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Alright,bout to start writing this faction up. Just need a name...@Traps
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Agreed
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8 yrs ago
Your first mistake was mentioning it in the first place. Now someone'll definitely spoil it.
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8 yrs ago
Holy jazz hands batman, I'm still awake!
8 yrs ago
If tomatoes are fruit, is ketchup a smoothie? #TheseAreTheRealQuestionsWeShouldBeAsking
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8 yrs ago
that 'all these people looking at my thread' feeling
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Bio
“My breaths came fast as the mist trailed through my body, strengthening and healing, pulsating and throbbing. I held my hands out with my head to the sky, almost in benediction, as I let it fill me, save me.”
“To err is human, to forgive, divine.”
"And who are you?"
Just another sod on this site, staring at this screen with a dull face. My name? I'll tell you eventually. My age? one of those numbers. I've been roleplaying for about 2 years now, 1 and a Half years spent on the phone app 'Geeking' and just under 6 months on this site. What kind of roleplayer am I? I honestly don't know. Certainly not the advanced novel writers but above the casuls in the free section. High casual? Yeah, that works. I don't know what else to put here, maybe a friend list when I get some. As for now.....
Also, don't trust that Online crap. I'm not at this laptop.
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November 1,2017-Market Square,Market District- 3:32pm
Vito knew Sloth had some kinda lung problem(Vito probably has the shit too),so he can't really move fast. But two hours? "Ya gotta be kiddin me with this..bullshit". Vito reached into his jacket and..take one guess. Go ahead. Another cigarette was produced from it,his last one actually.Eh. Probably get 6 packs for 250 from Sloth,no worries. You know the drill,Zippo,light,smoke. Vito took a long drag of his cig,letting the smoke fill his lungs completely before exhaling. His jaw still hurt from the guy who slugged him earlier,so he constantly feeling around the area."Hit like a freight train". The detective removed his notepad from his pocket and scanned through the pages. He had hoped to get a little bit more information on his cases but..things didn't quite go exactly to plan...
November 1,2017-Market Square,Market District-2:12pm
Vito hated assholes. You know what he hated even more? Assholes with guns. You know what he hated the most though? Assholes with gun that were pointed at him. Such was the case right now. Mind you,Vito is a 'nicer' man when dealing with the locals. Tries not to swear as much,hell,sometimes he won't even smoke around em. Maybe this guy just didn't like him or maybe this was a bad day for him. But anyways,Gun,Vito,Asshole,here's what happened.
November 1,2017-Market Square,Market District-2:10pm
Vito was walkin through the market stalls,smoking and looking for anyone with relevant information. Eventually,he came across a certain..fuck it no sugar coatin, the dude was a fuckin poison dealer. A quick check of notepad and then he walked over."Welcome detec-". Vito raised his hand and stopped the man mid-sentence."Save it. I need to know if you sold any lethal poison to anyone today and I'll need a description of em" Then something very important clicked in Vito's head. This guy was about to say 'detective'. Vito had the same ordinary suit of about half the guys here,so there ain't no way he just made the assumption. This guy was tipped off."Who tipped you off asshole?". Now seeing that his acting failed,the man produced a gun from his waistband."Customer paid a lot of money to keep this under the table so..time to die"
November 1,2017-Market Square,Market District-2:12pm
Dumb fuck didn't even see Vito's weapon drawn.Blam!. Footshot this time. The man howled in pain,which let Vito grab the piece he had. Dude recovered quicker than he wouldve thought. Vito got slugged. Hard. The world was spinning slightly and his vision was fading inbetween normal and black. After a few moments he regained some of his composure and turned to the man.
Blam!
Blam!
Blam!
Blam!
Click
Click
Full of holes but still somehow alive. Vito crouched down and spoke,his voice barely above a whisper."Listen here dickwad,you've got about 1 minute before your sorry excuse for a life is gone. Make it count". The man wheezed and coughed up a little blood."F-Fine". He sputtered and gave Vito Ronan's general appearance. "Thanks". Vito brought the man's gun to his temple and fired.Blam!. His blood and brain matter were sprayed across the concrete. No way Vito was just gonna let him expire. Dumb fuck need to be taught a lesson.
November 1,2017-Market Square,Market District- 3:32pm
Vito was still tryin to get his jaw to relax. Even from here he could see the aftermath of what happened earlier. No one bothered to clean it up.*buzz**buzz*. It was his pager,and something from Sloth.30mins."alright Sloth. I can wait". Vito sat on the bench,his gun still drawn.
Vito knew Sloth had some kinda lung problem(Vito probably has the shit too),so he can't really move fast. But two hours? "Ya gotta be kiddin me with this..bullshit". Vito reached into his jacket and..take one guess. Go ahead. Another cigarette was produced from it,his last one actually.Eh. Probably get 6 packs for 250 from Sloth,no worries. You know the drill,Zippo,light,smoke. Vito took a long drag of his cig,letting the smoke fill his lungs completely before exhaling. His jaw still hurt from the guy who slugged him earlier,so he constantly feeling around the area."Hit like a freight train". The detective removed his notepad from his pocket and scanned through the pages. He had hoped to get a little bit more information on his cases but..things didn't quite go exactly to plan...
November 1,2017-Market Square,Market District-2:12pm
Vito hated assholes. You know what he hated even more? Assholes with guns. You know what he hated the most though? Assholes with gun that were pointed at him. Such was the case right now. Mind you,Vito is a 'nicer' man when dealing with the locals. Tries not to swear as much,hell,sometimes he won't even smoke around em. Maybe this guy just didn't like him or maybe this was a bad day for him. But anyways,Gun,Vito,Asshole,here's what happened.
November 1,2017-Market Square,Market District-2:10pm
Vito was walkin through the market stalls,smoking and looking for anyone with relevant information. Eventually,he came across a certain..fuck it no sugar coatin, the dude was a fuckin poison dealer. A quick check of notepad and then he walked over."Welcome detec-". Vito raised his hand and stopped the man mid-sentence."Save it. I need to know if you sold any lethal poison to anyone today and I'll need a description of em" Then something very important clicked in Vito's head. This guy was about to say 'detective'. Vito had the same ordinary suit of about half the guys here,so there ain't no way he just made the assumption. This guy was tipped off."Who tipped you off asshole?". Now seeing that his acting failed,the man produced a gun from his waistband."Customer paid a lot of money to keep this under the table so..time to die"
November 1,2017-Market Square,Market District-2:12pm
Dumb fuck didn't even see Vito's weapon drawn.Blam!. Footshot this time. The man howled in pain,which let Vito grab the piece he had. Dude recovered quicker than he wouldve thought. Vito got slugged. Hard. The world was spinning slightly and his vision was fading inbetween normal and black. After a few moments he regained some of his composure and turned to the man.
Blam!
Blam!
Blam!
Blam!
Click
Click
Full of holes but still somehow alive. Vito crouched down and spoke,his voice barely above a whisper."Listen here dickwad,you've got about 1 minute before your sorry excuse for a life is gone. Make it count". The man wheezed and coughed up a little blood."F-Fine". He sputtered and gave Vito Ronan's general appearance. "Thanks". Vito brought the man's gun to his temple and fired.Blam!. His blood and brain matter were sprayed across the concrete. No way Vito was just gonna let him expire. Dumb fuck need to be taught a lesson.
November 1,2017-Market Square,Market District- 3:32pm
Vito was still tryin to get his jaw to relax. Even from here he could see the aftermath of what happened earlier. No one bothered to clean it up.*buzz**buzz*. It was his pager,and something from Sloth.30mins."alright Sloth. I can wait". Vito sat on the bench,his gun still drawn.
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@ReusableSword I seeeeee you.
As if this RP wasn't filled with enough lore to uncover. Maybe our (mostly) clean detective isn't so clean after all?
As if this RP wasn't filled with enough lore to uncover. Maybe our (mostly) clean detective isn't so clean after all?
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My informant.....@tigersloth
Will do..should I add it to my CS or develop somthing within the Rp@Traps
Edit: 91 in 5 days
even further edit: Currently 1am here so i'll probably get one more post in and call it a night/day
Will do..should I add it to my CS or develop somthing within the Rp@Traps
Edit: 91 in 5 days
even further edit: Currently 1am here so i'll probably get one more post in and call it a night/day
Guess ill call my stuff the Kaine Chronicles{And no,not the Rick Riordan book series}
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So Survival Horror meets Post-Apocalyptic meets Detectives meets Assassins meets L.A Noire? Alright.
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This must be a pretty good self-declared group if they got squad cars and uniforms,and ya know,academies.
{just a little P.S down here, really appreciate this concept of yours. Feels like i'm play L.A Noire or something. Keep doing what you're doing}
@Traps
{just a little P.S down here, really appreciate this concept of yours. Feels like i'm play L.A Noire or something. Keep doing what you're doing}
@Traps
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Undisclosed Empire Base-Time:22:34 Date:Classified
The base commander moved with haste to the control room,where a unit was supposedly activated without his approval. Upon arrival to the room he was met with chaos, scribes were frantically trying to get in contact with the main imperial force but all to no avail. The base commander took one deep breath and then spoke,his voice raised high in volume,almost like a yell,baritone in nature."Quiet!". Papers were put down, calls were dropped. All eyes were now on the commander."Give me a situation report. Now.". A brief moment of silence. Then a scribe stepped forward. Judging by his nametag,which hung high on the right side of his uniform his name was Ripley."S-Sir, a unknown unit has been activated without approval. Current efforts to contact the main imperial force have failed". The commander turned towards the main technical advisor,his face stern and colder than ice. "Does this unit have a number?". His voice now leveled,monotone in nature."Umm". The advisor looked down to his monitor and typed in a few things."Unit KS-91124,it says here that it prefers to go by Kaine". The last bit was irrelevent to the commander. He simply need to know its name."Right then,get the unit prepared and sent to..wherever it is needed.""But sir..". The commander snapped back."Did I stutter? Get the unit prepared and deployed where he is supposed to be". The adviser jumped back and ordered several scribes to get the unit outfitted.The empire never just activates one unit at a time..what the hell is going on here?. The adviser looked down at his monitor once again. The mission status had just been updated.Hazard squad
There was smoke,thicker than syrup and blacker than night. Damn rebels,always trying there best to use stealth. Kaine held his blaster high and waited. A hour. Two hours. Three. Yet he still waited. He knew the rebels were out there. Then a part in the smoke. A young soldier,barely old enough to join emerged. He scanned his surrounding but didn't see Kaine. Kaine had a shot,all he had to do was take it. His finger gripped the trigger hard and-. Kaine woke with a start,broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't see anything,the cryo-stasis pod blocked out all light. Then,the sound of gears turning and compressed air being let loose. His pod was opening. The large door swung open and revealed Kaine to the light,the ever so burning light. He averted his eyes till they adjusted to the incandesance. Waiting in the door frame were several scribes,each carrying a section of his armor. They dropped it infront of him and went on their way.I wasn't due back for another year. Why am I on a mission?. He arose to his feet and slipped into the stormtrooper armored pants. All white,just like everything the Empire made. It felt good to be back in the armor again,but his question still lingered in his mind. Kaine slipped on the chestpiece,which apart from having a small black dot on the back plate was indentical to the normal uniform.He took the all white helmet and slipped in onto his head. He was back in action.
Barely three steps out the door and he was greeted by the base commander,with several scribes behind him. Kaine gave a sharp salute and awaited whatever speech he had planned."At ease unit. Your mission is simple, you will board a dropship that will take you to a undisclosed base,where you will be assigned to Hazard Squad. Understood?". There was a moment of silence,then Kaine spoke."Yes sir". A wicked smile creeped onto the commander's face and with a flick of his hand,the scribes went into action. One handed him his E-11 blaster,while the others motioned him outside the base. The wind was bitter and chilling,snow was pilled up in mounds. The dropship's bay doors were open,the inside glowing with a faded red light. Kaine entered and waited for any other unit's that would be joining him. But no one else came. The bay doors closed,leaving Kaine in the pitch black darkness. He felt the ship lift off the ground and began to fly.
Undisclosed Empire base. Time:Unknown. Date:Classified.
The dropship landed on the aircraft pad,opening the bay doors as it made its decent. Kaine turned and exited the dropship,his blaster hanging low by his side. He made his way into the base and looked around. Same exact layout of the first place he was at,the only addition was the troop barracks. His number flashed it bright green above a door,indicating that was his room. Kaine made his way down the hall and into the room,ignoring whoever he passed or spoke to him. He shut the door behind him and sat down in the furthest left corner. Isolation was his specialty.
A hour
Then two
Then a explosion erupted from somewhere in the base. They were under attack. Kaine primed his blaster and walked over to the door window. A rebel soldier,scanning the hallway with his blaster. Right in front of his door. A firm kick busted the door open,catching the soldier off guard. Kaine ran him into the wall,and held his blaster to the rebel's temple. He looked at Kaine with pale blue eyes,filled with tears. Seconds passed in complete silence. Then those eyes filled with hope,maybe Kaine would let him go?. Wrong. The white walls got a new coat of red that day. After the messy business,Kaine moved through they halls,quickly but pragmatically. He was supposed to be with Hazard Squad,so he set out to find them.
The base commander moved with haste to the control room,where a unit was supposedly activated without his approval. Upon arrival to the room he was met with chaos, scribes were frantically trying to get in contact with the main imperial force but all to no avail. The base commander took one deep breath and then spoke,his voice raised high in volume,almost like a yell,baritone in nature."Quiet!". Papers were put down, calls were dropped. All eyes were now on the commander."Give me a situation report. Now.". A brief moment of silence. Then a scribe stepped forward. Judging by his nametag,which hung high on the right side of his uniform his name was Ripley."S-Sir, a unknown unit has been activated without approval. Current efforts to contact the main imperial force have failed". The commander turned towards the main technical advisor,his face stern and colder than ice. "Does this unit have a number?". His voice now leveled,monotone in nature."Umm". The advisor looked down to his monitor and typed in a few things."Unit KS-91124,it says here that it prefers to go by Kaine". The last bit was irrelevent to the commander. He simply need to know its name."Right then,get the unit prepared and sent to..wherever it is needed.""But sir..". The commander snapped back."Did I stutter? Get the unit prepared and deployed where he is supposed to be". The adviser jumped back and ordered several scribes to get the unit outfitted.The empire never just activates one unit at a time..what the hell is going on here?. The adviser looked down at his monitor once again. The mission status had just been updated.Hazard squad
Kaine
There was smoke,thicker than syrup and blacker than night. Damn rebels,always trying there best to use stealth. Kaine held his blaster high and waited. A hour. Two hours. Three. Yet he still waited. He knew the rebels were out there. Then a part in the smoke. A young soldier,barely old enough to join emerged. He scanned his surrounding but didn't see Kaine. Kaine had a shot,all he had to do was take it. His finger gripped the trigger hard and-. Kaine woke with a start,broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't see anything,the cryo-stasis pod blocked out all light. Then,the sound of gears turning and compressed air being let loose. His pod was opening. The large door swung open and revealed Kaine to the light,the ever so burning light. He averted his eyes till they adjusted to the incandesance. Waiting in the door frame were several scribes,each carrying a section of his armor. They dropped it infront of him and went on their way.I wasn't due back for another year. Why am I on a mission?. He arose to his feet and slipped into the stormtrooper armored pants. All white,just like everything the Empire made. It felt good to be back in the armor again,but his question still lingered in his mind. Kaine slipped on the chestpiece,which apart from having a small black dot on the back plate was indentical to the normal uniform.He took the all white helmet and slipped in onto his head. He was back in action.
Barely three steps out the door and he was greeted by the base commander,with several scribes behind him. Kaine gave a sharp salute and awaited whatever speech he had planned."At ease unit. Your mission is simple, you will board a dropship that will take you to a undisclosed base,where you will be assigned to Hazard Squad. Understood?". There was a moment of silence,then Kaine spoke."Yes sir". A wicked smile creeped onto the commander's face and with a flick of his hand,the scribes went into action. One handed him his E-11 blaster,while the others motioned him outside the base. The wind was bitter and chilling,snow was pilled up in mounds. The dropship's bay doors were open,the inside glowing with a faded red light. Kaine entered and waited for any other unit's that would be joining him. But no one else came. The bay doors closed,leaving Kaine in the pitch black darkness. He felt the ship lift off the ground and began to fly.
Undisclosed Empire base. Time:Unknown. Date:Classified.
The dropship landed on the aircraft pad,opening the bay doors as it made its decent. Kaine turned and exited the dropship,his blaster hanging low by his side. He made his way into the base and looked around. Same exact layout of the first place he was at,the only addition was the troop barracks. His number flashed it bright green above a door,indicating that was his room. Kaine made his way down the hall and into the room,ignoring whoever he passed or spoke to him. He shut the door behind him and sat down in the furthest left corner. Isolation was his specialty.
A hour
Then two
Then a explosion erupted from somewhere in the base. They were under attack. Kaine primed his blaster and walked over to the door window. A rebel soldier,scanning the hallway with his blaster. Right in front of his door. A firm kick busted the door open,catching the soldier off guard. Kaine ran him into the wall,and held his blaster to the rebel's temple. He looked at Kaine with pale blue eyes,filled with tears. Seconds passed in complete silence. Then those eyes filled with hope,maybe Kaine would let him go?. Wrong. The white walls got a new coat of red that day. After the messy business,Kaine moved through they halls,quickly but pragmatically. He was supposed to be with Hazard Squad,so he set out to find them.
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