DJAtomika

Martial Quest - Wuxia.

I am all for a wu xia RP. Consider me interested.

Mass Effect: Vigil

Well it's good to see all the familiar faces converging on a Mass Effect RP. I'll be here to read your stories.

The Ward

"...yeah I'm gonna agree with that last one, lady."

Aaron moved forward and shined his flashlight down the hole, but the darkness within seemed to swallow up whatever light that shone from the LED within his flashlight. With a shake of his head, he stepped back from the edge of the hole and reattached the flashlight to the shoulder of his combat vest, before turning to address the rest of the motley crew.

"Options? Unless the rope we have is long enough to go down...however deep that hole goes. And I can go first, if anyone else isn't going to volunteer. Or maybe we could...go around?"

Aaron turned his light onto the edges of the hole ahead of them, trying to figure out if the blue line on the wall that they'd been following went past the crevice in the floor.

The Ward

Aaron followed along a few steps until the group reached the first junction. Obviously the first of many. The burly man he'd stopped earlier went ahead a few paces to shine his flashlight down each hallway to indicate the fork in the road and that a decision needed to be made. The other three people didn't seem to make concrete judgements, so Aaron stepped up to the plate.

"Let's check the left first. If nothing comes of it, we come back here and go the other way. Either way, let's try and follow that blue line on the wall."

At a slow and steady pace, Aaron took the lead, his silenced pistol now out and in one hand with his flashlight in the other. He pointed the firearm straight ahead and braced his flashlight-holding forearm underneath his right wrist, holding the light backhand to illuminate his path as he took the first few tentative steps into the hallway on the left.

The Ward

"Blue 5, huh? Well I suppose we should-"

And then one of the group, a taller, burly man, made a move and left the group, heading into the borehole without waiting for anyone else. Probably the worst thing he could do in a situation like this. Aaron swore, tightened the strap of his rifle and ran after.

"Hey! Wait!"

Once he'd caught up with the bigger man, he grabbed him by the shoulder and attempted to spin him around in a threatening manner. But the man was too burly and all he did was make himself stumble as the walking refrigerator tromped off into the darkness. More than a little pissed, he yelled at the vanishing figure.

"The fuck, man?! We're all stuck down here without a god damn clue of what's ahead of us, and you want to just waltz on ahead and get yourself killed by yourself?!"

The Ward

Aaron rubbed his wrists as the harness around him undid itself and he could step free from the armatures that had lowered them down into the depths. His breaths were deep and slow in the confines of his gas mask that he'd woken up in, although the rest of the suit didn't feel as uncomfortable. It calmed him, this ritual, and it was a holdover from somewhere, some time long ago.

He couldn't remember why or how, but it was like instinct. The sleep he'd had before waking up in a suit, trussed up like a turkey with a stuffy gas mask on his face was oddly calming and he didn't feel panic. Only a sense of grim unease and foreboding, tempered by some sort of willpower that he didn't really know he had or whose origins he understood.

Around him were his presumed companions, released from their own harnesses and left to their own devices. But then the Warden's voice boomed from above: a briefing, as it were. Bags of equipment and supplies ferried down from above to be distributed equally among themselves, which is what he did. His hands worked like they had a mind of their own, attaching pouches and boxes to the appropriate places on the vest he had, along with a knife on his left shoulder, handle outwards. But he took only what he deemed necessary for himself, leaving enough for the others to stock up based on their own needs.

Then came weaponry. There were enough of both sidearms to sufficiently arm himself and his three companions, so he took both the semi-auto and silenced pistol and shoved them roughly into holsters on his tactical rig; silenced on his thigh, semi-auto on his chest with the grip oriented towards his right side. And finally, he took the assault rifle. It sat very well in his arms and with a practised eye, he looked over his weapons; removing the magazine to check his round count, slapping it back into the weapon, chambering a round and performing a quick press check to make sure the round sat within the chamber.

Then a quick click of the safety to turn it on, before he continued with his sidearms. Methodical, slow and measured in his actions, it wasn't until he finished checking the ammunition and safety of the bolt-action pistol did he talk.

"No idea. But whatever it is, we do it or we die here. Alone."

The Ward

Aaron Vasquez

Full Name:
Aaron Emilio Vasquez

Age:
23

Nationality:
United States

Appearance:
Aaron is around 5'9", weighing roughly 177 pounds. He is built like an athlete, well-muscled body, toned physique, with short-cropped dark brown hair and equally dark brown eyes. He has a single scar on his nose going across the bridge, along with a gang sleeve tattoo on his right arm of the Grim Reaper holding a long scythe.

Background:
[INMATE HISTORY EXPUNGED BY WARDEN]

Talents:
Aaron is a fighter by nature. He has experience in fighting with his fists and feet, along with the athleticism of a brawler.

Personal Effect:
A pair of USMC dog tags on a simple chain. They contain his full name, date of birth, blood type and religion. The date of birth has been scratched out.

The Ward

Aaron Vasquez

Full Name:
Aaron Emilio Vasquez

Age:
23

Nationality:
United States

Appearance:
Aaron is around 5'9", weighing roughly 177 pounds. He is built like an athlete, well-muscled body, toned physique, with short-cropped dark brown hair and equally dark brown eyes. He has a single scar on his nose going across the bridge, along with a gang sleeve tattoo on his right arm of the Grim Reaper holding a long scythe.

Background:
[INMATE HISTORY EXPUNGED BY WARDEN]

Talents:
Aaron is a fighter by nature. He has experience in fighting with his fists and feet, along with the athleticism of a brawler.

Personal Effect:
A pair of USMC dog tags on a simple chain. They contain his full name, date of birth, blood type and religion. The date of birth has been scratched out.

The Ward

Interested.

Persona: Shadow of Virtuality (Persona RP except with futuristic cyberpunk VR and hackers; prior knowledge not required)

Interested.