BigPapaBelial

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor growled and rolled his shoulder, wincing abit, the pain starting to seep through his determination and unconscious mental armour against pain. He looked about, and made to reach for one of the tomahawks that are usually on his forearms. He snarled at himself when he came up empty on them, he hadn't been allowed to take them into the country, and they were currently stored at the airport. He had been a little jealous when he has seen the shovel his girlfriend had produced. Right now the welcome feel of one of the semi-ceremonial weapons would be very very nice in his hands. He turned then gave Natalie a tap, "Line, high watch..." Falling into military protocol, asking her to stay beside him and watch up high. He started to walk, scanning ahead and behind them carefully, "Chemicals...right I remember now. They had delivery systems too didn't they? Long range rockets and various other methods. Damn it...would they use it here?" He pressed his back to a corner, peeking around it, and only seeing civilians fleeing from the fighting. He listened carefully, and could hear the short, pop of police issue pistols ahead and behind them. As well as the staccato bursts of the automatic fire the terrorists were using. He smiled, "Sounds like the local police are making a showing. Maybe we ought to try and link up with a group of the-"

He was cut off as ahead and to their right, the direction of a police precinct in fact, there was an explosion, debris and flame billowing down the street. He blinked, then started running, "Shit! Their hitting law enforcement locations! If they do that, they'll cut off the cities first line of defense! Come on, I know there's another one nearby. We need to get there before what ever bomb is there goes off, get the local going."

He tore down the street trusting Natalie to follow him. He tore into a side street, narrow, with blind corners leading into alleys and alcoves. As he ran, he saw terrorists peek out of alcoves, they were surprised to see him, Victor was running on rage and training. The first terrorist to try and step in his way got shouldered back hard, Victor stepped over him, leaving him to Natalie to finish. The next terrorist, got a foot planted to her jaw. Something snapped and she fell, the next Victor took his legs out with a blurt from his rifle. He kept moving. A fourth raised his rifle. Victor grabbed a rusted wrench from some repairman's lost kit, and with a spin and a flick of his wrist, the tool sailed over, spinning like a saw, and took his square in the face, there was blood, no telling if he'd get up. Victor kept on moving, tackling the last man, crushing him but leaving him alive for Natalie again to finish off.

They didn't have the time to stick around and make it professional, they needed to move, he reached the next street just a few second ahead of his girlfriend, he turned and pointed down the street the next police station in sight. That's when Victor saw it, a rusted up old panel truck, there ought to be no reason for it to be there. It was parked right across the street from the station. He looked to Natalie, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He ran the rest of the distance to the truck, grabbed the opening handle, and turned, pushing the back panel up and looking inside. He gaped as he looked at the sheer amount of explosives within. Police were calling to them asking what they were doing and that they should get clear of the danger zone. Victor only looked through the myraid of explosives, "I...I think I can disarm it...I need something sharp...a knife...I need a knife..." One of the officers joined them, hearing Victor's words, seeing the contents of the truck and instantly offered the big man a pocket knife. the giant climbed in, "Okay...Creator watch over me...." He picked his way into the truck, looking for the detonator...

He stopped half way in though, taking a big gulp, then started to back out...we need to evac...I might be able to defuse it...but we don't know how long there is left on the detonator...we need to get out of here." He turned to the cop who joined them, "Radio your co-workers, tell them to get out of the building as fast as they can, using side entrances and back entrances, and not to come out into the front street." He jumped out of the truck, "Half a block away, grab everything you can, rifles, shotgun, ammo, flash bombs anything, you're going to need it." He went to Natalie, looking her in the eyes, "We need to move hun...and fast..." He grabbed her hand and started to book it down the street, away from the bomb, but towards the fighting.

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

Let's try and set something up then Libby. We can make this starting thing I've got going as a tie in to your idea. The bandits have disturbed this first beastie that my guy is tracking, that's why it went on a rampage.

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

He's a scout not a bounty hunter. That's atleast what I think that needs. Or a vigilante. Course it would be an interesting facet and way to get into the RP I suppose.

We could try and make it work.

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I've actually based entire RPs forum, IM and email based RPs, solely on RPing with myself in the past. Not because I'm bored but because the group decided to ignore me...atleast in one case. I think the other one was because there were too many.

I did it then I can do it now if need be.

But if you have an idea Libby (you don't mind if I call you that do you?) then I'm all ears.

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I had honestly wracked my brain trying to think of a reason a frontier scout, key word frontier, meaning on the edge of civilization, with only the bare minimum of connection to major population centers, would have to be at a wasteland diner.

And I honestly couldn't think of one. For a man who has lived his whole 60+ years of life on the frontier, scouting, mining and farming what land there well there is no reason to go to the major population centers I guess. A frontier town would have it's own smithy, it's own gun maker, it's own ammo press all of that to survive. And if it doesn't a group of frontier towns would have one to accommodate the needs of the many.

I'll figure out a way to meet up with the main group, if I have too. This being a sandbox RP, I guess we can make our own little side plots until things can make it so we can link up for awhile.

If that's so I think I can swing this whole subplot for my guy that's he's on the trail of an extremely dangerous type of creature, or several different creatures that are threatening the frontier. make it interesting tracking them down, getting into trouble along the way etc. Won't be as fun to RP just with myself at time, but I've done it before.

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

Horrible post is horrible.

It's also kinda cliche. I am so sorry.

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

A group of men picked their way through a wet and hot partial forest. One of the new areas that nature had taken back. Thick, young trees raising from a spongy floor of mud, decaying matter and if you weren't careful, a hidden man-eating fungoid or ten. It was here that they caught up with a scout, sitting on his heels and examining a section of the forest floor, that quite honestly was COVERED in paw and foot prints of various kinds. The older man swathed in layers of rags, with dark blue goggles over his eyes was doing his best to try and piece out what had come through her. As the group of men joined him, the leader whispers, "Well scout?"

Tod Crayer, the scout in rags, holding a hunting rifle, with a back pack on his back and with a 2 foot long single edged knife on his hip, looked down at the ground closer, "Some other scouts came through here." He used the butt of his rifle to point out some boot and shoe prints, "This here, a herbivore, and one of those Moa like things here...as for what you're looking for..." The mission had been to find a saber-tooth cat like creature that was threatening some frontier mining communities, it had already killed a miner and his family. The communities had come together to track it down and get rid of it. Tod hrmed, "Here." He points at a track, "But it's old. Maybe 4 days. But it came through here." He pointed to the right further into the forest and towards the edge of the settled lands, and out into the wastes beyond the scouting ranges of this area, "And he's out there."

The hunting party nodded. Tod getting up with a grunt, "I'll scout ahead. Take your time...and watch your step."

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

I'll see what I can put together in the morning. I'm too tired at the moment to put something up that's passable.

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I hadn't even thought of how to get my character into the RP, I had originally thought that he'd just chance upon someone else's character or maybe a few of the characters out in the wastes and wilds. Be the kind of thing I can see happening.

But if there is a diner involved...which could be in a city or town...uh yeah.

He's a frontier scout, so his little town where he's based out of is more then likely days away from the nearest full on city or town. I suppose until I have a reason to bring him into a major place of population I could have him roaming the wastes.

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

Yeah, if the diner is where we might all meet up.