Talking to Cinderella Man about things, his laptop is broken so he can't really post so I might take his character over for a bit, I'll let you know when everything is worked out and toss a post up then, sorry for the delay
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I'll have a post up tomorrow!
Imma just put it out there that anyone can take control of a guest I put into the RP. I just base their personalities off the real people they represent.
Eric Nally
Lead singer of Foxy Shazam
Here's a video of him existing for reference
Eric Nally
Lead singer of Foxy Shazam
Here's a video of him existing for reference
The elevator doors opened, and strutting out was the guest of the day, Derek Nally. Following shortly behind in a much less flashy manner was Russel. "To the right, I don't know if sound check started but... Oh, of course there are 90 people in the booth at the moment. That's totally how you check levels." he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. At least some of them were heading out, it seemed. None of them happened to be the DJ he was looking for, however.
"I like how lively this place is, so much energy, unh!" He loudly grunted and winked at everyone in the room with a swing of his hips and a click from his tongue.
"Uh, ah, YEAH! This is what it's like here at Goldenrod Radio tower. Like this all the time. And you all... uh, can stay and watch as we sound check Mr. Nally, like we usually definitely do." Russel said with a terrible fake calm voice, looking at those that remained in the sound booth. He looked to Gaia in particular with a look of distress and confusion, his buizel simply ignoring everything and trying to get everyone to pet him. "Gaia, get ready, Nally likes to yell so you're going to have to do a bit of adjusting from time to time. Ready Mr. Nally?" the man in the tight suit said, adjusting the microphone to be near, but not too near the mouth of the guest.
"I'm always ready, hot stuff." He said, stroking Russel's chin seductively. Russel just grinned awkwardly.
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"I like how lively this place is, so much energy, unh!" He loudly grunted and winked at everyone in the room with a swing of his hips and a click from his tongue.
"Uh, ah, YEAH! This is what it's like here at Goldenrod Radio tower. Like this all the time. And you all... uh, can stay and watch as we sound check Mr. Nally, like we usually definitely do." Russel said with a terrible fake calm voice, looking at those that remained in the sound booth. He looked to Gaia in particular with a look of distress and confusion, his buizel simply ignoring everything and trying to get everyone to pet him. "Gaia, get ready, Nally likes to yell so you're going to have to do a bit of adjusting from time to time. Ready Mr. Nally?" the man in the tight suit said, adjusting the microphone to be near, but not too near the mouth of the guest.
"I'm always ready, hot stuff." He said, stroking Russel's chin seductively. Russel just grinned awkwardly.
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22 hours later...
"Good thing I'm not expendable. Unlike you I have a purpose in this operation." The man said, sipping from a mug of fake alcohol from a vendor in a fake world that wouldn't even get him fake tipsy. He flipped through the face cards in his inventory over and over, studying each player on them, always pausing on the joker. He looked behind the counter, thinking about robbing the place, but the trouble of dealing with this many NPC's was not worth the few credits he could get from their bodies and the register. He was almost about to get up when all hell broke loose behind him. A hint of smoke passed by both sides of his head, his screen lit up as if he'd been hit from all sides but no damage was done. Well, not to him at least, Lanc3 had been killed, but it was only Lanc3. He hated the guy anyways. Always trying to be a spy even though he was just a meat shield at heart. Poor guy, probably left behind quite a few forum-moderation positions that made him feel like he was doing something with his life.
The Red Death stood up from his chair and turned around, looking for whatever caused the commotion behind him. A man stood in the clearing smoke, a familiar face. A face he had been studying for quite a while. The joker card. Spectre. "Well, if it isn't the joker. I see you're here for business purposes, unless killing Lanc3 was for pleasure. I'd understand, if I was allowed to, I would've taken him out too." The man's right eye flashed red and a red arrow pointed at Spectre with a skull icon above it. [Target Marked].
"I'm assuming this isn't going to be as easy as I want it to be, but I have to kill you now." He said, grabbing his twin revolvers. They felt so natural in his hands, despite never having shot a gun in real life, let alone two at once. And now he was here, one of the most infamous murderers in the world and nobody knew his real name. His family was probably worried that R3v was going to kill him while he was "stuck" in the game. He chuckled. "A shield would be nice." He said, trying to talk to his new partner without letting his eyes off of his target.
The Red Death stood up from his chair and turned around, looking for whatever caused the commotion behind him. A man stood in the clearing smoke, a familiar face. A face he had been studying for quite a while. The joker card. Spectre. "Well, if it isn't the joker. I see you're here for business purposes, unless killing Lanc3 was for pleasure. I'd understand, if I was allowed to, I would've taken him out too." The man's right eye flashed red and a red arrow pointed at Spectre with a skull icon above it. [Target Marked].
"I'm assuming this isn't going to be as easy as I want it to be, but I have to kill you now." He said, grabbing his twin revolvers. They felt so natural in his hands, despite never having shot a gun in real life, let alone two at once. And now he was here, one of the most infamous murderers in the world and nobody knew his real name. His family was probably worried that R3v was going to kill him while he was "stuck" in the game. He chuckled. "A shield would be nice." He said, trying to talk to his new partner without letting his eyes off of his target.
@Thundercrash yo I sent Gaia a text in my post, didn't tag you though so you might have missed it.
I'll get a post up tomorrow!
And the first fake name!
Derek Nally, former lead singer of Vulpy Kazam who was recently featured in Gravelmore's new hit "Downhill"
Not the most hidden name but they're not supposed to be hard to figure out who they are.
Derek Nally, former lead singer of Vulpy Kazam who was recently featured in Gravelmore's new hit "Downhill"
Not the most hidden name but they're not supposed to be hard to figure out who they are.
"We're sorry but the person you are trying to reach is not available. Please leave a mess- beep"
"Oh my god no.. not now." a man in a tightly fit suit said as he lowered his phone from his ear and hung up. He turned to the man standing near him ready to go into the station, Derek Nally, was his name. He's the special guest of the day that was supposed to be getting interviewed by the new DJ in a couple minutes, but said DJ just didn't seem to be here. Or answering his phone. "Sir, I'm sorry I just don't know where Mr. Grey isn't here, so you'll have to just, I don't know wing the whole interview. Usually we'd at least rehearse some questions but since he's not here... Well, you'll do fine, you're you after all, haha." the man giggled waiting for the elevator to open up so they could get to the studio. Mic check should be soon, quickly followed by the show starting.
"Oh it's fine, I work best on the fly, it's always got more pizazz going for it, in my opinion." the tall man with black hair said. He had a suit on as well, his white and gold as opposed to the first man's black suit and tie, but his cut off halfway down his torso, revealing a just-as-white button-up underneath. Everything about him, from the way he talked to the way he dressed and acted was flamboyant and over the top, no doubt he could carry this whole interview even without an interviewer present.
"I'm going to call upstairs and let them know we're here. You should be on the air in about an hour, there should be somewhere you could warm your voice up in." He pulled his phone out once more and typed a few letters into it addressed to 'Gaia' reading "Has mic check started? Guest and I are in elevator heading up, no sign of Grey."
With a push of a button the message sent, and another set the elevator upwards toward the studio. This day could be going better, but hopefully it didn't go any worse.
"Oh my god no.. not now." a man in a tightly fit suit said as he lowered his phone from his ear and hung up. He turned to the man standing near him ready to go into the station, Derek Nally, was his name. He's the special guest of the day that was supposed to be getting interviewed by the new DJ in a couple minutes, but said DJ just didn't seem to be here. Or answering his phone. "Sir, I'm sorry I just don't know where Mr. Grey isn't here, so you'll have to just, I don't know wing the whole interview. Usually we'd at least rehearse some questions but since he's not here... Well, you'll do fine, you're you after all, haha." the man giggled waiting for the elevator to open up so they could get to the studio. Mic check should be soon, quickly followed by the show starting.
"Oh it's fine, I work best on the fly, it's always got more pizazz going for it, in my opinion." the tall man with black hair said. He had a suit on as well, his white and gold as opposed to the first man's black suit and tie, but his cut off halfway down his torso, revealing a just-as-white button-up underneath. Everything about him, from the way he talked to the way he dressed and acted was flamboyant and over the top, no doubt he could carry this whole interview even without an interviewer present.
"I'm going to call upstairs and let them know we're here. You should be on the air in about an hour, there should be somewhere you could warm your voice up in." He pulled his phone out once more and typed a few letters into it addressed to 'Gaia' reading "Has mic check started? Guest and I are in elevator heading up, no sign of Grey."
With a push of a button the message sent, and another set the elevator upwards toward the studio. This day could be going better, but hopefully it didn't go any worse.
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