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Just posted. Can't wait to see what's in the sewers.
South-East Opposition Territory: Roman Cassidy
"My name is Adam Caville, by the way. I was with Carolyn's squad when it was hit. After ejecting from my mech I recovered the black box in hers and took off as fast as I could... What are your names anyway?"
Taking a moment to wrap his head around the situation, Roman looked for escape routes. "Eira, looks like the sewers or the apartment. Your mech, your call." Focusing again on Caville, he responded with a quick "Roman Cassidy."
When he realized that Eira has taken the intiative and made the choice to abandon her mech, Roman turned on his radio. "Attention. This is Roman Cassidy with Eira Mairwen. We just made contact with pilot Adam Caville from Carolyn's squad and are now retreating from the fog, into the sewers. Carolyn's black box is in our posession. Repeat, Carolyn's black box is in our posession." Glancing at the nervous Caville, Roman gave an assuring nod and began preparing for the sewer. He made sure that his shotgun's infared was working, knowing that it may come in handy while they're underground.
After Eira finished destroying her mech, Roman walked to the sewer entrance and turned to his companions. Knowing that they didn't have much time, he spoke quickly. "Runnin' away from things is my bread and butter, so I'm takin' charge while we're in the sewer. I'm front, you're middle, Eira guards the back. Stay between us, keep an eye out for threats, protect the box." Clearly enough said that it was immediately understood and needed no confirmation.
As he entered the sewer, Roman heard Eira say "I'm Eira, by the way. Nice to meet you,"
Turning out of simple curiosity, he saw Eira give her pistol to Caville. Unholdering his own pistol, Roman held it towards Eira and said a simple "We all need to be armed, Eira."
"My name is Adam Caville, by the way. I was with Carolyn's squad when it was hit. After ejecting from my mech I recovered the black box in hers and took off as fast as I could... What are your names anyway?"
Taking a moment to wrap his head around the situation, Roman looked for escape routes. "Eira, looks like the sewers or the apartment. Your mech, your call." Focusing again on Caville, he responded with a quick "Roman Cassidy."
When he realized that Eira has taken the intiative and made the choice to abandon her mech, Roman turned on his radio. "Attention. This is Roman Cassidy with Eira Mairwen. We just made contact with pilot Adam Caville from Carolyn's squad and are now retreating from the fog, into the sewers. Carolyn's black box is in our posession. Repeat, Carolyn's black box is in our posession." Glancing at the nervous Caville, Roman gave an assuring nod and began preparing for the sewer. He made sure that his shotgun's infared was working, knowing that it may come in handy while they're underground.
After Eira finished destroying her mech, Roman walked to the sewer entrance and turned to his companions. Knowing that they didn't have much time, he spoke quickly. "Runnin' away from things is my bread and butter, so I'm takin' charge while we're in the sewer. I'm front, you're middle, Eira guards the back. Stay between us, keep an eye out for threats, protect the box." Clearly enough said that it was immediately understood and needed no confirmation.
As he entered the sewer, Roman heard Eira say "I'm Eira, by the way. Nice to meet you,"
Turning out of simple curiosity, he saw Eira give her pistol to Caville. Unholdering his own pistol, Roman held it towards Eira and said a simple "We all need to be armed, Eira."
Oh, I just noticed something about the last post.
The first time Adam says his name, it's Adam Gaville, but then he is referred to as Caville. Which is the correct name, Brovo?
The first time Adam says his name, it's Adam Gaville, but then he is referred to as Caville. Which is the correct name, Brovo?
Team Opposition Territory gets a new member! Can't wait for Adam Gaville to remove the helmet/mask and end up being a mutant or kid Goleyeith or something.
So, in honor of the team getting a new member, I went full on Microsoft Paint Artist and put together a team photo like Team Royal Blood from the first LoR2 game:
The redhead is Holmishire's bio pic of Eira, Adam's pic is from lordhayabusa357's deviantart and yes, Roman Cassidy is Nick Fury.
So, in honor of the team getting a new member, I went full on Microsoft Paint Artist and put together a team photo like Team Royal Blood from the first LoR2 game:
The redhead is Holmishire's bio pic of Eira, Adam's pic is from lordhayabusa357's deviantart and yes, Roman Cassidy is Nick Fury.
Just posted. It seems like Roman's coming out of his shell the more he exits his comfort zone.
Also I'm hoping that the cloaked guys end up being called something like Drones if Roman's analysis of them turns out to be spot-on.
Also I'm hoping that the cloaked guys end up being called something like Drones if Roman's analysis of them turns out to be spot-on.
South-East Opposition Territory: Roman Cassidy
Roman stood motionless, as if his lack of movement would stop the cloaked figures from noticing him. The monsters dragging the dead away showed no interest in Roman or Eira. Like ants carrying leaves to their queen, Roman thought, realizing that their non-threatening actions were those of followers that had specific orders and purpose.
Strange words flowed from the figures and echoed in Roman's ears. Looking down to his radio, where the unknown language was also emanating from, he grinned at what to him was validation of his belief that these were drones of a higher authority. Creepy buggers must be like fleshy radios for whatever's telling 'em to collect the dead. I bet all you'd need to know what they're sayin' is the right frequency. He chuckled at the thought.
Appearing from the fog, much more active- and human- than the cloaked figures, was a soldier with a black box. By the sounds of it, he was being followed by something a lot more intimidating than the drones. "Carolyn. Understand? We need to get out of here." Roman nodded. "Though... How did you know to look here?"
Adding her two cents to the strange situation, Eira asked "What is that noise? Who is that?"
The second question reminding him of the fact that the soldier was being chased, Roman took a step back and held his shotgun up. Looking up at his companion, he quickly responded with "You know, I'm just dyin' to see what freak's coming for us next but can't help thinkin' that it'd be wise to take a raincheck on that whole being slaughtered thing." Returning his attention to the soldier, Roman answered his question. "Cavalry's arrived, mate, but now's not the time for exposition. Follow us and, fair warning, there's probably a giant eye monster out there!" Continuing to step back, Roman held his shotgun tight and hoped that the man would get moving before whatever's chasing him made its way to them.
Roman stood motionless, as if his lack of movement would stop the cloaked figures from noticing him. The monsters dragging the dead away showed no interest in Roman or Eira. Like ants carrying leaves to their queen, Roman thought, realizing that their non-threatening actions were those of followers that had specific orders and purpose.
Strange words flowed from the figures and echoed in Roman's ears. Looking down to his radio, where the unknown language was also emanating from, he grinned at what to him was validation of his belief that these were drones of a higher authority. Creepy buggers must be like fleshy radios for whatever's telling 'em to collect the dead. I bet all you'd need to know what they're sayin' is the right frequency. He chuckled at the thought.
Appearing from the fog, much more active- and human- than the cloaked figures, was a soldier with a black box. By the sounds of it, he was being followed by something a lot more intimidating than the drones. "Carolyn. Understand? We need to get out of here." Roman nodded. "Though... How did you know to look here?"
Adding her two cents to the strange situation, Eira asked "What is that noise? Who is that?"
The second question reminding him of the fact that the soldier was being chased, Roman took a step back and held his shotgun up. Looking up at his companion, he quickly responded with "You know, I'm just dyin' to see what freak's coming for us next but can't help thinkin' that it'd be wise to take a raincheck on that whole being slaughtered thing." Returning his attention to the soldier, Roman answered his question. "Cavalry's arrived, mate, but now's not the time for exposition. Follow us and, fair warning, there's probably a giant eye monster out there!" Continuing to step back, Roman held his shotgun tight and hoped that the man would get moving before whatever's chasing him made its way to them.
Just posted a long, backstory-heavy post to make up for my two paragraph post from last round.
Time to probably have to be saved from certain death a third time in a row! Damn I love this game.
Time to probably have to be saved from certain death a third time in a row! Damn I love this game.
South-East Block: Roman Cassidy
"Run. RUN!" The voice of the Black Viper pushed Roman down the alley, past his ally and towards uncertainty. Eira's mech had one less arm than normal and the pilot was surely going to die; all Roman could do now was survive the Goleyeith's attack and retreat to safety. His survival was always all that mattered, and nothing had changed. Nothing but the setting.
Silently creeping up on the camp, Roman held the shotgun tightly, his finger on the trigger despite the Viper's insistence that it wasn't safe gun practice. It made him feel better about the situation they found themselves in, so he would shamelessly use whatever crutch he could find. The Viper's leg was still hurt a month after a mistake of Roman's during a raid got his mentor shot, but the Black Viper insisted on them getting back to work sooner rather than later. The old man's pride would be hurt if he was forced to admit that he wasn't ready to continue traveling, something Roman would just have to live with.
There were three exits in the alley: back to the street and into the fight against the Goleyeith, one path away from the fog and one entering it. Before disregarding the foggy path completely, Roman saw the movement inside it. People, or mutants, close enough to see him but shrouded by enough fog that their appearance was unclear. And they must have seen him at this distance (or at least heard him approach), but weren't paying Roman any attention. Were they not hostile, or was something more interesting than fresh meat nearby? Walking into the fog was a tempting prospect, but safety was very much less than guaranteed in the fog. It could be a trap for all he knew.
Most of the raiders were asleep, one awake and sitting before the bonfire, stoking it with a stick. He yawned, setting the stick down and resting his head in his hands. There were no signs that he intended to watch over his companions, more like he was having trouble sleeping, and the noise of the bonfire would more than cover up the sounds of Roman's approach. A more aware, jumpy raider would hear him coming, but this one didn't have a chance. A hand over the mouth and a knife in the back would be all it took.
As Roman and the Viper started creeping towards the camp, another raider arrived, carrying a bit of cloth and laughing. "Took longer than expected. Too bad we didn't have any paper, it's a real shame I had to use Barry's favorite shirt to wipe." As the two raiders laughed, a third stirred, then a fourth. Suddenly the entire camp was waking up.
"It is time for us to leave." The Viper started to step back, making the decision that it was too dangerous. Suddenly a twig snapped, and the raiders saw them. The predators of one moment had become the prey in the next.
"YEEEEHAW!" The Goleyeith was being attacked from behind by the Achilles Heel. Suddenly the hopefully quick death of Eira became the hopeful survival of Roman's somehow-still-living ally. "Git'on outta there! This is a tango for two now y'hear?" And from here Roman would gladly 'git'on. But with the pilot behind him, his options were no longer so limited.
Roman ran, the Viper hobbling behind, the raiders waking their companions and grabbing gear before going on the offensive. The Viper breathed heavily, his face drenched in sweat that shined in the dull moonlight. "You can go faster, boy. Run. RUN!" As the Viper looked back in worry, he slipped and fell. Screaming in pain and clutching his leg, he looked up at Roman. "GO! YOU SURVIVE! RUN!"
Roman pulled the Viper up by his jacket with one hand, his shotgun still on the other. "Vipers don't run." Taking a grenade out of one of the Viper's jacket pockets, he pulls the pin and throws it towards the still-preparing raiders. "They coil." Pushing the Viper against a tree, the old man's back to the now chaotic raider camp, Roman added a final "Then they strike.".
Taking a step back, Roman whistled to the mech pilot to get their attention. "Eira! Somethin's up in the fog. Get your mask on an' let's go!" There could be people there, more in need of saving. A little fog wouldn't stop him from helping them. And if there was something going on that could help in the fight against the mutants, putting himself in danger would be more than worth it. Twice now his life was saved by teammates, and who would he be to not return the favor? Taking a moment to put his mask on and make sure it worked properly, Roman walked down the path into the fog, his shotgun at the ready.
"You are an idiot." The Viper hobbled into camp, standing before the crater where several of the raiders were reduced to pieces of flesh thanks to Roman's grenade. Seeing that only three bodies had shotgun wounds on them and the rest were dead because of the grenade, he added "You are a lucky idiot."
As Roman chuckled and nodded in agreement, a raider stood up, clutching his chest with one hand and holding a gun in another. His back to Roman, the raider had no chance to do more than bleed when a shotgun blast caused his once-intact head to rain down upon the Viper. Angrily wiping blood from his face, the Viper sat by the bonfire. "Thank you for this great gift." Roman smiled, the knowledge that this was the closest that he would get to a true show of appreciation from the Viper being more than enough thanks. The feeling of helping others, whether they found themselves in danger of put themselves there, was satisfying enough already.
"Run. RUN!" The voice of the Black Viper pushed Roman down the alley, past his ally and towards uncertainty. Eira's mech had one less arm than normal and the pilot was surely going to die; all Roman could do now was survive the Goleyeith's attack and retreat to safety. His survival was always all that mattered, and nothing had changed. Nothing but the setting.
Silently creeping up on the camp, Roman held the shotgun tightly, his finger on the trigger despite the Viper's insistence that it wasn't safe gun practice. It made him feel better about the situation they found themselves in, so he would shamelessly use whatever crutch he could find. The Viper's leg was still hurt a month after a mistake of Roman's during a raid got his mentor shot, but the Black Viper insisted on them getting back to work sooner rather than later. The old man's pride would be hurt if he was forced to admit that he wasn't ready to continue traveling, something Roman would just have to live with.
There were three exits in the alley: back to the street and into the fight against the Goleyeith, one path away from the fog and one entering it. Before disregarding the foggy path completely, Roman saw the movement inside it. People, or mutants, close enough to see him but shrouded by enough fog that their appearance was unclear. And they must have seen him at this distance (or at least heard him approach), but weren't paying Roman any attention. Were they not hostile, or was something more interesting than fresh meat nearby? Walking into the fog was a tempting prospect, but safety was very much less than guaranteed in the fog. It could be a trap for all he knew.
Most of the raiders were asleep, one awake and sitting before the bonfire, stoking it with a stick. He yawned, setting the stick down and resting his head in his hands. There were no signs that he intended to watch over his companions, more like he was having trouble sleeping, and the noise of the bonfire would more than cover up the sounds of Roman's approach. A more aware, jumpy raider would hear him coming, but this one didn't have a chance. A hand over the mouth and a knife in the back would be all it took.
As Roman and the Viper started creeping towards the camp, another raider arrived, carrying a bit of cloth and laughing. "Took longer than expected. Too bad we didn't have any paper, it's a real shame I had to use Barry's favorite shirt to wipe." As the two raiders laughed, a third stirred, then a fourth. Suddenly the entire camp was waking up.
"It is time for us to leave." The Viper started to step back, making the decision that it was too dangerous. Suddenly a twig snapped, and the raiders saw them. The predators of one moment had become the prey in the next.
"YEEEEHAW!" The Goleyeith was being attacked from behind by the Achilles Heel. Suddenly the hopefully quick death of Eira became the hopeful survival of Roman's somehow-still-living ally. "Git'on outta there! This is a tango for two now y'hear?" And from here Roman would gladly 'git'on. But with the pilot behind him, his options were no longer so limited.
Roman ran, the Viper hobbling behind, the raiders waking their companions and grabbing gear before going on the offensive. The Viper breathed heavily, his face drenched in sweat that shined in the dull moonlight. "You can go faster, boy. Run. RUN!" As the Viper looked back in worry, he slipped and fell. Screaming in pain and clutching his leg, he looked up at Roman. "GO! YOU SURVIVE! RUN!"
Roman pulled the Viper up by his jacket with one hand, his shotgun still on the other. "Vipers don't run." Taking a grenade out of one of the Viper's jacket pockets, he pulls the pin and throws it towards the still-preparing raiders. "They coil." Pushing the Viper against a tree, the old man's back to the now chaotic raider camp, Roman added a final "Then they strike.".
Taking a step back, Roman whistled to the mech pilot to get their attention. "Eira! Somethin's up in the fog. Get your mask on an' let's go!" There could be people there, more in need of saving. A little fog wouldn't stop him from helping them. And if there was something going on that could help in the fight against the mutants, putting himself in danger would be more than worth it. Twice now his life was saved by teammates, and who would he be to not return the favor? Taking a moment to put his mask on and make sure it worked properly, Roman walked down the path into the fog, his shotgun at the ready.
"You are an idiot." The Viper hobbled into camp, standing before the crater where several of the raiders were reduced to pieces of flesh thanks to Roman's grenade. Seeing that only three bodies had shotgun wounds on them and the rest were dead because of the grenade, he added "You are a lucky idiot."
As Roman chuckled and nodded in agreement, a raider stood up, clutching his chest with one hand and holding a gun in another. His back to Roman, the raider had no chance to do more than bleed when a shotgun blast caused his once-intact head to rain down upon the Viper. Angrily wiping blood from his face, the Viper sat by the bonfire. "Thank you for this great gift." Roman smiled, the knowledge that this was the closest that he would get to a true show of appreciation from the Viper being more than enough thanks. The feeling of helping others, whether they found themselves in danger of put themselves there, was satisfying enough already.
Holmishire said
Honestly, I am also tempted to see what's in the fog, just in case they are more survivors. Of course, it's risky, as that Goliath is still coming for us, and if it comes to it, I have an evac and you don't, as far as I can tell. Also, I'm packing a little bit less firepower these days.
In character, Eira will follow Roman in whichever choice he makes at this point. He asks Eira to give him backup in the fog, she'll do it, and I'll happily oblige. The Goliath is bigger than the , and so we should have some small amount of time while it tries to break through to make contact. Though we'll need to rush in to get out of distance of those arms.
Alright. I think we should explore the fog. The Goleyeith is either going to try and follow us and not fit down the path or pay attention to the Achilles Heel instead, so we may have a chance at doubling back for safety depending on how that plays out.
I'll be sure to write up a story post tomorrow.
Holy balls, shit's going down in this round. We got our first PC casualty, crazy mutant enemies and a very angry Goleyeith armed with a ripped-off mech arm/spontaneous club. Fun.
So Holimshire. I'm interested in exploring the fog, but Roman wouldn't even consider going without backup. You wanna take a chance and check out the foggy mutants or go down the safe side?
So Holimshire. I'm interested in exploring the fog, but Roman wouldn't even consider going without backup. You wanna take a chance and check out the foggy mutants or go down the safe side?
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