I'm sorry to say but given the state of thing both in and out of this RP for me that I will h ave to withdraw my name from the roster. Sorry ya'll, but I'm out. As for Ariah, you can do with him as you want as long as it's respectful to the guy. He deserves a good life.
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Hello ya'll! I'm the Phoenix character from the Discord and I'm happy to meet ya'll! On the topic of joining through I figured I'd put this here as a sort of secondary check. Just so no body thinks I'm trying to sneak in unaccepted.
As a heads up to all present I'm opening the RP back for applications, so should another individual be brave enough to put up with my shit like these poor folks PLEASE put an application in this column!
Jake Cross
Jake was listening to everybody share their stories, hearing about their tales of adventure and of course their narrow escapes, but before they could really get too far into it Isis and Bastet came back around dragging behind a heavy carcass of a Knossa that seemed to have a good deal of meat on the bone. That's one thing he could give her credit for, she knew how to bring home the bacon... or in this case Knossa flanks. Now was his time to shine and upon seeing her struggle with the last few meters he stood up and jogged over to assist in dragging it the last of the way. "Good catch Isis!" He started watching her fall to the ground tired and drained from what must have been a rough hunt, "Don't worry, I'll carve 'em up and get us some flanks for the fire." He finished, putting out his survival knife to start cutting into the Knossa. Unfortunately a large chunk of the meat would have to go to the wayside due to their lack of storage and the fact that a large chunk is mostly fatty, greasy waste. Still though it wouldn't take much to cut past that and get at the good stuff.
While toiling away he listened and watched as the rest of the gang talked about their adventures. Apparently Mataus had a pretty good time as a pilot, taking on and supporting who knows how many different ranges. Which of course meant that Jake was glad to have him on board. Rig had some time under the Armored Division which was news to him and while it answered a few questions, certainly gave him a wider range of skills in that he must know a bunch about countless vehicles.
Then came around Nathan who had a moment to make sure everything was set and ready for shift, which again Jake could respect. Those who weren't prepared out here would be dead before long. "I got ya. Though if you want my advice, let it go. Out here you don't know when things like those will fail and that's no good. But really it can't be that bad. Gives you a grasp on old memories and old files, like a phone that won't break from the humidity. Right? Enjoy it man." While Jake didn't care much for technological gadgets he couldn't help but admire what some could do. Lucky bastard probably had pictures from back home and who knows what else with it. Regardless, he was off to his rounds which meant he was back on for preparing dinner.
Spook was certainly animated about her story and it even made Jake pause in his carving to watch her relive that moment with... well it seemed to be enjoyment oddly enough. That of course somewhat disturbed him given how she found an entire team of dead soldiers and almost died herself, but it did tell that she's capable of taking care of herself. Even if she's a little zealous and joyous in it. "Easy there killer, don't go cutting us up!" He said in jest at her swinging around that blade.
Though as things started to roll around he had enough flanks that it was time to start cooking them up. So with a few metal rods salvaged from their survival supplies, he skewered them on to be dug up into the ground around the fire, letting the wonderful smell of cooking meat fill the air. Upon returning to Isis' kill he got a few more ready and by then the first round was ready to serve, "Isis I think you should have first bite, but other than that. Bottoms up ya'll! And thank you Isis for getting this treat for us. Great way to start a camping trip." He said, handing a metal plate with a hearty Knossa flank to Isis, leaving the rest on plates near to the fire for everybody to grab at their own leisure.
He himself was going to take his plate back over to the Knossa, still looking to carve up more of it while the meat was still fresh, clean, and good. Casually taking a few bites and avoiding the raw blood from his knife as he ate and cut simultaneously.
Ariah Acrana
Ariah listened to the mental and physical conversation that filled the air all around them, though the oddity of it all was truly something to deal with. Though he still had to have a plan of action as the question of getting off the island was posed. In truth his plan revolved around the relic providing fruit and he'd have a way off through it. Instead the ship he rode in on was probably half way to a tropical beach by now.
When Sofia mentally threw her answer he felt the need to try and capitalize on it and head after her physically, picking up his own pace to gain on her. Hopefully it wouldn't turn into a hostile situation as things were still a small bit tense. Also not wanting to mentally say for her to spot in the event that TOO gets seen as a hostile act. Why must things be so tense all of a sudden? Causing problems when people could be friends or just enjoy life a tad. Regardless when he closed the gap to Sofia he posed his question, "Hey hold up a minute. I heard what you uh... thought... I guess. And I was hoping to get aboard on that deal. I'm not to eager to head that direction but I'd rather not stay on this island all by my lonesome. So... think I could tag along too?" He finished, walking besides her and trying to help lay on some... charming moves to better edge his chances of hitching a ride with this... well for lack of a better term stranger.
Though to head to a land he hated. This would be a trip that wouldn't be particularly enjoyable for him, especially given his political views. Though without any bounties or standing warrants for him in that Kingdom it would just be a matter of not killing anybody who's too... "Sheolanian" around town on his way out of town.
Jake Cross
Jake looked over to Nasri nodding in her direction as she spoke so highly of her pet, playing and treating her like a person. It was a tad weird, but in truth she did behave on the ship without being in a cage so maybe that would be a permanent situation. However, he wasn't there to see how Bastet handled the rough landing, so no good or bad points there. "I'll take your word on it Nasri, but that event passed me. Until she proves otherwise though she can stay free from her cage." Though as she continued to talk about getting out to hunt and find her pet a treat he had a few words to say in parting, "Hold it Nasri. We aren't in the hunting grounds around Anselmo. We're in the Wild World now and beyond that we're out past our explored borders. We know nothing of these lands and I won't have you taking any unnecessary risks. I won't stop you from buffing our rations though, just that you must be careful. Any unknown creature you encounter you WILL run from and return to camp. I want you to come back in one piece. Understood Nasri?" From there she made her leave and that was enough for Jake to say she understood, which was a good thing.
Jake did his part in setting up camp, off loading the tents and helping to move Aria's communication equipment, though she insisted on setting it up herself. "Shouldn't take much longer boss and I'll send a report back home." Jake nodded and left her to her business, heading over to set up his tent and his sleeping cot and mat as most of the nights in the Wild World get quiet cold and chilly and without somebody to warm his bed it would mean he'd have to rely on a thermal blanket that comes standard issue in an Anselmo Ranger's pack. Though, once he was set up he made his way to the campfire, joining his fellows as Spook gave them something to sit around.
Aria had her equipment set up and ready to transmit, so with her large and rather bulky looking headset on she started to wiggle a few controls and adjust the display on her tower, starting to say, "Anselmo Main, this is Expedition KV-73, report following." Followed by a short silence before she started to speak up again, proceeding to relay the events the team has just lived through including the eye on account of the Pillar of Light, the acquisition of the new craft, and the supernatural storm that hit them.
Meanwhile, Jake returned to see his friends around the fire, handling their various affairs in their various ways before conversation started to sprout up, "Thank for volunteering Nathan. You can take first shift. I'll take second, Spook you get third, and Reed will have fourth. Should get us through the night." At that stage Spook brought up her question and while it was a tad arbitrary he knew what she was trying to do, "I killed a Prowler once. Thing snuck up on our camp during my watch but I saw the glint of it's eye in the firelight. Shot first before it lunged and hurt 'em. Woke up the camp too so nobody died by the damn thing. Had to stick my neck out to just take that shot on a whim though."
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Jake Cross
Jake looked over the ship much as his teammates had. This thing was a true marvel though, a relic from a long lost world and in damn near perfect condition. Sure a few parts were missing and either rerouted, or just ignored, much like the ship's currently standing weapon systems, but in exchange for the chance to have a literal piece of history and one that kicks major ass is a benefit in and of it self. In fact this ship is a blessing that all would be jealous of as even the Reaper's Rangers probably didn't have something like this. Regardless though, time was ticking and he had to fulfill him own order.
Moving towards the ship he was stopped by Isis who started to bring up what was happening to her pet, however before she could finish a... 'solution' presented itself as the massive, black Duvari came barreling through the outpost and seems to be on a war path. Even Jake reached for his sidearm, grasping the handle firmly as Isis called out about how she was ok and just wanted to be with her. Given the reaction and the sudden pouncing of Isis he was inclined to believe her. Though it wasn't much longer before several armed guard had a bead on the previously rampaging beast. What's more is that they seemed to already get a few hit's on Bastet as two darts hung limply from her flank. "What the fuck do you feed that thing!" One guard called out, still ready to shoot. "Two tranques and it didn't slow down! Fucker isn't natural anymore!" Another called out, letting folks know what those darts were. In truth they did make the Duvari tired, but determination and primal power isn't something to treat lightly.
As for Jake he just watched in confusion and shock, "What the Hell Nasri! Your pet just rampaged through the outpost... and... wait wasn't she in a cage? Did she break out! What the fuck! Why would we even put her in a cage if she could just do that!" Jake started, obviously both flustered and embarrassed by the beast's show of force... yet he was thankful and grateful that that monster was on his side. "You're in deep shit Nasri." He started up again, tossing a stern look her way, but there was something else, one could even say it was joy. Like he thought the little show was funny, but had to save face. "You need to keep that monster under check, if that means you need to keep her nose down on the ship fine, but I won't be crashing because I'm letting her out of her next and much stronger cage. Just get her on the ship." He said, watching as the two made their way onto the craft, much to the dismay of not only the outpost, but also a member of their team.
Though with things going crazy and thankfully winding down quickly the mission was truly about to start. So as the team loaded up, found a place for themselves and their gear, and the engines started to pick up it was made clear that now things were about to get interesting...
Chapter 1: The Pillar of Light
The Argent Seeker flew through the air, guided by the skillful hand of Matthew the craft used it's powerful jet engines to bolt through the sky and as the world below expanded letting free the thick forest to reveal a massive expanse of plains and within those plains dwelled the ruins and lost structures of the Old World and showed the monsters that now called them home. Wild packs of Duvari ran across the land, storming giants rumbled like living mountains, and skittering Imps ran from the light of day when the roaring engines of the Sky Hawk went thundering by.
The world may have gone to Hell, but if this was truly Hell, then what a beautiful and deadly place it was. Still their destination was arriving quickly and according to the data given to them by the Treehouse the approximate location was just a few miles ahead. That meant Jake moved from the center cabin up to the front, seeing Matthew faithfully keeping the ship on course. Though from the cockpit's wide view he saw the sun setting and lowering into the horizon. Today had been a good da of travel, but now it was time to rest, "Matthew, Keep us on course, but keep an eye out for a landing zone. We're going to need to make camp soon." From there he watched as the location of the light came closer, however things were not to go as planned.
As the ship drew closer to the site the air seemed to shift and warp, turning what was once calm skies into a turbulent wash of storms. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, or a gust of wind to be read, but the chop given to the craft was like that out of a maelstrom. "Matthew! What's going on?" He asked, fighting for a seat up in front, before continuing, "Set the ship down! This is getting worse and I'm not looking to die in a crash on day one." In that moment it was just best to dive and as the ship flew towards the ground the winds grew even more malicious. Though as they threatened to turn the ship into a flaming heap of scrap they suddenly and abruptly stopped once Matthew took the ship below a few hundred feet from the ground. Like the storm was only up from the ground. However now that they were near the ground, landing was the next step. From there the ship's engines started to wane as the landing gear took hold.
The field they had chosen had some cover from the local giant trees, but also a few incredibly large rocks that gave a sort of natural cover. It wouldn't take much to hide the ship and set up a safe camp. Jake turned from the cockpit, "Good work Matthew. Pretty sure we'd be dead if you weren't behind the wheel. Though now it's time to camp. Open up the sails and come join us." From there he went back into the main compartment to see the rest of the crew after that rough ride. "Shitty ride. Looks like there is something surrounding the site in the sky so we'll have to hit up our ground game. But first we rest. The sun will fall in an hour and I want the camp set up before that. Get a move on people! We're burning daylight!"
From there it was just a simple matter of unloading the cargo from the Sky Hawk and setting up a perimeter, throwing camo-tarps over the ship, setting up tents, and finally building a fire from which to host the crew at. With everybody doing their part things were set before the sun set, and now with the gang sitting around a fire, waiting for the need to sleep to set in. Two of the team would be on fire guard through the night with relief working every few hours, but until then the gang had a little time to talk strategy and get to know each other a little better.
Ariah Acrana
Ariah watched as the whole stream of events unfolded and as blame was thrown, people were lost, and everybody was confused he decided to look inward. Separating himself from the chaos around himself to seek out an answer about this strange feeling he now had, but what's more is that what he felt was almost familiar. That reach from your mind to something physical and real like when he throws and controls his glaives, but this object he reached was alive. It was confounding and foreign, but undeniably present and unavoidable. Tracing that line he moved down one of the strands like it was one of this magical reaches. It was there he found a spark of life, a deep blue spark radiating like a light in the dark void. Though in this foreign land he didn't know how to tread and with a mental misstep he was taken from that place.
Snapping out from his trance he looked around back in the real world and of course that meant the girl on trial. "Whoa hold up on the hostility. I don't think Sophia did anything to the relic. After all she wanted it too and unless her wish was to screw over the rest of us and burn the wish then something tells me something went wrong." He said, walking up to the dais in order to see a gathered crowd of rather edgy and ready to fight folks. Not surprising though given that they'd all chased a legend to find disappointment.
Wait... Sophia? Where did that name come from? Was it even her name and more over why did he even say it? It just felt so natural in the moment, but where did it come from. Unless that spark told him... What was going on? What was this mental mess?
@FallenTrinity Good get 'er done so I can do a thingy!
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