewing bullets every which way, but he could take a little potshot here and there. One troll entered his sights, having been tall enough to be visible through the smoke.
"If you wanna curse somebody," he muttered sluggishly to nobody but himself, "curse your parents for giving you those genes." Some sort of battle sense made the troll aim his gun upwards toward the ceiling just as Recluse braced his body against the stiff rafters and fired a shot. The trog's instinct was good, but it wasn't enough to save him. With the sound of a small bomb going off (there wasn't any need for a silencer in an echo chamber like this) the rifle bullet crashed straight through the barrel of the troll's assault rifle, ripping the steel to shreds in his hands, before entering his ribs, doing equal damage to everything in his chest that ribs were usually supposed to protect. It wasn't flashy amidst the flair and carnage that was happening around them, but for Recluse, a shot like that was always satisfying.
---
This job had been made for them. Their team was overflowing with destructive power, and a job like this wasn't even in their league. Even the group of what were likely trained mercs weren't ready for their assault, and with minimal cleanup, and a bit of time, the warehouse was 'cleared out.' Or at least, for their purposes it was.
The devastation wasn't going to go away that easily, and it was far from a clean run. White dust and debris coated everything in the main room, broken up by cones of dark red and brown blood, and a couple of bodies still twitching from their nerves literally frying. Bullet casings were lodged in just about every cranny, and most of the stock on the main floor was garbage now, or else somebody was going to get a little more lead and brass than they bargained for.
"What a shitshow," Recluse sighed as he climbed down from his position in the ceiling, hanging down from a wire clipped to his belt like some kind of doped up spider, which was probably a little on the nose.
"I guess this is the messy part done, but now we've got to figure out what to do with these CDs, right? And if we're gonna tamper with records, maybe now's the time, Miss Traction, while the rest of us figure this out." He didn't mean it in any pointed way, but there was probably no way of saying it that would put him in Traction's good books anyway. As if there was an open slot for Recluse there in the first place. There was no need to comment on their efficiency. When it came to putting bullets in dudes, it was hard to match their team, so this outcome was expected. It'd be easy money, if not for the remaining factor of getting the CDs dispelled, out the door, and on their way to the boss before the fuzz showed up. Now came the real work.
Oh boy, she'd walked into a puzzle box. Not exactly my forte... Still, she'd take a reunion with her friends plus puzzle over the alternative. As usual, all of her concern had been for nothing.
Well, not exactly nothing. She still had no freaking idea what was going on.
She wasn't really the type to get sentimental, but it did feel good seeing everybody again. It was only digital, but Crystal's hug felt pretty okay, she guessed. Even though it's digital. Whatever. Now that she was with everybody again, she didn't need to think about it anymore.
Thankful for the distraction, even if it was an intelligence-type distraction, she listened to Apex's dissection of the puzzle. His logical mind was pretty good at this sort of thing, even in a weird situation like this. Cypher had to give credit where it was due. Her strength was in her impulsiveness - brute force solutions to overcomplicated problems. Gordian Knot-type stuff. Would it be useful here?
"...This book wants us to write down what we value above all- something we couldn't be happy without," explained Apex. Cypher frowned. Everybody else in the group seemed perturbed at this revelation as well, including Apex himself.
"So... Who wants to go first?"
Cypher glanced around at the members present. Atomik seemed to be waiting for something... maybe she just didn't want to take first dibs. BreGle was nonchalantly standing watch like he said he was going to. Apex wasn't exactly chomping at the bit either. You guys... Damn. It wasn't really unexpected. Who wanted to spill their deep secrets to who-knows-who? As far as they could tell, this place could be feeding info to a hacker group, other nations, even the entire world wasn't out of the question. For a group brought together mostly by combat, maybe they weren't ready to bare all just yet.
"Tch... You guys are the worst. Is this the only obstacle in our way? Fine, give it here, this is about the only thing I'm good for anyway. You damned hackers, or goons, or the whole damned planet for all I care, you'd better watch carefully!" After a bold statement to the cosmos, she snatched the book out of Apex's hands. She thought for just a split second before heaving a world-weary sigh and scribbling some words near the top of the page:
"My names."
After such a momentous revelation, she was expecting some sort of fanfare, maybe a fairy godmother to come out and tell them they'd solved the puzzle and could go to the ball. But such things were absent. She didn't like it, but it was obvious why. Cypher wasn't so important on her own that this puzzle could be solved by only her.
"What, you think I'm gonna write some sappy crap like 'My friends~'? Get real, losers! Of course. I'm only step one. Which means step two is... Hoi!" Without warning, she side-hand chucked the book over to the nearby Crystal. "Let's go now, Leader, better think fast or I'm gonna stage a mutiny. Let's see them juicy secrets." Her words were harsh, but her voice was singsong like she was caught in some eternal comedy routine. It was plain as day that Cypher had put up a bunch of walls in response to having to bare her soul. It wasn't like she went around everywhere telling folks what she valued most - it was the opposite, really. She wasn't shy about slamming her family at every possible opportunity. And she didn't like the fact that she'd received her name from people like them. But it was the first thing she had ever possessed for herself. In that light, it had infinite value for her. And after having to 'fess up to a secret like that... well, of course she was gonna beat a hasty retreat into herself. The only reason she was able to come out and write it in the first place was because she could act without thinking.
Still, it was Crystal's turn. After the book left her hands, Cypher turned on her heels, clasped her hands behind her head like she was resting on a pillow and 'casually' began strolling around the room, taking interest in small objects or just the architecture. She figured the rest of the group's secrets weren't her business, and she didn't really care to pry. They'd say something if they wanted to, otherwise, Cypher was happy to just leave this business behind her. "Y'all better solve all the rest of these riddles on your own. I'm gonna be over here looking at flowers or some garbage like that. Call me if you need something beat up."
Well, not exactly nothing. She still had no freaking idea what was going on.
She wasn't really the type to get sentimental, but it did feel good seeing everybody again. It was only digital, but Crystal's hug felt pretty okay, she guessed. Even though it's digital. Whatever. Now that she was with everybody again, she didn't need to think about it anymore.
Thankful for the distraction, even if it was an intelligence-type distraction, she listened to Apex's dissection of the puzzle. His logical mind was pretty good at this sort of thing, even in a weird situation like this. Cypher had to give credit where it was due. Her strength was in her impulsiveness - brute force solutions to overcomplicated problems. Gordian Knot-type stuff. Would it be useful here?
"...This book wants us to write down what we value above all- something we couldn't be happy without," explained Apex. Cypher frowned. Everybody else in the group seemed perturbed at this revelation as well, including Apex himself.
"So... Who wants to go first?"
Cypher glanced around at the members present. Atomik seemed to be waiting for something... maybe she just didn't want to take first dibs. BreGle was nonchalantly standing watch like he said he was going to. Apex wasn't exactly chomping at the bit either. You guys... Damn. It wasn't really unexpected. Who wanted to spill their deep secrets to who-knows-who? As far as they could tell, this place could be feeding info to a hacker group, other nations, even the entire world wasn't out of the question. For a group brought together mostly by combat, maybe they weren't ready to bare all just yet.
"Tch... You guys are the worst. Is this the only obstacle in our way? Fine, give it here, this is about the only thing I'm good for anyway. You damned hackers, or goons, or the whole damned planet for all I care, you'd better watch carefully!" After a bold statement to the cosmos, she snatched the book out of Apex's hands. She thought for just a split second before heaving a world-weary sigh and scribbling some words near the top of the page:
"My names."
After such a momentous revelation, she was expecting some sort of fanfare, maybe a fairy godmother to come out and tell them they'd solved the puzzle and could go to the ball. But such things were absent. She didn't like it, but it was obvious why. Cypher wasn't so important on her own that this puzzle could be solved by only her.
"What, you think I'm gonna write some sappy crap like 'My friends~'? Get real, losers! Of course. I'm only step one. Which means step two is... Hoi!" Without warning, she side-hand chucked the book over to the nearby Crystal. "Let's go now, Leader, better think fast or I'm gonna stage a mutiny. Let's see them juicy secrets." Her words were harsh, but her voice was singsong like she was caught in some eternal comedy routine. It was plain as day that Cypher had put up a bunch of walls in response to having to bare her soul. It wasn't like she went around everywhere telling folks what she valued most - it was the opposite, really. She wasn't shy about slamming her family at every possible opportunity. And she didn't like the fact that she'd received her name from people like them. But it was the first thing she had ever possessed for herself. In that light, it had infinite value for her. And after having to 'fess up to a secret like that... well, of course she was gonna beat a hasty retreat into herself. The only reason she was able to come out and write it in the first place was because she could act without thinking.
Still, it was Crystal's turn. After the book left her hands, Cypher turned on her heels, clasped her hands behind her head like she was resting on a pillow and 'casually' began strolling around the room, taking interest in small objects or just the architecture. She figured the rest of the group's secrets weren't her business, and she didn't really care to pry. They'd say something if they wanted to, otherwise, Cypher was happy to just leave this business behind her. "Y'all better solve all the rest of these riddles on your own. I'm gonna be over here looking at flowers or some garbage like that. Call me if you need something beat up."
Yeah, it's been a rough ride, but I bet I can get something up tomorrow. Things have settled down very slightly.
Sorry for the radio silence, all. It seems like I clocked in a bit early, thinking I'd have some stable time to write regularly. A bit premature, seeing as I do not have that yet. It's taken me this long to sort things out and go through everything, so I haven't had any time to write things yet. That said, tomorrow I should have time to kick myself in the ass and post something so things can roll along a little smoother than they've had opportunity to these past couple weeks. I'm not expecting any further holdup on my end, so thanks for all the patience.
Also, haven't looked over IC stuff yet, but addressing (now super old) OOC questions that had come up... Cath will be officially dropped, meaning that she'll be an NPC. I have no intentions of controlling her more than I have to, it's just not something I find fun, so we can pretty much do whatever in that regard. Iunno, if somebody has an actual plan they'd want to enact IC, let me know.
As far as augs go for our trogs, (if any are left, like I said, haven't run through the IC yet) they've all got smartlinks, a couple with wired reflexes, a fake limb or two (go nuts, I'm not gonna clamp down on the nitty gritty, do what you want within reason.) Nobody's got anything way out of whack, but the standard samurai kit is basically present, just scattered in between them.
As far as augs go for our trogs, (if any are left, like I said, haven't run through the IC yet) they've all got smartlinks, a couple with wired reflexes, a fake limb or two (go nuts, I'm not gonna clamp down on the nitty gritty, do what you want within reason.) Nobody's got anything way out of whack, but the standard samurai kit is basically present, just scattered in between them.
Alright folks, I am back with internet. I'll be taking my time to read through everything I've missed and work towards posts. Please bear with me, since there's a lot of stuff I gotta take care of still. Just wanted to let you guys know I am technically back on the grid.
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