RedXCross

Echo

Aster raised an eyebrow. The doctor’s words… the information he was delivering appeared to be a mix of positive and negative ideas, though his whole body seemed to suggest some level of optimistic concern. Whatever, it wasn’t truly an issue, Aster supposed. The spry man did another stretch as he approached the door to the next room, trapped in his own little bubble as he spun together new tales in his head.

Part of him wondered what there would be to act about if there were no more political issues to speak of, but he also knew there was always another story. Perhaps that of the performer who refused to let even Death knock him from his stage. His neck cracked as he tilted his head and pulled through to the next space. His feet found a pair of sandals that were perhaps a size too large, but he didn’t mind all that much as eyes wandered through the monastery. The whole place seemed to resonate with an air of mystery and the whirring machines were like harp strings to his alive-again ears. He began to hum a cheerful tune under his breath as he wandered down the wide-arch hallways. While it was true that the place didn’t seem to invest much in upkeep, it almost added a new level of character. It felt like he was wandering through an ancient civilization – forced to abandon everything at the last moment…

Odd. With that one thought came a realm of melancholy deep within himself that he swore he buried long before his death. When he wandered into the great hall and noticed the heavy, foreboding metal beasts that grappled the place, it created a level of dissonance from the great Golden lion statue that rattled his brain.

”What have I missed?” he asked the room, eyes glued to the golden statue that made his skin feel like rough paper against himself, “Does the cycle continue? Have we discarded one tragedy only to be greeted with another? For once could Life not imitate the art that we create?”

The door stood as sentry. The last shield, and probably the last dream that needed to be shattered before he faced reality once more, but with one final step Aster greeted this future with confusion he’d never felt before.

Then he wandered back into that great hall, and his knees crumpled beneath him.

“It’s… gone. The grand stage, the audience, all of it… Have I truly been dead only a few years? Or has it been centuries…?”

There Are No Heroes

@The Harbinger of Ferocity I don't mind a slow burn at all! It may be slow, but it's actually moving forward, which is something that doesn't really happen in many RPs if you're not careful. :P

[ SCI-FI/HORROR/BATTLE ROYALE ] The Enemy of My Enemy

“I ask you to judge me by the enemies I have made.”

Franklin D. Roosevelt

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Somehow Mephisto Corporation did it. In a time of dread and fear, this company revealed themselves as a beacon of structure and stability when there was none. They were an economic giant at the time that freed the oppressed people from the awful choices of their democratic system by literally buying the bankrupt country. Their promise was that they could bring the country back to the prosperity it once had, and it could allow the people to be truly "free" once more. Other companies were forced to conglomerate under them, the prison system became their own, the government became their own lucrative development tool.

Ultimately this was only a minor focus. The real reason behind it all was the elimination of research control. No more health and safety codes, no more unions or people control. Mephisto controlled it all and did with it as you would expect. Experimentation was hidden away so that the people would continue to support them, even if it was through grueling tasks such as mining for coal or other materials, delving into the wild and hunting the wild animals that remained, and pushed the planet into a dark, permanent cloud that seemed to constantly perpetuate even through the brightest days, and it only grew worse once Mephisto had finished their "artificial atmosphere" to protect them from the outside.

If you had a brain, it was clear to see that the group was mongering fear, but those that spoke up were accused of treason, and promptly thrown into their prison systems along with any other criminal that wasn't in Mephisto's employ.

Until one moment, when Mephisto Corp started sending people out for those with able-bodies. They explained that Mephisto had a challenge coming up, and that the winner could request whatever they wanted, and Mephisto would give it to them. No strings attached, just one simple challenge:

A battle royale.

It turns out that Mephisto had built a research station deep underwater, leagues upon leagues below the surface, and that no one from said research center had reported in for a couple months, other than one cryptic message that sent a shiver down the spine of the entire company. In hopes of being efficient, they believed that this would be the best way to tackle multiple birds: an act of power over the people, a creation of hero-icons to support their rule, a minor act of population and criminal control, and a defeat/understanding of the things that dwelled beneath.

They would be split into groups of two. People that had no business knowing each other and their goal would be to kill everyone else. Before they're sent down, they're given one small mantra or piece of cryptic advice:

"Remember that... the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

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In respect for the season, a horror/sci-fi battle royale with some dark secrets surrounding it. People will be allowed to use mechanical innovation, cybernetic support, mutations, or even psychic/alien power to both fight and win against everyone else, but also survive the other horrors that dwell beneath.

I'd love a large, even number of players if people were interested, but hopefully, some people will be interested.

NOTE: Some mature themes will definitely be involved. And if you don't like characters dying this probably won't be for you.

RedXCross' Room for Improvement.

“I ask you to judge me by the enemies I have made.”

Franklin D. Roosevelt

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Somehow Mephisto Corporation did it. In a time of dread and fear, this company revealed themselves as a beacon of structure and stability when there was none. They were an economic giant at the time that freed the oppressed people from the awful choices of their democratic system by literally buying the bankrupt country. Their promise was that they could bring the country back to the prosperity it once had, and it could allow the people to be truly "free" once more. Other companies were forced to conglomerate under them, the prison system became their own, the government became their own lucrative development tool.

Ultimately this was only a minor focus. The real reason behind it all was the elimination of research control. No more health and safety codes, no more unions or people control. Mephisto controlled it all and did with it as you would expect. Experimentation was hidden away so that the people would continue to support them, even if it was through grueling tasks such as mining for coal or other materials, delving into the wild and hunting the wild animals that remained, and pushed the planet into a dark, permanent cloud that seemed to constantly perpetuate even through the brightest days, and it only grew worse once Mephisto had finished their "artificial atmosphere" to protect them from the outside.

If you had a brain, it was clear to see that the group was mongering fear, but those that spoke up were accused of treason, and promptly thrown into their prison systems along with any other criminal that wasn't in Mephisto's employ.

Until one moment, when Mephisto Corp started sending people out for those with able-bodies. They explained that Mephisto had a challenge coming up, and that the winner could request whatever they wanted, and Mephisto would give it to them. No strings attached, just one simple challenge:

A battle royale.

It turns out that Mephisto had built a research station deep underwater, leagues upon leagues below the surface, and that no one from said research center had reported in for a couple months, other than one cryptic message that sent a shiver down the spine of the entire company. In hopes of being efficient, they believed that this would be the best way to tackle multiple birds: an act of power over the people, a creation of hero-icons to support their rule, a minor act of population and criminal control, and a defeat/understanding of the things that dwelled beneath.

They would be split into groups of two. People that had no business knowing each other and their goal would be to kill everyone else. Before they're sent down, they're given one small mantra or piece of cryptic advice:

"Remember that... the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

---

In respect for the season, a horror/sci-fi battle royale with some dark secrets surrounding it. People will be allowed to use mechanical innovation, cybernetic support, mutations, or even psychic/alien power to both fight and win against everyone else, but also survive the other horrors that dwell beneath.

I'd love a large, even number of players if people were interested, but hopefully some people will be interested.

NOTE: Some mature themes will definitely be involved. And if you don't like characters dying this probably won't be for you.

So, any interest?

There Are No Heroes

He stared incredulously at Carver as the man responded. The coy step to the side may have been a declaration of war in that moment, but Chris had to concede that this outdoors vagabond was probably right. Going home now would probably make no difference as he would inevitably be called back to deal with whatever situation he was drawn into.

"Are you that bored? Really?" Piper spoke up, his eyes glared over at the girl, unamused.

His stare became harder by the minute. His whole body was rigid, though it always appeared to have that same stiffness regardless of his position or situation.

“I see your point,” he said to Carver, still trying to keep his voice cool and level, though aggression bubbled through his blood like thick tar. Keeping his exterior expression cool was a skill he’d learned over time, when it came to his interactions with the law and other people that knew of his… stiffness.

Then he turned to Piper as he stretched his hands, trying to move them away from their usual clenched fist.

“My interest matters little in this situation,” he stated. His voice was dry, empty, unlike their first encounter when all he could express was his rage.

“I only care about my job, and doing my job properly. While I understand that my specialty would become beneficial in this situation, I’m struggling to understand how I can assist further. I’ve already stated that this attack was not by any animal that the rational world understands. But I suppose if I’m just going to be called away from my practice again to give another analysis with similar results, then I suppose I’ll stay until the… gentlemen… here get the idea and tell me to take my leave.”

He sighed quietly after his brief explanation, but then he turned to Carver. The man was growing in suspicion since he was asked to come here. In some cases, Chris started to feel as though he was dragged here on false pretenses.

@Kidd @The Harbinger of Ferocity

Spray

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Nitrous’ response remained neutral even as the older woman made the assumption that he wanted to eliminate the circle from his premise, but in reality, all he wanted was to fix it’s deformed, lopsided-ness. This… D clearly had no respect for geometry, and while Nitrous was aware that art could come in various forms and shapes, you needed to have strongly established basics.

For a moment his attention turned to the group of purple cronies that moved in behind the man now known as Kacey, and his attention was piqued by this “Data’. Unlike the first man, they still refrained from revealing their identity, but if they were in charge of intel then it made sense. Hackers and computer fiends of all kinds tend to prefer hiding behind an avatar whenever possible. With that out of the way and introductions starting, Nitrous decided to let some other people speak as he stared at the twisted, deranged red circle beneath his feet.

He was reaching for his own can of paint when D pulled the two guns on him. He paused, only for a moment before Laura came a little closer and appeared to bat him away. Nitrous still kept a neutral response, even if his heartbeat was still racing. “Anonymous”, huh? Actually, the name ‘Dax’ was unique enough that he could probably find something on him if he slipped through some of his more “unique” search engines. Though revealing that man’s identity may end in him actually getting shot.

He seemed to cool down a bit as the woman intervened, and Nitrous was slightly grateful for that. Not that there was a way of responding with anything more than a nod. But the moment he pulled the guns away, Nitrous took out his can of red paint and started to fix the circle, fixing the edges of the shape, increasing the thickness, and adding a few smaller, linking circles for added measure. Once that was done, his head popped up, he pushed the can back into his bag, and then glanced around at the rest of the group, though he made no effort to remove his mask.

“You can refer to me as ‘Nitrous’,” he said, his tone colder than the concrete they stood upon, “Though I tend to go by N15 as my handle on various Tagger-related pages.”

That last bit of information was a little more for the new people that entered the room. He was sure that someone who went by the name of ‘Data’ was probably lurking around on some of the sites set up by some other society-despising types. Nitrous figured that being part of this group was just as dangerous as being without, but perhaps the number of loose cannons was offset by the number of steady triggers.

He tilted his head and yawned as his eyes wandered around the circle, though it seemed like his body perked up when he realized all the people that passed.

“And I’m excited by the art that you’ll bring to this bland city.” he chuckled.

Starkissed

@RedDusk Rats, you beat me to it! But well played.

Starkissed

@13org Trust me, for the moment this RP is in no danger of dying :P

Starkissed

@13org

It is a busy season for most. I'm kinda waiting for what happened to Feir's arrow shot before I respond with Numas, and Azira's done more than enough talking for a little while. :P

Spray

@RedXCross Haha If its cool did you really break any laws? Physics can appreciate rad parkour skills just as much as the rest of us

@Sam12435

I have a feeling that we're going to get along just fine.

Even if Nitrous is already fed up with everyone's BS :D