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In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The hand paced toward the twelve, when it reached its destination there was a knock at the door. Earlson answered and was met by the blue beret he had grown so accustomed to over the years. The beret had a body and the body a name, Tennessee they called her, a bright, blonde and brilliantly beautiful young lady who had worked for the winters for the past 4 years. "Mister Grey." She said with a soft yet direct tone "I've been sent with the device sir." Welcoming her in, Earlson maneuvered the clutter of paperwork and rubbish from the window-facing table and chairs. "Excuse the mess, these two left it in quite a state." He tutted directing a disapproving gaze toward the two unconscious golden mercs pilled in the corner. He took the suitcase from Tennessee and placed it on the table, together they peered inside, both grunting in disappointment at the size of the much anticipated gadget. "Oh well, size isn't everything my dear." He announced with a coy smile.

Earlson grimaced as he opened the door to the roof, the wind rushed past him and instantly he regretted his task "Are you sure i cant tempt you my dear? I'm sure its quite exhilarating once your up there." He motioned toward the not-so-sturdy looking communications mast, creaking as the wind bashed into its frame. Being met with a stoic look of disapproval from Tennessee, he resigned himself to his fate "No? Well it was worth a try!"

Precariously purched on the telegraph mast, Earlson attached the device to the top-most branch of the metal structure. With Tennessee keeping the rope taught, he slowly grappled down to roof-level. "Will it work?" The twenty-something softly asked. "It better, for all our sakes!" The device lit-up, the duo took it as their que to exit and they did so without delay. Both knew what they had just started and both understood the effects were best watched from a safe and very far distance.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mathias sat alone at his desk, the only sound in the room was that of the grandfather clock; its repetition soothing his mind, helping him to concentrate. His plan had become unhinged at times but amazingly the end goal was still in sight, in no time at all the Winters clan will be free of this godforsaken city and out into the world once more. The bait was soon to be set, no blood would be spilt on his snow blanketed estate, as long as Earlson succeeded then everyone was safe, he hoped. As his mind raced with thoughts of doubt and failure the clock let out a bellowing chime, he gasped and stared into oblivion. It was time, the following hours would decide who lived...and who died.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Really Really sorry guys, RL got in the way, i'll have a post set up by the weekend
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In his youth, Mathias had once come across an old man travelling the roads of Wintra, if one was to judge by appearance they would have sworn that this ancient traveler was naught but a frail, demented husk, now destitute and with little skill to speak of. Luckily for Mathias, he was never one to judge so easily. He recalled, during his exercises, how he had fed and sheltered the man. This act of kindness, although unusual for Mathias, did not go unappreciated. In return for his hospitality the traveler taught him the basic principles of Wing-chun.

Now on the snow blanketed patio, Mathias practiced. His arm movements were sharp, yet precise, his lower body was sturdy yet flexible. The trick, as he was taught, is for every movement to have a purpose. He could almost hear his mentors voice, passing through the falling snow before him.

"Think of your body as a river, you must flow. You can either flow fast or flow slow, either way you must get your destination. A river knows its true course, all lead to the Ocean and although they may bend and twist, every rivers course is as direct as the terrain allows. Your Ocean is your target young man, you may bend and swerve, but only to get to your target. Every movement has a purpose, every river knows its course."

He had not performed Wing-Chun in many years, but he felt it necessary now. The tide had turned, the city was always chaotic, even before the rift, but since the broadcast, since the people found hope in the darkness...Things had got much, much worse.
"How long will it take..." He pondered "Before the civilians try to breach the estate? The North wall lies just beyond my land. And how long will it take for the military to storm in after them...and how long until the remainder seep through: the lost few, the demons and the degenerates." Mathias closed his eyes and deeply inhaled the aggressively cold air and as if carried by such action, Boreas assured his host "We will no succumb Mathias, will we defend our land, our people will be protected, your plan will work...it must."

Reassured, Mathias continued his training, he would need all the practice he could get.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Enjoy india :)
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
BBeast said
@Skai, I felt that the latest collab was more fluent as well.I have also noted that we now have two hosts with power over life itself (albeit in very different ways). That's scary.


All Mathias can do is freeze folk, suppose he could always be an ice cream man if his criminal empire falls.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mathias and Zachary-

It had not taken long for Zachary to collect what belongs he had thought he would need. All he had to do was gather them, all his tools as well as his trusty engineering reference book, in a pile and then store them in one of his trap cores, which he placed inside his bag. The trap core made travelling so much lighter, able to compact many, many kilograms of equipment into a small ball weighing much less than a kilogram. Zachary left most of the amenities which make up living quarters, as he assumed that he would be able to access similar facilities at Mr Winter's property. He took as much of the spare parts heap as he could in that trap core as well, just so he could have parts on hand to work with if necessary. If he stayed at Winter's place for a long period of time he would go out and retrieve the rest of his stuff, but for now he only needed the essentials.

A few minutes after entering his temporary workshop Zachary drove out of it again, barrelling down the streets and heading up over the skyway. Why take the hazard of navigating the streets full of people and debris when he could skip most of the journey and take the pristine skyways? Not only was it safer and easier, it was also much quicker. In no time at all Zachary had spotted the dark low-lying storm clouds and descended off the nearest functioning off-ramp. Over the short distance which remained there was, among other things, a road to go down. As he drove down this road, he spotted a military patrol out the side of his eye down a side street as he passed it, and they spotted him to as there were shouts and movements. However, by the time they had gotten onto the road and their fancy plasma machine guns had spun up Zachary was already at the end of the road and only a few plasma bolts streaked past his carriage, missing it comfortably, before he rounded the corner and was out of the line of fire. Zachary laughed. The lightness of this carriage allowed him greater speed and mobility than larger carriages, meaning he could easily outrun the pesky military. He had left that patrol far behind already.

As Zachary approached the snow-covered area he slowed down, despite the fact that he had the same level of grip regardless of ground cover. This perpetual snowstorm in a localised area was a strange sight. I'm betting it's a kage's doing, and I'm also betting that this kage belongs to a particular Mathias Winters, commented Kaa'is. Zachary merely nodded. The cold was creeping into his skin, and he wished that he still had his jacket. This wish triggered memories of how he had lost his jacket and the events connected to it, putting him into a somber mood. Soon the mansion was in view, and it definitely played the part. It had a foreboding air about it, although not entirely menacing. More men in black uniforms and blue berets patrolled the gate, but once they saw who he was they swiftly opened the gate and let him pass. Parking his carriage on a patch of snow-covered lawn beside the main path leading to the entrance, Zachary got out and took his bag with him. He trudged through the snow until he made it up the steps and to the door. He hesitated for a moment, realising that this could be the last chance he had to turn back, but then pushed those thoughts aside as he opened the door and stepped inside.

As if opposing the log fire that burnt heartily a cold wind crept across Mathias' shoulder. He had expected Zachary's arrival slightly later, but it made little difference.

"I'm just through here in the lounge, close the main door Mister Mason, would you kindly?"

Zachary did not need telling to close the door. The warmth of the room greeted him, as opposed to the freezing temperatures outside, so he shut the door behind him so he would be able to warm up properly.

Mathias was surprised by Zachary's youthfulness and healthy complexion, he had expected the engineering prodigy to have turned sickly, withered and worn by the events of the year. He rose from his chair and shook his guests hand before gesturing for him to sit and strolling toward the drinks cabinet.

"Whiskey? I've just opened a classic, 50 year old import from a distillery in Wintra."

Zachary politely shook his head. "No thank you. I prefer to keep my mind sharp."

"Suit yourself." Pouring himself a glass he seats himself back in the wing-back chair before the fireplace.

"They filter it you see, the whiskey. They have it trickle, like a waterfall, down a gigantic lump of ice...what's the word...an iceberg? No, no not an iceberg, but something like that...Anyway, whatever they do to it, it sure makes the difference."

Piercing into Zachary's eyes, Mathias paused for a moment. Silence was held back by the roaring of the fire, until Mathias finally smiled and spoke.

"I'm sorry to drag you here Mister Mason. I trust my agents briefed you on my proposal? I need to loan that marvellous brain of yours, I need a solution to a very daunting problem...I need your help and for it, you shall be greatly rewarded."

Turning his white-gold ring around his finger, he became transfixed by the glowing flames that bounced off the rings onyx setting. Zachary, meanwhile, was quiet. He was slightly nervous, and could not yet find suitable words with which to respond to this man of authority and status, so he let his silence be a signal for Mathias to continue.

"Dante's Inferno, are you familiar with the text? It follows the aforementioned protagonist as he descends hell. Level by level he travels, seeing such...unimaginable horrors,until he reaches the bottom-most level, the pit, the Devil's home..."

"You see Zachary, may I call you Zachary? You see, were all going to get out of here soon and that's just great! But you see the thing is, we aren't civilians anymore. To the outside world were monsters, terrible, mutated and violent monsters. What I'm trying to say Mister Mason, is that amid all this excitement everyone's forgotten the bigger picture, the question that needs to been pondered...What happens when we escape? Are we escaping the devils home...or will we be entering it?"

Mathias allowed silence to once more attempt its approach, suspense to accompany his monologue. Even now, after all this time, Mathias held a flare for the dramatics. While Zachary was unfamiliar with Dante's Inferno, he could picture what Mathias was getting at. His silence continued, but now it was evidently a thoughtful silence.
Once Zachary had digested the message, Mathias withdrew two suitcases from the corner of the room, having handed one to his guest, he sat and placed the other on his lap.

"Inside is everything you'll need, schematics, possible component locations and so on." He instructed gesturing toward Zachary's case.

Opening his own, he revealed neatly layed stacks of currency packs.

"Work for me and all this is yours. The world outside will not be the world we once knew, my financing can help you start afresh. Think about it Zachary, think it over well, this could be the best decision you ever make...or the worst."
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mathias strolled down the hallway, admiring the paintings that adorned his walls. Over the last year his appreciation for the finer things in life, the arts, had been severely overlooked. As he surveyed the sunset landscapes and family portraits, a feeling of atonement washed over him; no longer did his body howl with the winds of pain and his mind was free to look for the future, to dare and to hope.

Such hope manifested with thoughts of his family. His wife and their children were safe, or at least as safe as they could be in a city like this. His mother and sisters however, were the ones that shined in his thoughts. They were avid socialites and at the time of the rapture, were touring the country, far away from Sovereign. No doubt they were sitting in a ornately decorated parlor, drinking tea and keeping a stiff-upper lip, pretending to be unfazed by his lack of contact, undeterred by the prospect that there home was in ruins and their family was slaughtered by the beast of an undeserving wasteland.

Mathias promised himself some determined thoughts- He would make this hell work in his favor, he would reunite his family as a whole once more and they would all benefit from the terrors of Sovereign. Somehow he would right the wrongs and turn this awful chapter of his life into a profitable situation.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sage said
Nice post, felt like I was watching a Tywin scene from GoT, you know, battle of the word? Nice job guys.


...That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said :P
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Winters Estate-Several Hours ago

Mathias and Earlson sat silently in the conservatory, surrounded by the climbing orchids of purple, white and blue. They had just picked up the transmission and let the words of hope flood the halls of the manor. "The walls are finally coming down then." Mathias spoke finally "Earlier than i expected."

Earlson saw the flicker of urgency in his friends eyes "Time for step one?"

"Yes Earlson, its time to rally the troops."

Sector 1 Border- Present time, Earslon Grey

He remembered the days when, even in Sovereign, you could leave your front door wide open and not have to worry. Now, even as Earlson simply walked down the street, he was relieved to have his Magnum holstered by his side. "How the world has change" Earlson solemnly reflected.

Before him, atop a hill of rubble, too Golden Mercs moved precariously along pieces of the cities history.

"Gentlemen, a moment of your time if you will be so kind?" Instantly the lax duo sprung into action, aiming straight at Earlsons head.

"Now now chaps, lets not get ahead of ourselves shall we. Now, take me to your leader...I've always wanted to say that."

Tuborg Heights-Present time, Mathias Winters

Mathias prized the heavy elevator doors open with the aid of his cane. With a booming, resonating thud, he had gained entrance. The smile that had formed on his face quickly retreated in shame, slowly tilting his head, Mathias was faced with a greater challenge than had first thought.

A ladder with thousands of rungs reached to the skies, it appeared that Mathias was in for some intensive exercise.

"Ah...Well now that's just unfair."
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