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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.
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.
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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He was fast.
Really fast.
Cho had trouble keeping up with Kolskegg as the warrior wheeled and ran in circles around him. He kept his own pace, slowly jogging in the opposite direction to the Viking's run. Obviously the latter was closing in on him, which was bad; his rifle wasn't as effective up close as it was from a distance. His scope was useless here as well.
Hmm.
Cho was sure the warrior had agility as well as speed in this new stage of his, it corresponded to what he'd seen so far. Still, it was worth a try.
He back slung his sniper rifle and lifted his Vector from his chest. The SMG wasn't as powerful as his rifle but what it lacked in force it made up for in sheer speed. He took aim at a spot ahead of him, waited for the warrior to approach, and just before he passed him, Cho pulled the trigger. The gun spat a salvo of death towards the Viking, Cho's eye for marksmanship helping him to lead the fast-moving warrior so his shots would connect. Hopefully.
Really fast.
Cho had trouble keeping up with Kolskegg as the warrior wheeled and ran in circles around him. He kept his own pace, slowly jogging in the opposite direction to the Viking's run. Obviously the latter was closing in on him, which was bad; his rifle wasn't as effective up close as it was from a distance. His scope was useless here as well.
Hmm.
Cho was sure the warrior had agility as well as speed in this new stage of his, it corresponded to what he'd seen so far. Still, it was worth a try.
He back slung his sniper rifle and lifted his Vector from his chest. The SMG wasn't as powerful as his rifle but what it lacked in force it made up for in sheer speed. He took aim at a spot ahead of him, waited for the warrior to approach, and just before he passed him, Cho pulled the trigger. The gun spat a salvo of death towards the Viking, Cho's eye for marksmanship helping him to lead the fast-moving warrior so his shots would connect. Hopefully.
"Of course, of course, I'd love to have a meal with you. I haven't eaten since last night, actually."
Ilyaas walked with Wendy towards the living area, where the smell of food hit him before he even entered. Today was one of those good days, apparently. He could smell canned foods, mostly; things like spam, tuna, beans, chilli, stuff people could heat and eat straight from the can. Some of the more enterprising ones had settled on plates, mashing together meat and vegetables for a primitive sort of meal. It was breakfast, after all.
He'd been tinkering with what spare parts they had lying around, mostly to just figure out what they did. What treasures he had were hidden away in his workshop; remnants of old Crusaders, working computers, even the odd plasma television or two. He was trying to design some sort of camouflage system, similar to his powers, but he was no electrical engineer and for all his fiddling around he'd come up with jack squat.
Ilyaas led her to his favourite place in the room: a small, quiet corner away from the general din in the center. He grabbed a can of soup and two packets of salted crackers from a nearby shelf and placed the can on a kerosene stove to heat. While he left Wendy to watch the soup, he made his way to the bulletin board someone had kindly set up near the main entrance. He'd took it upon himself to provide the residents of the Underground with items and provisions from aboveground, and someone had had the bright idea to compile a list of said things twice a week and place it on the board where he could find it. The list (which was a clipboard with a pen, several sheets of paper and a brightly coloured sign above it) was updated regularly by the residents who wrote down whatever they needed for him to look through on a supply day. Today was one of those days, and several of the regulars greeted him on his way to retrieve the clipboard. With that in hand he returned to Wendy, where the soup was quietly bubbling away in its can, idly looking through the requests that had been penned down.
"Mmm...looks like we're running out of water again. I can add your medical supplies to this list too, I'll get those on my first run. I might have to make several trips too...not sure how much we need and I honestly don't know how much I can carry back from above ground...hmm."
Ilyaas briefly thumbed through the other entries. He made a mental note to also bring in more paper and writing materials for the folks.
Ilyaas walked with Wendy towards the living area, where the smell of food hit him before he even entered. Today was one of those good days, apparently. He could smell canned foods, mostly; things like spam, tuna, beans, chilli, stuff people could heat and eat straight from the can. Some of the more enterprising ones had settled on plates, mashing together meat and vegetables for a primitive sort of meal. It was breakfast, after all.
He'd been tinkering with what spare parts they had lying around, mostly to just figure out what they did. What treasures he had were hidden away in his workshop; remnants of old Crusaders, working computers, even the odd plasma television or two. He was trying to design some sort of camouflage system, similar to his powers, but he was no electrical engineer and for all his fiddling around he'd come up with jack squat.
Ilyaas led her to his favourite place in the room: a small, quiet corner away from the general din in the center. He grabbed a can of soup and two packets of salted crackers from a nearby shelf and placed the can on a kerosene stove to heat. While he left Wendy to watch the soup, he made his way to the bulletin board someone had kindly set up near the main entrance. He'd took it upon himself to provide the residents of the Underground with items and provisions from aboveground, and someone had had the bright idea to compile a list of said things twice a week and place it on the board where he could find it. The list (which was a clipboard with a pen, several sheets of paper and a brightly coloured sign above it) was updated regularly by the residents who wrote down whatever they needed for him to look through on a supply day. Today was one of those days, and several of the regulars greeted him on his way to retrieve the clipboard. With that in hand he returned to Wendy, where the soup was quietly bubbling away in its can, idly looking through the requests that had been penned down.
"Mmm...looks like we're running out of water again. I can add your medical supplies to this list too, I'll get those on my first run. I might have to make several trips too...not sure how much we need and I honestly don't know how much I can carry back from above ground...hmm."
Ilyaas briefly thumbed through the other entries. He made a mental note to also bring in more paper and writing materials for the folks.
Guys, for my next post I need a bit of meta from the rest of ya'll.
Since I've made Ilyaas the de facto supply guy, I'd love it if everyone could take the time to post maybe one or two things that they're characters might need that he could pick up on an excursion to the surface.
Since I've made Ilyaas the de facto supply guy, I'd love it if everyone could take the time to post maybe one or two things that they're characters might need that he could pick up on an excursion to the surface.
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@Lord Wraith I'm keeping Smiley. He's cool.
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Three people, really.
Me.
You sir have grabbed my attention and interest.
Ilyaas yawned as he awoke. Another sleepy day, another night survived without having been killed in his sleep by mechanised steel.
Working in the crew's only electronics workshop, the place was pretty much his home. He could return to the surface, yeah, his powers pretty much guaranteed that, but he knew his place was down here, helping what remained of the metahuman species survive.
He knew his place. Everyone knew. If someone had something that was broken, like a radio or a cellphone, they'd bring it to him. Any electronic scrap or machine or gadget that someone found, they brought to him. He'd use his rudimentary smarts, combined with what little manuals and texts he'd scavenged from the world above, to fix or remedy what problems he was given. Then the objects would be returned to their owners, or the scrap kept within his workshop for future projects. He wasn't much of an inventor, but anything to help the cause was appreciated, at least.
He wiped his face with a wet rag, then wrung it and laid it out on a rack to dry. That was the problem with trying to be self-sufficient underground, no renewable resources. The water was one of their most valuable, and he could only make so many trips aboveground to buy or steal what he could carry. No one else possessed his particular powerset, so anyone that dared venture aboveground risked death or worse, capture. Twice a week he made the adventure aboveground, raiding convenience and grocery stores for whatever they had that he could carry. Water, food, medicine, or any other supplies that were in demand.
Thinking back to his earlier days, he knew that he was happier here. He had people, friends that knew him and appreciated his company, not like his former colleagues in his previous job. Last he'd heard, he'd found that one of his former bosses had been a Super, and he'd been promptly exterminated by one of the Technopath's bots.
Happier.
He stretched a little and went outside. His little workshop sat in one of the corners of the underground labyrinth that was their collective home, and the only way people knew he was awake was when the sign that hung from the ceiling said 'open', which was what he did. The sign swung around easily on its chain and he smiled. Another day for business, another day to spend working on something that could beat the Technopath's bots, hopefully.
Then he remembered: today was supply run day. He swung his sign back around and sighed to himself. This morning, he'd dedicate to mostly going around to all the various residences and other places to ask around for supply requests. To make a shopping list, essentially, and to do that he'd need paper and a pencil. He grabbed those from within his workshop and set out to his first destination: the clinic. Hopefully Wendy was still there for him to -
Oh, there she was, just heading out. He smiled and waved to her, quickening his pace so he'd catch up to her.
"Wendy! Have a moment? Today's supply day, and, um, I'd like to know if you need anything. Mind if, um, I walk with you?"
Working in the crew's only electronics workshop, the place was pretty much his home. He could return to the surface, yeah, his powers pretty much guaranteed that, but he knew his place was down here, helping what remained of the metahuman species survive.
He knew his place. Everyone knew. If someone had something that was broken, like a radio or a cellphone, they'd bring it to him. Any electronic scrap or machine or gadget that someone found, they brought to him. He'd use his rudimentary smarts, combined with what little manuals and texts he'd scavenged from the world above, to fix or remedy what problems he was given. Then the objects would be returned to their owners, or the scrap kept within his workshop for future projects. He wasn't much of an inventor, but anything to help the cause was appreciated, at least.
He wiped his face with a wet rag, then wrung it and laid it out on a rack to dry. That was the problem with trying to be self-sufficient underground, no renewable resources. The water was one of their most valuable, and he could only make so many trips aboveground to buy or steal what he could carry. No one else possessed his particular powerset, so anyone that dared venture aboveground risked death or worse, capture. Twice a week he made the adventure aboveground, raiding convenience and grocery stores for whatever they had that he could carry. Water, food, medicine, or any other supplies that were in demand.
Thinking back to his earlier days, he knew that he was happier here. He had people, friends that knew him and appreciated his company, not like his former colleagues in his previous job. Last he'd heard, he'd found that one of his former bosses had been a Super, and he'd been promptly exterminated by one of the Technopath's bots.
Happier.
He stretched a little and went outside. His little workshop sat in one of the corners of the underground labyrinth that was their collective home, and the only way people knew he was awake was when the sign that hung from the ceiling said 'open', which was what he did. The sign swung around easily on its chain and he smiled. Another day for business, another day to spend working on something that could beat the Technopath's bots, hopefully.
Then he remembered: today was supply run day. He swung his sign back around and sighed to himself. This morning, he'd dedicate to mostly going around to all the various residences and other places to ask around for supply requests. To make a shopping list, essentially, and to do that he'd need paper and a pencil. He grabbed those from within his workshop and set out to his first destination: the clinic. Hopefully Wendy was still there for him to -
Oh, there she was, just heading out. He smiled and waved to her, quickening his pace so he'd catch up to her.
"Wendy! Have a moment? Today's supply day, and, um, I'd like to know if you need anything. Mind if, um, I walk with you?"
@The Mad Hatter Yeah...sad to say the inspiration for me to post here hasn't struck me yet. I just don't know what to do with poor Ilyaas.
Edit: never mind I found something that he can do. Posted.
Edit: never mind I found something that he can do. Posted.
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