R31GN

A Gift and a Curse

@R31GN Can Zoey see James?

@Mr Allen J

I think so? James touched Audrey, so if Zoey looks at Audrey, she should break the perception filter. I think?

ODST: First Contact

Sorry to say that life caught up to me -won't be able to throw together a post today, likely not for quite awhile. I'll do my best to get something up Saturday at the latest, though.

A Gift and a Curse

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Feeling someone bump into him from the side, James didn't think to bother turning to say something -odds are they would just ignore him like everybody else, anyways. He was surprised to hear her say something to him -"Oh, sorry, sorry. I didn't see you there. Uh, sorry, sorry." Came the string of apologies. He considered stopping her to talk, but by the time he opened his mouth, she had excused herself to run off to the door.

At the same time, caught just a bit off guard by the death grip, James stumbled back just a bit as soon as he was let go. In a mock gesture of surrender, he raised his hands above his head.

"Hey now, I'm just- hey wait a minute, Aud? Holy shit, it's been awhile. Good to see you, and glad you can actually see me. I swear to god I must be invisible." He said, giving a glance to the girl at the rapidly decaying door. He looked back to Audrey, raising an eyebrow when she exclaimed in pain. "Woah, you okay? He said, voice tinged with concern for the blood he saw. He looked up to Zoey, behind the counter.

"Yo, you got a bandaid or something back there?" He questioned, looking pointedly at the blue haired girl. He was not entirely sure if that would be enough to staunch the wound on Audrey's hand, but it certainly couldn't hurt.

ODST: First Contact

@TTNoobs Yeah, I was thinking of going with a Bavarian influence. Pretty damn close to Hungary. Might end up going further east though.

@R31GN I wasn't waiting on you particularly, it was just that, at the time of my typing that, you had been in here for a bit and I didn't want to make a post in case of either getting Ninja'd or Ninja'ing you.

@Treue

Huh, neat. Probably left my home PC on this page, sorry for any confusion, haha

ODST: First Contact

So, I think I've decided that Luciel will have, in accordance with the majority population of Reach, descended primarily from Europe. I have been debating what kind and how thick of an accent she would have. Something eastern.

Also, belated response, I am in EDT/UTC-4

Also also, I'll probably be making a post after Reign finishes the post I think he's working on currently.

EDIT: I may have been incorrect in assuming a post was in the works.

@Treue

Oh hey were people waiting on me to post? I was going to wait on some others, but I can throw together a post someone later. Might be a few hours though, so feel free to go on ahead

A Gift and a Curse

@AbandonedIntel

Ha, no, actually. I was intentionally choosing powers that would counter their personality or interests in some way.

So, for her, I was latching on to her dislike for conflict, as well as her love of animals(and her dog specifically). For her to use her power, there's a good possibility that she'll put her dog at risk(But don't worry, Audrey can heal dogs too). There's also a slight increase in her own aggressive tendencies, which she'll likely notice and dislike about herself.

@Gisk

I think I might've not been present for when this was mentioned, but what is Audrey's power, now that I think about it?

A Gift and a Curse

@R31GN Problem with geography in post, and this is kind of my fault for discouraging you from reading the OOC because it's actually come up already.

This isn't a normal, sunny fun tourist beach. We're talking more like this:



Imagine that the town is up on top of that cliff, and all of the shops on "Beach Street" are basically right on the edge, overlooking it.

The beach is definitely a staple of town life(so it makes sense to meet there, or to hang out there) but there aren't any shops down there, because high tide comes right up to the cliff face.

This fact kind of ruins a lot of the flavor and background of your post, but it's a thing.

He might also remark that he hasn't seen Audrey in a couple years, she's been gone since she dropped out of high school, and this is the first she's returned to town(and it's very likely that she was a customer of his for some time).

@AbandonedIntel

It's not that I don't have tons of cool ideas for powers already on hand, it's that I'm not sure what to fit her with.

Have you read the post about how powers were chosen? I don't remember if I asked you not to, I was trying to keep it a secret from people before they posted.

@Gisk

Ah. My bad, I'll fix that up... somehow? I'll figure something out

ODST: First Contact

C O N R A D " F O U R S " P A T R I C K

"The Plan, Fours, went out the window with that crowd. It was consumed in their pyres!" Came the rousing voice of their leader, in his usual manner of bravado. In his rookie days, Fours had always thought of Berne's theatrics to be a bit cheesy at best, but over time Fours had grown to know nothing but respect for the man. His leadership skills had proven tried and true time and time again. Even as the leader gave him a somewhat reassuring -if a bit too vigorous- pat to the back of the head, Fours began to second guess these thoughts.

Of course, Conrad enjoyed giving the newbie shit as much as the next guy, but he couldn't help but cringe at Berne's overtly aggressive scolding of Luciel. "Are you going to tell me you've never used your scope instead of your HUD binoculars? In any case, I just can't get over this M6 variant. You Helljumpers get all the good gear... I mean, the optics on this thing are stronger than my DMR. And this suit? The way my shoulder mounts are designed to lock right in make it pretty damn comfy." Came the rookies response. Fours looked at her a moment, before responding.

"When I treat gunshot wounds, my first question is always what the wound is from. If the answer is one of these," He murmured, tapping his own magnum against the wall for effect. "I don't waste supplies on treatment. Need to save the money for their funeral. You only point one of these at someone if you want them D. E. A. D., dead." The medic spoke, eyes narrow. The story was quite obviously a load of bull, but he had little doubt the average rookie would be at least a little bit unnerved by the hyperbole. Again he remembered Berne's harsh words, and gave the rookie a quick smile, but said no more.

Fours' porcelain-still fingers caressed the surface of his shotgun, before he leaned further back against the wall, almost grinding down the wall with his shoulders. He raised up the shotgun, aiming down the sights as he pointed it directly down at the ground, trigger finger resting alongside the gun. Though his eyes were trained on Berne, his mind and hands were elsewhere, distracted in his preparation for their mission.

Hit the safety. Point the gun down at a 45 degree angle. Cycle the rounds back with one hand. Cover the loading port with the other hand. Turn gun to the side. Keep hold of the shell. Repeat once, twice, thrice, four times. Repeat again once, and twice. Cycle rounds, ensure no bullets are left. Four ran through the motions mentally as he followed them with his hands. Swift fingers loaded the bullets once again into the weapon of death. One, two, three, four, one, two.

"One." He thought, focusing once again on Berne.

"So, then, if the ambassadors cannot make their entreaties, and leave the capital without being torn asunder by disgruntled protesters..." Again, Conrad's attention strayed to the gun in his hands. Safety on. Gun to the ground. Cycle back. Hold the shell. Once, twice, thrice, four times. Once and twice. Cycle again. Now load one, two, three, four, one, two. He thought. Each round he loaded into the shotgun brought a grisly image flashing before Four's eyes. Gruesome faces of rioters, blood painted visages twisted in fury and pain as they raged against their opposition. Flying bricks, choking smog, and bristling flames chipped away at Fours' demeanor as these images danced before him.

"Two." He continued, before shifting his gaze towards their leader once again.

"...The protesters will not hurt one of their own, if we want this to go over smoothly, we need to find and escort Nimbian government representatives to Capital." Berne's briefing continued, listing off the vital information they would need for the mission. Needless to say, Fours found this a good time to shut him out and continue his exercises. Safety, point down, cycle shells, catch shells -one, two, three, four, one, two. Cycle. Load one, two, three, four, one two. He thought as he unloaded and loaded the gun once again, cringing ever so slightly at the last two shells. He looked to his squad mates, attempting to gauge their feelings on the matter. A rather difficult endeavor with many wearing helmets, and one currently on the roof, so he gave up.

"Three."

"...Does anyone have any suggestions as to how we may proceed? I am all ears." Said the leader, something that surprised Conrad. Perhaps this had been the norm with his briefings -Conrad honestly wasn't sure. Most briefings, Fours either wasn't paying attention, or wasn't present as he dealt with more pressing matters. need for the mission. Needless to say, Fours found this a good time to shut him out and continue his exercises. Safety, point down, cycle shells, catch shells -one, two, three, four, one, two. Cycle. Load one, two, three, four, one two, came Fours' mantra one final time, allowing him to rest his firearm in a more comfortable position, slung over his shoulder.

"Four." Conrad thought, feeling a mental weight falling from his shoulders. He allowed himself to focus on the current situation once again -his squad mates, his mission, and his physical state. He looked around the room, eyes still slightly glazed over with grogginess. He gave a curious glance to Luciel, surprised to hear -or, rather, not hear- a suggestion from the seemingly gung-ho newbie. Stick, however, piped up with a very optimistic suggestion. Conrad raised a finger lazily into the air.

"Seconded." Fours said in response to Stick's suggestion. While he admittedly wasn't entirely on board with the plan, he certainly didn't have any better ideas, and felt a need to get a move on. "But I stay with Berne. Something goes wrong, I can't back him up if I'm stuck jacking off up in some sniper roost." He stated simply, standing up slightly straighter.

"Where's Iron tucked away, anyways? Feels better to get some input from our best eyes before we go in on any plans." Came a slurred suggestion from the medic, punctuating the statement with another yawn.

ODST: First Contact

Honestly with the way work is going nowadays, (>read: Slow as fuck) I should be able to throw out a post as soon as my character needs to react regularly. That said, might take some extra time just so I can hop up to the fuckin' loco ass standards TTNoobs is setting up in this. Mad props bro, I didn't realize I was gonna be RPing with professional writers haha

ODST: First Contact

Fours awoke from his slumber slowly, in a gradient. A buzzing in his helmet, and the words harshly ringing in his ears, finally stirred Fours to his feet. He looked around, remembering again his surroundings. He had fallen asleep earlier at a desk, upon which his medical gear was strewn in an organized chaos. With groggy eyes and slurred hand movements, he checked that he had each and every piece of equipment he might need in the field. Once, then again, eyes opening wider as he awoke more. A third time, before he was interrupted by K-Ton.

"Hey, it's go-time."

One fourth and final time, Fours checked his gear, before packing it all away. He then pulled out his pistol, checking the magazine. Two sets of four rounds lay dormant in the clip, eagerly awaiting a chance to snap at the throat of his enemies. He clicked the magazine back into place, before placing the pistol in a holster at his hip. As if suddenly remembering, Fours pulled off his helmet, and rubbed at a mark left on his forehead from sleeping in the armor. He mumbled something incoherent, placing the helmet down on the desk for a moment.

"Understood sir, I'm good to go, just waiting for the orders. We'll show these fucking rebels a thing or two. Rambunctious group, huh? I like our odds though..." Came the voice of the ever-excitable Luciel. Fours offered a groggy chuckle, turning his shotgun over in his hands as he admired his own shiny gunmetal gray reflection. He looked over at her, pointing her pistol down into the crowd.

"Just because they can't see us doesn't mean you should be aiming a pistol down at them." Fours slurred, still not quite awake, taking a playful jab at the rookie. He leaned out the window alongside the rookie for just a moment, taking a glance at the ruckus below for just a moment, before pulling back inside and leaning against a wall. He looked to Berne expectantly, as his fingers drummed against the wall. Dum dum dum dum. Dum dum dum dum. Dum dum dum dum. His head nodded along as he tapped, before he nudged the squad botanist, as Fours so affectionately preferred to call him.

"What's the plan, boss?" He asked simply, as he continued to tap his rhythm against the hard concrete wall.