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This Beautiful World: Beyond the Endless Horizon (Soft SciFi vs High Fantasy GATE-inspired RP) [DEAD]

@ClocktowerEchos on the fantasy characters.

GOOD. I want my fox lady pet thing already! XD

This Beautiful World: Beyond the Endless Horizon (Soft SciFi vs High Fantasy GATE-inspired RP) [DEAD]

@Will

Tennativly yes. Their presence completely changed the power ballance of their entire world. That would be one hell of an upset.

This Beautiful World: Beyond the Endless Horizon (Soft SciFi vs High Fantasy GATE-inspired RP) [DEAD]

@Rain
I would actually choke if that ever happened and somewhere along the line it is up to your rp skills to make that happen in a world like this.
xD
Good luck though. ;)

@Gin

Wait, what? lol that just confused the crap out of me.

This Beautiful World: Beyond the Endless Horizon (Soft SciFi vs High Fantasy GATE-inspired RP) [DEAD]

@ClocktowerEchos

Oh? Eko might just be exotic enough for Vitaly to overlook the duel Gender deal. s/he wouldn't be left out at all. ;D

This Beautiful World: Beyond the Endless Horizon (Soft SciFi vs High Fantasy GATE-inspired RP) [DEAD]

@ClocktowerEchos

What will Saiyako do when Vitaly is the one that ends up having a Harem? XD

This Beautiful World: Beyond the Endless Horizon (Soft SciFi vs High Fantasy GATE-inspired RP) [DEAD]

Private Vitaly "Gramps" Denski

”Everybody up!” Rang the voice of his new commander, to which Vitaly only grumbled in reply. Turning over to look at the Fuson Captain standing in the entranceway, the Engineer finally tuned into the familiar sounds of Chaos outside. Apparently, they were under attack. Stepping outside in his boxers, the older man simply chuckled at the sight before him. “Attack” didn't seem like the right word at first glance. It looked more like the Union was dishing out one hell of an ass whooping while the enemy ocassionally lobbed a semi-successful ranged attack against them, only to get a hailstorm of high explosive counter-battery.

Rubbing his temples, the Novogorodian shuffled back into the storage container to retrieve his boots and coveralls. Not bothering with his tank top, Vitaly ties the top of his green coveralls at his waist and scoops up the remaining rifle on the way out. “What a Beautiful World this is…” mumbles the man while fishing in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. What was supposed to be a peaceful nights sleep after making sure all of their PK3s and Thorgrims were operational had turned into an absolute shitstorm. Finally getting his cigarettes out from the oil and hydrolic fluid stained depths of his coveralls, Vitaly took a long blissful drag before coming to a realization that was followed closely by a torrent of profanity. He has left his sidearm in the Can.

Sidestepping arching balls of fire and long lances of ice, the Private verbally expressed his continued annoyance with the whole situation in the form of mumbled curses. “If some dumb ass kid swipped my piece there's going to be hell to pay.” Now at the “expeditionary litrines”, which weren’t anything more than glorified plastic outhouses, he began his search. One by one the angry Engineer went from outhouse to outhouse until finally he had come upon his prize. Sitting there on the floor in a shoulder holster was his prized possession, the high caliber pistol given to him by his Engineering mentor.

Even as the man slipped the holster on, fate had decided his victory had to come to an end. Just as he lit up his last cigarette, a stray fireball streaked over the defences only to hit and explode after making contact with the outhouse three down the row from his. A glorious shower of blue liquid rained upon the unfortunate Vitaly, drenching him in the messy concoction. His night just kept getting better and better….

Still largely unconcerned with the fighting, Vitaly now made his way towards the outdoor showers with the hopes of removing the funk that had come to rest upon his person. Smiling at his turn of luck, the Novogorodian began a preemptive stripping of his gear and coveralls. It was time to clean himself up. Gear hung on the privacy divider, Vitaly quickly scrubbed himself clean of the blue menace that plagued him before soaking his coveralls for good measure. Satisfied with his cleanliness, the PRN Engineer donned his now sopping we coveralls and gear. Now tuning back into the battle, hr couldn't help but feel there was a slight shift in the flow. Something wasn't right at the defences.

Now jogging, Vitaly quickly caught sight oh his commander who quickly became airborne as yet another fireball sailed into the Unions defensive line. “God Damn… It…” He trailed off, feeling his stomach sink to his knees while watching a second fireball curve into the bunker ahead ahead of the Captain. Shortly after the inevitable explosion, Vitaly could clearly make out the names his Commander was calling out. His squad mates were in there and the old veteran wasn't about to lose his comrades without fighting for them first.

Turning right around, Vitaly broke out into a full on sprint back to the Engineering bay. He had a solution. Slamming through the door of the bay, Vitaly grabbed the high frequency charge hammer. With its ability to send a focused high intensity shock wave through the spike protruding from hits heavy tungsten head, it would make short work of the rubble with minimal risk of hurting those trapped inside if used correctly. Once again moving at full tilt, the large soldier all but body checked anyone in his way back to the collapsed bunker. Raising the hammer for a mighty opening swing, the Engineer roared.

MOVE!!

Using his running start, Vitaly swung the hammer toward the nearest uncollapes corner of the bunker with all the strength he could muster, which was no small amount of force. The instant spike met fortification there was a loud crack followed but a boom that resulted on the absolute annialation. Shards of stone metal flew away in large chunks which allowed the Engineer to make another swing higher up, effectively clearing a hole to start reaching the wounded inside. Once again though, fate wanted to be a bitch, and a bitch she was. Just as the bear of a man rose the hammer for another swing, an arrow zipped out of the darkness to bury itself into Vitaly’s abdomen.

With a grunt of surprise being his only response to the wound, he ignored the pain and continued his work. Comrades came first. Besides, that cute little Fuso sergeant coild just fix him up when He’s done. Giving the hammer one last upward swing, he managed to blow the largest piece of rubble trapping his comrades up and away from their position on the floor. Tossing the tool aside, Vitaly sank himself into a low squat and grasped the last large section before thrusting up with his legs to heave the thing away. Spotting the surviving soldiers, the burly Novogorodian reached down to help the nearest one, their medic, with a smile.

“It seems you could use some fresh air.”

This Beautiful World: Beyond the Endless Horizon (Soft SciFi vs High Fantasy GATE-inspired RP) [DEAD]

Confirmed, Vitaly will have a Harem by the time this damn Roleplay is over.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

LIVE ECHO, LIIIIVE!!!

Sorry I've been so long, guys and I know my post doesn't nearly make up for it.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

The humming and occasional rumbles of transport engines was a familiar and comfortable sound for the Russian. Growing up in the VDV had ingrained a sense of familiarity into his being that brought a smile to Dima’s face. It was time. Looking around at all of those present, the demo specialist gave a wink and a smile to any who bothered to look his direction and make eye contact. Namely, Aleksandra, who even politely offered him dumplings as the occupants stood and readied themselves as the ramp dropped. “Я не знал, что можно приготовить!” Was the only reply he made before throwing up the universal ‘OK’ sign with his fingers. Once the green light pinged to life, they were off. Feeling his heart pound, the former paratrooper threw himself from the aircraft, hot on the heels of his comrades.

Looking to his Altimeter, Dima made a mental note to pull his chute at around 600 meters. Glancing away, Dima came to realize that the rest of the crew had zipped far below him, much to his annoyance. Despite the fact that he was falling at upwards of 120 miles per hour, Dima couldn't help but think to himself. They had better leave me some food. Fueled by the thought of going without a meal, the Russian brought his legs closer together and his arms in towards his sides, turning the calm decent into a full on terminal velocity dive. I will get my damn dumplings! If the wind had been howling before, it was roaring now as the over eager man sailed past the Dane and American before stabilizing himself again in preparation to pull his chute. Ensuring that the other two were not anywhere directly above him, Dima glanced one last time at his Altimeter, down at the already landing Aleksandra, and then one more time above before pulling his chute. First, a moment akin to hovering hit before all at once the whole world jerked to a stop and continued on again, this time much slower.

Looking up one last time made Dima finally realize that the intent had been for them all to link up mid-fall. Feeling a light heat rise to his cheeks, the Russian focused his attention back to the ground and his intended target. Searching for a moment before finding his countryman, he smiled while bringing the steerable parachute in for a smooth and graceful ass sliding across the grass. Having cut off the Master Sergeant, the FSB operative gave her a goofy but charming smile. “You're going to make me dumplings tonight, right?”

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