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His hair, wack! His gear, wack! His jewelry, wack! His foot-stance, wack! The way that he talks, wack! The way that he doesn’t even like to smile, wack! Me? I’m tight as fuck!
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Sorry for not posting anything yet, I keep starting to type out a post then deleting it because I'm not happy with it. Been dealing with bipolar depression all week and it kind of murdered my motivation for the moment.

yeeps, have some of my good vibes my guy
With a second-hand bow and quiver on her back and an old but seldom used machete at her hip, Ash had arrived at the plaza. She wasn't even sure that she would ever see the others again. Maybe they found others, maybe they quit, maybe they trained for different amounts of time. They didn't keep in touch during the training. They didn't even make an agreement to meet up once they were all done. All Ash could do was wait for the others. In her lonesome wait, she began to reminisce about her week of training.

Training to become a ranger was, for lack of a better word, vague. Throughout the week, she learned about a variety of subjects. Outdoorsmanship and combat were the two main focuses, combat more so. Throughout the days, she learned how to fire a bow, how to fight with a machete, knowledge of common plants and animals, shelter building, firestarting, cooking, butchering, and anything a hunter would need to know. There was so much to learn in only a week, so Ash only received a basic understanding of these concepts. Rahere had also taught Ash an invaluable skill, Predator's Gaze, to enter a trance that allowed her to find and follow tracks with greater ease.

The first two days were hell. For half of each day, she ran. Uphill, thick vegetation, and the looming threat of predators forced her to push herself. The first day was standard; she jogged into the night, came back, and managed to sleep while her legs ached and blisters formed. Compared to the second day, the first day was baby's first jog. She had to do the exact same run, but with an extra 80 pounds on her back. She managed to complete the run, however.

The third day was more about learning experiences. The runs were toned back to make room for more learning. She learned how to butcher a deer. It was a gross and bizarre experience, but Ash managed to follow the lesson plans. While she had taken it slow, she still managed to overcome the bizarre sickness of slicing through the carcass. She didn't vomit once. She did gag and heave constantly, though.

The fourth day was a day of retribution. Punished for her previous days cardio training, the blisters on her feet popped with pus and blood. Mosquito bites punished her for resting outside. Everything hurt and was bloody. Rahere, her mentor, taught her some natural remedies. Nothing complicated, but enough to soothe the bloody, disgusting mess that was Ash's feet.

The fifth day was a massive boost of confidence for Ash. Being a hunter finally clicked. She understood how to move through the woods and her bow training shifted from the dreaded wooden dummy to the legendary non-threatening birds and deers. The discomfort of living off the land subsided, making her more used to the outdoors than she ever was. She even managed to find a cool spring to relax in, take a cold bath, and wash her clothes.

The sixth day was humbling. While traveling up the mountainside alone, Ash had stumbled across a bear. The two noticed each other at the same time, and Ash ran away. The bear ran after her. Despite having 200 pounds on Ash, the bear was almost twice as fast. It mauled Ash. As she fell into unconsciousness, a silver wolf leaped from the woods and tore at the bear's nose.

The seventh day was bizarre. She woke up in the church with anemia. Rahere was with her and told her about the their patron god. Kur-Inuus, the wolf that watched over life and death. It was tradition to leave an extra meal whenever one was out in the woods at night. He also went over some more general knowledge without enthusiasm. Throughout this day, Ash couldn't help but feel terrible. Not at her anemia, but almost dying from something as simple as a bear. If they were to hunt monsters, what chance did Ash have if she couldn't even escape from a bear?

Her recap was cut short when she finally saw her party. Ash joined them and thought about making some conversation. She didn't, however. There was a time and place to have a conversation with others. But now was the time to finally leave the safety of the city. Plus, Ash's nerves were pretty much fried ever since she was mauled by a bear.
In Ultralight 12 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
As the Cassian opened the door, a dense wave of heat flowed into the office. The floor of the factory was industrial, to say the least. Everything was designed for utility. The outside of the office flowed with a left turn into a thin walkway, no wider than a man and a half. Thin metal rails prevented accident, but they felt uncomfortably low. Even if the fall was a meter and a half, it felt unnecessarily dangerous. The office was indented in the wall and the walkway led along the wall. About ten meters away, the path ended with a quick turn to dangerously steep stairs to another path, stairs, and finally the ground floor.

The ground floor was designed with the creation of metal rods in mind. Closest to them and on the left hand side of the wall was a cutting machine. Stopped halfway, the machine was a long V-shaped catcher made to collect the recently cut rods. On the wall furthest away from them was where girders carried out large rolling vats to pour into the machinery. It was open, but dark. All power had been cut, the remaining light coming from molten metal and dropped flashlights. It was enough to see, but it wasn't enough to make exact detail.

But that scraping stopped once the door fully opened. It came from the left. There, the abomination was fully in sight. Even in the light from the glowing metal, you could make out it's pink, skinless form. It was human in shape. Lean muscles were easily visible without anything to hide them. It's left arm seemed to slashed at the elbow, only to have a thick steel blade attached. It's right arm was normal. It was taller than most, but would be taller if it had most of its head. Rather than having a formed skull, the abomination only had a mandible. No face, no eyes, nothing.

As soon as that door opened and swung into the office, the abomination began to move. It slowly turned towards the door and began a slow approach. Moments later, it sprung, bone crunching as it quickly soared three meters towards them. It quickly began to claw its way on the ground towards them, the large blade being more of a hindrance to its movement.

But on the ground floor, Asche saw something different. On the right wall—his left—was another shape. Between them was nothing more than a raised pathway, high enough to barely be cover. It didn't seem to spot Asche at first, his back turned to Asche. Still human in form, the second abomination was another skinless abomination, fluid oozing from each strand of muscle. On its head, a thick metal helmet. Simplistic in design, it was as if someone put a shapely metal dome on someone's head and neck and bolted it place. On its back, just below the helmet, Asche could barely make out an odd symbol. He could see little more than a large triangle. Anything else was too difficult to discern.
In Ultralight 12 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Just checking about what I need to do.

Right when the prologue finishes, which shouldn't be more than 2-3 weeks. Mostly setting up events for the rest of the RP.

Ay we got progress.

Asche gets that wicked sick stealth bonus, while everyone else has to deal with a weird thing on a walkway.
In Ultralight 14 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Fallenreaper Looks good, except for the image. I really needed to remove that bit in the CS, but I kept on forgetting. We're basically doing no image, written only. Which I do believe is good where it is, so it's just a matter of removing the image. Feel free to put in the CHAR tab after.

@Concept@Buzzkill ay where those posts at

Going to progress late Friday to advance the plot, so if you're going to wait there and just imply that you're ready in the office/chillin on the catwalk, tell me.
Following the relatively simple pointers within the guild directory, Ash followed the uphill path up north and west. Off in the distance, she could see the tall mountains that made the pathways take such a sharp angle, but instead of the bare, rocky cliff faces of the Church of First Light, Ash found herself looking at a verdant mountainside illuminated beautifully in morning light. Around her, classy brick-and-mortar buildings stood out, and the smell of both cooked meat and butchered meat left a strong iron taste in the roof of her mouth: this was doubtlessly the district for meat processing, and it made the thin soup she had at daybreak feel wholly insufficient.

Before Ash could think too deeply about the grumblings of her stomach, however, the short-haired girl arrived at the small, one-story building that made up the headquarters of the Ranger’s Guild. Unlike the other major guilds, the Rangers only had one permanent building to their name, with other outposts set up wherever the eccentric upper echelon desired. It was apparently from these temporary outposts that most of the training was done, but for the time being, the short-haired girl had an appointment to make. Pushing aside the cloth curtain that served as a rudimentary door for this rudimentary hut, Ash found herself in a dimly lit room with no windows. The smell of blood and firewood was strong here, and the balding man sitting on a box crate looked vaguely familiar, but other than that, nothing looked particularly threatening or impressive.

The firepit in the center of the room, from which a couple kebabs were being cooked at, did look comfy though. Perhaps she had gotten the wrong place completely, and had simply stumbled into someone’s mud-shanty?

“Would this be the hunter’s guild?” Ash asked the balding man. While he looked familiar, things that she didn’t remember ever seeing often did. Not to mention, balding wasn’t the most unique trait one could have. While the building was less than impressive, the term hunter evoked the word transience. It would make sense that their main quarters would be unimpressive. That’s what felt right, at least in Ash’s mind.

The man looked at her, before grunting in a vaguely affirmative manner.

“So would you be the person I see about joining?” Ash said, feeling more as though she was talking to herself. The man seemed to be less than a stellar conversationalist. But to each their own, Ash thought, perhaps he was more of a stoic. A balding stoic.

Another affirmative grunt. From a rucksack, the stoic pulled out a copper pan, placing it down on the dirt.

Befuddled by this action, Ash spent a moment staring at the pan. It took a brief moment to realize that stoic was asking for payment. That or he was just moving around a pan. More likely the former, Ash reached into her bloated coin bag and pulled out the registration fee—seven and some odd coins—and placed it down onto the pan. She kneeled and nodded to man. “I’ll be in your care.”

The bald man nodded once, but did not pick up the pan. Rising from his spot on the ground, he strode out from the mud hut. Hazel eyes scanned the horizon for a speck of something, before he pinched two fingers together and placed it in his mouth. A shrill whistle spiked upwards, and moments later, the cry of a hawk answered in return.

With a golden beak and magnificently long feathers, the hawk swooped down from the skies, perching on top of the man’s bare arm. The talons, razor sharp and wickedly curved, drew some blood as it sat there, but the man cared not. His free hand preened its neck gently, before moving to tie a green band on the predatory bird’s ankle. The man nodded to himself, before raising his hand upwards, sending the bird flying up towards the wooded mountain again.

A slight smile had overcome Ash. Not intentionally. Without even realizing it, feelings of nostalgia flooded Ash’s mind. Any known reason—anecdotal or logical—wasn’t needed. Even though the bird had clawed the man’s arm, no worry or sympathy came. Instead, memories of nostalgia flowed. But she didn’t remember. Like a blocked faucet, nothing came. In this moment, all Ash could do was wait for whoever that bird was meant to summon or whatever that message meant.

Soon, the hawk was naught but a speck against the verdant background, and the man stepped back into the mud shanty, sitting down crosslegged once more. Minutes passed, and Ash asked questions, only to receive more grunts. Hours passed, and Ash built teetering towers out of the small rocks that could be dug out from the dirt. Behind her, she could feel the warmth of the sun rise and then fall, the slivers of sunlight coming from the curtain behind her shifting from a bright white to a warm yellow to a dying orange. So much time had passed, and yet, she remained where she was.

Eventually, she was offered a waterskin, filled with lukewarm water that smelled of leather.

Eventually, she was offered a kebab, the meat succulent after the slow, careful roast.

Eventually, the curtain parted, a second individual stepping in from behind, heralding the glow of the setting sun. His thick boots made a squelching sound as he dipped his head, facial features temporarily hidden by shadow. But then the fire cast light upon him, and Ash, if she craned her neck, could see that the new arrival was a very handsome one indeed. For a moment, the word ‘cowboy’ bounced in her skull meaninglessly as she beheld his short-cropped beard and moustache, his beady blue eyes, the scar above his left eyebrow, his scruffy but fashionable blond hair. The parka he wore over his other clothes was muddied, but in a ruggedly cool way, and the fragrance of smoke and spice, blood and musk, emanated from his tanned skin.

This was certainly a man’s man, but the bald man sitting before her remained passive and silent.

“Yo, Master,” the newcomer said with a drawl, “This is the new puppy?”

Ash was, at first, caught off guard by the appearance of the cowboy. The impressive pebble tower—the culmination of an entire day’s practice—had toppled, scattering the small rocks back in the dirt. With her needs sated by the generosity (or perhaps obligation) of the master, she rose to greet the cowboy. She tried to rise, at least. With a distinct wobble and strenuous effort, Ash straightened off the ground. Lazing around for most of the daylight was a poor idea, but it was a choice that she would have to live with. Thankfully, slight changes in her sitting positioned allowed for her legs to at least function.

“Yes, I’m here to join,” Ash said with a bow. She was ready to topple just like her stone tower.

“Cool, cool,” the man nodded, “Paid the fee, right?”

“Yes. I left it with,” she paused to think about her words, “the master. On the copper pan on the ground.”

“Awesome!” He clapped her on the back, grinning. “Name’s Rahere. I’ll be serving as your teacher for the next seven days, so let’s get along, ye?”

“Let’s get along...” Ash paused for a moment. Her disdain for that phrase was apparent for a brief moment as her face formed a miserable look. The reason why was hidden, but a feeling that crept out from the bottom of her heart made her glad to not remember. As quickly as her pause came, she visibly shook away the wretched expression. “I’m Ash, Rahere, and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. I’ll be in your care for the coming week,” Ash’s lips pursed for a brief moment, “Where would we start?”

“Hm, well, it is getting pretty late,” Rahere murmured, peaking outside, “Guess we’ll just do a nice little jog to my place then, Ash. Need to warm up?”

“A jog,” Ash quietly lamented and, without so much as a word more, she lifted and stretched her legs in a way that could only be described as the exact opposite of elegant. It wouldn’t be too hard, she thought, she could carry Matteo to the church, she can do a little jogging. Even if her legs were weary from doing nothing all day, she could still easily do a small outing. At least, that’s what she believed. “I’m ready to go when you are.”

“Awesome!” The handsome ranger slapped her on the back, before setting off a light pace out towards the walls, the gates. “By the by, when it gets tough, just remember! No refunds!”
The arduous walk back to see the churlishly efficient pencil pusher was filled with important information. Guilds, what the gift of coin was for, and any other information that they could muster up. It was a rather uneventful trip that only made Ash feel more out of place than she already was. Uneventful except for that odd man, however. Out of view from the masses, a man had slit the throat of a rabbit and done an odd ritual. They held gazes, then the man faded away and left nothing but a corpse. A small pup slinked out of someone's cloak and greedily devoured what the odd man had left behind. Bizarre, Ash had thought. If the two people had known each other, then all that would be left behind would be blood that was washed away by the rain. If they weren't associates, that man just left a corpse right on the outskirts of the central plaza for someone else to deal with. What a dick.

They entered the office. Muu had introduced herself respectfully—a good first step to deal with the final boss of this place, Ash thought. Despite it being a godly hour, he was still the same person they had previously encountered. Ash wanted no part of interacting with him. Matteo acted as their provisional leader. Five silver for the information which Matteo paid. His purse had been nobly sacrificed to gain information for the group. Locations of the guilds and their prices. The one choice that leapt out for Ash was Hunter. After all, Hunter would allow for the safety of a bow. At least that's what she felt when she thought of the word. She had enough to be a hunter with a good amount of coin left over.

"Yes, I think we're done here," Ash had said, her gaze meeting Mathers', "thank you."

She didn't want to deal with Mathers. They could catch Muu up to speed after they left the office. Ash would even reimburse Matteo a silver. Debt was something that Ash didn't like having.
In Ultralight 20 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I assume we have radios or earpieces of some kind?

I'd say that usually, contractors that work in teams have short-range disposable earpieces, but there's no stringent rules on it. Things that are long-range are almost always a no-no unless the situation absolutely demands it or it's a 1:1 connection to a sniper/support. Basically nothing that ties you outside of your operating group. Everything is in shouting distance right now (albeit muffled to those outside of the office), so communication devices are not the most important thing in the world.

I read the first post in the OOC and found myself a bit interesting in joining. Before I make a CS, I would like to know if this rp is still accepting players or not. When I know that, I'll toss some ideas out to the GM and hopefully find something fitting for this setting. I am hoping to do something interesting, but I rather not break the pre-established world that has been created. I'm also branching out from my usual rp group so pardon the nervousness here.

I think I can accept one more, but there might be a slight wait before you can fully join in. After the current chapter (so to speak), there would be a bit more of an opportunity to organically introduce your character. Feel free to spitball ideas and make a character in the mean time.
In Ultralight 23 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Ask me if you need any more information about anything.
In Ultralight 23 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cider, with an implied question from Dempsey, gave back a quick nod.

"Aw, babes," the cloaked Worm said, his voice effeminate, "when someone tells you to head out, you should really head out."

"There's an unmarked car waiting outside the ward. Suit up and get in, it'll take you to 9th industrial. There's a manhole that leads inside, take it and just," Cider said worryingly, "stay safe."

Finishing whatever business they had at the safe house, the group left the claustrophobic maze of alleys and roads that protected their base of operations. The trip there was, for lack of a better term, uneventful. They entered the car, only to be greeted by a rust-bucket of an android sitting in the driver's seat. Though, to call it a robot was a touch misleading; it was most similar to a mannequin. Their chauffeur was completely immobile, save for its simplistic, featureless head which turned with a single motor. Everything that the driver needed to do was handled by the car itself. The robot only served as an aesthetic feature that made the car look more human. That and it dispensed licenses and registrations through a single slot on its head. The car was completely ordinary, except for the blood on the backseat. Not an extraordinary amount, but enough to know who exactly left the mess.

The Tetsu Foundry, 9th Industrial

The 9th industrial district was always an odd place. Almost every square foot of the place was used for four-story concrete buildings. Narrow roads with no place to walk allowed for some travel, alleys forgotten by time, and thick, voluminous nets covered anything higher than one story. Not a single light out on the street illuminated the way for travelers. Only light-bleed from the bustling factories gave a sense of space in the dark, cramped concrete jungle.

The car drove next to the Tetsu Foundry. Officers, along with their yellow tape and (more persuasive) threats of beatings, kept both worker and onlooker from checking out the foundry. But the robot drove past and instead, stopped outside an alleyway. There was that manhole, slightly ajar from its hole. A bloody hand print marked the edge of the hole. Obvious who it came from. Entering the manhole was, in essence, entering the third circle of hell. As if stepping into the raging inferno, a sweltering heat overcame all trespassers.

With dense buildings covering every square foot of the ward, there was no way to use any overlook for this operation. Instead, a pipe was climbable to the walkways that allowed for supervisors to oversee the mooks. With a knife, one could easily cut through the netting and break into the building via a window. It was still extremely hot, though. More of a dry heat, if anything.

The ones who entered from the hole were greeted with a simple ladder up into a small closet connected into an office. A single tiny window covered in iron bars allowed for vision out, but it could barely cover 1/4 of the building. Anything of value had already been taken. All that was left was useless papers and furnishings. A single, heavy door separated the office from the work floor. But that scraping, that horrible screech. Metal across concrete, that noise permeated past the door.

Whatever had invaded the foundry, it was on the other side.
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