BigPapaBelial

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Mason tromped along, heading for the water stores. He knew where they are generally anyway. Lots of people talked about them. They held the water fo the enclave. Just like the big gaudy painted ones in Razen's Claim held it there. Mind you Razen's Claim was well a Glitter enclave and it was always gaudy. Mason just kept moving. He'd get there. But something else is on the young man's mind, addled as it is with the tail end of the shot he gave himself earlier. What the hell was that earlier? Those four people he saw. The visions before that, with the dude and the tree and everything. Was that another vision? And what were those four people talking about exactly? It didn't make alot of sense. The fourth guy said he had given Mason a gift. Looking around and ducking as he saw a security team moving down a side path, Mason waited until they turned into another alley. He then continued on towards the stores. They weren't far in the grand scheme of things.

What is also seems to be getting Mason's goat right now is the strange things he's seeing. As he's walking along there are like these silver strings. Running through everything around him now. Even between people. And these strings run through everything and into the ground and then back up and around everything. It just doesn't make alot of sense to the young man. And it's not like they are always there. He blinks and they fade then blinks again and there they are. He could even touch them, and they made that same Twang from just after the vision of the four people. He swallows thickly again then looks up, the Water Stores up ahead. He slows his speed some looking around, not sure who else decided to come this direction. After the water stores then what? What's he doing here. The guy the dead guy said Free Mountain. But that's out in the middle of no where.

Mason feels himself start to panic. And damn is he going to let nerves get him! He digs in his pockets again, bringing out his hypo-injector. Still four more charges on the Juice that Trav had given him at the beginning of his shift. The yellow super drug gave an incredible high. And made some awesome colors swim through the air. He raises the injector to his neck, pressing it to the side of his neck and with a push of the button there is a snap and hiss. Another charge of the drug hitting his system. Mason lets out a slow sigh as he relaxes, "Now what do I do..." He says outloud looking at the Water Stores compound.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone (or Alternative Fantasy 7)

@FalloutJack

I have played the Remake so yes I meant Rufus and his mythril coins, his guns and a hound dog yes. Man was an awesome fight.

But yes if you'll have me I'll think up a way to make that work.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone (or Alternative Fantasy 7)

Okay interesting...I'd be interested to get in on a FF7 RP.

Would you accept a adherent of the Rufus way of combat maybe? I'm just curious.

Off the Map - The Voyage of the Adelaide

Blue Boy Batts

Name

Baxter "Blue Boy" Batts

Age

58

Gender Identity

Male

Sexual Orientation

Attracted to the Waves

Position

Able Seaman, Musician/Singer

Appearance

Standing a good on six feet tall, no more no less. Still straight and hale despite getting on in years and having his fair share of aches and pains. What used to be a dark brown is now mostly grey hair that is pushed back up over his head and held in place by what ever loop of leather he's managed to purloin from the stores, his hair being quite long really to about just below his shoulders. Heavily tanned, almost dark leather tanned skin that has it's fair share of wrinkles, crags and other features of age. His eyes though have not aged all that much a pair of piercing grey eyes, clear, strong with barely a squint to them. A mouth that has lost a few teeth over the years from bar fights or the odd fight aboard ship. But with still a ready smile.

Some other interesting features are his mass of tattoos. Inked upon quite a fair few days on land. And often in the middle of an afternoon of drinking when he was younger. The words Hold Fast on his knuckles. No less then four sea swallows on his chest marking more then twenty thousand nautical miles at sea. And has been initiated in the Sea King's court judging by the Sea King's Fork that adorns his left forearm. He's also got some generic tattoos a sea foam half jacket on his right chest and back for instance. His shoulders have a set of waves that look to be crashing against his neck.

He keeps no less then four changes of clothing three of them being standard canvas shirt in a kind of off white almost very light yellow color, and grey dyed pants. Good utility-like work shoes with good treaded soles to allow him to work in the rigging. Two pairs of those just in case. His fourth outfit is a slightly finer set of clothing for when the captain of his current ship wants his people to look a little cleaner and proper. A navy blue great coat for when it's a little chilly, or for night watch.

Likes

• Climbing the rigging first thing in the morning to watch the sun crest the horizon
• The Sea, the wind and the salt on the air.
• The idea of living to his last days on the sea.
• Meeting a new ship, a new crew and a new captain.
• Raising his voice and playing or humming a tune.

Dislikes

• The idea of his last days being on land.
• Spending too long ashore.
• Spiders, dear god no! No Spiders!
• Scorpions too dear Sea God no!
• An out of tune hurdy gurdy

Personality

"Ya best Hold Fast." Wise words from a man of the seas. Calm, and collected, wise on the waters, rough on the lands. Kind and knowledgable about ships and their workings. This is a man who has spent the majority of his life on or near the sea. The lapping of water against a strong hull is soothing. The roll of the waves like the movement of a lover. A sailor to the end. And no finer sailor are you going to find his age elsewhere he'll say. He's the man on the mizzen, the hand on the rope of the capstan, reliable and stead fast.

The War to ol' Baxter is just another one like all the others he's heard of. Be you Deltish, Gallinian, Solan or Arkish like himself, or really any number of other nations, the war is a din on the horizon, something you keep your head on a swivel for when you're on the waves. Be you a fat Solan Merchantman running the winds to Deltain, or a whaler off of Gallanian shores, it's there now that the new world has been found. He's served on both sides, and a time or two in combat, but not beholden to any. His loyalty is to the sea, and the Sea King's court.

Biggest Fear

Spending his final days on land

This chills him to the core. He's been at sea on one vessel or another for most of his life. Having started on a small fishing barge at twelve. And the idea that he'll one day be guided off a ship to spend his last days laying in bed in some shabby land bound hospice turns his blood cold, and even brings tears to the old Arkish Tar on occasion.

Greatest Dream

To one day say he's been around the world

To gain the swallow tattoos to say he's been around the world all the way, not once, not twice, but a full three times. He's yet to truly have gained the full way, though he's travelled so far already.

Background

Hailing from the well known sailing nation of Arkai, from the famous port capitol city of Lanakan no less. One of the merchant nations of the world, it hosts a merchant fleet just a few ships smaller then the Gallinian fleet, and has a navy of fast clippers and mighty Ships of the Line that only a trading nation could support. Arkai supports no side in the war, but has sworn to defend it's own were they to come under attack. Thusly it's merchant ships flying the blue, grey and yellow with the violet star of their nation will often sail with a escort of no less then three navy ships usually during this time of war.

As you may guess the main trades in Arkai are fishing, whaling, and sailing. Nearly everyone of the large island nation, have sailed or do sail. And being a sailor is as natural as breathing to an Arkian. So should it be any surprise that as soon as he was able, Baxter put to sea. It was first on his half-uncle's fishing boat. He worked to gain the strength to haul in the nets, learned how to mend netting and string a long line for deep fishing. He got his sea legs under him in the wash and flow of the waves. Gained the calluses on his hands, learned how to scramble up the rigging of a ship. While in other nations kids like him would learn to read and write and figure, he learned how to respect the storm, and be ready to grab the life line if a wave tried to tank him down to the Sea King's court. Later in life Baxter did learn to read and write and figure but it was always secondary to being a sailor. Atleast REading came in handy when given a manifest to check, and figuring to count that they had the right number of items of cargo, but he never did find a huge use for writing outside of his name sometimes.

The young boy was also taught the old pagan religion of the Sea King, a great mariner from long ago, one of the first people to put to sea. And the one who was able to some how tame the sea to his word and thought. Thusly so that his ship was always safe in a storm and his cargo never sunk. When this great mariner finally met his end at old age, and he was wrapped in his hammock and tipped overboard by his crew, instead of sinking and becoming the meal of one of the great ocean predators, he was swept up by the sea, and brought far below, his youth restored and he was given rule over the sea and ocean. Despite the state church in Arkai and other religions coming in to the island nation, the worship of the sea king is still strong. Baxtar wears the five pronged trident on his left fore arm as an indication of his devotion and his induction into the court as a proper seaman.

As Baxter, who had gained the nick name Blue Boy because of an incident with a wine bottle during his time on a Deltish clipper, got older he skipped from boat to boat. Whalers, merchantman, he's served on both a Deltish and a Gallinian navy ship once each as well. And seen combat on the Deltish ship against a pirate vessel. His whole life has been the sea, and the now old Arkian Tar would have it no other way.

As for the Adelaide, he heard of the new world, and heard of ships and crews sailing to those new lands. New waters to ply, new peoples maybe, and new adventures. He'd not thought he'd get a chance to go. But his last voyage on a small merchantman had come to an end, and he had been ashore long enough to miss the flow and bob of the seas. So when the mates of the Adelaide had put out word they needed crew on the voyage well he signed up quick. And boarded up a few days early to hang a hammock, and put his small sea chest down nearby. In side the chest his hurdy gurdy and mouth harp, his clothing and kit he'll need on the water. Everything the old sailor will need on the new voyage into the unknown waters of the New World.

Extra

Color Code: SteelBlue

Sugar in the Hold

Theme song: youtube.com/watch?v=kCAUaRFxC_g

Face Claim: N/A

Okay let me know if this is okay. Figured this is is a great idea and I think I've filled in everything.

Off the Map (High Seas Adventure RP)

I'm working on a cs don't you worry.

Off the Map - The Voyage of the Adelaide

Are we okay not finding a picture for you? I spent like 5 hours last night trying to track something down for the idea I have and there just isn't crap out there.

Off the Map (High Seas Adventure RP)

The Wellerman, The Longest Johns

There once was a ship that put to sea
The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
O blow, my bully boys, blow

Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go

She had not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He'd take that whale in tow

Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go

Before the boat had hit the water
The whale's tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down below

Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go

No line was cut, no whale was freed;
The Captain's mind was not of greed
But he belonged to the whaleman's creed;
She took the ship in tow

Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go

For forty days, or even more
The line went slack, then tight once more
All boats were lost (there were only four)
But still that whale did go

Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go

As far as I've heard, the fight's still on;
The line's not cut and the whale's not gone
The Wellerman makes his regular call
To encourage the Captain, crew, and all

Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go

Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go

Your little blurb in the Opening Post reminded me of this. Thought I'd share.

Off the Map (High Seas Adventure RP)

Still taking interested parties? I'd be willing to give this a shot.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Mason rifled and picked and poured over the pocket of poor Isaiah Relgo. He's too high at the moment to fully understand that he's digging through the pockets of a dead man. He's barely cooled and Mason figured maybe he has something that can be useful. You never really know. He'd seen holo-vids in the past, some guy important to the plot dies. And no one thinks to check the guys pockets, until sometime later when someone asks, Where's the special video card? and the answer is always, Oh shit! It's in Pappy's pocket...we left it on his dead body! Sure this is no holo-vid, but hey he figured it'd be interesting. He'd never looted someone before. And those times some joy seeker hadn't paid him after a good hard lay don't count. That's just making sure you get your fair price. Trav told him that. Mason continues to loot pulling out some blood stained neo-bucks, he's loath at first to pocket those. He shakes them out, trying to get rid of some of the blood. He then takes a shaky breath, folds them into a wad and stuff it into an inner pocket. The Fuck...why is this guy carrying a USB around. And damn he didn't bring his portable lappy with him like he does sometimes, he'd be able to check the thing or something like that. But well into the pocket that goes. With a soft sigh he takes the picture in hand. Lucidity coming to him as he looks at it, "Fuck son..." He whispers.

After abit he pockets the picture, then looks up at everyone, "Well then...water stores it is. We better get moving." He nods dusting himself off as he stands up.

As he gets to his feet Mason suddenly takes in a deep breath. It's not quite a voice, but a feeling and a inner...sound? Or inner musical note. Four of them actually. Mason bends over slightly hands on his knees, and it's like everything for the little man slows. He can hear it...four...voices...awarenesses...aspects of being. He can hear them...feel them. He tips his head up and can see them! Four...great...big beautiful, fucking incredible beings! One speaks as time seems to stand still for Mason, "Will you look at this little piece of shit here? Look at him brothers. Seriously just look. This one. Of all of the people on this fucking trash pit of a planet, and he's the one." A second speaks, "Gotta admit the guys got a huge set of balls to be the one." A third, "Look at this...you little cuck. What the actually fuck, like a huge set of cajones on you, you little piece of sewer scum. To think our brother would choose you." And finally the fourth, "Alright alright! So he's not the first choice! Fuck you three and the turd ponies you all rode in on. For fuck sakes it is my choice to make and I choose this little turd burgler." The fourth being looks down on Mason, "Don't fuck this up kid. You've got my eye on you. Use my gift." To Mason it's like the song of the universe for abit, a real existential moment. It wasn't actually awarenesses, but like forces, making noises he could understand. It's sure as hell not the Yellow he shot up earlier.

Time restarts. Mason gasps. Straightens up, and with something like a thrum Gravity around him for about ten meters...TWANGS, between seconds it goes from too little, too to much then right back to normal as if nothing happened within a span of moments.

Mason stands there looking about him, "What the fuck..." Is all he can say, he then starts walking, "Water Stores...right...I'm going." He's seen them before. Best he can do is go there right now. And try to figure out what the hell just happened as he goes. It's all he can think of at the moment. What the hell just happened with Gravity and those water stores. Just go go go! It's all he can do right now, because he feels if he doesn't things are going to go insane!

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

He couldn't believe it, he just couldn't believe it. The multi colored haired young Glitter guy looked at the man sitting under the statue, how could he not use a shot to take away whatever pain he must be feeling. It's really unfathomable to the flashily dressed man. Mason sniffs and tries to reason that out, his mind just working sluggishly at the moment. This is all a shock to him. And he sighs, "Alright...no injection for you...but I think..." and even before anyone can say anything Mason presses the hypo to his neck and with a click and hiss one of the charges in it empties into his blood stream. As he slips the hypo away, the self cleaning needle tinging a little, it's clear whatever was in there was pretty good.

The sigh Mason lets out and the glassy tint to his eyes say he's seeing and feeling things that are incredible, "Okay...this whole thing isn't so bad now." He looks around in tie to see in the distance whatever the hell that guy did to all those people way up the road. "Whoa...okay...that just happened." He looks down at the fella still laying there, and without really thinking about it, starts to pick him over, "Sorry...know this is kinda low, but brother...you're gonna die...wanna see if there is anything you have that might...just whoa that's a new color to taste..." He smiles a little briefly then goes back to searching the dying mans pockets, "Hmmm might be something useful you know?" Mason begins to hum the melody to a certain modern EDM track. And sways side to side as he does, probably traits of the drug he just shot into his system and the music playing in his head.

With a sniff he looks up sharply at the big chick with the augmetic arm, "What? I'm as in the dark as you babe..." He sniffs again and gives a funny look, "Whoa that's another nice taste with a color..." He takes a moment as his brain sparks and kicks catching up, "All I can remember is going home after my shift...light...heat...the feeling of being lifted off my feet. I'm lucky thaat piece of concrete that landed over me didn't crush me." He shrugs and turns back to rifling through the dying mans pockets.