Kipper Dulorme – speeding through Outward via hovercycle toward Apartment Building 14 6:25 am
“Shit, Chess! What the fuck did you do now?!” Kipper blasted through the air in his red bucket of bolts, eyes shifting between what was in front of him and the burning apartment building in the distance. He knew that building all too well. It’s where shithead Francis lived, the place he left his coworker after they finished a bottle of cheap vodka down at the Podunk bar after work. His younger brother Noah told him about the burning building before he left for his shift, mentioning how he’d ‘appreciate that kind of thing, being a pyromaniac and all.’ It was no secret that Kipper had a fetish for fire, but not under these circumstances. Chess was a good friend, but if he got arrested, he’d do anything to shorten his sentence at the H&W center; like rat him and his hovercycle gang out for a laundry list of crimes committed. Kipper had a mouth on him, and he told Chess about almost every crazy thing the Outward Law ever did. If the BPF found out about it...
“Come on damn it pick up!” He tried communicating directly through cyber brain, but Chess didn’t answer. Several sentry units appeared overhead, sending him the cautionary message: Please Drive Safe as they flew past him. “Oh, fuck me.” The BPF were more than likely at the scene by now, but they went and sent more backup? That meant more eyes. Chess was a slippery guy, but with that amount of sentries on patrol he wouldn’t last long.
He disengaged the thrusters and made for a low descent. Instead of direct dialing, he decided to send a text message through a hacked ID that couldn’t be traced: “I know whats goin on. Meet at the spot.” Kipper hoped Chess had enough sense to know that the spot, was the abandoned bowling alley near Main Street, and not the strip club with the canned spaghetti buffet they got thrown out of.It's only a couple of blocks from Francis' place. He should be fine, Kipper reasoned. That bastard better get this... He sent the message with a blink and made his way toward the location.
Noah & Arthur Dulorme – Crater Bay – 12:00 p.m.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Noah said, trying to calm his big brother down. Arthur was a big man, and the thick mane and beard he sported made him look like a grizzly bear.
“Why the fuck would I lie about this?” His fierce glare pierced into Noah, who was more concerned than afraid for his brother. Arthur was a pilot for the excavation ships that came in from earth. Every morning at 4am, Arthur was shuttled over to the outskirts at the large hangar bay doors where the vessels always came through. He’d board the designated ship and manually take over the controls to steer it right through Wayward and into Crater Bay. After the ship was relieved of its cargo, he’d then fly it back to the hangar bay gates, where the automated AI pilot would take over and set a course back to earth. Arthur would then wait at the hangar bay outpost until the next vessel arrived, repeating the same cycle until 3pm. Arthur was one of the best in his field; a near perfect employee that never messed up, until now. “Fifteen fucking pieces of cargo, right out from under my damn nose. FUCK!”
Noah drew his brother closer, motioning him further away from prying eyes and over to a large rock face. “Listen, I know your supe. Dulaney right? That guy still owes me for covering his ass when we got audited. I’ll give him a talk. You’ll get a slap on the wrist, brother. Everything’s peach.” Arthur was about to open his mouth to say something, but Noah interjected. “Besides, they’ll cross reference the surveillance cameras on the ships you piloted with the visual feed from your cyberbrain. Most you’ll get tagged with is negligence – which is way nicer than what I’d say about you.”
"When the fuck did you get so smart?" Arthur shook his head. It didn’t feel right having his younger brother cover for him. It was always the other way around. Still, he wasn’t going to just drop it. Arthur has way too much pride, much less a reputation to worry about. If word got out that someone stole from him, and he did nothing about it, Arthur and The Outward Law would be perceived as pushovers. Weak. He couldn’t have that, not when he had a neighborhood to protect.
“We call up our hounds. Make them sniff around and find out who’s behind this. Soon as we do, we’ll make the fuckers pay and send the bodies to the BPF.”
Noah nodded in agreement, which seemed to take the edge off Arthur’s rage. He sought to quell his mood even further. “Look brother,” he began, scratching the thin scar running down his right eye. “Me and Kip pitched in.” Arthur turned to him, confused. “With you and Alaina getting hitched soon, we want to throw you a nice bachelor party. Last chance to sow your royal oats and shit.” Noah then sent a message confirmation to Arthur for several box seat tickets to tonight’s Graviskate match up. Arthur’s shitty work day suddenly made a turn for the better.
“You…? No fuckin way. Box seats!? This is a big game, Noah. How the fuck did you land these?”
“Don’t worry about that.” Noah smiled as he playfully swatted his big brother’s shoulder. “All this shit that's going on? I’ll take care of it. Today is your day.”
Outward District- 4:30 PM
A group of men on hovercycles stood in a collapsed opening of a deserted building. They each had leather jackets with a giant patch sewn on their backs that read: "The Skeleton Kings". A big man with a metal chain around his neck crossed his arms. Trinidad was his name.
“See?” He said, nodding over to what they all were looking at. “Like clockwork. Everyday. Same time.” The group of engineer workers huddled close to each other as they hurried down the sidewalk toward the transit station.
“Any females?” A short bald man snickered.
Their leader stepped forward and they all fell silent. Every piece of his flesh was covered in ink. He looked like a ghoul, draped with a mosaic of disturbing images, and no one dared ask for their meaning. “Not the point, Sam.” He spat. “We need them for something else. Something better.” His silent, yet maniacal laugh made the group uncomfortable. He didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing, except divine providence, and that group of engineers was going to take him to it. “I prayed to the void...and he sent me angels.”
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No apologies needed for quality work! All post lengths are welcome (minimum being a paragraph). I just hope people will be okay with me posting as several different characters. Also, realized Edward's pic didn't link properly. Got that fixed.
No worries Whisket. I know we've all got busy schedules every now and then (or all the time). Glad to hear it though. Can't wait to read your post!
Nice work Whirlwind! I went ahead and just created the MacArthurs as PCs for us to use. Hope that's okay!
Nice work Whirlwind! I went ahead and just created the MacArthurs as PCs for us to use. Hope that's okay!
Noah Dulorme – 6:09 am - Outward District 6th point parallel – Little America – Rooftop of Project Building Alpha
Byzantium weather is a phenomena in on itself. The gentle gust of wind, the feint warmth of a rising sun. All of these things felt real. Natural. But somewhere, a team of engineers were orchestrating every subtle nuance of today’s forecast. At least that’s what the centralnet said. Any information beyond that was left for the imagination. Looking out from the rooftop of his project building, the sun rose perfectly behind the Beacon like it always did, igniting its skyscrapers with a lavishing aura that brought permanence to its name. From where he stood, that place may as well have been on the moon. He imagined people in expensive suits drinking expensive liquor, dancing without a care in the world. Maybe someone on one of those exotic tower suites was looking back at him now, thankful that they’d never have to worry about ending up in a dump like this. They must feel like gods, Noah thought. The weather controllers. The Beaconites. Hell, even people in the Residential Ward got it made. They’d be right to think so; if Beacon was on the moon, then Outward was back on earth.
A loud scream was heard somewhere down on street level. Noah paid it no mind. He kept his focus on his hovercycle, double-checking the battery core's wiring. Within minutes, a pack of sentry units darted toward the direction where the scream came from. One of them stopped and redirected its attention toward Noah.
“Halt.” A grizzly, monotone voice echoed from the unit’s speakers. A beam of light flashed from one of its appendages and rigorously scanned Noah. “State the manner of your business Citizen Noah Dulorme.” He froze in place and slowly looked up at the Sentry. It was as large as his hovercycle, and its appendages were now armed with stun weapons. “Just fixing my bike before heading off to work.”Just then, a loud explosion went off not too far from where Noah stood. He turned west and spotted a burning apartment building less than a mile away.
“Potential Arson suspects fleeing the scene. Rerouting to point 5 parallel for assistance. Thank you Citizen for your cooperation. Governor Aldridge wishes you a wonderful day. ” Noah felt the heat from the sentry’s thrusters as it bolted off into the direction of the explosion. He shrugged, then went back to tuning up his hovercycle. Just another typical morning in Outward.
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The Beacon 7:00 am – UHF Banking Tower
Edward MacArthur impatiently stood in front of his workplace, United Hedge Fund, Beacon’s premier banking tower. Even though the event coordinator arrived on time, the 65 year old bank investor was still irritated. He hated waiting for people. It was beneath him. He just wanted to get this over with so he could get back to work.
“Hi there! I’m Delilah Rould, we spoke yesterday?”
“Yes we did. Edward MacArthur.” He reached out to shake her hand. It felt more like a chore than a welcoming gesture. “Listen, I’m pressed for time so I’ll get to the point. The reason for our face-to-face is so my son won’t try tapping into our conversation. He’s a bit odd like that. Anyways, it’s his birthday and…well, it was two days ago, but I haven’t had the time to plan anything special for him. He’s 21 you see. He and his friends want a night out on the town. I’ve heard that you’ve got quite the connections. Just make sure he has a good time.”
MacArthur winked, forwarding a bio of his son via cyberbrain message. It is specially encrypted so only Delilah could open it.
“I know it’s not much to go on, but you know how kids are. They tell you they like to do certain things, but then scrutinize you for bringing it up. He’s a bit too wound up, you see?” Edward didn’t discuss the topic further, leaving it up to Delilah for interpretation. He glanced at the clock displayed on the bottom left of his vision. “Any questions? Because I have one: How much will your services cost me exactly?”
Byzantium weather is a phenomena in on itself. The gentle gust of wind, the feint warmth of a rising sun. All of these things felt real. Natural. But somewhere, a team of engineers were orchestrating every subtle nuance of today’s forecast. At least that’s what the centralnet said. Any information beyond that was left for the imagination. Looking out from the rooftop of his project building, the sun rose perfectly behind the Beacon like it always did, igniting its skyscrapers with a lavishing aura that brought permanence to its name. From where he stood, that place may as well have been on the moon. He imagined people in expensive suits drinking expensive liquor, dancing without a care in the world. Maybe someone on one of those exotic tower suites was looking back at him now, thankful that they’d never have to worry about ending up in a dump like this. They must feel like gods, Noah thought. The weather controllers. The Beaconites. Hell, even people in the Residential Ward got it made. They’d be right to think so; if Beacon was on the moon, then Outward was back on earth.
A loud scream was heard somewhere down on street level. Noah paid it no mind. He kept his focus on his hovercycle, double-checking the battery core's wiring. Within minutes, a pack of sentry units darted toward the direction where the scream came from. One of them stopped and redirected its attention toward Noah.
“Halt.” A grizzly, monotone voice echoed from the unit’s speakers. A beam of light flashed from one of its appendages and rigorously scanned Noah. “State the manner of your business Citizen Noah Dulorme.” He froze in place and slowly looked up at the Sentry. It was as large as his hovercycle, and its appendages were now armed with stun weapons. “Just fixing my bike before heading off to work.”Just then, a loud explosion went off not too far from where Noah stood. He turned west and spotted a burning apartment building less than a mile away.
“Potential Arson suspects fleeing the scene. Rerouting to point 5 parallel for assistance. Thank you Citizen for your cooperation. Governor Aldridge wishes you a wonderful day. ” Noah felt the heat from the sentry’s thrusters as it bolted off into the direction of the explosion. He shrugged, then went back to tuning up his hovercycle. Just another typical morning in Outward.
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The Beacon 7:00 am – UHF Banking Tower
Edward MacArthur impatiently stood in front of his workplace, United Hedge Fund, Beacon’s premier banking tower. Even though the event coordinator arrived on time, the 65 year old bank investor was still irritated. He hated waiting for people. It was beneath him. He just wanted to get this over with so he could get back to work.
“Hi there! I’m Delilah Rould, we spoke yesterday?”
“Yes we did. Edward MacArthur.” He reached out to shake her hand. It felt more like a chore than a welcoming gesture. “Listen, I’m pressed for time so I’ll get to the point. The reason for our face-to-face is so my son won’t try tapping into our conversation. He’s a bit odd like that. Anyways, it’s his birthday and…well, it was two days ago, but I haven’t had the time to plan anything special for him. He’s 21 you see. He and his friends want a night out on the town. I’ve heard that you’ve got quite the connections. Just make sure he has a good time.”
MacArthur winked, forwarding a bio of his son via cyberbrain message. It is specially encrypted so only Delilah could open it.
“I know it’s not much to go on, but you know how kids are. They tell you they like to do certain things, but then scrutinize you for bringing it up. He’s a bit too wound up, you see?” Edward didn’t discuss the topic further, leaving it up to Delilah for interpretation. He glanced at the clock displayed on the bottom left of his vision. “Any questions? Because I have one: How much will your services cost me exactly?”
Nice post QT!
Great work on Triss, Diggerton! Welcome aboard.
IC post is up. This is more of an event post to keep you updated with what's going on around Byzantium. If you'd like to associate yourself with anything listed in each point, please feel free to do so and PM me if you have any questions.
When you do post an IC, please put where your character is located so I can keep track of where everyone is.
Have fun!
IC post is up. This is more of an event post to keep you updated with what's going on around Byzantium. If you'd like to associate yourself with anything listed in each point, please feel free to do so and PM me if you have any questions.
When you do post an IC, please put where your character is located so I can keep track of where everyone is.
Have fun!
Byzantium – 4:59 am August 25, 2089
The dome of Byzantium’s upper atmosphere glistens with artificial starlight. At precisely 5am, the transitional shift into morning occurs. The glowing orange hue of a fake sun shimmers in the horizon, and by the time it reaches its uppermost point, it will be covered by thick rain clouds. Greater Byzantium is scheduled for a midday drizzle, which may last into the night. Its citizens are preoccupied by their daily morning rituals, however, a growing concern over recent incidents are beginning to startle the masses.
Two days ago, a family was brutally murdered in their apartment in the residential sector. Their bodies were in a gruesome state of disfigurement, posed in a disturbing manner throughout their home. Suspect(s) still at large. In downtown the following day, a man was seen attacking random citizens. Biting into flesh, bludgeoning skulls, and clawing out eyes. These unrelated events of extreme violence, coupled with the recent spike of criminal activity in Outward, has people worried. The last time anything like this occurred was over five years ago, but even then, it wasn't as aggressive. And with a rumored vaccination patch on the way, people are scared of a possible repeat of what happened before.
Still, the show must go on, and Byzantium's citizens are urged to go about their day without a hitch. The government has responded to safety concerns by sending out hundreds of additional Sentry units to patrol the city. While the notion might be comforting to most, one cannot help but feel that something is off about this place they've now called home...
As scheduled, a primary news feed -run by the Byzantium government- is streaming into every cyberized brain the moment they wake up. It appears as running text on the top and bottom of their vision. With a thought and a wink, they can navigate and expand each headlined point to get more info on what is going on today.
-=Governor Aldridge wishes you a wonderful day in Byzantium=-
-=Governor Aldridge wishes you a wonderful day in Byzantium=-
The dome of Byzantium’s upper atmosphere glistens with artificial starlight. At precisely 5am, the transitional shift into morning occurs. The glowing orange hue of a fake sun shimmers in the horizon, and by the time it reaches its uppermost point, it will be covered by thick rain clouds. Greater Byzantium is scheduled for a midday drizzle, which may last into the night. Its citizens are preoccupied by their daily morning rituals, however, a growing concern over recent incidents are beginning to startle the masses.
Two days ago, a family was brutally murdered in their apartment in the residential sector. Their bodies were in a gruesome state of disfigurement, posed in a disturbing manner throughout their home. Suspect(s) still at large. In downtown the following day, a man was seen attacking random citizens. Biting into flesh, bludgeoning skulls, and clawing out eyes. These unrelated events of extreme violence, coupled with the recent spike of criminal activity in Outward, has people worried. The last time anything like this occurred was over five years ago, but even then, it wasn't as aggressive. And with a rumored vaccination patch on the way, people are scared of a possible repeat of what happened before.
Still, the show must go on, and Byzantium's citizens are urged to go about their day without a hitch. The government has responded to safety concerns by sending out hundreds of additional Sentry units to patrol the city. While the notion might be comforting to most, one cannot help but feel that something is off about this place they've now called home...
As scheduled, a primary news feed -run by the Byzantium government- is streaming into every cyberized brain the moment they wake up. It appears as running text on the top and bottom of their vision. With a thought and a wink, they can navigate and expand each headlined point to get more info on what is going on today.
Since it's an open world, there are a number of ways to go about this. But the main point would be to uncover the truth behind Byzantium and the Buildmasters, ultimately deciding the best course of action for yourself and/or the city.
Combine that with action-packed psychological - survival horror elements, and you have Ghost Inertia.
Combine that with action-packed psychological - survival horror elements, and you have Ghost Inertia.
Okay, well regardless if we get anymore players, I intend to have the IC up no later than Monday!
Thanks Rhymer. Are you still planning on making a character?
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