Inuyasha

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

Wei took a long drag from a cigarette. It was odd, Wei never smoked. He found it distasteful, and thought that cigarettes tasted like tar. Yet, when he was in the drug store across the street buying aspirin, he saw that intense, bright red label of the Marlboro, and something whispered to him, "Take it." And in an inexplicable urge of impulsion, Wei snagged a pack and stuffed into his leather jacket's breast pocket when the cashier turned his back. He smiled and nodded towards the cashier, paying for his pack of aspirin and dropping whatever medley of leftover coins he had into the jar labeled "TIPS" in thick black sharpie block letters. The coins plunked into the jar with a satisfying clunk, and Wei was off onto his merry way. Wei found comedy in the irony of the fact that he had left the drug store clerk a tip whilst simultaneously shoplifting a pack of cigarettes. So here he was, sitting in a shifty and inky alleyway across the street taking a long huff of something he had always found unpleasant his entire being. His face soured as the taste of the cigarette set in; it was just how he remembered. It tasted of singed rubber and grime, filth, and disease. He spit the cigarette onto the ground, stamping it out with his foot. His stomp had a little extra oomph to it, just for good measure, almost as if he was showing his extreme disdain for the poor cigarette. "What a fuckin waste." he muttered to himself, as he flung the pack of cigarettes onto the dirty ground.

Wei stepped onto the main streetway. The avenue was a couple blocks away from the main parade and he could hear the erupting of the surging parade from here. Wei scanned the street for any point of interest, anything to do on this long, hot and sticky day. "Fuck it," he thought to himself, as he decided he would go check out the festivities. After all he lived in this damn city, shouldn't he at least see the fabled festival? And besides, he'd heard a myriad tales of people getting serious action on a day like this. Wei didn't expect much to come from this, but hell, it couldn't hurt.
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Wei arrived on the main avenue, where a large crowd was amassing. Alcohol was flowing and the sharp smell of it attacked his senses. Drunk people danced around the street whilst what seemed like a small army of NEST crawled over the place. "Like flies on shit," he thought to himself, with incredible contempt and scorn for the organization that was so present in America compared to Japan. He hated the way that metahumans cataloged and forcefully recorded by NEST -- something Wei did not appreciate. As he walked down the sidewalk amidst the throngs of people, a NEST agent shot daggers at him, intensely staring at him with furious blue eyes. Wei glared back, his hard attitude and pride requiring him to do so, almost as if to say "I'm not scared of you." About 200 paces further along the road, he stopped in front of a cheery little hot dog stand. He was sweating like a stuck pig, and thirsty as all holy hell. He waited for the employee to finish his conversation on his phone, and once he was done, pulled out a dollar bill. "One water," he said curtly with a slight accent.

_@RedDusk

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

I am extending an invitation to anyone who wants to collab with me on an intro post, in case there's anyone who's character isn't doing much of anything, just send me a PM and we can collab on a post :)

@FamishedPants Our powers are not the same. They may be the same school of thought, however, they are not the same power. Yours is traveling through walls essentially (traveling through things which are touching eachother), mine is basically portals which travel anywhere on the spatial plane (judging by power level) or even if someone was super powerful (although Wei is not) travel through dimensions. And that is not discussing pocket dimensions. I think of it as yours as walking through objects which touch eachother while mine is the manipulation of the dimensional plane as a whole. Hopefully I explained it a little better. :)

EDIT: IC post is up, Im currently just chillin at the hot dog stand

Wanderlust (High Casual)

My post is very open ended, in case anyone wants to engage in convo with Uring

Wanderlust (High Casual)

As a man of science, the ulterior motives behind all the participants of the caravan deeply intrigued Urs. The desire to escape seemed to be the most prominent one he saw among the group, but still, mystery and intrigue surrounded every member's motives. Then again, now that the trek had begun, Urs wasn't so sure he knew why he had let his thirst for discovery get the better of him. Urs had no deathwish and no desire to lose all he had strived for in his life, and the seeds of regret began planting themselves into his conscience. His quest to discover what no man had discovered before seemed obtuse and trivial now, and his apparent impending demise was quite a bitter pill to take. For Urs, parallels could be drawn to stagefright; all is well beforehand, but once you're actually out there you begin to choke up. "Shut up." he murmured to himself, attempting to calm the discord and clout that was sprouting in his head. A moody scowl was beginning to be displayed on his facial features as he grew more and more in contempt for his foolish and suicidal decision. Just a day before, his heart had been filled with excitement at the prospect of his possible role in the advancement of science, but now, trudging along the sandy dunes, he began to see the err in his ways.

Urs was not a man of religion, he was too devoted to his field of work. He found that if there was a higher and divine power in the upper room, then how could such a being leave them to the wolves; or in this case, the Pack. But, if Urs was wrong, he sure as hell hoped he was in this very moment. Realizing that there was nothing he could do now, with the fading mirage of the Oasis slowly bleeding away to the crimson horizon line. Sands sifted lazily over Urs' feet as he was alone with his thoughts.

Conversation rolled over the extensive caravan, and Urs found himself at the middle of the caravan walking a brisk pace, yet to indulge in conversation with any traveler. He gazed the horizon worriedly, looking for any sign of the Pack. They were a large group, they would not go unnoticed for long.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@Rune_AlchemistThey both might be a bit preoccupied.

I foresee him getting punched in the face, twice.

@Snagglepuss89

Dont worry I won't do anything that isn't chemically possible for the time period

Never mind.

<Snipped quote by ClocktowerEchos>

Yeah, I do all kinds of stuff, including art commissions, but I should have been doing it for free.

One of my cats is sick so I was trying to earn a little extra money on the side to help with Medical bills. I'm kinda already 1000 dollars in the hole already.

But it was a stupid idea, I'll admit, I just wanted to get the money to help her as fast as I could.
I've already lost one cat to feline leukemia so if that's what she has I need to have enough money to pay for treatments.

Anyways sorry, you made some excellent points that I should have taken into account. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, they are much appreciated.

Have a wonderful day.

@Princess Kitty

Oh cry me a river. Your fake pity trip and attempt to make us look like villains isn't working friendo.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Urs Uring

Name: Urs Uring

Color: Light Green

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Description: Urs has shaggy and sandy brown hair with thick eyebrows in width, although they are not necessarily bushy. Parts of his right eyebrow are covered by small tufts of hair which protrude from his shaggy forest which is his hairline. His eyes are a crisp and burning blue, which are fabled for their oft directed daggers, always sent someone by way of someone who is annoying with furious blue passion. Urs' jaw line is defined and sharply chiseled, with high sculpted cheek bones that highlight his cheeks. His teeth are blindingly bright, and when he smiles you can just swear you hear a "Ding!" almost straight out of a cartoon. Plasted accross his facial features is a trademark grin, his teeth glinting, or perhaps when he is feeling stubborn and moodier, a dirty scowl. Moving down his face, his collar bone is accentuated and very visible. Burns and leathery patches from chemical fires or backfiring experiments spot his body. Standing at five feet and ten inches, his body is not muscular perse, but he has a slightly above average build. For present world perspective; he is akin to being able to bench press 145 lbs (slightly above the untrained average of 135).

As far as attire goes, Urs can be seen, when working on chemical productions or traveling, a large and enveloping trench coat which doubles as a cape of sorts, an andonized navy vest under, brown fabric pants, thick leather gloves with adjustable buckles, and leather boots with dried dirt and soot carpeting them. Strapped to his head rests a primitive gas mask capable of filtering out most dangerous gasses and concoctions. Carefully placed atop his head is a wide brimmed classic Fedora, sewn of a rusty colored thread. At his waistline is a an animal-hide belt with various items strapped aboard.

Occupation: Oasis Resident Alchemist / Scientist

Personality/Bio: Urs decided to foray into the field of alchemy not because he had incredible interest in it at first, but rather a lack thereof in other professions. Without a promising future in any other trades, Urs was left a journeyman of many professions for the earlier years of his life. Perhaps by chance, or by fate, whichever you believe in, Urs was given the oppurtunity for apprenticeship at an alchemy shop through a friend of the family. Looking back, Urs always finds comedy in the irony that led to such a fruitful and invariably successful career for him. Much to his surprise, Urs found much appeal and fascination with alchemy, one that would consume him for the rest of his being. Years of extensive research and bestowed knowledge from his old and veteran master, who has since long passed away, have shaped Urs into a master chemist and alchemist. Urs would absorb what little literature the Oasis had on the subject, spending hours at a time invested in research documents written prior to his birth. Long nights would be spent toiling in the Alchemy shop's Labratory, which was furnished with the best equipment that the Oasis had to offer. Urs would be enthralled in the subject, incessantly trying explore new investigations and trials into the chemical properties of his experiments. This hunger and thirst for knowledge would grow to define him as his life went forward. Eventually, at the benefit of his master's passing, Urs was given the keys to the kingdom, and carried on the lineage set before him by inheriting one of the most prominent alchemy shops and research centers in the Oasis.

Urs unearthed many things previously unknown to the field of alchemy in the oasis, and a myriad of possible chemical compounds were uncovered. Urs spent much time hired by nobility and royalty to attempt to find ways to transmute metals and coppers into the elusive and fabled gold ore. Even if all his attempts were unsuccessful, his reputation as an intelligent and sharp-witted scientist and alchemist was growing. Many say that it was Urs' drive for success and his yearning for discovery and knowledge that engendered Urs to become one of the prime alchemists in the field and be considered one of the smartest minds in the Oasis. It was, perhaps, that same drive and desire that led to his volunteering for this hopeless "fool's errand." His desire to discover more, to learn of the deep unknown that extended for as far the eye could see in the desert, was what drove him to volunteer. He has hopes to discover possibly more elements or different vegetation which he may be able to bring back to revolutionize the scientific scene in the Oasis as he had done so many times before with his discoveries. It is on these hopes that he pins his journey.

Possessions: Urs carries an iron dagger strapped to his animal-hide belt at his waist. Although iron and other metals are very rare in the Oasis, Urs' high status as a prominent scientist and alchemist has allowed him access to those types of resources more than once. Although he is not especially adept with the blade, it is there should he ever need cause to use it. Urs also has a myriad vials, a small collection if you will, also fastened to his belt, all of them serving different purposes. He has vials that contain ointments to be applied to be burns or others that disinfect open wounds. Other glass vials can be thrown (parallels are drawn here to modern day grenades) which once the glass is broken and pressure is released various hazardous effects can occur. These effects include things like the effect of a molotov cocktail, poisonous gasses, small explosion on impact, and other chemical defects. And as previously mentioned, Urs carries a basic gas mask capable of filtering out most harmful compounds. As well as this, he carries a collection of elemental and chemical compounds for testing while out in the oasis. Lastly, he carries with him a pair of goggles to keep harmful chemical gasses out of his eyes.

Sleep Paralysis?

That sounds scary as all holy hell dude. I've never expirienced it but if I did I'd probably shit my fuckin pants. Mad respect for how scary that must be

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Name: Urs Uring

Color: Light Green

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Description: Urs has shaggy and sandy brown hair with thick eyebrows in width, although they are not necessarily bushy. Parts of his right eyebrow are covered by small tufts of hair which protrude from his shaggy forest which is his hairline. His eyes are a crisp and burning blue, which are fabled for their oft directed daggers, always sent someone by way of someone who is annoying with furious blue passion. Urs' jaw line is defined and sharply chiseled, with high sculpted cheek bones that highlight his cheeks. His teeth are blindingly bright, and when he smiles you can just swear you hear a "Ding!" almost straight out of a cartoon. Plasted accross his facial features is a trademark grin, his teeth glinting, or perhaps when he is feeling stubborn and moodier, a dirty scowl. Moving down his face, his collar bone is accentuated and very visible. Burns and leathery patches from chemical fires or backfiring experiments spot his body. Standing at five feet and ten inches, his body is not muscular perse, but he has a slightly above average build. For present world perspective; he is akin to being able to bench press 145 lbs (slightly above the untrained average of 135).

As far as attire goes, Urs can be seen, when working on chemical productions or traveling, a large and enveloping trench coat which doubles as a cape of sorts, an andonized navy vest under, brown fabric pants, thick leather gloves with adjustable buckles, and leather boots with dried dirt and soot carpeting them. Strapped to his head rests a primitive gas mask capable of filtering out most dangerous gasses and concoctions. Carefully placed atop his head is a wide brimmed classic Fedora, sewn of a rusty colored thread. At his waistline is a an animal-hide belt with various items strapped aboard.

Occupation: Oasis Resident Alchemist / Scientist

Personality/Bio: Urs decided to foray into the field of alchemy not because he had incredible interest in it at first, but rather a lack thereof in other professions. Without a promising future in any other trades, Urs was left a journeyman of many professions for the earlier years of his life. Perhaps by chance, or by fate, whichever you believe in, Urs was given the oppurtunity for apprenticeship at an alchemy shop through a friend of the family. Looking back, Urs always finds comedy in the irony that led to such a fruitful and invariably successful career for him. Much to his surprise, Urs found much appeal and fascination with alchemy, one that would consume him for the rest of his being. Years of extensive research and bestowed knowledge from his old and veteran master, who has since long passed away, have shaped Urs into a master chemist and alchemist. Urs would absorb what little literature the Oasis had on the subject, spending hours at a time invested in research documents written prior to his birth. Long nights would be spent toiling in the Alchemy shop's Labratory, which was furnished with the best equipment that the Oasis had to offer. Urs would be enthralled in the subject, incessantly trying explore new investigations and trials into the chemical properties of his experiments. This hunger and thirst for knowledge would grow to define him as his life went forward. Eventually, at the benefit of his master's passing, Urs was given the keys to the kingdom, and carried on the lineage set before him by inheriting one of the most prominent alchemy shops and research centers in the Oasis.

Urs unearthed many things previously unknown to the field of alchemy in the oasis, and a myriad of possible chemical compounds were uncovered. Urs spent much time hired by nobility and royalty to attempt to find ways to transmute metals and coppers into the elusive and fabled gold ore. Even if all his attempts were unsuccessful, his reputation as an intelligent and sharp-witted scientist and alchemist was growing. Many say that it was Urs' drive for success and his yearning for discovery and knowledge that engendered Urs to become one of the prime alchemists in the field and be considered one of the smartest minds in the Oasis. It was, perhaps, that same drive and desire that led to his volunteering for this hopeless "fool's errand." His desire to discover more, to learn of the deep unknown that extended for as far the eye could see in the desert, was what drove him to volunteer. He has hopes to discover possibly more elements or different vegetation which he may be able to bring back to revolutionize the scientific scene in the Oasis as he had done so many times before with his discoveries. It is on these hopes that he pins his journey.

Possessions: Urs carries an iron dagger strapped to his animal-hide belt at his waist. Although iron and other metals are very rare in the Oasis, Urs' high status as a prominent scientist and alchemist has allowed him access to those types of resources more than once. Although he is not especially adept with the blade, it is there should he ever need cause to use it. Urs also has a myriad vials, a small collection if you will, also fastened to his belt, all of them serving different purposes. He has vials that contain ointments to be applied to be burns or others that disinfect open wounds. Other glass vials can be thrown (parallels are drawn here to modern day grenades) which once the glass is broken and pressure is released various hazardous effects can occur. These effects include things like the effect of a molotov cocktail, poisonous gasses, small explosion on impact, and other chemical defects. And as previously mentioned, Urs carries a basic gas mask capable of filtering out most harmful compounds. As well as this, he carries a collection of elemental and chemical compounds for testing while out in the oasis. Lastly, he carries with him a pair of goggles to keep harmful chemical gasses out of his eyes.

@Snagglepuss89

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Ive made major progress on my CS, expect it to be up by today