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STATUS: Graduated from uni, been working, and looking to get into some good RP's 6 yrs ago
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Thing's are getting a little hectic - my current uni status can be described as "All the assignments!" - will do my best to keep up with RP's though.
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Programmer and Reenactor out of Australia.
Always looking for a good Scifi/Fantasy RP with a mystery to unravel.
Work keeps me busy, but I'll do my best to keep up with RP's.
Always looking for a good Scifi/Fantasy RP with a mystery to unravel.
Work keeps me busy, but I'll do my best to keep up with RP's.
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Sorry for the delay folks, will do better next time.
Hope you enjoy
Hope you enjoy
Armas stared up at the great cat in the middle of the cavern in terrified awe. The beast was as tall him at the shoulder, all bristling fur and rippling muscle. The fangs protruding from the great jaw looked as long as his forearm. It growled, low and threatening, and Armas felt it in the pit of his stomach as the sound reverberated off the walls of the cavern. The strange magician was behind the great cat, held in the air by one of it's tails, the other twitching side to side.
"Son of a bit..." Armas breathed.
The tail holding the man uncurled, dropping him to the ground with a grunt. Armas just had time to register the change in the cat's stance before it leaped at them. Armas dived to one side as hundreds of kilograms of fur and muscle came flying towards them, missing Edward by mere miraculous inches. The lantern swung wildly, casting crazy shadows as the cat slid to a halt on the stone floor. Edward was yelling something about a gun as it turned to face the women.
Constance a pulled a gun from somewhere, a blocky looking thing of hard grey metal. She pulled the trigger once - twice - as the beast leaped at her, the explosive roar of the gun echoing of the sides of the chamber and leaving a ringing in his ears. Luna dived to one side, and the cat swiped at Constance, sending her crashing into the cave wall with a terrible scream. The gun clattered to the floor, bouncing in his direction.
The cat seemed to pause, deciding it's next move and Armas went for the gun, dropping the stupid stick he'd picked up earlier. He wasn't much of a shot, but he knew which end the bullet came out of, a relic of shooting cans off the side of the fishing boat during lazy afternoons.
"Grab them!" he shouted, indicating the magician and the injured Constance with the lantern, making the light in the cave dance wildly again. He pointed the gun at the cat praying it still worked after the fall and squeezed the trigger. He had no idea if it could actually hurt the beast, but hopefully it would convince it they were too much trouble. The gun went off with another terrific bang. "Come on let's go!"
"Son of a bit..." Armas breathed.
The tail holding the man uncurled, dropping him to the ground with a grunt. Armas just had time to register the change in the cat's stance before it leaped at them. Armas dived to one side as hundreds of kilograms of fur and muscle came flying towards them, missing Edward by mere miraculous inches. The lantern swung wildly, casting crazy shadows as the cat slid to a halt on the stone floor. Edward was yelling something about a gun as it turned to face the women.
Constance a pulled a gun from somewhere, a blocky looking thing of hard grey metal. She pulled the trigger once - twice - as the beast leaped at her, the explosive roar of the gun echoing of the sides of the chamber and leaving a ringing in his ears. Luna dived to one side, and the cat swiped at Constance, sending her crashing into the cave wall with a terrible scream. The gun clattered to the floor, bouncing in his direction.
The cat seemed to pause, deciding it's next move and Armas went for the gun, dropping the stupid stick he'd picked up earlier. He wasn't much of a shot, but he knew which end the bullet came out of, a relic of shooting cans off the side of the fishing boat during lazy afternoons.
"Grab them!" he shouted, indicating the magician and the injured Constance with the lantern, making the light in the cave dance wildly again. He pointed the gun at the cat praying it still worked after the fall and squeezed the trigger. He had no idea if it could actually hurt the beast, but hopefully it would convince it they were too much trouble. The gun went off with another terrific bang. "Come on let's go!"
Just me, working on my post now. Go ahead and post though if I don't get anything up soon
Im Alive!
The small party walked deeper into the woods. Armas winced a bit at Conway's angry shout, but kept going. Hopefully he could swing it as just keeping an eye on the others. Edward kept up his little diatribe as they kept moving, seeming dinstinctly unhappy to be there. Armas tuned it out, trying to keep an eye on the dark forest around them.
Suddenly Edward was cut off with a sudden curse and a crash of undergrowth as he tripped over a hidden root. Armas grinned a little at the blue streak coming from the reporter as he started to pull himself up. He moved forward with Luna, lighting the way and helping her pull Edward to his feet, brushing the leaves and dirt off his clothes. He looked up at Luna's soft joke, noticing the dark cave for the first time.
"Soldier's didn't mention anythin' bout a cave - did they come out this way?" He asked, holding the lantern ahead. A man in a black suit and top hat - of all the things to be wearing on the expedition! - stepped out of the darkness. Armas felt his eyes start to cross a little at the stream of consciousness monologue that followed, but managed to pick up on the salient points. He wasn't even aware they had a ship's magician, but here he was getting dragged into some dark cave by something nasty.
Luna looked at him, a hefty stone gripped in one hand, and started grimly towards the cave. Krauss simply turned and walked off, mumbling something about spiked drinks. Armas couldn't really blame him, and it was probably best they got word back to camp as soon as possible. Constance was clapping and carrying on, “Wait for me, sweetpea!” she said, following after Luna.
Armas had no idea if it was actually some kind of trick or not, but he wasn't about to leave those two by themselves in the middle of the dark woods. Particularly when he was the one with the lantern. They walked towards the cave, keeping eyes and ears peeled for any sign of the beast or strange magician. As they reached the mouth of the cave he leant down and picked up a solid looking stick, gripping it in one hand. He'd never been much for fighting - his experience stopped at the occasional bar brawl, but he had a good reach and solid swing.
“Come on out, darling, we all know that was just for show,” Constance said, pressing up against Luna “Seriously, it was fun at first but this bit has gone on a little too long. You can go ahead a drop the charade.” Armas waved at her to be quiet as he moved forward to be level with Luna, holding the lantern ahead. The walls of the cave were damp, and glistened in the lantern-light, but the back of the cave still vanished into the inky black.
Suddenly Edward was cut off with a sudden curse and a crash of undergrowth as he tripped over a hidden root. Armas grinned a little at the blue streak coming from the reporter as he started to pull himself up. He moved forward with Luna, lighting the way and helping her pull Edward to his feet, brushing the leaves and dirt off his clothes. He looked up at Luna's soft joke, noticing the dark cave for the first time.
"Soldier's didn't mention anythin' bout a cave - did they come out this way?" He asked, holding the lantern ahead. A man in a black suit and top hat - of all the things to be wearing on the expedition! - stepped out of the darkness. Armas felt his eyes start to cross a little at the stream of consciousness monologue that followed, but managed to pick up on the salient points. He wasn't even aware they had a ship's magician, but here he was getting dragged into some dark cave by something nasty.
Luna looked at him, a hefty stone gripped in one hand, and started grimly towards the cave. Krauss simply turned and walked off, mumbling something about spiked drinks. Armas couldn't really blame him, and it was probably best they got word back to camp as soon as possible. Constance was clapping and carrying on, “Wait for me, sweetpea!” she said, following after Luna.
Armas had no idea if it was actually some kind of trick or not, but he wasn't about to leave those two by themselves in the middle of the dark woods. Particularly when he was the one with the lantern. They walked towards the cave, keeping eyes and ears peeled for any sign of the beast or strange magician. As they reached the mouth of the cave he leant down and picked up a solid looking stick, gripping it in one hand. He'd never been much for fighting - his experience stopped at the occasional bar brawl, but he had a good reach and solid swing.
“Come on out, darling, we all know that was just for show,” Constance said, pressing up against Luna “Seriously, it was fun at first but this bit has gone on a little too long. You can go ahead a drop the charade.” Armas waved at her to be quiet as he moved forward to be level with Luna, holding the lantern ahead. The walls of the cave were damp, and glistened in the lantern-light, but the back of the cave still vanished into the inky black.
Thats it! Last ever exam for university for completed - just the piece of paper to get now.
What the heck do I do now?
Oh yeah - work on my next RP post!
What the heck do I do now?
Oh yeah - work on my next RP post!
Posted! Lemme know what you think
Contance's chatter faded into the background as Armas stared in the campfire. A tree made a convenient backrest as he stretched out, taking the load off his injured leg. It had been a long afternoon after they'd gotten the medbay squared away, and he was enjoying the oppurtunity to relax. He raised his tin mug to his lips and took a tip, grimacing slightly at the burn of the rough ship's rum. The UINC rum was the smoothest drink he'd ever had, but it was strong, and the Garrloch had plenty of it. The spirit was quite useful - helped purify drinking water, improved morale - could even be used as a disinfectant and engine degreaser in a pinch.
They'd made good time steaming towards the island after the plane had gotten back from it's little recon flight. Hollway and the journalist had been moping that they hadn't been allowed to land and check out the island first, and Armas smiled slightly at the memory. He'd ended up part of the work party that had brought the camping gear up from the forward cargo bay, forming a human chain to pile it up on the deck so it could be rowed or flown over the the island. When Conway had finally found a place to anchor for the night they'd starting ferryingover the supplies.
When he got the chance he throw a couple of his things into an old duffle bag and hitched a ride over, helping set up the tents and get the fires started. No way was he going to miss the oppurtunity to spend his first night beyond the storms camping on an actual undiscovered island. He'd already taken a quick walk up and down the beach, picking up a small handful of shells and rocks and chucking them in the side pocket of his duffel - his cousins and siblings back home would go spare for an authentic beyond-the-storms rock, even if it did look like every other pebble he'd ever seen.
“—Did any of you hear that?” Edward said suddenly.
Armas perked his head up at the journalist's words, ignoring Constances caustic response. The second snap was louder, closer, and Constace was on her feet in an instant, “Holy-shit-did-anyone-hear-that-there’s-something-there-what-the-hell-is-out-there?”.
Armas peered into the darkness around the campsite, but couldn't see anything beyond the ring of light cast by the flames. Luna was on her feet as well, and the two women started walking in the direction of the noise. The pilot, who Armas had learnt was called Krauss, sighed and started to follow them "Ugh... Those fools.... Well we'd better not be left behind, right fellas?" .
"Bad show losing the nurse on our first night out" Armas agreed, levering himself up off the ground. He finished his drink with a swig and dropped the mug back to the ground. He picked up one of the lanterns that had been strung up around their little makeshift campsite and followed the small party into the darkness.
The noise was probably just the local equivelant of a possum - the soldiers had already done their sweep of the land around the beach and hadn't found anything suspicious or dangerous looking. But there was always the chance that there was a nocturnal beastie with a taste for slightly tipsy sailors.
With his longer legs he soon caught up the the two women, the lantern casting a dim glow around them as they left the firelight behind. He took a moment to get his bearings - he also wanted to be sure they could find the bloody campsite again.
"So what's the bet?" he asked quietly, "Nothing, possum, wild dog, cannibal?"
They'd made good time steaming towards the island after the plane had gotten back from it's little recon flight. Hollway and the journalist had been moping that they hadn't been allowed to land and check out the island first, and Armas smiled slightly at the memory. He'd ended up part of the work party that had brought the camping gear up from the forward cargo bay, forming a human chain to pile it up on the deck so it could be rowed or flown over the the island. When Conway had finally found a place to anchor for the night they'd starting ferryingover the supplies.
When he got the chance he throw a couple of his things into an old duffle bag and hitched a ride over, helping set up the tents and get the fires started. No way was he going to miss the oppurtunity to spend his first night beyond the storms camping on an actual undiscovered island. He'd already taken a quick walk up and down the beach, picking up a small handful of shells and rocks and chucking them in the side pocket of his duffel - his cousins and siblings back home would go spare for an authentic beyond-the-storms rock, even if it did look like every other pebble he'd ever seen.
“—Did any of you hear that?” Edward said suddenly.
Armas perked his head up at the journalist's words, ignoring Constances caustic response. The second snap was louder, closer, and Constace was on her feet in an instant, “Holy-shit-did-anyone-hear-that-there’s-something-there-what-the-hell-is-out-there?”.
Armas peered into the darkness around the campsite, but couldn't see anything beyond the ring of light cast by the flames. Luna was on her feet as well, and the two women started walking in the direction of the noise. The pilot, who Armas had learnt was called Krauss, sighed and started to follow them "Ugh... Those fools.... Well we'd better not be left behind, right fellas?" .
"Bad show losing the nurse on our first night out" Armas agreed, levering himself up off the ground. He finished his drink with a swig and dropped the mug back to the ground. He picked up one of the lanterns that had been strung up around their little makeshift campsite and followed the small party into the darkness.
The noise was probably just the local equivelant of a possum - the soldiers had already done their sweep of the land around the beach and hadn't found anything suspicious or dangerous looking. But there was always the chance that there was a nocturnal beastie with a taste for slightly tipsy sailors.
With his longer legs he soon caught up the the two women, the lantern casting a dim glow around them as they left the firelight behind. He took a moment to get his bearings - he also wanted to be sure they could find the bloody campsite again.
"So what's the bet?" he asked quietly, "Nothing, possum, wild dog, cannibal?"
I just submitted my last ever uni assignment!
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