Oookay, after that, I need sleep. Super late now.
See you in a few hours, Skall. If you reply, I shall reply to that reply when I wake up. XD
See you in a few hours, Skall. If you reply, I shall reply to that reply when I wake up. XD
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My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
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Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
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As Powers fell, Cho stood amidst the crumbling ruins. All around him was an earthquake, a roaring sea of chaos, of shifting stones and yawning abysses that yearned for him to enter. The warrior ahead of him had just slaughtered his entire team. He racked the slide of his sniper rifle, the brass casing ejected from its body to clatter noisily down onto the stone. He, the lone observer, the team leader, now just a lone man against a monster. A monster with a sharp sword and magic to rival even the best technology he had. But the fight was far from over. It was on now, mano a mano.
The Korean man stood his ground, regaining his balance slightly even as the world around him shook and tore itself apart. With rifle in his hands he leveled it at the warrior and squeezed the trigger. Another high velocity round tore out of his rifle and sped straight towards his adversary, hopefully hitting its mark a second or two later. He didn't even give it a second thought; his right hand automatically racked back the straight bolt of the rifle, ejecting another spent brass casing while he shifted position, hopping off of his perch to scamper away, retreating further into the ruins and away from his target. With his quick thinking he realised that the closer he got to that strange warrior, the worse the shaking got as well. All that magic of his seemed to center around him, so that's what he'd avoid. Distance, precision and stopping power were his trump cards here, against the warrior's superhuman speed and strength. As he ran, he reported back to his superiors, while his free hand shot to his vest, freeing several small, globe-shaped objects that pulsed with a blue glow as they fell to the stone and dirt. Proximity mines, small in size with a kick the strength of your average fragmentation grenade. Each little sphere, once armed, would lay motionless until it detected movement within a two foot radius around it. Once that trigger is hit, the sphere explodes much like a grenade would. No doubt the glowing blue circles would leave a fairly easy trail, but Cho doubted that the warrior understood modern technology that well.
"HQ this is Wolf Leader, my entire team is down, repeat my whole team is down. Situation is code black, I say again, situation is code black, requesting immediate backup."
"Negative Wolf Leader, you are to maintain on target to complete the mission."
"Shit."
So this is what it felt like to be expendable, he thought. But then again, that's what we were anyway.
Expendable.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the team, including their adversary, Puck hid behind an array of stone, further away from the conflict. She too had watched as her whole team had been slaughtered like pigs, but unlike their fearless leader, she was overcome by it. So she fled, the lone medic away from a horror show. Her weapon was cast away, and she fled. Ran for the hills.
Much later, much much later, after the whole conflict ended, she was picked up by a lone ParaCom scout transport and brought back to their mountain base for a debrief. Shortly after she was assigned to a new team, whereupon she served for a much longer term before being unceremoniously ended by a centaur chieftain.
"HQ, one last favour. I need you to help me identify the origins of the hostile."
"One moment. Hostile is confirmed as being a Viking warrior, male. Magic user of a powerful degree, exercise extreme caution in engaging the subject."
"Alright. Now could you upload a database of his language to my translator? I want to understand this asshole."
"One moment. Data transfer complete. Your auto-translator should now have a complete database of ancient Norse."
"Roger. Thank you HQ. Going dark. Wolf Leader out."
Right, time to deal with this prick.
"Hey! Asswipe! Over here!"
The Korean man stood his ground, regaining his balance slightly even as the world around him shook and tore itself apart. With rifle in his hands he leveled it at the warrior and squeezed the trigger. Another high velocity round tore out of his rifle and sped straight towards his adversary, hopefully hitting its mark a second or two later. He didn't even give it a second thought; his right hand automatically racked back the straight bolt of the rifle, ejecting another spent brass casing while he shifted position, hopping off of his perch to scamper away, retreating further into the ruins and away from his target. With his quick thinking he realised that the closer he got to that strange warrior, the worse the shaking got as well. All that magic of his seemed to center around him, so that's what he'd avoid. Distance, precision and stopping power were his trump cards here, against the warrior's superhuman speed and strength. As he ran, he reported back to his superiors, while his free hand shot to his vest, freeing several small, globe-shaped objects that pulsed with a blue glow as they fell to the stone and dirt. Proximity mines, small in size with a kick the strength of your average fragmentation grenade. Each little sphere, once armed, would lay motionless until it detected movement within a two foot radius around it. Once that trigger is hit, the sphere explodes much like a grenade would. No doubt the glowing blue circles would leave a fairly easy trail, but Cho doubted that the warrior understood modern technology that well.
"HQ this is Wolf Leader, my entire team is down, repeat my whole team is down. Situation is code black, I say again, situation is code black, requesting immediate backup."
"Negative Wolf Leader, you are to maintain on target to complete the mission."
"Shit."
So this is what it felt like to be expendable, he thought. But then again, that's what we were anyway.
Expendable.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the team, including their adversary, Puck hid behind an array of stone, further away from the conflict. She too had watched as her whole team had been slaughtered like pigs, but unlike their fearless leader, she was overcome by it. So she fled, the lone medic away from a horror show. Her weapon was cast away, and she fled. Ran for the hills.
Much later, much much later, after the whole conflict ended, she was picked up by a lone ParaCom scout transport and brought back to their mountain base for a debrief. Shortly after she was assigned to a new team, whereupon she served for a much longer term before being unceremoniously ended by a centaur chieftain.
"HQ, one last favour. I need you to help me identify the origins of the hostile."
"One moment. Hostile is confirmed as being a Viking warrior, male. Magic user of a powerful degree, exercise extreme caution in engaging the subject."
"Alright. Now could you upload a database of his language to my translator? I want to understand this asshole."
"One moment. Data transfer complete. Your auto-translator should now have a complete database of ancient Norse."
"Roger. Thank you HQ. Going dark. Wolf Leader out."
Right, time to deal with this prick.
"Hey! Asswipe! Over here!"
You assume correct, my friend.
Posted again.
Oop that reminds me I need to write another post derp.
I'AI I'AI CTHULHU F'THAGN
I'm sorry you were saying?
I'm sorry you were saying?
"Yeah I got him. He's right here. Can see his leg."
Yemen advanced forward slightly towards the treeline, her rifle trained at the tree the warrior was hiding behind.
"Yo dude I gotcha dead to rights you better come out now or else you gon die!"
She waited. Behind her, Kinzie moved forward, her SMG also trained at the same tree. Behind them, Powers stood guard, his machine gun seated on its bipod as he sat down on a stone and braced the gun against his shoulder. His sentry whirred into position, its scanner tracking the crows, unable to understand their significance but definitely not identifying them as friendly.
Cho adjusted the grip on his rifle. The warrior was in hiding, mostly from their turret. The thing spat lead faster than the warrior could move, and that was the advantage they had, an advantage he hoped they could keep. And that meant keeping it and its operator alive was second priority.
"Powers, fall back slightly, get within range of your turret. If need be I'll need you to move it somewhere else."
The bigger man glanced back at his leader.
"No sweat boss. This thing can swivel three-sixty degrees around. Tracks things faster than you can blink. We got this covered -"
"Shit!"
"Yemen!"
A whole cloud of crows had suddenly burst to life around the soldier, completely masking her from the rest of the team. Kinzie, in a state of panic, emptied her magazine into the seething black mass, Powers and his turret following suit soon after. Clumps and flurries of birds fell dead but countless more took their place, faster than they could be killed.
Inside the whirlwind, Yemen engaged the warrior. She didn't even see him until he was nearly in her face. Her rifle cracked and spat, pinging against his armour and shield. The ricochets whizzed everywhere, some even impacting into her chest plate, embedding themselves into the ballistic ceramic.
"Shit shit shit shit shit! He's coming right at me need backup now -"
Her cry for help was cut off by his sword sliding straight into her gut and out the other side. As the crows dissipated, the warrior kicked her off his blade and charged forward, giving Kinzie no time to react at all. She'd gone forward to try and assist her comrade only to find herself confronted by the swordsman from hell.
"Hijo de puta! Die!"
Her gun roared as it spat more metal death at their adversary, but to no avail. His shield, though made of metal and wood, absorbed or deflected every single round she fired, and when she ran empty, that's when he struck. In a blur of motion she was struck to her knees and swiftly decapitated.
"Kinzie!"
"Shit!"
Powers' turret swung round, unleashing a storm of bullets at the warrior and his murder of crows. Powers himself joined the offensive, bringing his machine gun to bear and spraying hot death at the warrior. The combined barrage brought him to his knees and to a halt; as invincible as he was, physics was still a cold, hard bitch.
Cho lined up his rifle's sights and pulled the trigger. His sniper spat a round at a much faster speed than the turret or the machine gun, and that round would travel towards the warrior's shield, hopefully striking it to keep him off balance.
Yemen coughed and tried to sit up. She was in shock. Her lower half was completely numb and immovable, and she knew why: the sword had cut clean through her lumbar spine and the lower section of her spinal cord, instantly severing her ability to control her legs. Plus she was bleeding profusely from the wound. She had only minutes to live.
"By God I will make him pay."
With all her strength she turned herself around and crawled, painstakingly, towards the slowly advancing warrior. Every time he got knocked back or stumbled was ground and time she gained. And when she got real close, she was barely hanging on. A hand delved to her vest and pulled a small, spherical object off of it. With her fading energy, she twisted and pulled the pin and weakly lobbed it at the warrior. No doubt it would explode in a few seconds. With no idea where it had landed, she slumped.
"Suck on this, you bastard..."
Her final act done, her last breath spiralled out into the cold air and she collapsed, dead, her last act of defiance soon to unleash its own brand of hell upon the swordsman.
Yemen advanced forward slightly towards the treeline, her rifle trained at the tree the warrior was hiding behind.
"Yo dude I gotcha dead to rights you better come out now or else you gon die!"
She waited. Behind her, Kinzie moved forward, her SMG also trained at the same tree. Behind them, Powers stood guard, his machine gun seated on its bipod as he sat down on a stone and braced the gun against his shoulder. His sentry whirred into position, its scanner tracking the crows, unable to understand their significance but definitely not identifying them as friendly.
Cho adjusted the grip on his rifle. The warrior was in hiding, mostly from their turret. The thing spat lead faster than the warrior could move, and that was the advantage they had, an advantage he hoped they could keep. And that meant keeping it and its operator alive was second priority.
"Powers, fall back slightly, get within range of your turret. If need be I'll need you to move it somewhere else."
The bigger man glanced back at his leader.
"No sweat boss. This thing can swivel three-sixty degrees around. Tracks things faster than you can blink. We got this covered -"
"Shit!"
"Yemen!"
A whole cloud of crows had suddenly burst to life around the soldier, completely masking her from the rest of the team. Kinzie, in a state of panic, emptied her magazine into the seething black mass, Powers and his turret following suit soon after. Clumps and flurries of birds fell dead but countless more took their place, faster than they could be killed.
Inside the whirlwind, Yemen engaged the warrior. She didn't even see him until he was nearly in her face. Her rifle cracked and spat, pinging against his armour and shield. The ricochets whizzed everywhere, some even impacting into her chest plate, embedding themselves into the ballistic ceramic.
"Shit shit shit shit shit! He's coming right at me need backup now -"
Her cry for help was cut off by his sword sliding straight into her gut and out the other side. As the crows dissipated, the warrior kicked her off his blade and charged forward, giving Kinzie no time to react at all. She'd gone forward to try and assist her comrade only to find herself confronted by the swordsman from hell.
"Hijo de puta! Die!"
Her gun roared as it spat more metal death at their adversary, but to no avail. His shield, though made of metal and wood, absorbed or deflected every single round she fired, and when she ran empty, that's when he struck. In a blur of motion she was struck to her knees and swiftly decapitated.
"Kinzie!"
"Shit!"
Powers' turret swung round, unleashing a storm of bullets at the warrior and his murder of crows. Powers himself joined the offensive, bringing his machine gun to bear and spraying hot death at the warrior. The combined barrage brought him to his knees and to a halt; as invincible as he was, physics was still a cold, hard bitch.
Cho lined up his rifle's sights and pulled the trigger. His sniper spat a round at a much faster speed than the turret or the machine gun, and that round would travel towards the warrior's shield, hopefully striking it to keep him off balance.
Yemen coughed and tried to sit up. She was in shock. Her lower half was completely numb and immovable, and she knew why: the sword had cut clean through her lumbar spine and the lower section of her spinal cord, instantly severing her ability to control her legs. Plus she was bleeding profusely from the wound. She had only minutes to live.
"By God I will make him pay."
With all her strength she turned herself around and crawled, painstakingly, towards the slowly advancing warrior. Every time he got knocked back or stumbled was ground and time she gained. And when she got real close, she was barely hanging on. A hand delved to her vest and pulled a small, spherical object off of it. With her fading energy, she twisted and pulled the pin and weakly lobbed it at the warrior. No doubt it would explode in a few seconds. With no idea where it had landed, she slumped.
"Suck on this, you bastard..."
Her final act done, her last breath spiralled out into the cold air and she collapsed, dead, her last act of defiance soon to unleash its own brand of hell upon the swordsman.
Posted again! @Palindromatic I think you can continue whenever.
"Track him. He has to be hurting from those bullets."
Cho scanned the area where the warrior had been. The ice and snow were melting away, which meant whatever spell the man had cast was wearing off. Instead, he now noticed the increased amount of crows that were spontaneously appearing in the area. They cawed incessantly, and it annoyed him. The noise was affecting his attention. But he surmised something: the warrior must be casting another spell, this time with crows as the base. He took this into consideration and relayed his next set of orders.
"Powers, Yemen, Kinzie, he's to your nine o'clock. See the crows?"
"Yep. Moving."
The dark-skinned woman took the lead, rifle at the ready as she slowly advanced towards the area that was slowly amassing an incredible amount of crows. Powers took control of his turret and directed it to point towards that same area, all unaware of the warrior's position amongst the bushes and trees.
Cho steadied his rifle and went through what he'd seen in the past few minutes: An armed warrior of possible European origin had just cleaved through a member of his team like a hot knife through butter, withstood bullets to chainmail, could conjure ice and snow and move faster than an eye could track. No doubt he was hostile, but the question was: was this their anomaly? Or was this someone else attracted to the same thing they were hunting?
Whatever the case, this man needed to be put down, else he kill anyone else.
Cho scanned the area where the warrior had been. The ice and snow were melting away, which meant whatever spell the man had cast was wearing off. Instead, he now noticed the increased amount of crows that were spontaneously appearing in the area. They cawed incessantly, and it annoyed him. The noise was affecting his attention. But he surmised something: the warrior must be casting another spell, this time with crows as the base. He took this into consideration and relayed his next set of orders.
"Powers, Yemen, Kinzie, he's to your nine o'clock. See the crows?"
"Yep. Moving."
The dark-skinned woman took the lead, rifle at the ready as she slowly advanced towards the area that was slowly amassing an incredible amount of crows. Powers took control of his turret and directed it to point towards that same area, all unaware of the warrior's position amongst the bushes and trees.
Cho steadied his rifle and went through what he'd seen in the past few minutes: An armed warrior of possible European origin had just cleaved through a member of his team like a hot knife through butter, withstood bullets to chainmail, could conjure ice and snow and move faster than an eye could track. No doubt he was hostile, but the question was: was this their anomaly? Or was this someone else attracted to the same thing they were hunting?
Whatever the case, this man needed to be put down, else he kill anyone else.
I'm still here. Just waiting for everything to carry along. I can't write much about nothing. D:
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