You should pm your skype name to me Goat. I primarily use skype for communication too.
And Kish, don't look at me: Weston's dying in an alley, so he obviously fucked up somewhere. And With Godfather's, Lost's, and Anriu's characters, they don't seem perfect, just calculating. Mathias is a mob boss guy looking out for his own, Samuel is... a cunning dude that has partial amnesia (?), and Ik is the puppeteer.
Speaking of Ik, I'm rather interested in his rise to power and how exactly it happened. He's only 21 and has as many connections and resources as Mathias, if not more.
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... Did I miss something? Maybe it's Godfather's post that I haven't read yet....
Kay, posted. I promise Weston won't just be the dude bleeding on the ground now. For realsies, I swear.
With a smile of surrender on his face, Weston Meyer looked down at his soiled military uniform. The once dark green and blue colors of the Arcarus military branch were now a stained brown and red mess. The proud formal attire of a soldier had become rags with a few pins and badges. The washed-up officer chuckled again despite his condition, coughing up another splash of blood.
As the near-blinding light at the colorless alley's opening grew brighter and brighter, Weston began to accept the mortality he was so suddenly forced to confront--or maybe it was his acceptance that fed the light's brightness. Either way, death came closer and closer, and with it a myriad of questions. "Say," he spoke to the disembodied voice of his kage, "what happens? I mean when you die. You died, right? Will I go to the void like you, or do I just stop existing? I'm not really the religious type, so I wouldn't know much about it."
"I wouldn't know actually," the kage admitted in an unusually solemn tone. "None of us went to the void as an afterlife, but were forced there as punishment. Then, having not learned our lesson, we ripped even that realm in two." The kage fell silent for a moment, as if in contemplation, then continued, "I'd like to say our fate has been worse than death, but I'd be lying if I said I knew."
After a moment, Weston smirked and replied, "Wow, you have other emotions besides 'snarky' and 'manipulative'. Now I can throw in 'bitter' and I'll almost be able to consider you the equivalent of a human woman."
"Shouldn't you be dying by now?"
"Ah, there's snarky again. And here I thought we were getting somewhere."
"You stay right there, don't you dare move!" A younger, noticeably male voice suddenly threatened from the other side of the light. All at once, the light faded and the world's monochrome regained its color, revealing a boy, no older than sixteen pointing a pistol directly at the bleeding man on the ground. The way he held it in his obviously non-dominant right hand told Weston that he'd never had to use it before or hadn't had it very long. In the boy's other hand was a worn backpack, probably full of important supplies judging by how tightly he clenched his fist around the strap. "Whaddya got on you?" the boy inquired, hesitantly stepping forward. "Food, medicine, bullets? Huh, military man?"
Weston glanced back down at his destroyed uniform, then laughed. It was a genuine laugh, and probably the first one he'd had in years. He could tell it was the last thing he needed, but the shock kept the pain at bay. Another cough of blood served as a reminder to keep the laughing to a minimum. "I dunno kid, I was gonna ask you the same thing. Got any food or meds in your little pack there? 'Cuz I could use 'em."
Instinctively, the teen gripped the pack in his right hand tighter, while pointing the pistol more aggressively but still not with the intent to kill. "Even if I had what you need, you think I'd give it to some military asshole? Who the hell do you think I am?"
Smirking once again, Weston mocked, "Even if I had what you need, you think I'd give it to some kid pointing a gun at my face when I'm dying anyway?" He pulled his hand from the bleeding hole in his side to properly display the wound. "If you were smart, you'd wait for me to bleed out, then loot my body in case I had a kage or something. You get my stuff, and there's one less asshole for you to deal with."
The boy stayed silent, still pointing the gun a few feet from Weston's chest. The dying man had made him feel a little stupid, but it was a little late to back away now. For all he knew, this guys could be some Conduit that looted a military guy and would attack him as soon as he let his guard down.
Enjoying this last conversation, Weston broke the silence with an inquiry: "So who's the bag for?" The last word was a little weak, as he was becoming even more lightheaded from blood loss.
The boy stepped back, bringing the bag behind him as if to guard it from the bleeding man's advance. "What's it to you?" he replied curtly, avoiding the question.
"Just curiousity," Weston answered. "I was busy dying before you showed up. Now I have something to keep myself bu--s--y." The world suddenly faded to monchrome again, then white, then black.
As the near-blinding light at the colorless alley's opening grew brighter and brighter, Weston began to accept the mortality he was so suddenly forced to confront--or maybe it was his acceptance that fed the light's brightness. Either way, death came closer and closer, and with it a myriad of questions. "Say," he spoke to the disembodied voice of his kage, "what happens? I mean when you die. You died, right? Will I go to the void like you, or do I just stop existing? I'm not really the religious type, so I wouldn't know much about it."
"I wouldn't know actually," the kage admitted in an unusually solemn tone. "None of us went to the void as an afterlife, but were forced there as punishment. Then, having not learned our lesson, we ripped even that realm in two." The kage fell silent for a moment, as if in contemplation, then continued, "I'd like to say our fate has been worse than death, but I'd be lying if I said I knew."
After a moment, Weston smirked and replied, "Wow, you have other emotions besides 'snarky' and 'manipulative'. Now I can throw in 'bitter' and I'll almost be able to consider you the equivalent of a human woman."
"Shouldn't you be dying by now?"
"Ah, there's snarky again. And here I thought we were getting somewhere."
"You stay right there, don't you dare move!" A younger, noticeably male voice suddenly threatened from the other side of the light. All at once, the light faded and the world's monochrome regained its color, revealing a boy, no older than sixteen pointing a pistol directly at the bleeding man on the ground. The way he held it in his obviously non-dominant right hand told Weston that he'd never had to use it before or hadn't had it very long. In the boy's other hand was a worn backpack, probably full of important supplies judging by how tightly he clenched his fist around the strap. "Whaddya got on you?" the boy inquired, hesitantly stepping forward. "Food, medicine, bullets? Huh, military man?"
Weston glanced back down at his destroyed uniform, then laughed. It was a genuine laugh, and probably the first one he'd had in years. He could tell it was the last thing he needed, but the shock kept the pain at bay. Another cough of blood served as a reminder to keep the laughing to a minimum. "I dunno kid, I was gonna ask you the same thing. Got any food or meds in your little pack there? 'Cuz I could use 'em."
Instinctively, the teen gripped the pack in his right hand tighter, while pointing the pistol more aggressively but still not with the intent to kill. "Even if I had what you need, you think I'd give it to some military asshole? Who the hell do you think I am?"
Smirking once again, Weston mocked, "Even if I had what you need, you think I'd give it to some kid pointing a gun at my face when I'm dying anyway?" He pulled his hand from the bleeding hole in his side to properly display the wound. "If you were smart, you'd wait for me to bleed out, then loot my body in case I had a kage or something. You get my stuff, and there's one less asshole for you to deal with."
The boy stayed silent, still pointing the gun a few feet from Weston's chest. The dying man had made him feel a little stupid, but it was a little late to back away now. For all he knew, this guys could be some Conduit that looted a military guy and would attack him as soon as he let his guard down.
Enjoying this last conversation, Weston broke the silence with an inquiry: "So who's the bag for?" The last word was a little weak, as he was becoming even more lightheaded from blood loss.
The boy stepped back, bringing the bag behind him as if to guard it from the bleeding man's advance. "What's it to you?" he replied curtly, avoiding the question.
"Just curiousity," Weston answered. "I was busy dying before you showed up. Now I have something to keep myself bu--s--y." The world suddenly faded to monchrome again, then white, then black.
Absolutely loved to collabs guys. Very well-written for the most part, and kept me enthralled the entire time. I could see the mental chess pieces moving across the board with each part of each conversation. You guys set up quite a bit of awesomeness with all the alliances and connections. Making Arianna resemble Sam's sister added an interesting twist too. Chapter 1 might bit a bit longer than in the original with all this stuff going on.
Imma post tonight, AND I'LL BE FREE TO COLLAB WITH LOST ALL DAY TOMORROW (today technically... Wednesday) IF HE IS AVAILABLE
I'm also going to do a second character here soon, but I'm still working out details for him (mostly history and personality).
Imma post tonight, AND I'LL BE FREE TO COLLAB WITH LOST ALL DAY TOMORROW (today technically... Wednesday) IF HE IS AVAILABLE
I'm also going to do a second character here soon, but I'm still working out details for him (mostly history and personality).
I work tonight, but don't know my schedule tomorrow. If I'm off or close, I'll post tonight.
Well then... yeah imma post soon. Either a Lost collab or a solo depending on whether Lost responds to me on skype
So. Posting. Some of that should happen. If I get a wild hair up my ass I may do one tonight/this morning for moving Weston forward. Lost and I can collab our flashback on a later date, maybe when we're close to encountering each other in he present so it fits better. If I don't post in a couple hours I'll be free-ish til 5:30pm MST (-7 UTC). The next day will have about the same availability.
Probably not happening anytime soon the way things are going. I feel like he's not even looking at the OOC. Somehow he and Skai seem to communicate fine but me trying to get a hold of him is like finding a piece of hay in a needle stack. I've wasted my day waiting for a chance to collab and trying to reinstall League of Legends. Both things have basically yielded no results and I'm a little pissed.
So I DID have to work tonight, but I'm legitimately off until Friday night now. I SHOULD be able to collab with Lost in that time.
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