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@Surtr stop sending random people into my discord

@Odin

can i?

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_@Surtr

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The party had, for lack of a better word, thrown the nature side of the woods pretty off balance. The typical noises of animals around this time of night had gone quiet on account of the sheer ear bending noise the lumber mill was making. On the outskirts however there was an uncertain peace, the drums didn’t pound quite as hard here and the screeches of a vocalist didn’t seem to travel quite this far, the odd bird chirping or frog croaking could be faintly heard every now and again, as the woods seemingly began to once more come to life.

“I CLOSED MY EEEEEEYES AND I SLIPPED AWAAAAAAAAAAAY!!”

In an instant the frogs dipped back underwater and the birds erupted from the trees as Peter Grey air guitared his way down the dirt path, kicking up twigs and bits of earth as he glided by with all the grace of a bull in a meth lab or however that saying went. Peter began jumping up and down like a schizoid as he imagined the big finish of his, assuredly, amazing live performance.

“IT’S MORE THAN A FEEEELIN! I BEGIN DREAMIN’

MORE THAN A FEEEEEELIN’!”

In an instant, a pirouette too far perhaps, Pete looked around and learned quite quickly he was lost. He was already late so getting there fast wasn’t high on his priority list but he’d been too, far too, engrossed in his music and seemed to have gone off the dirt path. Considering he didn’t spend much of his time out in the woods of Farmer’s Hill this presented a pretty big issue, slightly Peter began to panic. He put a hand in his pocket to reach for his phone as he pulled off his headphones.

In an instant Peter’s expression turned to annoyance as he gave out an irritated grunt and took his hand out of his pocket.

He could hear, quite well, just how loud the music had truly gotten, if anything it felt like he was standing right outside the lumber mill. Letting his headphones rest around his neck and placing his hands in his pockets Pete followed the sounds and made his way to the mill.

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Barely, and I really do mean barely, Peter managed to squeeze through a gap in the chain link fence, finally getting a full view of the mill. The music was, obviously, at it’s loudest here but Pete didn’t mind, it’s something you got used to fairly quick with parties provided you didn’t stand next to speakers.He took stock of the place and began looking for the ever elusive “second party” that pretty much always happened at these affairs, pretty often Pete would get let in but not everyone was cool with a “J” so there’d been times he was forced to finish outside in the dead of winter, not fun.

Passing through some stragglers outside and giving the odd vague smile or wave of recognition Peter approached what he was sure was the entrance to the veritable nirvana, oddly enough though there wasn’t any gorilla or congregation of gorillas standing all tough like in front of it. Not that Peter was disappointed at the lack of large angry men but there was usually a certain rhythm to these little soirees that made the difference all the more noticeable.

As if to answer his confusion Pete was treated to the growing volume of someone yelling on the other side of the mill, while he couldn’t make out most of the tirade Peter did manage to hear the word faggot, meaning either a hate crime was transpiring or a British person was greatly unhappy with their cigarette. Against his better judgement Peter, reluctantly, walked away from the VIP entrance and followed the pleasing rant.

As he rounded the corner Peter saw Hagan lifting some guy by the scruff of his neck and screaming in his face, Peter made out two girls behind them witnessing the whole affair but he didn’t pay them as much mind, Hagan was quite clearly stealing the show at present.

Breaking into a half jog Peter got closer and closer to the group. He’d only spoken to Hagan a handful of times, he was pretty sure they’d shared a joint once but they were hardly bro’s, even still he tried his best to diffuse the situation before it got even more out of hand. As he neared the group Peter noticed a cane strewn across the ground next to the guy Hagan was manhandling, he cringed as he put two and two together.

“Hagan, man chill out. Whatever’s goin’ on we can just all go back to the party and get loaded instead of standin’ out here freezin’ our asses off.” Not exactly the most charismatic of diffusals but Pete at least hoped the allure of alcohol might worm a bit of rationale into the brain of Hagan and the others that the only thing that whatever was happening here wasn't as important as (mostly) underage drinking and substance abuse.

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Peter Grey

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"International man of many mysteries."

[ Age (19) | Height (5’11ft) | American/Canadian Pronouns (He/Him) | Weight (163lb) ]

[Impatience]

APPEARANCE

"Just your average puckish rogue."

Peter’s skin is slightly paler than average, owing to the fact that he doesn’t really spend much of his time outside “towin the fields” like a lot of the more active locals, even then he’s more of a night person. Peter’s hair is typically wild and unkempt, curling usually around the sides and backs which suits his laid back personality but makes him appear like even more of stoner which doesn’t tend to endear itself to the populace.

Peter has an odd sense of style, best described as casually weird. He typically wears regular jeans but couples it with a pair of silver converse sneakers that he likes to keep at a clean shine. Peter also showcases his fanboyism of eighties rock by wearing band shirts on an almost constant basis, RUSH, Pink Floyd, Judas Priest etc. Though he will occasionally sport a shirt or accessory from something of this era, he also commonly wears a plaid flannel shirt with the buttons undone over his tees. Lastly Peter never leaves home without his walkman (yes, seriously) clipped to his waist and the headphones resting around his neck.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I’m like an onion, except there’s, only… er, Good… Stuff, you know what screw the whole analogy"

MAIN GOAL ⫻ A lot of Peter’s issues come from the fact that he himself isn’t sure what he wants out of life. At his most basic Peter just wants to be content or at the very least secure, if nothing else the feeling and comfort of stability is all he really wants.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Peter outwardly practices and preaches a very “live in the moment” lifestyle, espousing the Buddhist philosophy that nothing lasts forever so enjoy everything while you can. Whilst this is in part something of a coping mechanism he does approach most everything in life with an open mind and a carefree attitude.

SECRETS ⫻ Peter is on a fair amount of medications most solely to help him with concentration but he also is secretly on anti-depressants, something that he feels deeply embarrassed and ashamed about, so much so that he hasn’t sought any outside help or even told his mother, to him it’s something he feels sharing will only worsen how he feels.

DESIRES ⫻ Validation is high on Peter’s list of desires but his demeanour is not all a facade, he does genuinely enjoy relaxing and enjoying the little things in life, which currently happen to be music and weed.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Straight though Peter feels quite secure in his sexuality and will readily point out whether he finds someone attractive, regardless of their gender.

FEARS ⫻ Rejection and irrelevancy are perhaps the main fears that permeate Peter’s thoughts, owing mostly to his history, or lack thereof, with his father and family or to his feelings of being trapped in Montana. Unrelated but he’s also not much for heights

REPUTATION ⫻ Whilst Peter’s reputation isn’t exactly hostile he’s not very well respected, his appearance, attitude and overall demeanour lead most of the townsfolk and even some of his peers to write him off as a delinquent stoner, his typically poor grades don’t really do much to help dissuade them from this view. Those that get to know him however tend to find him likeable enough due to his easygoing nature.

PET PEEVES ⫻ Tediousness and really, boring people in general, Peter struggles in school as it is with how trapped he feels listening to seemingly endless lectures, conversations that drag on and on feels like torture to Peter. He also is not a fan of someone taking his headphones off forcibly.

QUIRKS ⫻ Apart from generally having his hands in his pockets Peter usually places a surprising amount of things behind his ear, toothpicks, pencils, even a joint, which once led to a particularly painful moment where he’d forgotten it was lit.

BACKSTORY

"Don’t matter where I’ve been, only care about where I’m goin’"

Peter’s mother Amanda Grey was a former member of Farmer’s Hill, born to a middle class family, life was normal if not aggressively mundane, when she reached her twenties Amanda made the (oft criticized by her family) decision to move away from the monotony of rural life and sought excitement abroad, though the furthest she ever got was Montreal. While there Amanda took a job as an office cleaner which is where she met Michael Benson during an embarrassing incident where he’d went to the bathroom during closing hours and was left locked in, through this wondrous encounter to surely tell the kids about, the two began dating. Eventually Amanda moved into his apartment where the two would “enjoy each other’s company” for about three months before learning would have an out of wedlock bundle of joy on the way.

After Peter was born their relationship quickly became strained, turning out a quick fling leading into a move-in leading into a child was hardly the best relationship plan. After two years the locks on the apartment changed and Amanda was left far away from home with nowhere to lay her head or her child’s, Amanda very quickly let her dreams of freewheeling die out in order to take care of her child. When she returned (through a plane ticket paid for by her family) she was not greeted with a warm welcome, particularly on account of her returning home with a bastard in tow. Through gritted teeth they allowed their daughter back into their home simply on account of how little money she had to support a child but they never particularly kind or welcoming towards Amanda or her son.

With frequently working long hours Peter rarely saw his mother growing up and was regularly left in the care of his indifferent relatives who didn’t take kindly as his attention and desire to do well in school slipped along with his grades, quite regularly criticising his mother on how he was raised and quite often pushing for medication to help his grades improve. What little attentiveness and passion Peter had slipped away as he barely finished high school, his mother hoping to help him gain inspiration away from his family insisted he enrol at Grand Ridge to do music.

Away from his family and living in the dormitories, Peter’s disposistion, outwardly, improved but inwardly he developed an almost nihilistic view on Farmer Hill and life in general, finding no real passion or motivation in much and being relatively uncaring of the goings on, generally just getting high and coming across as more laid back to put much stock in anything.

Though he has started to try more and better his mental state, what little optimism Peter has had for his future is slowly but surely losing ground.

SKILLS & TALENTS

”That’s right, there’s more beneath this burning hunk of love. Not much, but more."

Bass Guitar ⫻ Though mostly a hobby Peter has practised enough with bass to actually be quite good at it, even if he routinely knocks it as being impossible to be bad at, he’s at least decent enough to copy the basslines from most of his favourite songs, and the bassline from Final Fantasy 2.

Useless Pop Trivia ⫻ More something he’s proud of, Peter knows quite a lot of factoids about seemingly random or inconsequential shit, owing most likely to a lifetime of procrastination.

Computers and IT ⫻ Surprisingly, Peter is at least competent with computers, pretty much due to how often his cheap one breaks down or encounters some sort of bug. Whilst he’s hardly a whizz he knows enough to operate and fix a machine if he really has to.

ABSTRACTION

"Now ya see me..."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Two bolts of lightning above his right wrist and travelling halfway up his arm.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Enhanced Speed and reflex

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Peter is able to run at superhuman speeds, while hardly The Flash he is able to go faster than the human eye is able to process, while running his reflexes heighten, insofar in that he gains enough wherewithal to make sure he doesn’t smack into anything or trip over loose ground, though he can still be knocked off balance from forces beyond his control.

Peter’s body can only withstand so much however so he himself isn’t quite sure how fast he can reasonably reach, the closer he gets to Mount Ever Reaching however the faster he is able to go at a shorter rate of time. When in the presence of other abstracts however he feels a sort of mental block on how fast he is able to go, needing to prioritize more quick bursts than long stretches, he also seems to tire quicker when around other abstracts. At a far distance from the mountain Peter is able to run up to around 100kmh, just fast enough to run across the surface of water, this speed decreasing the further he gets from the mountain.

Peter’s abstract stems from his desire to feel free and unbound by the norms or grim realities he believes await him in his future, ironically, his speed is much like a drug in that it is in reality nothing more than fantastical escapism.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Mount Ever Reaching seems to gradually “unlock” faster speeds Peter can go, the longer he spends running in its presence the quicker he can become, if he spends long enough running next to The Mountain he can move so quickly that time slows to a sheer crawl around him, however going at these speeds carries a great deal of risk, though Peter’s body adapts to withstand the pressure and he seems to carry more energy than usual, going this fast can very easily have Peter pass out from the sheer exhaustion or even be unable to withstand the force any longer if he doesn't pace himself.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Peter feels the general impatience of others, a feeling that is greatly unpleasant for someone who didn’t carry much patience around to begin with, in a radius of about 15 metres Peter can feel a gnawing burn in the back of his skull as the general impatience or irritation of others worms its way into his mind.

LIMITS ⫻ Peter may have access to high speeds, but the problem he faces is maneuverability. He may be able to turn quite well at lower speeds, but his higher speeds his turning power slows to an absolute crawl. He may slam face first into a wall if he isn't being careful. Especially when around other Awakened.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Accessing his speed also speeds up his other aspects. Mostly his perception of the world, and how it looks and sounds. Meaning, he sees and hears faster than other people while speeding - which lends to his speech. It'll be nigh impossible for Peter to communicate while speeding. Everything will be slow gibberish to him, and everything else will be far too fast for him to possibly hear. Other bodily functions will also speed up like his bloodflow/heart rate, and if he isn't careful, he may have a heart attack. In addition, he'll build up friction from moving, and eventually his body heat will go through the roof from all the movement.

OTHER

"Carry on my wayward son"

nathin’

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@Surtr I'll give it a go, I avoided it more out of the worry that I might get the science wrong

I'd say when he's a reasonable distance away from the mountain he could clock at around 90kmh or so, which unless i'm wrong is just fast enough to run across the surface of water. This dwindling down the further he is from the mountain naturally. When he's close to it (and has been building up his speed) I see it more as a kind of overclocking thing so while he *can* go fast enough to slow time down around him (which is christ knows how many machs) he could only go as fast as his body is able to take which it wouldnt be able to stand much of in that instance.

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big loser has arrived.
please tell me of any issues so i can fix em and feel bad about em

Peter Grey

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"International man of many mysteries."

[ Age (19) | Height (5’11ft) | American/Canadian Pronouns (He/Him) | Weight (163lb) ]

[Impatience]

APPEARANCE

"Just your average puckish rogue."

Peter’s skin is slightly paler than average, owing to the fact that he doesn’t really spend much of his time outside “towin the fields” like a lot of the more active locals, even then he’s more of a night person. Peter’s hair is typically wild and unkempt, curling usually around the sides and backs which suits his laid back personality but makes him appear like even more of stoner which doesn’t tend to endear itself to the populace.

Peter has an odd sense of style, best described as casually weird. He typically wears regular jeans but couples it with a pair of silver converse sneakers that he likes to keep at a clean shine. Peter also showcases his fanboyism of eighties rock by wearing band shirts on an almost constant basis, RUSH, Pink Floyd, Judas Priest etc. Though he will occasionally sport a shirt or accessory from something of this era, he also commonly wears a plaid flannel shirt with the buttons undone over his tees. Lastly Peter never leaves home without his walkman (yes, seriously) clipped to his waist and the headphones resting around his neck.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I’m like an onion, except there’s, only… er, Good… Stuff, you know what screw the whole analogy"

MAIN GOAL ⫻ A lot of Peter’s issues come from the fact that he himself isn’t sure what he wants out of life. At his most basic Peter just wants to be content or at the very least secure, if nothing else the feeling and comfort of stability is all he really wants.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Peter outwardly practices and preaches a very “live in the moment” lifestyle, espousing the Buddhist philosophy that nothing lasts forever so enjoy everything while you can. Whilst this is in part something of a coping mechanism he does approach most everything in life with an open mind and a carefree attitude.

SECRETS ⫻ Peter is on a fair amount of medications most solely to help him with concentration but he also is secretly on anti-depressants, something that he feels deeply embarrassed and ashamed about, so much so that he hasn’t sought any outside help or even told his mother, to him it’s something he feels sharing will only worsen how he feels.

DESIRES ⫻ Validation is high on Peter’s list of desires but his demeanour is not all a facade, he does genuinely enjoy relaxing and enjoying the little things in life, which currently happen to be music and weed.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Straight though Peter feels quite secure in his sexuality and will readily point out whether he finds someone attractive, regardless of their gender.

FEARS ⫻ Rejection and irrelevancy are perhaps the main fears that permeate Peter’s thoughts, owing mostly to his history, or lack thereof, with his father and family or to his feelings of being trapped in Montana. Unrelated but he’s also not much for heights

REPUTATION ⫻ Whilst Peter’s reputation isn’t exactly hostile he’s not very well respected, his appearance, attitude and overall demeanour lead most of the townsfolk and even some of his peers to write him off as a delinquent stoner, his typically poor grades don’t really do much to help dissuade them from this view. Those that get to know him however tend to find him likeable enough due to his easygoing nature.

PET PEEVES ⫻ Tediousness and really, boring people in general, Peter struggles in school as it is with how trapped he feels listening to seemingly endless lectures, conversations that drag on and on feels like torture to Peter. He also is not a fan of someone taking his headphones off forcibly.

QUIRKS ⫻ Apart from generally having his hands in his pockets Peter usually places a surprising amount of things behind his ear, toothpicks, pencils, even a joint, which once led to a particularly painful moment where he’d forgotten it was lit.

BACKSTORY

"Don’t matter where I’ve been, only care about where I’m goin’"

Peter’s mother Amanda Grey was a former member of Farmer’s Hill, born to a middle class family, life was normal if not aggressively mundane, when she reached her twenties Amanda made the (oft criticized by her family) decision to move away from the monotony of rural life and sought excitement abroad, though the furthest she ever got was Montreal. While there Amanda took a job as an office cleaner which is where she met Michael Benson during an embarrassing incident where he’d went to the bathroom during closing hours and was left locked in, through this wondrous encounter to surely tell the kids about, the two began dating. Eventually Amanda moved into his apartment where the two would “enjoy each other’s company” for about three months before learning would have an out of wedlock bundle of joy on the way.

After Peter was born their relationship quickly became strained, turning out a quick fling leading into a move-in leading into a child was hardly the best relationship plan. After two years the locks on the apartment changed and Amanda was left far away from home with nowhere to lay her head or her child’s, Amanda very quickly let her dreams of freewheeling die out in order to take care of her child. When she returned (through a plane ticket paid for by her family) she was not greeted with a warm welcome, particularly on account of her returning home with a bastard in tow. Through gritted teeth they allowed their daughter back into their home simply on account of how little money she had to support a child but they never particularly kind or welcoming towards Amanda or her son.

With frequently working long hours Peter rarely saw his mother growing up and was regularly left in the care of his indifferent relatives who didn’t take kindly as his attention and desire to do well in school slipped along with his grades, quite regularly criticising his mother on how he was raised and quite often pushing for medication to help his grades improve. What little attentiveness and passion Peter had slipped away as he barely finished high school, his mother hoping to help him gain inspiration away from his family insisted he enrol at Grand Ridge to do music.

Away from his family and living in the dormitories, Peter’s disposistion, outwardly, improved but inwardly he developed an almost nihilistic view on Farmer Hill and life in general, finding no real passion or motivation in much and being relatively uncaring of the goings on, generally just getting high and coming across as more laid back to put much stock in anything.

Though he has started to try more and better his mental state, what little optimism Peter has had for his future is slowly but surely losing ground.

SKILLS & TALENTS

”That’s right, there’s more beneath this burning hunk of love. Not much, but more."

Bass Guitar ⫻ Though mostly a hobby Peter has practised enough with bass to actually be quite good at it, even if he routinely knocks it as being impossible to be bad at, he’s at least decent enough to copy the basslines from most of his favourite songs, and the bassline from Final Fantasy 2.

Useless Pop Trivia ⫻ More something he’s proud of, Peter knows quite a lot of factoids about seemingly random or inconsequential shit, owing most likely to a lifetime of procrastination.

Computers and IT ⫻ Surprisingly, Peter is at least competent with computers, pretty much due to how often his cheap one breaks down or encounters some sort of bug. Whilst he’s hardly a whizz he knows enough to operate and fix a machine if he really has to.

ABSTRACTION

"Now ya see me..."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Two bolts of lightning above his right wrist and travelling halfway up his arm.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Enhanced Speed and reflex

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Peter is able to run at superhuman speeds, while hardly The Flash he is able to go faster than the human eye is able to process, while running his reflexes heighten, insofar in that he gains enough wherewithal to make sure he doesn’t smack into anything or trip over loose ground, though he can still be knocked off balance from forces beyond his control.

Peter’s body can only withstand so much however so he himself isn’t quite sure how fast he can reasonably reach, the closer he gets to Mount Ever Reaching however the faster he is able to go at a shorter rate of time. When in the presence of other abstracts however he feels a sort of mental block on how fast he is able to go, needing to prioritize more quick bursts than long stretches, he also seems to tire quicker when around other abstracts. At a far distance from the mountain Peter is able to run up to around 100kmh, just fast enough to run across the surface of water, this speed decreasing the further he gets from the mountain.

Peter’s abstract stems from his desire to feel free and unbound by the norms or grim realities he believes await him in his future, ironically, his speed is much like a drug in that it is in reality nothing more than fantastical escapism.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Mount Ever Reaching seems to gradually “unlock” faster speeds Peter can go, the longer he spends running in its presence the quicker he can become, if he spends long enough running next to The Mountain he can move so quickly that time slows to a sheer crawl around him, however going at these speeds carries a great deal of risk, though Peter’s body adapts to withstand the pressure and he seems to carry more energy than usual, going this fast can very easily have Peter pass out from the sheer exhaustion or even be unable to withstand the force any longer if he doesn't pace himself.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Peter feels the general impatience of others, a feeling that is greatly unpleasant for someone who didn’t carry much patience around to begin with, in a radius of about 15 metres Peter can feel a gnawing burn in the back of his skull as the general impatience or irritation of others worms its way into his mind.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

OTHER

"Carry on my wayward son"

nathin’

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Germany

“So friend, iz this your first time in Germany?”

“No.”

“Planning on staying long?”

“No.”

The moustached clerk maintained a warm smile and nodded as if he and the blonde haired man were old friends catching up with one another. It had always struck Voyt as odd how friendly the German people seemed to be, the business owners anyway, perhaps it was just a way to maintain a consumer base. Voyt still didn’t like it. Nobody was that happy.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Voyt asked with the same terse tone he’d maintained since he came in, the clerk didn’t seem to notice as he chuckled for no apparent reason and made a joke about oral hygiene before pointing to a thick wood door next to a row of energy drinks.

Voyt beelined for the door as the clerk laughed on behind him, quickly putting down the lock and breathing a small sigh of relief to himself. He relaxed himself and walked towards the mirror, taking off his bag and letting it thud to the floor as he did so. Voyt stared at his reflection, his dirty blonde hair really being the only indicating factor of who he was, had you seen him before, the cowboy ensemble gone, for now, and the dark paint around his eyes washed off.

Considering the climate wasn’t exactly suited to Voyt’s usual attire he didn’t complain much, though he felt naked without his mask, but if he wanted to distance himself fully from his usual appearance then he’d need to go a little further. Voyt took out a pair of scissors from his bag and draped his head over the sink,carefully snipping away the length from his hair, a process that went slow but Voyt’s typical steady hand and presence of mind made it relatively painless.

Voyt turned on the sink and let the water wash away the flecks of hair he’d left behind as he looked back up at his reflection, his hair now short and neat at the back, he wasn’t one for elaborate styles so Voyt parted the front of his hair to the side and left it at that. He bent down and pulled on his green bomber jacket and black gloves as he prepared to once again go out into the cold, but not before taking out his twin SAA’s and allowing himself a moment to enjoy holding them once more. He placed his guns into the specially fitted holsters in his coat and exited the bathroom,

Voyt braced himself as the clerk lit up upon seeing him again, a quip about Voyt’s new haircut began escaping from his lips but the gunslinger immediately tuned him out as he turned his attention to a TV mounted on the corner.

"This is Molly Schuler, and tragedy has struck at the Brazilian Fighting cup in Rio!" Molly started off. "Right when the first match begun, a horde of machines, descended upon the stadium, and caused a massacre. Destroying a majority of the stadium, along with the death of many civilians."

Molly cleared her throat as she continued.

"Brave MAVERICK soldiers fought bravely to ensure the contestants, and survivors get to safety, but it seems an explosive went off in the building." Molly started off. "Authorities are still looking for survivors."

She centered herself.

"MAVERICK is still investigating who is behind this attack, but it is believed to be either the work of the dreaded ZODIAC group..." Molly trailed off, as she pressed her earpiece, and turned to the side. "... We have received word that the two terrorists, Justin Haggar, and a woman who refers to herself as Seven, are the two behind the attack."

"These two are responsible for the destruction of MAVERICK headquarters, currently with a bounty of a trillion dollars," Molly started off. "Said bounty has doubled to two trillion dollars each. Seven is wanted strictly alive..."

It was a repeat, even though it had been about two weeks since Rio the incident was fresh on everybody’s minds, a bounty like that would be publically broadcasted on it’s own but the trouble at the arena had people from all over the world honing in on it. Anti-Nomad activists using the incident to further their campaigns, conspiracy theorists debating the presence and nature of the robots that attacked the place, a mass of voices crying over each other to make a point about something they never really understood. Voyt hadn’t been altogether pleased they’d essentially broadcasted his bounty for the rest of the world but then he wasn’t exactly their exclusive hitman, their way of reminding him he was a hired gun he supposed.

Voyt stared intently at the footage on screen, the fire raging across the arena as the remnants of that massive machine stood broken in the centre. It bothered him, he understood that, but he had more trouble comprehending why. He didn’t exactly order those robots to attack nor did he even aid them. Pushing the thought from his mind as quickly as it entered the gunslinger took a step outside, the polite farewell from the store clerk barely registering behind him.

Voyt was much more concerned with the metallic abomination blotting out the sky above him.

The clerk rushed out of his store and stood beside the cowboy, whereas Voyt’s typical indifference gave way to a slight frown the clerk’s jovial disposition changed to a mixture of awe and fear, he continued to gaze up at the beast while addressing Voyt, a touch of weariness undercutting his words.

“They never stop, they attack relentlessly and without warning… We have had no luck in stopping them.”

Voyt turned to face the man, he opened his coat slightly, enough to show the clerk the revolvers they concealed. Though unfamiliar with the concept, Voyt spoke with assurance, however vague it might have been.

“If I were you, I’d get outta here while you have the chance. Don’t look back and don’t stop for anyone but the people you care the most about. This, all of this. It’s gonna get a lot worse before it gets better. With the bounty out, there’ll be nomads coming from all over to break apart these things, just wait it out somewhere safe.”

The clerk looked at Voyt hesitantly before gazing once more up at the dragon, now seeming to carry a blot on the side of its wing as its roar pierced the landscape below. He stared back at voyt and gave a slight nod before walking in the opposite direction down the street, slowly breaking out into a jog and then a run.

Unholstering his revolvers, Voyt began walking down the street as several of the village’s denizens fled in terror from the scene. The gunslinger didn’t expect to find his targets among the ones fighting the dragon but perhaps he could find someone to point him in the right direction, besides, he hadn’t done undercover work in some time.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

@bobert778 There was a good chance I'd accidentally get him killed anyhow~

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Spoke to Lavul and he knows already but I'm gonna have to bow out of this rp guys. It's not anything on your end and I've enjoyed talking to everyone here but I'm basically cutting down on most of the commitments I've made here, if anyone wants to pm me some hurtful comments however then do feel free as I kind of deserve them.

Regardless thanks for letting me be apart of this and I hope you guys continue

Who Believes In Fairytales?

I'm still here. I'm just afraid to post to move the story along, since it might mess up some preplanned events.

@Riflebird

I wouldn't worry about that man, if there was something kinda big that I was worried about being knocked off course I'd let people know. As it stands right now I have some ideas in mind for a fair few plot points but I'm open to and eager to see where other characters end up taking them through