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Will do. Also, I lied. I posted the first IC thing just now. Got bored, wrote it out. Feel free to begin posting your IC introductions. All Templar PCs have been summoned to join Jason in the war room, and all Beacon PCs have been asked to join Isaac in some random room on the communication station at their earliest convenience. Also I'm working on the A.I Info tab now.
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EDIT: Nevermind
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Templar's fine with me, I'll probably start working on it this afternoon
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Posted. hoping I didnt take too many liberties.
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Before I complete the character, is there a possibility of spies? Like a Templar agent pretending to be a Free Man and vice versa? I am going to join anyway, if you have me, just to clear up the possibilities ^^
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Hmm... A spy could be pretty interesting. I'd say go for it. Especially if you're all double-agenty. *Cackle* That'd keep the teams mostly even, too, since you'd be hopping back and forth. Also, awesome Qi. And nice post Bozz, no issues I can see.
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So, the lonely woman in this male-dominated world has submitted her CS for your consideration.
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Awesome character, look forward to seeing her in action.
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I'm going to post in two hours or four hours. No idea.
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Oh man, I used to be scared of the templar heavys but my own side is getting scarier by the second, McDougals gotta play his cards close to his chest to avoid early martyrdom. That being said I love every second of this >:D
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Sorry all, was busy over the weekend. Am back now. BUT. I've noticed we have four beacons and.... One Templar. That's a tid on the uneven side, frankly. XD Where did Qi get off to? And somebody get Avan here.
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Avan is busy... He will be posting in an hour.
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That's what you said three days ago. *Glares* Post up, sonny. I'm gonna go find Qi. We need more bloody templars.
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New job... Fun fact: There is talk at NASA about doing something similar to what I described as what Ben did. Also I love my first sentence. Dune reference! Spice must flow!
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*wonders about being a bloody templar* Well, if the chief gets bored, he can always talk to Athena >;)
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Apologies for the lack of response, I've had a busy time recently. I'll get a post up this evening some time. Pity we're lacking in Templars. e.e But we'll make due.
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One in the morning it may be, but it's still evening. Your arguments are all bloody invalid. IT'S NOT MORNING. IT'S EVENING. I DIDN'T LIE.
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Time to tease my boss while he is still my boss >:)
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I got bored. So while we wait on everybody to post up in the IC, I decided I'm going to put a chunk of writing here for yall to read. Shall depict the day that Isaac left the Templar to join the Free Men. Well, more accurately, several days later when he and Jason got into a major bash out and turned each other into bloody pulps before parting ways. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Jason remembered the rain most of all... It had been pouring in the courtyard that day, trapped in the walls and leaving them splashing through an inch of water, rising more quickly than it drained through cracks and the gate. He stood across from Isaac as he had done countless times before, but now there was no brotherly love between them. What was about to happen was no friendly spar, no joyful debate. Those nearby could see it in their eyes, boring into each other like the burning flames of hell itself. None dared to get between them- They all knew full well there wasn't a man alive that could get between the Bellhan brothers and hope to survive with all of their limbs. Jason was the first to lash out with his voice, cutting the rain with a swipe of his hand, vehemence in his words nearly palpable. "You stand here, -brother-, expecting me to stay civil!? You turned your back on us! Worse, you turned your blade on Father! And now you have the gal to come -here-, to the heart of our order, expecting a pleasant farewell as you run off to join the men we've fought and killed for years?" Despite the heat of his words, his voice never raised above what was necessary to be heard over the pouring rain. The fact was not mimicked by his younger brother, who felt no qualms with shouting to make his emotion known. "Wrongfully so! Did ever once stop to consider that we might be on the wrong side of things here, Jason? Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, -we're- the bastards in this war? Yes, I turned my back on you. All of you! Father tried to stop me, and it cost him a little blood. I came to apologize before I go, but now I don't think I will! I never should have in the first place. You're all fools! Tyrants! So come on, 'big brother'! Hit me. Shout. Bluster and strike out like you always have! You're only furious because you know how right I am." Had anybody else said the words, Jason might have let it pass, might just have brushed it off with a chuckle. But coming from his own little brother, it stung more than it ever could have from another soul. And it was that fact that caused him to do just what Isaac said, to lash out with one heavy fist. There was no talent or grace to the strike, merely the blind, rage-filled power of a furious man. His knuckles met with Isaac's jaw and sent him stumbling back with a snarl, hand flying up to press over the pain. He had little doubt it had knocked a few teeth loose, if not out. But there wasn't time to think of the pain. Both men reached for the broadswords on their backs. Identical, shining blades of the finest metal. Twin swords crafted specifically for the brothers. They drew in unison, blades catching the dim grey light of the day, seeming to leap and jump as rain pattered off of their surfaces. There was only enough time for onlookers to draw a breath before the brothers lunged at each other with such speed and strength they rarely displayed. At first, only the most practiced eyes could keep up with the dizzying display of swordsmanship. The men danced and leaped, spun and dove. Back and forth they went, blades naught but blurred lines of light flashing through the space between them, steely clashes merging into one long hiss of metal to the observing ears. Neither brother seemed to have the upper hand, each equally skilled. One handed, two handed, blocking, parrying, counterstriking. They clashed as they had trained to since they were but boys. Isaac had his height and his speed, where Jason had his strength and endurance. Neither wore their armor, so small cuts and scrapes appeared along their arms and torsos as the battle heaved on. An overhand from Isaac, deflected to the side by Jason and returned with a heavy pommel smash into his sternum. A swift back swing in reply sent skipping overhead, only to sharply turn back down and cleave a length of skin from the surface of Jason's shoulder. The newer recruits watched in utter awe of the two masters, minds barely able to keep up until finally they locked blades and stepped in close, giving a break in the constant stream of attack and counter attack. Isaac, the taller of the two, had the upper hand in grapples such as this, able to bear down on Jason from above- But he could never match his brothers raw muscle, leaving them near a match, pushing back and forth, noses millimeters apart, eyes locked and snarls on their faces. And then, off they went again. Jason's head lashed forward, cracking their skulls together and sending Isaac stumbling back, just managing to parry the rapid stab that followed before regaining his balance and leaping forward with a twirling overhand flourish, practically shaving the hair from Jason's chin as he swayed to the side in avoidance, his own blade whipping around with a flick of the wrist, tip opening a shallow, bloody furrow across both of Isaac's thighs, at the cost of failing to parry a rapid thrust that opened the skin over his left eye, half blinding him as the blood flowed into his gaze, forcing him to squint one eye shut. Then, the both of them switched their holds to two handed, lunging forward in another flurry of back and forth strikes. Just when it seemed Jason might be gaining the upper hand in their brawl, however, Isaac pulled such an underhanded move that he never would have made before he turned against the Templars- His leg snapped up, delivering a brutal shin kick to the fork of Jason's legs. There was enough force behind the low blow to send Jason reeling back, dropping to his knees with eyes glazed over in pain, sword clattering to the cobbles, muted to his ringing ears. As comical as it might have been in days long since passed to take a kick to the manhood, there was no humor in this day- The underhanded strike left Jason defeated and defenseless, inevitable reflex tears streaming from his eyes to blind him as his body tried to settle the sudden lancing pain between his legs. Just when he felt he might be able to stand and pick up his blade, he felt a cool pressure against his brow, looking up to see Isaac standing over him, his pistol pressed against Jason's brow and a sneer on his face. "This is why you'll always lose, Jason. You're so -honorable-. Not everybody fights like you. Not everybody avoids low blows if they need to win." All too suddenly, he lashed his hand back, then forward, ramming the grip of his pistol into Jason's temple, causing him to collapse sideways, unconscious. He turned, sheathing his sword and holstering the pistol, striding from the keep without so much as a hint of resistance from the other Templars... They all knew they couldn't win in a fight against Isaac. Stopping him would be suicide. Jason woke from the dream-memory with a gasp, his brothers final parting whisper echoing in his ears briefly. "Good bye, brother." _______________________________________________________________________________ I probably enjoyed writing that too much.
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This is actually quite spectacular. With your permission, other characters can also provide some of their inner thoughts or memories, both as fan fiction pieces for RP, or to understand them better. Like the motived why they are Templars or Beacons, or how they acquired some skills and ranks etc.
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