@AbysmalDemon I can see Samuel and Sonya working on portable cold storage machines while the rest fend off scavengers or beasts attracted by the commotion.
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Definitely interested! If we are using cannon Marvel characters, then I'd love to use a retooled version of Ghost as a hero. If not, maybe a futuristic War-Machine or Colossus.
Vlor marched the party down to Judas' tent, an open area of desert property either avoided out of respect by civilians and peacekeepers alike or bought out by the Quartermaster himself. The Orc wasn't sure about this team, noting that many of the people he was suppose to lead were either displeased by Blim's decision or already ingrained that they should be the leaders. When it came down to a fight, a hunting party should b able to communicate and trust each other like family. This mismatch of freaks and oddballs was not even close to that.
This mission would not only be a test of Vlor's worth, but if they can manage to adapt and work in new situations it seemed. There was a reason why Blim choose the Orc over the already venerated Naia and Samuel. He was testing Vlor just as much at these two. The idea of it made the Orc discouraged in a way, for tasks like there were to serious to throw a rouge in just to see how things go.
AS they reached Judas' tent, an odd scent resonated from the large cloth structure. It smelt of the desert tobaccos Clan Elders would smoke in meetings, an oddly sweet but cold smell. The group entered the tent, greeted by the stench at full force. Vlor tried to ignore it, for it wasn't the worse thing he's ever smelt.
This mission would not only be a test of Vlor's worth, but if they can manage to adapt and work in new situations it seemed. There was a reason why Blim choose the Orc over the already venerated Naia and Samuel. He was testing Vlor just as much at these two. The idea of it made the Orc discouraged in a way, for tasks like there were to serious to throw a rouge in just to see how things go.
AS they reached Judas' tent, an odd scent resonated from the large cloth structure. It smelt of the desert tobaccos Clan Elders would smoke in meetings, an oddly sweet but cold smell. The group entered the tent, greeted by the stench at full force. Vlor tried to ignore it, for it wasn't the worse thing he's ever smelt.
Hey sorry real life stuff the last few days. Will absolutely have a post up tomorrow!
Hey do you guys need me to post? Sorry still getting used I having the lead.
I really wanna see a magician of some sort, I'll admit. Hansa's allowing me to make a hero so I may do a magician, but on the heroes side in general, I think we absolutely require a magician or two. Feel free to do what you're gonna do, but I'm just gonna recommend to do a wizard or something.
To be honest, I've never been a high fantasy magic type, but what about a street-level asshole who builds tech to make it look like he's a wizard! Like he builds homemade wrist-mounted lightning conductors and hover boots and wears a big cape. That I can get down with.
Hey, will work on a hero tonight while at work. I'm not super sure what to write yet, but inspiration will hit me at some point.
At first, O'Henessy was ok. The kid was in the ground, moaning and screaming bloody murder. Hell of a round just ripped through his leg and may of taken the damn thing off. That he could live with. But then another shot rang out and before he knew it the kid was dead. Just gone in a flash of red.
He didn't know what to think. That was just blatant exicution. The kid was defenseless, crying for his mommy. He didn't know who did it, but at that moment he was ready to force feed someone their own shit and teeth. He did his best to calm down. O'Hennessy use to be part of a SWAT team. Different seemed to be that ODSTs can just murder on a whim.
Before making it to th door, he stood over the kid and watched as blood drained from two very new holes burned into his skull. This was fucked up beyond belief. The rat bastard inside better be worth a child's life. If not, O'Hennessy would try and drink this all away or punch one of his commanding officers. Either way, not a great night. Slowly, he made his way to the compound door and began placing breach charges.
"I don't care who just did that," he began, "but if I find out, I swear to whatever God is left that I'm going to put whoever just killed that fucking kid in the ground and piss on your grave! We're suppose to be the fucking good guys here. Insurgents kill kids, not goddamn ODST!"
With that, O'Hennessy stood back from the door and blew the charges. The resulting explosion was loud, rustling nearby grass and shattering the already boarded up windows. He could hear people past the smoke and now lit fire, so O'Hennessy aimed and began to pump round into the doorway. Several thuds hit the ground, along with the sounds of pained screams.
"Ok, now let's move in and politely stop performing child homocide..."
He didn't know what to think. That was just blatant exicution. The kid was defenseless, crying for his mommy. He didn't know who did it, but at that moment he was ready to force feed someone their own shit and teeth. He did his best to calm down. O'Hennessy use to be part of a SWAT team. Different seemed to be that ODSTs can just murder on a whim.
Before making it to th door, he stood over the kid and watched as blood drained from two very new holes burned into his skull. This was fucked up beyond belief. The rat bastard inside better be worth a child's life. If not, O'Hennessy would try and drink this all away or punch one of his commanding officers. Either way, not a great night. Slowly, he made his way to the compound door and began placing breach charges.
"I don't care who just did that," he began, "but if I find out, I swear to whatever God is left that I'm going to put whoever just killed that fucking kid in the ground and piss on your grave! We're suppose to be the fucking good guys here. Insurgents kill kids, not goddamn ODST!"
With that, O'Hennessy stood back from the door and blew the charges. The resulting explosion was loud, rustling nearby grass and shattering the already boarded up windows. He could hear people past the smoke and now lit fire, so O'Hennessy aimed and began to pump round into the doorway. Several thuds hit the ground, along with the sounds of pained screams.
"Ok, now let's move in and politely stop performing child homocide..."
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