BigPapaBelial

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

I realized I might have written myself into a corner. I'm not sure how to slip my character into the RP.

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

"Just as all hope was lost, along came our noble saviors." Stephen of Ireland, Braveheart

You know Cid I had decided just now to log back in and check the forum before going to bed, wondering if you were going to post at all. And thinking, "If there has been no sign...well then it really is dead. And there will be no loss if I unsubscribe."

Here's the answer.

Anyway, yeah I was actually thinking that the Echolocation idea was a little over the top, so I honestly handicapped the idea. I was going to say just what you did, that striking different materials with different things produced different intensities of the ability, but then backed up and thought, "This would make him somewhat over-powered, and as much as I like the idea, I don't want to be over-powered, so let's just cut the materials and surfaces part and just leave in the first part."

I don't think I'm going to add that part in, and instead if this RP runs long enough, have the character develop that extension. Sound good to you?

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

Hate to agree but yeah. He's dead Jim.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor moved with conviction, he moved like a predatory blur. He'd been shot, these people were targeting civilians, men, women, children and the elderly come to watch a public event. If there was one thing the First Nations people didn't like it was targetting of children and the elderly. The knot of terrorists he had targeted didn't see him coming until the last moment. One of the shooter stopped to reload her weapon, when she felt something approaching her. She turned, but wasn't able to do anything. Victor's knee met her face full force. It'd be hard to identify her later. Victor moved forward, skipping by another man as Natalie burned him down. the next man got caught by a foot right to the gut. He folded over Victor's leg something snapping in his back from the sheer force. Victor moved forward and with brutal effectiveness, swung his elbow up, and met the underside of the next terrorist's jaw. His head snapped back, then snapped forward a moment later when Victor's other elbow smashed into the back of his head. He ended the last man by grabbing him in a clench and smashing his knees repeatedly into the man's chest and stomach, he didn't stop under he could feel a wet give from the bones and muscle. He let the body fall. Spinning still in a fighting state of mind but lowered his guard just abit. He grunted as he finally felt the pain in his shoulder. He rolled it and had to wince, "We should be after that...I think this thing is grinding on bone." He pointed at the bleeding hole on his shoulder, "But it hasn't really hit anything vital."

He looked at Natalie, noting her own wounds, but knew that like him, she'd survive. Made of as tough a stuff as he is. He leaned down and scooped up a pair of Bizon PP19 SMGs. As well as a belt of grenades, and a belt of those long helical magazines for the Bizon. He hollered to some people that were trying to make a break for it. His French wasn't great, but it was decent enough that when someone his size and how loud he could get shouted it, people tended to listen. "Get back down you fools! Do not give them targets!" He looked around, "Good idea on the hard cover..." He looked about all the more then pointed, and shouted to the civilians. The location, a hard sided tourist information kiosk, "There go there!." He yelled, and punctuated his words by getting up, and buzzing down some of the terrorist with a dual burst from the Bizons.

He caught up with Natalie, covering her rear, he ditched the Bizon's almost immediately though and grabbed up an AK-12 lying on the ground, along with several banana mags for it. He pressed his back against the corner they had reached. Took a moment to show t to Natalie, "Brand new tech. How the hell did terrorist gets their hands on first class tech? Wait...remember the caves? The CIA extract...didn't we find some info on there being shipping to minor groups abroad? Is this a connection?" He growled, as his mind started to tick. He looked up at Natalie and grinned, "Two options? I only see one." He stepped around her, then stepped around and hip-fired suppression fire at the terrorist down the way. They jumped and leapt for cover. Victor reached over and gave Natalie a slight swat on the shoulder, "Go!" He fired again, peppering the area around the terrorists with more fire. They started to blind fire back at him, but their fire was way off. He didn't let it phase him as he let the last of his rounds off, then quickly leaned back into cover to reload. As he came back around the corner, Natalie running by behind him he spotted another six coming up to back up the two he had pinned. He called to Natalie, "Quickly now hun, we're about to have more company!" He trained his fire on the back up, rounds hitting the ground around them, causing them to dive for cover too. He managed to catch one of them in the throat, listening to the terrorist cry out in shock and pain.

Victor growled calling out to them, "This was supposed to amount to a vacation you mother fuckers! I'm going to rip you all new assholes for disturbing my free time!" He started to burst fire, keeping their heads down. Chance shots getting close to him, but no where near to him at the moment.

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

Has anyone messaged Cid? That might help, get him/her off their rear to come check and see we're waiting on them.

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

Unfortunately yes.

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

Second since the forum was reborn for me. mind you I haven't gone looking for many RPs since it came back.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

10 minutes until attack

Cameras began to roll, news reporters starting their start of the competition day commentary. World wide coverage of the event meant people in Edmonton Alberta was watching as the WSM was broadcast. The official commentators in a raised booth were beginning a pre-event recap of the day before. Odds on favorites according to them were the defending champ Victor, a new Russian contender, and several old favorites who were making a prime showing.

6 minutes until the attack

Victor was standing in the middle of a group of reporters, he was answering all the old questions. How had he trained? Where had he trained? Would he ever tell the world what he did for a living? That question was asked of him everytime, what do you do for a living Victor, what do you and Natalie do? You live such incredible lives, but no one knows what you do between WSMs. Victor knew the PMC kept their operatives under a no disclosure clause and a privacy act that kept either side from giving out sensitive info. For all the world knew, Victor and Natalie had huge sums of money but they weren't sure where they came from. Victor just smiled and answered the questions like he always did, dodged some of them, answered the others as truthfully as he could.

One minute to the attack...

Victor had escaped his tormentors and was lining up with the other competitors. Trading playful and friendly jabs with some of them...

Then there was a roar...

The Metro bombs all went off at the same time or near too it. Within a 3 minute span. some of the bombs had been set wrong, and between the times of 11:59 am, and 12:01 pm the bombs went off. Explosions rocked the city. Reporters barked into their microphones about them, cameras kept rolling. And the first hint that Victor wasn't some kind of trust fund baby was shown. For about two seconds he was shocked, he had hunched over at the shoulders in surprise. But after that he just turned and looks over towards the nearest metro station exit. Black smoke and flame was pouring up out of it as the high yield bomb had almost gutted the place and set to flame anything flamable. Civilians were scrambling free from the entrance howling in terror.

Over the roar of the bombs, no one heard the report of a rifle. The sharpshooter had had a heart shot dialed in on Victor, but with him having turned the shot was off, and it struck him high on the ride side of his chest, cutting into muscle and bone rather then muscle and heart. Victor stumbled and went down to a knee.

Victor grunted as he felt the bite of a bullet. It'd been a long time since he'd taken a round to flesh. He was usually good enough or lucky enough to dodge shots like that. He dropped to a knee, below the gaze of almost everyone, he coughed as he tried to shunt away the pain. It didn't take long. He stood back up, and looked over the crowd at Natalie, his first need is to make sure she's okay. He spots her and despite the bleeding hole in his chest he nods to her silently asking if she's okay. His next need is to look around to figure out what the heck is going on.

And as he does, the terrorists in the crowd throw off their coats and bags. Revealing rifles, SMGs and LMGS. RPG launchers appear out of a few instrument cases. Grenade belts slung from shoulders and tied around waists. Yells of praise to various "prophets" and warlords are called as the shooting begins.

Victor narrows his eyes, the full switch from fun to business coming over him, going from the mentality of Victor, to the mentality of Brutal. Switching gears. Victor isn't about to let these people kill innocents, there are children here, the elderly. He spares Natalie a look, he's positive she knows what he's going to do. He breaks into a run, ten huge strides gets him to a fantastic speed. A blur almost, taking him to the first knot of assailants who have begun to attack

They barely have time to turn to see what's coming at them...

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

Another good question is where did our GM go? Did Cid decide to abandon this?

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

I am so sorry Lee, I really am. I couldn't help it. It's a horrible joke, and as soon as I made it well I kind of expected you had heard it alot. But I couldn't bring myself to edit it out.

By the way, you can call me Big Papa, you know you wanna. (throw your hands in the air, if you're a true playa!)

*facepalms as he just age dated himself again* xD