Man I've been good, you know, going through high school n junk. How're you?
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Ayye it's Scar :o Sah dude? It's been a minute.
@KOGaming Actually, do you mind if I leave out a custom card for the time being? I think I would rather get one through RP and I take years to make a card.
:u Ayyye, been a while since I've joined a YuGiOh rp, still got room?
Aryl winced as the director spoke to her through the comms. She shook her head and walked dismally through the halls in a sad attempt at finding the Doctor. "All available research staff," All five of you, Aryl thought to herself, "please be on the lookout for Dr. Wesley Tassle. He is unarmed and should be met with a calm..."
Tassle, meanwhile, was still storming angrily through the empty halls of Annex C. The absolute nerve of these people to transfer me to a facility in need of packing! In all of the archives he has looked through, not a single item of value existed within Annex C... Right? Tassle looked up at some director signs overhead. "Cafeteria," one read. Yeah, that sounds about right, Tassle thought. I wonder if they serve alcohol... I could use a drink. He heaved a stress-relieving sigh and walked in to the cafeteria. It was empty of people, and the only sources of food he cared to look for was a couple of vending machines hunched up in a corner of the room. Tassle decided they were better than nothing and walked over to them to purchase a bag of Lays and a Pepsi. He then sat at a table and took out a PDA to research the items held at Annex C. Perhaps there truly was something he missed...
Tassle, meanwhile, was still storming angrily through the empty halls of Annex C. The absolute nerve of these people to transfer me to a facility in need of packing! In all of the archives he has looked through, not a single item of value existed within Annex C... Right? Tassle looked up at some director signs overhead. "Cafeteria," one read. Yeah, that sounds about right, Tassle thought. I wonder if they serve alcohol... I could use a drink. He heaved a stress-relieving sigh and walked in to the cafeteria. It was empty of people, and the only sources of food he cared to look for was a couple of vending machines hunched up in a corner of the room. Tassle decided they were better than nothing and walked over to them to purchase a bag of Lays and a Pepsi. He then sat at a table and took out a PDA to research the items held at Annex C. Perhaps there truly was something he missed...
Hey, just checking in. I'm still here~.
It was not every day that Dr. Tassle was requested to move facilities. In fact, it was strictly prohibited for the doctor to ever leave foundation property. "It is for security," he was explained to, "in case you ever go rogue. I'm sure you understand." While Tassle knew that it was always a possibility for any of the Minerva Archive's assets to go rogue, Tassle at least wanted to not be paraded about in the back of a truck, accompanied by two lightly armed security staff. Oh, how weak minded they were, how easy it would be to bend their realities and force them to take him anywhere he wanted. He knew, however, that the rifles they held were loaded, and aside from the fact that he didn't want to die, he was admittedly curious about where he was being taken. He was told that he was needed at another facility to assist research on more dangerous space-time items, but that was the end of it. He simply had to wait...
"Now entering: Annex C Facility. State your name, security clearance, passengers, and cargo."
"Dillon Brand," the driver responded to the gate's automated messages. "Clearance Level 4, carrying two other Clearance Level 4 personnel, as well as our Special Clearance Level R you requested."
Our? Tassle frowned and leaned towards the driver in the front seat. "That's Tassle to you, and I am not theirs nor yours."
The security personnel to his left and right glared at the doctor, but he could care less. Not about the staff, not about the facility, less about the weapons being adjusted to his left and right than he had before. All he cared about was his research. He wanted, no, needed to figure out the timeline. This large influx of dangerous anomalous items, coupled with funding cuts, meant that a large number of civilian life was at risk. While Tassle could not stop the already existing supernatural phenomenon, he could at least stop all the new ones from showing up for a while.
The vehicle stopped just inside the gate, and the security personnel escorted him inside the facility. There, he was left with a young junior research staff, not even security level 4 yet.
"Dr. Tassle," she greeted him, trying her best to sound optimistic, "it's nice to meet you. My name is-"
"Don't care," Tassle interrupted. "What did you need me here for again?"
The girl was flustered, obviously, and caught very off guard by Tassle's abruptness. She balled her hands in to fists and stuck her chin up, trying to look as confident as possible. To the doctor, however, it only served to look barely cute. "I-I was assigned to keep an eye on you at this facility. You received strict orders from Dr. Pierce to-"
"Pierce?" Tassle had only met this man once, as he had not been present during any of his major disciplinary hearings. Tassle should have known he would he meeting with Pierce here. The researcher, again, was caught off guard, which was starting to get on Tassle's nerves. Out of anyone at this facility, why was she chosen to look after me? Although now that he thought about it, the place seemed eerily quiet...
The research decided that feigning confidence wasn't going to get her anywhere, letting out a sigh as she swiped strands of blonde hair from her eyes. "Listen, I just need your help preparing items for transport. I'm one of the last staff here and we needed some help with..."
Tassle's eye twitched at her words. Transport? Transport? I came here to pack some damn boxes? The doctor shook his head, pressing a finger against the researchers forehead and pushing her back a few feet. The girl staggered, and as she righted herself, noticed that Tassle was gone. Tassle had altered the researcher's reality momentarily so that he could get away from her, turning a corner and storming off. He needed to find Dr. Pierce, to get an explanation on this joke. What the hell was going on? Why was he being asked to pack boxes when he was the last person that should have been packing boxes?
The girl buried her face in her palms in embarrassment. The only thing I needed to do, and it didn't even take five minutes to lose him... She grabbed a radio clipped to her belt and pressed the button down. "Dr. Pierce, this is Aryl. I lost Tassle. He's probably headed your way. I apologize..."
"Now entering: Annex C Facility. State your name, security clearance, passengers, and cargo."
"Dillon Brand," the driver responded to the gate's automated messages. "Clearance Level 4, carrying two other Clearance Level 4 personnel, as well as our Special Clearance Level R you requested."
Our? Tassle frowned and leaned towards the driver in the front seat. "That's Tassle to you, and I am not theirs nor yours."
The security personnel to his left and right glared at the doctor, but he could care less. Not about the staff, not about the facility, less about the weapons being adjusted to his left and right than he had before. All he cared about was his research. He wanted, no, needed to figure out the timeline. This large influx of dangerous anomalous items, coupled with funding cuts, meant that a large number of civilian life was at risk. While Tassle could not stop the already existing supernatural phenomenon, he could at least stop all the new ones from showing up for a while.
The vehicle stopped just inside the gate, and the security personnel escorted him inside the facility. There, he was left with a young junior research staff, not even security level 4 yet.
"Dr. Tassle," she greeted him, trying her best to sound optimistic, "it's nice to meet you. My name is-"
"Don't care," Tassle interrupted. "What did you need me here for again?"
The girl was flustered, obviously, and caught very off guard by Tassle's abruptness. She balled her hands in to fists and stuck her chin up, trying to look as confident as possible. To the doctor, however, it only served to look barely cute. "I-I was assigned to keep an eye on you at this facility. You received strict orders from Dr. Pierce to-"
"Pierce?" Tassle had only met this man once, as he had not been present during any of his major disciplinary hearings. Tassle should have known he would he meeting with Pierce here. The researcher, again, was caught off guard, which was starting to get on Tassle's nerves. Out of anyone at this facility, why was she chosen to look after me? Although now that he thought about it, the place seemed eerily quiet...
The research decided that feigning confidence wasn't going to get her anywhere, letting out a sigh as she swiped strands of blonde hair from her eyes. "Listen, I just need your help preparing items for transport. I'm one of the last staff here and we needed some help with..."
Tassle's eye twitched at her words. Transport? Transport? I came here to pack some damn boxes? The doctor shook his head, pressing a finger against the researchers forehead and pushing her back a few feet. The girl staggered, and as she righted herself, noticed that Tassle was gone. Tassle had altered the researcher's reality momentarily so that he could get away from her, turning a corner and storming off. He needed to find Dr. Pierce, to get an explanation on this joke. What the hell was going on? Why was he being asked to pack boxes when he was the last person that should have been packing boxes?
The girl buried her face in her palms in embarrassment. The only thing I needed to do, and it didn't even take five minutes to lose him... She grabbed a radio clipped to her belt and pressed the button down. "Dr. Pierce, this is Aryl. I lost Tassle. He's probably headed your way. I apologize..."
Might have to just spectate this one, Summer suddenly got a lot more busy :( But I'll post a character if I have time. I'm thinking a hypnophobe who's always really tired would be fun to play.
Sci-fi roleplay? Interested
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