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I'll have a post up soon (unless you wanted to get a post in, Inertia).
I'll have a post up soon (unless you wanted to get a post in, Inertia).
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Julius blinked, surprised that his words had been misunderstood. Then he realised he had, as often happened, allowed his mind to drift along several theoretical pathways without updating those around him on his train on thought leaving his current thoughts well separated from those of his companions.
"I didn't meant to head back to the beach. There's no flotsam of any kind and we were the only signs of those transported through so I doubt that any portal will open there again. It was very specific in selecting just us three; I don't believe we were the closest ones to each other so it's not like this transportation just sucked up most of Times Square. Therefore it's not a natural phenomenon, probably intelligently made so getting back will mean finding the cause of the portal or whatever we wish to call it. Of course, surviving comes first." He added the last bit on hastily, not wanting the two to think he was merely some scientist with no common sense at all. He turned to Sophia.
"Like you said, we might not be able to get back and we should accept that as a possibility but not as the reality. Right now we should not take anything for what it seems; be suspicious of everything around us and not try and transplant our understanding of Earth's mechanisms onto this place's. I think that will increase our chances of survival as well as giving us clues to what happened we might otherwise have missed." He looked up the mountain, swallowing slightly at the steepness of it and the obvious lack of clear tracks, either man-made or even any visible animal tracks. It had been a while since he had been hiking and he feared his fitness levels had dropped considerably from being trapped inside library for so often.
"I think we should find some shelter regardless. You're right about the day/night cycle not necessarily being the same as Earth's but it could also be worse than that... some planets have day/night cycles centuries long. In fact Earth is unusual in its cycle because of the high speed it spins on its axis. Either way, we need to rest for a bit and putting a natural sleep cycle in place for ourselves couldn't hurt." He paused, glancing back up the mountain and at the strange trees and the sky.
"So... I agree. We should go until we find a good place to rest."
"I didn't meant to head back to the beach. There's no flotsam of any kind and we were the only signs of those transported through so I doubt that any portal will open there again. It was very specific in selecting just us three; I don't believe we were the closest ones to each other so it's not like this transportation just sucked up most of Times Square. Therefore it's not a natural phenomenon, probably intelligently made so getting back will mean finding the cause of the portal or whatever we wish to call it. Of course, surviving comes first." He added the last bit on hastily, not wanting the two to think he was merely some scientist with no common sense at all. He turned to Sophia.
"Like you said, we might not be able to get back and we should accept that as a possibility but not as the reality. Right now we should not take anything for what it seems; be suspicious of everything around us and not try and transplant our understanding of Earth's mechanisms onto this place's. I think that will increase our chances of survival as well as giving us clues to what happened we might otherwise have missed." He looked up the mountain, swallowing slightly at the steepness of it and the obvious lack of clear tracks, either man-made or even any visible animal tracks. It had been a while since he had been hiking and he feared his fitness levels had dropped considerably from being trapped inside library for so often.
"I think we should find some shelter regardless. You're right about the day/night cycle not necessarily being the same as Earth's but it could also be worse than that... some planets have day/night cycles centuries long. In fact Earth is unusual in its cycle because of the high speed it spins on its axis. Either way, we need to rest for a bit and putting a natural sleep cycle in place for ourselves couldn't hurt." He paused, glancing back up the mountain and at the strange trees and the sky.
"So... I agree. We should go until we find a good place to rest."
Yeah I don't mind minor character controlling as long as it's for a reason (i.e. plot development/skipping unnecessary filler posts).
Heh, I'm 21 and British, specifically English although I've somewhat adopted Welsh as my nationality as I spent a while in Wales.
Heh, I'm 21 and British, specifically English although I've somewhat adopted Welsh as my nationality as I spent a while in Wales.
"Looks like more 'Super Villains' than ever before." Alexis mumbled past the half of croissant she had in her mouth, the pointed end comically jiggling up and down as her lips tried to form words despite the obstacle. She tilted her head back and opened her jaw a little, the food falling into her mouth where she quickly consumed it before washing it down with a sip from her mug, milky tea inside.
Opposite her was one of her old friend from the bank she had been working at before taking on the job as a NAIL agent. The lady was the same age as Alexis, possibly why they had bonded quickly, and saw her current job as a cashier as the first step to greater things. Already she was managing the cashier staff on a semi-official basis and often attempted, half-heartedly, to bring Alexis back into the fold.
"Yeah, none of them will come near our bank though. Although if they did we don't have any agents to protect us." Gwen said with a suggesting smile over the rim of her coffee mug, her accent placing her from Brooklyn was very much a contrast to Alexis' British tones. The NAIL agent rolled her eyes with a badly concealed smile at the obvious meaning,
"I told you, I'm not good at close quarters. Besides, I doubt the management will let me keep a gun in my till. I'm better off out and about with this." She patted the briefcase next to her, a disassembled rifle inside. Her friend glanced at the case in a distrusting kind of way; she didn't approve of Alexis' new job and believed that carrying around a weapon would actually make her more vulnerable rather than better able to defend herself.
Interrupting their conversation, Alexis' phone rang. Not her personal one; the work one. She flicked open the old, sturdy phone and listened to the caller's instructions before wolfing down the remainder of her continental breakfast and downed the tea.
"I'll catch you later, Gwen." With a friendly kiss on the cheek she was gone, the tails of her overcoat splayed out behind her as she pelted away. She knew where the bank that was being robbed was but she had no intention of running in haplessly. She wasn't a front line fighter; she was a patient hunter. Instead, Alexis headed for a nearby hotel and flashed her badge at the receptionist; they knew better than to ask questions.
The lift got her to the top floor quickly enough and the door to the rooftop was unlocked; presumably to let the rich clients out into a private space to smoke safely. Thankfully no one was there so she could set up in peace, her rifle quickly taking shape. Fully loaded she found a place with a good view of the bank's front door and the alleyways leaving off of it. The recent multitude of villains apparently had a relatively low intelligence, getting overconfident without the 'heroes' around to stop them so they often just walked out the front door with no escape plan in place.
As far as Alexis knew, a bullet cared little whether you were a hero, a villain or just a normal person.
Opposite her was one of her old friend from the bank she had been working at before taking on the job as a NAIL agent. The lady was the same age as Alexis, possibly why they had bonded quickly, and saw her current job as a cashier as the first step to greater things. Already she was managing the cashier staff on a semi-official basis and often attempted, half-heartedly, to bring Alexis back into the fold.
"Yeah, none of them will come near our bank though. Although if they did we don't have any agents to protect us." Gwen said with a suggesting smile over the rim of her coffee mug, her accent placing her from Brooklyn was very much a contrast to Alexis' British tones. The NAIL agent rolled her eyes with a badly concealed smile at the obvious meaning,
"I told you, I'm not good at close quarters. Besides, I doubt the management will let me keep a gun in my till. I'm better off out and about with this." She patted the briefcase next to her, a disassembled rifle inside. Her friend glanced at the case in a distrusting kind of way; she didn't approve of Alexis' new job and believed that carrying around a weapon would actually make her more vulnerable rather than better able to defend herself.
Interrupting their conversation, Alexis' phone rang. Not her personal one; the work one. She flicked open the old, sturdy phone and listened to the caller's instructions before wolfing down the remainder of her continental breakfast and downed the tea.
"I'll catch you later, Gwen." With a friendly kiss on the cheek she was gone, the tails of her overcoat splayed out behind her as she pelted away. She knew where the bank that was being robbed was but she had no intention of running in haplessly. She wasn't a front line fighter; she was a patient hunter. Instead, Alexis headed for a nearby hotel and flashed her badge at the receptionist; they knew better than to ask questions.
The lift got her to the top floor quickly enough and the door to the rooftop was unlocked; presumably to let the rich clients out into a private space to smoke safely. Thankfully no one was there so she could set up in peace, her rifle quickly taking shape. Fully loaded she found a place with a good view of the bank's front door and the alleyways leaving off of it. The recent multitude of villains apparently had a relatively low intelligence, getting overconfident without the 'heroes' around to stop them so they often just walked out the front door with no escape plan in place.
As far as Alexis knew, a bullet cared little whether you were a hero, a villain or just a normal person.
"This certainly is a desert, isn't it?" He asked, rhetorically. In his mind he admonished himself for not knowing that for true fact; a desert was a region with a moisture deficit and they had been here for mere hours. For all he knew there could be a giant monsoon every month that washed all life away - then it wouldn't be a desert despite its appearance. Still, it was probably best not to go into semantics with his current compatriots; it was an unnecessary sidetrack and rather pedantic.
They trudged on in silence again, each buried in their own thoughts. For the most part Julius was curious about where they were; while he had not dismissed that they could still be on Earth, it seemed highly unlikely that they were. The landscape, the clouds, the red haze, the lack of any life whatsoever. It all added up to a great big mystery and although he was not familiar with every place on Earth he was sure if such a place existed he would have heard about it somewhere. But then that meant they were no longer on Earth which posed its own difficult questions, not least in logistics or scientific capabilities.
Then the birds came. Strange, alien creatures Julius had never heard of before nor seen anything like them. Added to their strange surroundings he decided that they were all either on hallucinogenic drugs or were, in fact, no longer on Earth.
"You know, I've never known where that saying comes from. But I concur." Julius agreed as they saw the spectacular sight before them. It would have been all the more exciting for him if they were in a safe environment, such as on an educational trip. But they weren't. This was, apparently, reality and they were on some alien planet and apparently alone with large, wild creatures.
"I'm sure we could. We would need to get back to tell someone about it first though so I suggest we focus on the basics." The others looked at him and he took a step back, waving his hands as their gaze turned to expectancy. "I just meant we should find some shelter, firewood, a source of water and food. Oh, we'll need the firewood in case it's like the deserts back on Earth at night where the temperature can drop dangerously low." He explained, doubling back on his thoughts as he realised how strange the suggestion of building a fire in a desert would normally sound.
"So... I guess we should explore the mountain a little bit?"
They trudged on in silence again, each buried in their own thoughts. For the most part Julius was curious about where they were; while he had not dismissed that they could still be on Earth, it seemed highly unlikely that they were. The landscape, the clouds, the red haze, the lack of any life whatsoever. It all added up to a great big mystery and although he was not familiar with every place on Earth he was sure if such a place existed he would have heard about it somewhere. But then that meant they were no longer on Earth which posed its own difficult questions, not least in logistics or scientific capabilities.
Then the birds came. Strange, alien creatures Julius had never heard of before nor seen anything like them. Added to their strange surroundings he decided that they were all either on hallucinogenic drugs or were, in fact, no longer on Earth.
"You know, I've never known where that saying comes from. But I concur." Julius agreed as they saw the spectacular sight before them. It would have been all the more exciting for him if they were in a safe environment, such as on an educational trip. But they weren't. This was, apparently, reality and they were on some alien planet and apparently alone with large, wild creatures.
"I'm sure we could. We would need to get back to tell someone about it first though so I suggest we focus on the basics." The others looked at him and he took a step back, waving his hands as their gaze turned to expectancy. "I just meant we should find some shelter, firewood, a source of water and food. Oh, we'll need the firewood in case it's like the deserts back on Earth at night where the temperature can drop dangerously low." He explained, doubling back on his thoughts as he realised how strange the suggestion of building a fire in a desert would normally sound.
"So... I guess we should explore the mountain a little bit?"
@IcePezz
I spent 74 minutes standing on a train just outside my stop... I could have climbed out of the doors and walked there in about five minutes. That was yesterday; today the trains ran on time and I got home early (and it's a shorter day due to 'staff training hour' also known as 'quiz, coffee/tea and biscuits hour')!
Working on a post now.
I spent 74 minutes standing on a train just outside my stop... I could have climbed out of the doors and walked there in about five minutes. That was yesterday; today the trains ran on time and I got home early (and it's a shorter day due to 'staff training hour' also known as 'quiz, coffee/tea and biscuits hour')!
Working on a post now.
You might well end up with someone else joining once there's a few IC posts going; I think a lot of people like to enter once the momentum is going rather than start an RP up.
I utterly disagree with this approach as I believe it just shows a lack of commitment but... as long as more people might join later on, who cares!
I utterly disagree with this approach as I believe it just shows a lack of commitment but... as long as more people might join later on, who cares!
I'll get a post up tomorrow (maybe even later tonight). One of my longer days at work so I'm low on the creative front - tomorrow's a lot shorter so I should be okay then!
I suppose we better keep the OOC active to get some more prospective RPers looking in then!
Name
Alexis Chandle
Age
27
Gender
Female
Description
Wears a black business suit (with trousers rather than a skirt) with either a white or light blue blouse and plain black leather shoes. In colder weather she has a waterproof greatcoat of a charcoal grey shade.
Personality
Generally affable and bright-spirited, Alexis is one able to slip herself into most environments. While she is friendly both on the surface and underneath she also has the emotional detachment to use people. Unfortunately this only comes into play when she knows from the outset that they will be a tool or pawn; she cannot simply cut off attachment once any has been made and this can lead to her becoming emotionally compromised. So far it has only led to strife after the fact but it may well lead to a situation where she abandons her duty when the attachment proves too much.
Occupation:
NAIL Agent.
Equipment
Standard fare, no 'gizmos or gadgets'. By trade she is a long range combatant and prefers the use of either a sniper rifle or a semi-automatic assault rifle, always with a scope where possible. She will only have these weapons when she knows she is entering a fight; day to day she carries a SIG-Sauer P226 9mm (a telling detail of her SAS background) and a combat knife. The latter can be found strapped to her ankle and is her weapon of absolute last resort.
Bio:
Alexis was born to British parents, both serving in armed forces. Her father was in Royal Air Force (RAF) serving in logistics while her mother was a field doctor with the 'troopers' as she called them. Both saw active field service several times and the young Alexis was raised almost exclusively by her grandparents, her grandfather having seen service in the Royal Navy during WW2.
It seemed, with this pedigree, inevitable that she would eventually enrol in the military. With her success in academics and other activities consistent she was soon approached by the more highly skilled divisions. By the time she reached the age of 23 she had gone through the Royal Marines, serving as a linguistics officer for the Ministry of Defence's (MoD) Chief of Staff (French and Spanish her known languages), onto the SAS as an active field agent.
She was largely posted in the UK for domestic defence but served abroad in France, alongside their special forces, and in Iraq for a brief period to ensure that outposts being handed over to the country's own military weren't overrun by enemy forces. She had no fondness for her job and disliked the fight in Iraq, having difficult connecting her mission there and the benefit it brought to her country's people in the way that was pitched by politicians. Nevertheless she carried out her duties impeccably and on returning to the UK she retired, moving to the US where her elder brother had been deployed years ago and had eventually settled.
When trouble began to brew in Golden Coast Alexis was approached with an invitation to join N.A.I.L. Seeing her chance to employ her skills in a way meant to aid others, with apparently little political meddling, she took up the chance and handed in her notice to the bank she had been employed in for the past two years.
Although a little rusty she has stayed in peak physical condition, a matter of habit rather than deliberate choice by that point in her life, and is ready to serve.
Alexis Chandle
Age
27
Gender
Female
Description
Wears a black business suit (with trousers rather than a skirt) with either a white or light blue blouse and plain black leather shoes. In colder weather she has a waterproof greatcoat of a charcoal grey shade.
Personality
Generally affable and bright-spirited, Alexis is one able to slip herself into most environments. While she is friendly both on the surface and underneath she also has the emotional detachment to use people. Unfortunately this only comes into play when she knows from the outset that they will be a tool or pawn; she cannot simply cut off attachment once any has been made and this can lead to her becoming emotionally compromised. So far it has only led to strife after the fact but it may well lead to a situation where she abandons her duty when the attachment proves too much.
Occupation:
NAIL Agent.
Equipment
Standard fare, no 'gizmos or gadgets'. By trade she is a long range combatant and prefers the use of either a sniper rifle or a semi-automatic assault rifle, always with a scope where possible. She will only have these weapons when she knows she is entering a fight; day to day she carries a SIG-Sauer P226 9mm (a telling detail of her SAS background) and a combat knife. The latter can be found strapped to her ankle and is her weapon of absolute last resort.
Bio:
Alexis was born to British parents, both serving in armed forces. Her father was in Royal Air Force (RAF) serving in logistics while her mother was a field doctor with the 'troopers' as she called them. Both saw active field service several times and the young Alexis was raised almost exclusively by her grandparents, her grandfather having seen service in the Royal Navy during WW2.
It seemed, with this pedigree, inevitable that she would eventually enrol in the military. With her success in academics and other activities consistent she was soon approached by the more highly skilled divisions. By the time she reached the age of 23 she had gone through the Royal Marines, serving as a linguistics officer for the Ministry of Defence's (MoD) Chief of Staff (French and Spanish her known languages), onto the SAS as an active field agent.
She was largely posted in the UK for domestic defence but served abroad in France, alongside their special forces, and in Iraq for a brief period to ensure that outposts being handed over to the country's own military weren't overrun by enemy forces. She had no fondness for her job and disliked the fight in Iraq, having difficult connecting her mission there and the benefit it brought to her country's people in the way that was pitched by politicians. Nevertheless she carried out her duties impeccably and on returning to the UK she retired, moving to the US where her elder brother had been deployed years ago and had eventually settled.
When trouble began to brew in Golden Coast Alexis was approached with an invitation to join N.A.I.L. Seeing her chance to employ her skills in a way meant to aid others, with apparently little political meddling, she took up the chance and handed in her notice to the bank she had been employed in for the past two years.
Although a little rusty she has stayed in peak physical condition, a matter of habit rather than deliberate choice by that point in her life, and is ready to serve.
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