thedman

World of Light

Michael and Franklin

Level 4- (17/40) EXP / Level 3- (11/30) EXP
Location: Hammerhead ---> Lumbridge
Wordcount: 395

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Item Recieved

Needles' Machete

A cruel, twisted implement of murder. It serrated razor edge inflicts cuts deep, causing severe bleeding on susceptible foes. It's built more for power than finesse but balanced well for throwing. Its 'owner' can resummon it into his hand just by willing it, at which point it materializes from flame that can in fact hurt the owner if he's not careful. The blade is somehow flammable but will never burn up, allowing it to be set on fire indefinitely.

Soon after their conversation with Trevor had finished, Michael and Franklin prepared to hit the road once again, Michael getting into the driver's seat of the monster truck and Franklin getting back on his bike. The ride was a much more peaceful one than before, with nobody ambushing them out of nowhere. Still, the two criminals were on high alert, with Franklin driving ahead of the convoy so that he could spot any possible attackers before they struck. While most of the rabbit creatures had seemingly lost interest and left the group, the addition of the monster truck made up for the loss of manpower. Sitting at the helm of the massive machine, Michael felt confident that any attackers would be crushed beneath the truck's oversized wheels.

The terrain had also changed, the convoy leaving the desert-like area behind in favor for greener terrain. Franklin was especially thankful for the change in scenery, since it meant there would be less dust being kicked up in his face. After a quick stop to determine their destination, the convoy headed on to a nearby town.

From what Michael could tell, the town appeared to be more on the medieval side, judging by the buildings. Parking the monster truck near the rest of the convoy, Michael stepped out, Franklin appearing nearby on his motorcycle. The two continued on foot to explore the village.
There was certainly a wide variety of people here, a few of them stopping to stare at the newcomers. Michael gave a short wave as he walked by them, unsure of what to make of them. The two wandered around for a while, looking at the various buildings as they did so. Eventually, they came upon the general store, the two sharing a look and shrugging as they walked in. They didn't know what else to do, and maybe they'd find something useful.

Inside, they found that the kid with the hat had already beaten them to it. "Hey." Michael said, looking around as the shopkeeper spoke to the kid. Apparently, she was interested in some sort of hourglass, which was a quest reward and couldn't be sold. That got their attention- he had no idea what it was, but the kid seemed interested in it, and if it was some special reward it might be something useful. "A quest reward, huh? What's the quest?"

Help! My Whole Town Is Stuck In This Fantasy World! (Interest Check)

This is an interesting idea, although I'm in a ton of different RP's right now, both on this site and off it. I'll keep track of this, but I'm not sure if I will be able to join right now. Feel free to ask me for ideas, though- I'm a big fan of ISOT-type stuff.

Earthgone: A Sci-Fi/Cosmic Horror NRP

I will start working on something soon.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Moonreaver
Bridge of the Renatus | Location Unknown

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From the responses of the other delegations, it seemed that they supported the idea of jumping to the nearest system. That was good- a disagreement at this stage could prove troublesome. While Ikani usually didn't care much for Terran politics, she knew how far disagreements could escalate between them. If Shelley's analysis was correct, though, a good number of these Terrans had similar governments, which would hopefully make working together easier. While she usually didn't pay too much attention to the minute differences between Terran governments back home, if they were going to be stuck alongside these ones, it would be important to learn more about them. Shelley was their resident Terran expert, so she'd leave that up to her.

There were a few new arrivals still coming in, including the only other non-humans they had seen. They seemed to speak the same language as everyone else, though, so it was possible that they knew of humans. As they entered, Shelley's earlier question was answered as the delegation discussed their experiences with travel between universes. The infested Terran took mental notes as she listened to his explanation. It seemed that while travel between universes was possible, they did not possess the technology to do so. Once they were finished explaining, she gave a nod. "Thank you. Hopefully, we can find a solution to this problem, although it is a difficult one to solve. In our universe, a race known as the Xel'Naga once had the ability to travel between universes, but they are long extinct. Maybe the natives have their own methods?"

Valtrix soon spoke up, pointing out that they still didn't know where they were, and that discussing different universes wouldn't get them anywhere at this stage, and Ikani agreed with him. "He's right. We need to focus on what to do now, not later." She looked over at the captain. "Captain, if you could bring up a map, it would be helpful. We need to know what systems are nearby, and which one we should travel to first."

The Solomon delegation spoke up next, mentioning that they would need to resupply eventually. They then turned to the Daedalus delegation,
offering to trade technologies. While Moonreaver and the Zerg organisms inside could enter hibernation and survive indefinitely, it was by no means desirable. They didn't need industry like the Terrans, but having somewhere to settle down and expand the brood would be nice. If she really wanted, Ikani could leave without the others and settle on some remote world, but having them around would be convenient. It would take a massive amount of resources to create a Leviathan similar to Moonreaver, resources that they didn't have. There was no Char, no fellow Broodmothers to rely on- they were on their own. After a few more moments of contemplation, Ikani spoke. "We do not require industry, at least not in the same way that you Terrans do. We can create our own...industries, if we have somewhere to colonize. Preferable a mineral-rich world. From there, I could expand my brood tremendously. If the natives are hostile, it might be necessary."

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Unfortunately, I will not be able to get a post up today. Sorry for the delays, but hopefully I should be able to get one up tomorrow.

World of Light

Michael and Franklin

Level 4- (17/40) EXP / Level 3- (11/30) EXP
Location: Hammerhead
Wordcount: 653

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It took Trevor a few moments to process what he was seeing. After staring for a moment with a shocked expression, he suddenly stepped forward and embraced Michael, who grimaced as he was pulled into a hug with a man who hadn't showered in weeks. "Michael!" Trevor shouted, pulling away from his friend who quickly brushed himself off. "You're still alive, you fat shit. I thought something would've eaten you by now. And Franklin! You're not dead either." Trevor leaned back, looking at the members of the group milling about, and the monster truck in the distance. "And you've found some new friends. What's with the monster truck?"

"Well, the previous owner attacked us, so we...disposed of him and took it for ourselves. Franklin and some of the others fixed it up." Michael gestured to Franklin, who nodded. "And, uh...look, it's kinda complicated. But..." Michael paused, looking at the tinges of red in Trevor's eyes. He shared a look with Franklin, unsure of what to do. They needed to explain the fact that he was under Galeem's influence, but they didn't know how.

Trevor, meanwhile, looked between the two with confusion growing on his face. "But?" He glared at Michael. "I don't like secrets, Michael. And I can tell there's something going on here."

"It's...alright, you see that big ball in the sky?" Trevor nodded. "It's the reason we're all here. And it has everyone under its influence, expect me, Franklin, and our allies. And if you want to be free, you gotta come with us."

Trevor gave Michael a sideways look. "Buddy, I have no idea what you're talking about. I feel perfectly fine."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you're not under its control! Look, I get that you feel fine, and the others people here probably feel fine, too, but that's not the point. It can take control of you, I've seen it happen before!"

"Whatever you say, pal." Trevor said, clearly not concerned by what Michael was saying. Michael could only sigh, seeing that the conversation was going nowhere. Franklin was frowning as well, upset that they seemed to be unable to get through to him.

"So, uh, what are y'all doing here?" Franklin asked, deciding to change the subject.

"Just taking a break, really." Trevor said, taking a sip from his bottle. "Got my truck all fueled up in the back. And, ooh, I've got plans, brother." Trevor broke out into a grin. "I've got plans for this place."

"What, uh...what sorts plans we talking about?"

"Now, this here..." Trevor waved an arm, gesturing to the wilderness behind them. "This is a land of opportunity. It's like the Wild West out here, you know? No cops. No government bullshit. Nothing holding us back." Trevor took another sip of his drink. "I'm gonna bring Trevor Phillips Industries back, and its gonna be bigger and better than ever. And, maybe with some help..." He looked back and Michael and Franklin.

"I appreciate the offer, but we've got our own thing going. Look, if we can take out Galeem, everything returns to normal. We can go home."

"Go home? What, you miss your mansion?"

"I miss my family, Trevor. This world is no place for my kids to grow up."

"Ah, they'll be fine. I mean, look at this place!" He raised his hands. "We have a chance to make something for ourselves! Like the pioneers and shit. Do whatever the fuck we want, 'cause nobody can tell us not to! Fuck the old world, let's make our own!"

"Look, it sounds wonderful. Very utopian. But we're gonna stick to what we're doing."

"Ah, whatever. Have fun with that, then." With a final gulp, he finished the rest of his drink, tossing the bottle aside. "If you get bored with your travelling circus or whatever it is, come and find me." With that, he headed off. Michael and Franklin left soon after.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Alright, tomorrow I will go and get an update out.

Back into roleplaying and writing. Let's tear some shit up

Welcome!

Back into roleplaying.

Welcome!

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

I'll try to get something up soon-ish. My family is coming over tomorrow so I might have to wait.