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MetaOps - Project: God Complex

So, since we haven't had anyone post for a couple days now, should I assume everyone wants to start up mission 2?

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Or if wounded and wandering around, I guess.

@The Muse of Eru

Was that supposed to be a pun?

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Yes, she spoke back. Keep the conversation going, Ryan. "Oh, uh, just a car accident. Nothing too bad," he said, acting like it wasn't a big deal that he had totaled his car and was even still bleeding. Hope she doesn't ask the cause of the accident. That would be embarrassing. It was then that Ryan noticed the girl eyeing his weapons. "Don't worry about the guns, was just going out on a hunting trip." Ryan couldn't help but think just how clever that statement was. It was true, he was hunting, he just didn't say what.

"Name's Ryan by the way," he said. He then noticed his vision was turning red and his eyes began to feel irritated. Dang, bleeding still hasn't stopped. He wiped the blood from his face and eyes again, then looked up at the girl. "Um, you wouldn't happen to know someone who could get this cleaned up do you?" he asked, pointing to the cut on his head.

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Ryan continued walking towards the Odessa pack's home, still unaware of the inhabitants' true nature. He was still a bit of a way's away, but at least he had a goal: make it to the mansion. Ryan, trying to find something to do to pass the time for the walk, pulled out one of his Berettas and took out the clip. He pulled back the slide a few times, making sure there wasn't anything still in the chamber, then slipped his index finger into the the trigger guard. Ryan then began spinning the handgun on his finger, similar to the way people like Clint Eastwood in those old Western films. A couple times he threw the gun into the air, only to clumsily catch it. This was much easier to do with his dad's old Smith and Wesson. Ryan was so enthralled with the Beretta, that he hadn't noticed just how close he had gotten to his intended destination. He looked up from his handgun to see two people, Ace and William, standing on the porch.

He holstered his weapon, no need to appear threatening to these strangers, and approached the two. Before he said anything, Ryan first began analyzing the pair... if you could call it that. Hmm, the guy seems to be older than the girl. Too old to be her boyfriend, too young to be her dad. Then he looked at Ace. Ooh, she's pretty. Wonder if she's single. Remember what dad said: "be suave." Ryan cleared his throat and greeted Ace and William, "Hi there." You were supposed to be suave, idiot! That wasn't suave! That was... that was... dorky? Whatever, just go with it. "Um, I seem to have been a bit of an accident," he said as he wiped blood from his still-bleeding forehead. "You, uh, wouldn't happen to be able to provide some sort of, uh, assistance could you?" he asked. Stop saying "uh" you big dumb idiot, no girl's going to find your stuttering attractive. He gave an awkward smile in Ace's direction.

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Should come join in the Chatzy room if you can - it's lonely over there :3

@AcaciaMalikov

Chatzy?

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@AcaciaMalikov

Are you trying to torment me?

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Only took me 6 hours, but I finished reading all IC posts. Why? 'Cause I couldn't sleep, that's why. Still can't, unfortunately (damn insomnia).

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"...I like that old time rock 'n' roll. Don't try to take me to a disco. You'll never even get me out on the floor. In ten minutes I'll be late for the door. I like that old time rock 'n' roll," Ryan sang along to the music playing on the radio. He sat in the driver seat of his old, red pick-up, traveling down the icy roads of Colorado. The sound of his phone ringing brought his enjoyment to an end, he knew who it was. Ryan turned the radio's volume down then picked up the phone. "Hey, Dad. How's it goin'?... What? No, I'd never talk on the phone while driving. That's stupid... I don't know when I'm coming back. I just got this new job and... uh-huh... uh-huh... Well that doesn't change... Well I... Can you let me... You know what? I gotta go. Bye, dad." As Ryan put the phone down on the passenger seat, he looked up to see a tiny spider descending on a web from the roof of the car. "Ah, shit! Spider!" he screamed before quickly slouching away from the arachnid, no bigger than a pinhead. He grabbed the map that also sat on the passenger seat and swatted at it, crushing it against the window. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief before looking back at the road, just in time to realize that he was about to drive off of it. Ryan's car broke through the guardrails and flew into the air. "Oh, F-" he started before the car made a graceless landing.

After the passing of several hours, Ryan finally awoke from the wreck. He lifted his head from the wheel, the airbag hadn't gone off, and immediately felt an immense headache. He reached up and touched his forehead and felt something wet. His head was bleeding. Ryan let out a groan as he reached for the handle of the car door, only for the airbag to finally go off late. "Owww." The young man pushed the airbag back and successfully opened the car door. He tried to roll himself out, but was suddenly stopped by his seatbelt. Ryan reached back, unbuckled himself, and fell into the snow. He sat up and took a look at his surroundings, snow covered trees as far as the eye could see. He gave a sigh of disappointment and moved to his truck to gather his things. Ryan checked his inventory: his two handguns, his rifle, and all the ammo he could carry for the three weapons. His wallet was empty of any money, the map seemed to have disappeared, and his phone had died while he was unconscious. How long had I been out? Ryan then began his trek through the woods, seeing as the road was too high to get back to. It was lucky for him that the snow had been there to break the fall, otherwise who knows what would have happened to him.

After a few hours of hopeless walking, Ryan spotted something in the distance. What is that? Sort of looks like a building. Wish I had some binoculars so I could- "The scope!" he shouted as he unslung his rifle from his back. He looked through the scope of the rifle to get a better look at the Odessa pack's home. "Seems like a mansion. Looks like there's some movement going around it. Can't make it out, but it's probably people," he said aloud. What else could it be? He slung the rifle onto his back again and lifted his hand again to feel his still-bleeding forehead. "Hope they're friendly," he said cheerfully as he began his walk to the mansion.

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@Guess Who

Haha. What an adorable hunter. Accepted.

@The Muse of Eru

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Ryan Thompson

Appearance:


Name: Ryan Thompson

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexual preference: Heterosexual

Human or werewolf: Human

Pack member or loner: N/A

Pack name: N/A

Pack position: N/A

Strengths (at least 3):
- Experienced with several firearms
- Fast runner
- Unthreatening appearance

Weaknesses (at least 3):
- Extremely inexperienced with fighting werewolves
- Not very strong
- Extreme arachnophobia

Personality: Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.

History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching Colorado for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one.

Other: He carries a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas.

Theme: Dare To Be Stupid by Weird Al Yankovic