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Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

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Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

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Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

[Short post is short because now we can get into the real deal.]

Nolan left the house shortly after Andrew had gone off for his nap. He wanted something to eat before everything went down. There was a little cafe down the street a short ways that he really had a thing for. Great place. One of those places where you're afraid to eat there at first glance, but where you can find some of the best food in the area because they don't hold back. He ordered up a pair of meals, soup and non with dips and the like. And as it still surprises him, even though it shouldn't, he ordered some bottled water and a pair of diet sodas. He waved to the owner, who he'd managed to get somewhat friendly with in passing. The man recognized him as a expat-local now. Someone he could trust, and didn't for a second think that he was there for anything but working some odd job.

He made it home and spread the food out, beginning to eat while waiting for his partner to wake.

In the meantime he brought out his phone, and started to flip through the news. Alot of it was still on the attack in Brussels of course. When 9/11 hit it was world wide news too. The Brussels attack was something just the same. Huge, far reaching. A group of terrorists, and death all around. As he read a story he started to notice a trend though, something about a pair of giants, a former Russian Olympian and the current WSM champ. What with this years tournament having been canceled because of the attack he still held the title. What got him though was that the pair were heralded as heroes. Saying that despite what should have happened, the pair hadn't ran and hidden like many others had, and taken up weapons and killed quite a few of the terrorists themselves, saved civilians, and managed to rescue an entire police station from being annihilated

Nolan had always thought trust fund babies like them wouldn't have tried to do that. But sometimes in times of extreme stress the oddest people did the most amazing things. He wasn't so sure he'd have been able to do the same thing. The shock of the moment might not have allowed him to pull off the same. He kept flipping through the news while waiting for Andrew. Then the game would be on. And they had killing to do The thing they did best when behind a long rifle.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

In Belguim

The giants had been gathered up by an ambulance shortly before reaching the safe zone. And taken to a medical area. After having the bullets removed and placed in side by side beds, bandaged up and injected with painkillers. Natalie and Victor had rested for a time. Hours later, in the early hours of the evening Victor had opened his eyes after a nap. Sitting up and looking over at Natalie. He reached over, pulled his jacket close, then nudged her, "Babe?" As she turned to him he pulled a purple velvet case from his jacket, opened it and grinned, "A 7.62 round in my shoulder...about a dozen 9mm rounds in you...and this is the best time I can think of to ask...Will you marry me?" He smiled at her, showing her the gold, platinum, ruby and diamond engagement ring.

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Tajikistan, Safehouse apartment

Nolan looked up at Andrew as he came in, the Canadian sniper bent over a side table reassembling his Tac 50. He nodded in greeting, "Boring is a good thing, it means nothing is going wrong. It's when things get exciting that we need to worry." He slid the gas system back into his rifle carefully, "So the industrial park huh? I was looking at maps of the area. That cooling tower is a prime spot yeah. Clear view of most of the grounds. I'll bring some AP rounds along just in case. The normal FMJ round ought to be enough to punch through the armoring on anything short of an APC. Otherwise we ought to be good."

He slid the last few pieces of his rifle back together, then racked the bolt to make sure it works. An ominous click-clack of the bolt sliding back and forth, he then pulled the trigger hearing the tick of the firing pin. He smiled, "I can take the engine out, and given a little time, the driver too, right through the wind-shield." He sat in a seat, his rifle beside him. He nodded slowly, "Is Konstantin a mark? I got this gut feeling deep down that if we don't consider him a threat, it'll come and bite us in the ass later." He smiled at his partner, "You'll get your payback on the Chinese, my brother. The way this thing sounds, the sheer size of this facilitator thing, it's got tendrils and feelers out everywhere. The bastards that took you will feel it eventually." he nodded then got up.

He made his way into the next room, coming out a little later with his PP-2000, newly refitted, the black tactical design with fitted laser sight and RDS atop it. He began to clean it carefully, "Eight hours...eight hours...I'd say get some sack time. We want to be rested and alert. I'll go find us something to eat, then we get over there and set up. explosives, cover, everything." He nodded, smiling broadly, "Oh we'll have everything ready for this guy. First steps man, for all those people who died in Belguim."

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

Tod crabbed his way through the brush. He'd found his bandits. A bunch of loud, hairy guys, guns and knives, ragged clothing and a few pieces of armoring. But not something new or unique at all. One of them was brandishing the severed ear of a sabre cat, one of bigger, meaner beasties on the frontier, but the cats were smart enough not go near settlements, the only way one would go near a town or homestead would be if they were forced out of their range, and the only way one would attack a town is if it was hurt and angry. Likely the one he had been asked to help track was missing an ear. And had been right pissed and attacked the first humans it saw after coming around.

These five bandits though had made off with their prize, and laughed about the pain they caused. Tod, would make them pay. As much as he could on his own.

He crabbed and spidered his way closer to where the bandits were resting. Eating rations and getting something to drink. Tod hrmed, then began to load his rifle, making sure he had a full load of ammo, so he had a full compliment of rounds for when he opened fire. He studied them, listened and waited.

If had been abit of a feat, tracking them as he did, having to run actually, to close the long distance and head-start. But he had finally caught up to them, then began to stalk them up to this point. He'd had any number of chances to take a number of them down, but he didn't want to do that until he was sure he could get them all. So here he knelt, watching and waiting until they were vulnerable.

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

This is a reason group RPs can be so annoying. It gets bogged down because people end up waiting on something. It's not hard to post out of order and move things along. That's what is holding this back. Someone needs to post, but hasn't yet. If they haven't force them to act by posting over them and making something happen. It's rude, but it gets things moving.

That or we declare this good and dead. Five days without an IC post is a long long time ladies and germs. Long time.

I am contemplating posting and just RPing on my own here until such time as he main group gets going again. Maybe my own branch of the story can galvanize this and get it going again. But I don't want to seem to be moving too fast.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

[My post marks the end of the action for our characters, one more post from the both of us after this then we can move into anything else we might have planned.]

Victor teared down the street, aware of police running around him, away from the bomb. He ducked and weaved, firing from the hip at a few of the terrorist that had found them. The police just didn't have the reaction times he and Natalie did. He skidded abit, his focus on the end of the street, if they could make it there they might be safe from the blast. He was about to ditch his gun, lighten the load, when he was pulled off balance, the only person in existence able to do that is Natalie. No one else would be able to do that, perhaps some mythological strongmen, Heracles comes to mind, Atlas perhaps who holds up the world in Greek myth. But in modern day Earth, almost not one could budge him if he didn't wan to be moved, a large group of men perhaps pushing with every bit of strength they could sure. But only Natalie could throw him around with some ease. So wen he suddenly sails off balance, doing a twist in the air to get upright and lands behind a car he knows who did it. He then found himself under Natalie. He was about to ask what the hell she was up too.

Then the world shook, a roar built to an incredible crescendo. A deep red light followed by a baleful white bloom. And heat, much heat.

The bomb ripped the front facade of the police station off, the building it was directly in front of was blasted back off it's foundations and laid sagging against the building behind it. Cops were ripped off their feet as the pressure wave roiled down the street, punching some of the closer cars and trucks into the air, the others getting rocked back before coming to rest abit. Two vehicles parked right beside the bomb truck are kicked up into the air and almost incinerated on the spot. This same scene played out in other parts of the city, with other bomb trucks going up.

After the explosion cleared Victor looked up at Natalie, "You okay babe?" He checked her over quickly. And was about to try and get up when someone shouted in pain. He looked over to see an armed unit of the terrorists making their way down the bombed out street. Firing on the cops who were trying to find cover. They exchanged small arms fire. One of the terrorists spotted the two giants and turned to level his LMG on them. Victor tried to wriggle himself and Natalie further into cover. He snarled, he didn't want to go out this way. He tried to reach his gun next, which had fallen out of his hands. But it was too far away.

The terrorist drew aim, then shots rang out. Victor was sure they were about to die. When the terrorists dropped, and black armored SWAT and belgian camo dressed soldiers appeared, giving each of the terrorists another two shots to the chest each to make sure they were down. They progressed down the street, a SWAT van rolling down the street they just came off of and disappearing further down the road. An IFV rolling by behind it. Victor groaned, and gently rolled Natalie off him. Hugging her, as one of the SWAT cops reached them. He knelt beside them, pulling his helmet off, "So you two are the giants huh? Survivors at the plaza told us about how you blunted the first wave." The SWAT officer looked down the road, "Nine more trucks like that went off, killing hundreds. The rest were duds. or we got there in time to defuse them. You both are heroes you know. Saved lives." Victor looked up at the man and nodded, "Sure...is there a safe zone we can head too?" The SWAT officer nodded, "Sure, 4 blocks over, that's where we're taking the survivors and people we've recovered. You can head there. The Guard and SWAT were mobilized just after the first metro explosions. We'll mop up the rest."

Victor nodded, getting up and offering to help Natalie up. The SWAT officer got up and started shouting orders to the cops in the area, getting them moving to help the civvies. Victor looked around the street. Looking at the debris, and carnage. He growled, "Perth is going to have something for us to work on I think after this babe..." He looked down at Natalie, hoping she had the same line of thought he did.

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

*starts to get the jitters*

2 days without a RP post.

Huh...do I want to post again...

Or smack someone to get them to post.

Where's my spiked riding crop and BDSM master outfit...

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

Okay so this is my attempt to link up with the group. Following the general idea of Libby.

My character following a raiding bandit party through the wastes on their way to the tavern.

I'd say in my next post Tod will have caught up to them and begin to stalk them.

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

Another track trap, this one, a mud hole, with a pool of brown water in it's middle. It'd be silty, but it's water, animals would need to water even if laced with dirt, a little dirt hurt no one.

But Tod was curious about something else entirely. Sure the tracks of the beast they were after were here. And he had already marked the path, but what baffled him were boot tracks, and what looked like the site of a scuffle. As the hunters got ready to move one, Tod knelt beside the boot tracks, using his short "sword" to draw outlines around atleast seven individual boot prints. Maybe more. He duck walked carefully around the tracks, trying to get a sense of what was going on.

Slowly a mental image came to mind. There was a settlement close by, which had been raided a little less then a week ago. A few deaths and some injuries. Looks like the bandits who had done the raid met with some other group here. He wasn't sure if it was another bandit group, or a party from the town. He carefully moved, leaning down to look at some stains on the ground between some of the tracks. He narrowed his eyes, pulling his scarf down, sniffing at the stain, then boldly, taking his hand wiping at the stain a little and bringing it to his tongue, spitting it out a moment later. Blood. This meeting wasn't on good terms.

The hunter were calling him to hurry up, but Tod is by far to busy to listen to them. He spidered abit to the side, leaning out and judging the direction of travel. The one group from the town, the bandit group also, but their tracks from the town were older. The town had sent a posse. A fight had broken out. In his minds eye he could envision the fight. Knifes, short blades and clubs drawn, too close for guns. He found where a body had lain. Something had dragged it off. And another place where a body had fallen. So that meant atleast two people had been wounded bad enough they had been left, and atleast one of them had died on site. As he crabbed about, he finally found the right path. The remnants of the bandit group had headed away from the mudhole. He had their track. As the hunters called again he motioned, and called, to them, "No more then 4 hours, East by northeast. Keep following the six clawed print. You can take him...I want to check this out."

He got up, and walked off, this bandit group was raiding the frontier. He wanted to find them and stop that, it was part of his job.

They couldn't be that far ahead, the tracks were still somewhat fresh. He unshouldered his high-powered hunting rifle, based off of an old rifle model that used levers to load rounds, but this one had been wildcatted to fire a truly massive .454 winchester round, for when he needed to bring something big down. He picked up the pace, jogging, he needed to find these characters before they did any more damage.