This looks like it could be fun. Would the RP take after some of the hammy-ness and over the top nature of House of the Dead and Resident Evil?
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That's too bad to hear. I'd offer to take this on, but I'm currently working on a RP that's a bit mechanically similar and I wouldn't want to GM two similar RPs at the same time. If someone else wants to take this idea on though, I'd be up for joining it.
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If this is still going, I'm interested.
Oh man, that's awful. I'm sorry Hex, that's all seriously screwed up. I hope things manage to turn around for you.
Well. The Spiritum chat got deleted.
I think it was said in the chat at some point that we can summon/materialize our weapons for the sake of convenience, though I don't know if that was only for our main weapons or extended to guns and tools as well.
"Ugh, Lily," Lee groaned when Setzer brought her up, "I seriously don't get why you all pop wood for her. I mean yeah she's hot but have you even heard her laugh? She sounds like a jackal that had its voice box replaced with a squeaky toy! That's not even mentioning the rumors about her snoring, I hear the poor girls in Barrack 3 have to wear ear plugs! You guys can have her, I'd probably kill myself if I had to spend a whole night with her!" He took a swig out of the bottle since no one else seemed to want the first-but-not-really drink, before then letting out a sigh as he continued his rant. Setzer had started climbing a tree but he continued regardless, making his voice grow louder the further Setzer climbed up and away from them. "Is it the boobs? Do you guys just like her boobs? They're not even that special, you've got a bigger chest than her, Setzer! What've you got there anyway, some double... double..."
His voice trailed as he saw the fiery affair that occurred in the sky above them. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as it crashed beyond the horizon in a destructive magical explosion.
"Holy shit..." Lee managed to say in awe, hardly able to believe his eyes. He'd been trained for situations like these, but to actually see it and experience it, it was overwhelming. "That was a Vangar ship, right? The hell's it doing all the way out here?" He nearly dropped his bottle when Gideon said there could be more than one flying around. "Dude don't even say something like that! Ugh, what the hell, this was supposed to be our last golden day of fun. I didn't want to have to deal with this crap..." Seeing as their trip was now basically over, he half-heartedly sealed and put away his bottle. He really wanted to drink more of it, it was almost too good, but unfortunately he did have a duty he was supposed to keep to.
"I don't have any reception either," Lee then commented, having checked his phone once the others began to notice communications were down, "You think they maybe shot a tower down? Whatever's going on, communications going down like this kinda suggests that was all more than just some random firefight. That's some Tactics 101 type shit, whoever did it probably didn't want their enemies calling for help. Unless...there's an ulterior motive, but it's probably nothing we can figure out from here." He folded his arms over his chest, not in irritation, but in ponderment. He could definitely agree with Setzer's statement: What the fuck was going on here?
Lee listened once Zimmy returned from her short recon session from the tree tops, and was able to paint a better picture thanks to the information she'd given.
"A pod, huh? So there's at least one survivor, then. Did you see anyone escaping from it? Because if it's still unopened, then the person in it is either trapped, unconscious, or dead after all. Just more of a reason to hurry up and get over there already." He looked over at the others. "Anyone got a plan that can get us over the river? I'm not really fond of the idea of just swimming through it, not at these temperatures." He drew his jacket even closer for good measure.
His voice trailed as he saw the fiery affair that occurred in the sky above them. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as it crashed beyond the horizon in a destructive magical explosion.
"Holy shit..." Lee managed to say in awe, hardly able to believe his eyes. He'd been trained for situations like these, but to actually see it and experience it, it was overwhelming. "That was a Vangar ship, right? The hell's it doing all the way out here?" He nearly dropped his bottle when Gideon said there could be more than one flying around. "Dude don't even say something like that! Ugh, what the hell, this was supposed to be our last golden day of fun. I didn't want to have to deal with this crap..." Seeing as their trip was now basically over, he half-heartedly sealed and put away his bottle. He really wanted to drink more of it, it was almost too good, but unfortunately he did have a duty he was supposed to keep to.
"I don't have any reception either," Lee then commented, having checked his phone once the others began to notice communications were down, "You think they maybe shot a tower down? Whatever's going on, communications going down like this kinda suggests that was all more than just some random firefight. That's some Tactics 101 type shit, whoever did it probably didn't want their enemies calling for help. Unless...there's an ulterior motive, but it's probably nothing we can figure out from here." He folded his arms over his chest, not in irritation, but in ponderment. He could definitely agree with Setzer's statement: What the fuck was going on here?
Lee listened once Zimmy returned from her short recon session from the tree tops, and was able to paint a better picture thanks to the information she'd given.
"A pod, huh? So there's at least one survivor, then. Did you see anyone escaping from it? Because if it's still unopened, then the person in it is either trapped, unconscious, or dead after all. Just more of a reason to hurry up and get over there already." He looked over at the others. "Anyone got a plan that can get us over the river? I'm not really fond of the idea of just swimming through it, not at these temperatures." He drew his jacket even closer for good measure.
"Yep, definitely flashy," Lee commented as Zimmy set off her fireworks show, and flashed a thumbs up. "Nicely done. Though your landing could've been better, you've had waaaay better wipeouts in the past." Zimmy's not-so-graceful landing was why Theta then began to say how she wouldn't heal anyone who got themselves hurt, which Lee could only raise an eyebrow at. It wasn't as if he completely knew her, but still, he couldn't imagine her not taking the opportunity to show off her on-field healing capabilities, though maybe "show off" wasn't really the correct phrasing here. Besides, seeing as Zimmy was her friend she'd probably be at her side in a heartbeat if she was ever seriously injured.
"I'm up for a spooky ghost summoning party," Lee replied to Theta when she brought it up, "But...I don't think anyone here specializes in spirit channeling. Besides you, I think Trent and Gal are the only other ones with an impressive enough connection to the Mist to be able to take a shot at it, but they're kind of busy being productive right now." He himself hadn't even lifted a finger to help yet, he was too lazy for that, but everyone else was fine doing all the work so it was all good. And, let's be real here: nobody expected him to pull his equal weight on this trip. Though that made him wonder why he even was invited, he didn't bring much to the table besides his humor and amazing personality (if he did say so himself), unless everyone was just friendly enough with him to want to bring him along regardless. If that was it, well, he supposed he'd take it.
Soon after this, Gideon called for everyone to gather around a campfire he'd made. Thank God someone had the bright idea to get a fire going, he hadn't been looking forward to dying of frostbite during the night.
"About time, you took so long I thought you were gonna make us freeze our asses off all night," Lee grinned as he took a spot beside the campfire, "And sorry Princey, but you can't blame me for all the good stuff running dry. Believe it or not, Trent's one hell of a drinker, I couldn't get more than a swig out of the Winter Coat before he took it back. And with Setzer and Zimmy here too, I'm surprised we didn't run out of drinks on the way here. But no worries, I came prepared." He still had a trick up his sleeve, or in this case in his jacket. He reached inside of it, and pulled out a rather large and almost full bottle of expensive-looking vodka.
"Ta-dah, or whatever! This is some of the good shit: Black Onyx, agely fined and everything." He blinked, then laughed a bit, having meant to say "finely aged". "A-Anyway, I took it from some party Setzer dragged me to. Somebody only took one shot then basically left it alone all night, so I figured what the hell, I'll take it. I've been saving it for a night like this ever since." He offered it up as he added, "So, who wants the official first-but-technically-second drink?"
"I'm up for a spooky ghost summoning party," Lee replied to Theta when she brought it up, "But...I don't think anyone here specializes in spirit channeling. Besides you, I think Trent and Gal are the only other ones with an impressive enough connection to the Mist to be able to take a shot at it, but they're kind of busy being productive right now." He himself hadn't even lifted a finger to help yet, he was too lazy for that, but everyone else was fine doing all the work so it was all good. And, let's be real here: nobody expected him to pull his equal weight on this trip. Though that made him wonder why he even was invited, he didn't bring much to the table besides his humor and amazing personality (if he did say so himself), unless everyone was just friendly enough with him to want to bring him along regardless. If that was it, well, he supposed he'd take it.
Soon after this, Gideon called for everyone to gather around a campfire he'd made. Thank God someone had the bright idea to get a fire going, he hadn't been looking forward to dying of frostbite during the night.
"About time, you took so long I thought you were gonna make us freeze our asses off all night," Lee grinned as he took a spot beside the campfire, "And sorry Princey, but you can't blame me for all the good stuff running dry. Believe it or not, Trent's one hell of a drinker, I couldn't get more than a swig out of the Winter Coat before he took it back. And with Setzer and Zimmy here too, I'm surprised we didn't run out of drinks on the way here. But no worries, I came prepared." He still had a trick up his sleeve, or in this case in his jacket. He reached inside of it, and pulled out a rather large and almost full bottle of expensive-looking vodka.
"Ta-dah, or whatever! This is some of the good shit: Black Onyx, agely fined and everything." He blinked, then laughed a bit, having meant to say "finely aged". "A-Anyway, I took it from some party Setzer dragged me to. Somebody only took one shot then basically left it alone all night, so I figured what the hell, I'll take it. I've been saving it for a night like this ever since." He offered it up as he added, "So, who wants the official first-but-technically-second drink?"
"Heeeey Daryll," Lee said jovially, one arm wrapped the boy's shoulder, the other clasping onto the bottle Trent had given him with his free hand. "Well aren't you the responsible little boy scout today, you already pulled everything out for us." He leaned in to whisper quietly as he added, "I see you didn't bring out 'the stuff'...good, good, I wanted to keep it on the down low anyway. Good thinking." He leaned away and flashed a grin, his cheeks a rosy red. There was no denying it, he was already more than just a little buzzed. To be honest, he was an incredibly light drinker, but he could handle his alcohol well and really it just meant he got to reach the fun part of being drunk faster than the usual person.
He went to take a swig from the bottle, but before he could down any more of it, it disappeared from his hand. Confused for a moment, he looked around and eventually saw that Trent had taken it back with his magic.
"Huh, what the...Hey! Come on Trent, not fair! You had your turn!" He pouted as he pointed at the mage accusingly. But it was too late, as Trent then proceeded to finish off the rest of the bottle in one gulp. "I knew that Winter Coat was too good to last..." Lee sighed in defeat. It was probably for the best, since he probably shouldn't get wasted before they even set up camp. They could all use some of his spells to help make things easier, and drunken spelling casting admittedly wasn't the best idea. He was still good to use magic at the moment at least, so say, if someone wanted him to make the firewood lighter for easier carrying, he could do it. Though he figured Setzer would want to do it on his own without any help, hell he might even ask to make it heavier just for the challenge. That guy was a bit of a freak of nature.
Though speaking of firewood, a fire did sound good right about now. It wasn't too cold yet, but a definite chill was beginning to brew, which caused Lee to draw his jacket a little closer to him as he pulled his pony tail out his hood. At some point during the ride someone had tied a ribbon to it, probably as a joke, but he hadn't bothered to take it out and just left it there. Besides, he was rocking the hell out of it so why not keep it?
"Oh yeah, Zimmy, what did you have planned?" He asked once Trent brought it up, and soon a grin spread across his lips once again. "You're the party princess planner, or, whatever Trent said, right? You basically set this whole thing up, so you've probably got something cool in store for us don't you? I don't mind spoilers, so if you need some help setting anything up, I'm your guy." Knowing Zimmy, so it was likely something flashy, which was right up his alley.
He went to take a swig from the bottle, but before he could down any more of it, it disappeared from his hand. Confused for a moment, he looked around and eventually saw that Trent had taken it back with his magic.
"Huh, what the...Hey! Come on Trent, not fair! You had your turn!" He pouted as he pointed at the mage accusingly. But it was too late, as Trent then proceeded to finish off the rest of the bottle in one gulp. "I knew that Winter Coat was too good to last..." Lee sighed in defeat. It was probably for the best, since he probably shouldn't get wasted before they even set up camp. They could all use some of his spells to help make things easier, and drunken spelling casting admittedly wasn't the best idea. He was still good to use magic at the moment at least, so say, if someone wanted him to make the firewood lighter for easier carrying, he could do it. Though he figured Setzer would want to do it on his own without any help, hell he might even ask to make it heavier just for the challenge. That guy was a bit of a freak of nature.
Though speaking of firewood, a fire did sound good right about now. It wasn't too cold yet, but a definite chill was beginning to brew, which caused Lee to draw his jacket a little closer to him as he pulled his pony tail out his hood. At some point during the ride someone had tied a ribbon to it, probably as a joke, but he hadn't bothered to take it out and just left it there. Besides, he was rocking the hell out of it so why not keep it?
"Oh yeah, Zimmy, what did you have planned?" He asked once Trent brought it up, and soon a grin spread across his lips once again. "You're the party princess planner, or, whatever Trent said, right? You basically set this whole thing up, so you've probably got something cool in store for us don't you? I don't mind spoilers, so if you need some help setting anything up, I'm your guy." Knowing Zimmy, so it was likely something flashy, which was right up his alley.
@Mike73 Lee's eyes are AMAZING... I like the picture :D
Haha, thanks. I wasn't sure if the picture was fine tbh since everyone used more realistic pictures and the one I used is more anime-esque, but I'm glad you like it.
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