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Ok, posted. It's alright if I start out without the steam grappling hook, right?
Three weeks before the meeting, at the 'Sihirli Ağaç' cafe, somewhere on the European side of the river running through Istanbul, a large one-armed man wearing a floral shirt, straw hat, bermuda shorts, and a pair of reflective aviator shades sat, sipping authentic Indian tea and enjoying baclavas flavored with sweet Asian spices. This was, after all, the crossroads of the world, and had been for many centuries. However, with the advent of airships and the like, it would seem that things would perhaps change drastically for the trade industry here. These matters did not concern the one-armed man, however. He just liked to enjoy life, since he had endured many hardships to get to where he was today. He had traveled the world, seeking adventure every which way he went, but while many would tell him to retire at his age, he had no intention of doing anything of the sort. While the one-armed man may have looked like he was in the prime of his life, lazing about whilst sampling the local/international delicacies, he had actually been thinking about where to go next. He had been around America, Asia and Europe, both present and future, and he did not wish to return to Arabia, for fear of getting caught for a crime he committed many decades prior. The rest of the world would be interesting, but he did feel more at home in more developed urban environments. No, this one-armed man would perhaps want to try a different line of work rather than aimless wandering.
As if on cue, the waiter arrived with a note. "'Ey buddy, I didn't ask for the bill yet!" He said with a coarse future Los Angeles accent, one that might have been quite alien to the Turkish waiter.
"Eeeh, sorry, not understand Inglish good"
The one-armed man pushed down his aviators so that his eyes peered over the top of them and his gaze met the nervous waiter's.
"You don't speak English?! What the heck did I hire you f-"
He interrupted himself, noticing that what was on the waiter's tray was not the bill but actually a letter. Still staring at the waiter, he slowly took the letter, placed it on his lap, pulled out his wallet, and placed down three American dollars on the tray. He then dismissed the man with a wave and a casual slap on the butt as he turned around and walked away. No homo.
First, he attempted to cut the envelope by transforming his hand into a comically oversized swiss army knife, but when you don't have another hand to brace the letter with, this would be a more difficult task than anticipated. Instead, he opted to just turn his face into that of a piranha and gnaw at the envelope to create a clean incision, just as piranhas are very well known to do. Of course, other patrons at the cafe were shocked by this magical man, but he honestly did not care about keeping a low profile. This was probably the exact reason it was easy for this message to reach such an intrepid explorer as himself.
As he read it, the thought that sprang to mind was It has been a while since someone has called me 'Mister Genie.' I like it! He glossed over it some more, and upon realizing that this was the exact call to adventure he had been waiting for, he leapt out of his chair, transformed into a young scraggly little poor boy with one arm and yelled "I've got a Golden Ticket!! I've got a Golden Ticket!!" as he raced through the streets of Istanbul. Then he literally raced through the streets of Istanbul as he transformed into a Vespa and stowed away on the nearest ship to London. He couldn't be late to this meeting.
Three weeks later, at the Old Crown Pub in Birmingham, a large one-armed man in an anachronistic sleuth trenchcoat and trilby hat walked in, figuring his meeting was a thing of discretion, which he was not really an expert on. He did catch a few glimpses from the public when he was a one armed bicycle (So essentially a unicycle) moving on its own towards this pub in Birmingham. Nevertheless, he was here now, he had his now smudged and filthy note with him, and he moved towards the backroom, and rapped at the door three times whispering, "The rain in Spain falls mainly on the Plain."
Probably the secret message. Who knows?
As if on cue, the waiter arrived with a note. "'Ey buddy, I didn't ask for the bill yet!" He said with a coarse future Los Angeles accent, one that might have been quite alien to the Turkish waiter.
"Eeeh, sorry, not understand Inglish good"
The one-armed man pushed down his aviators so that his eyes peered over the top of them and his gaze met the nervous waiter's.
"You don't speak English?! What the heck did I hire you f-"
He interrupted himself, noticing that what was on the waiter's tray was not the bill but actually a letter. Still staring at the waiter, he slowly took the letter, placed it on his lap, pulled out his wallet, and placed down three American dollars on the tray. He then dismissed the man with a wave and a casual slap on the butt as he turned around and walked away. No homo.
First, he attempted to cut the envelope by transforming his hand into a comically oversized swiss army knife, but when you don't have another hand to brace the letter with, this would be a more difficult task than anticipated. Instead, he opted to just turn his face into that of a piranha and gnaw at the envelope to create a clean incision, just as piranhas are very well known to do. Of course, other patrons at the cafe were shocked by this magical man, but he honestly did not care about keeping a low profile. This was probably the exact reason it was easy for this message to reach such an intrepid explorer as himself.
As he read it, the thought that sprang to mind was It has been a while since someone has called me 'Mister Genie.' I like it! He glossed over it some more, and upon realizing that this was the exact call to adventure he had been waiting for, he leapt out of his chair, transformed into a young scraggly little poor boy with one arm and yelled "I've got a Golden Ticket!! I've got a Golden Ticket!!" as he raced through the streets of Istanbul. Then he literally raced through the streets of Istanbul as he transformed into a Vespa and stowed away on the nearest ship to London. He couldn't be late to this meeting.
Three weeks later, at the Old Crown Pub in Birmingham, a large one-armed man in an anachronistic sleuth trenchcoat and trilby hat walked in, figuring his meeting was a thing of discretion, which he was not really an expert on. He did catch a few glimpses from the public when he was a one armed bicycle (So essentially a unicycle) moving on its own towards this pub in Birmingham. Nevertheless, he was here now, he had his now smudged and filthy note with him, and he moved towards the backroom, and rapped at the door three times whispering, "The rain in Spain falls mainly on the Plain."
Probably the secret message. Who knows?
Alright, I'll get my post up relatively soon don't worry.
Same
Sprinting across the rooftop with his new friend, Francis looked down towards the street only to see it empty, save for two lone joggers, Salamander and the Con. Would they make it on time to help out in the upcoming battle? he thought as he leaped across to a fire escape on the next tenement. He didn't realise his watch had been turned off, so he couldn't hear the Con. So he waited for his partner to jump without any access to whatever the Con had to say, and when he did, he helped him onto the fire escape. The two then climbed up onto the roof, where the firefight would be just on the next street. They would have to zip line across the street to get closer to where the gunshots were coming from.
The friend took out his spear and put it over a wire that went across the street. He then held onto it with his other hand, as tightly as he could. "Follow my lead." Bo's staff was also made out of metal, so ziplining would be no problem for the staff. His grip would have to be really good though. The Friend had a running start as he kicked off the roof and whizzed over the street, only just seeing the Ninja's motorbike speed off into an alleyway. When he reached the other rooftop, he held his spear as a pole and stood towards the cable, waiting for his comrade. The gunfight sounded so much closer than it was before. He knew that Ninja and the Green Skull would be the first to get on the scene, but as long as he and Bo and the others could get there and help on time, he knew the bastards wrecking Champion City finally had something to truly fear.
The friend took out his spear and put it over a wire that went across the street. He then held onto it with his other hand, as tightly as he could. "Follow my lead." Bo's staff was also made out of metal, so ziplining would be no problem for the staff. His grip would have to be really good though. The Friend had a running start as he kicked off the roof and whizzed over the street, only just seeing the Ninja's motorbike speed off into an alleyway. When he reached the other rooftop, he held his spear as a pole and stood towards the cable, waiting for his comrade. The gunfight sounded so much closer than it was before. He knew that Ninja and the Green Skull would be the first to get on the scene, but as long as he and Bo and the others could get there and help on time, he knew the bastards wrecking Champion City finally had something to truly fear.
I know right? This is going to be fucking incredible.
@SayZun:
Sure man, I'll be fine with taking over for you while you're out of the Internet. Just PM me how exactly you'd like me to play him.
Sure man, I'll be fine with taking over for you while you're out of the Internet. Just PM me how exactly you'd like me to play him.
Has the OC been started yet? I haven't been checking the casual rp section
You can interact with us in medias res dude, super exciting.
The friend climbed out of the upper warehouse window and into the roof. He watched as Ninja and the Green Skull sped off into the direction of the firefight. After seeing the Samurai turn a corner with its passengers, he turned back towards where he climbed from and gave Bo a hand. "Man, we need some sort of vehicle. Maybe we should've asked the Reaper or something. Didn't he come in a car?"
He ran back, then sprinted off the roof of the factory at full speed, only to land on the pipe of the next building, which was taller than the factory, as it was an old rundown workers tenement. He stopped on the pipe and held out his hand in order to catch Bo. He would expect a response from him as they would travel. This method might not be as fast as tearing down the streets on a motorbike, but it sure as hell gave them the higher ground, and was fun too.
He ran back, then sprinted off the roof of the factory at full speed, only to land on the pipe of the next building, which was taller than the factory, as it was an old rundown workers tenement. He stopped on the pipe and held out his hand in order to catch Bo. He would expect a response from him as they would travel. This method might not be as fast as tearing down the streets on a motorbike, but it sure as hell gave them the higher ground, and was fun too.
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