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9 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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9 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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9 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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10 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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10 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.

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yes shows on the road.
fun.

Ill wait for another person then make a post.

Anyone else notice that only two peple posted in the time the gm was out? @Kingfisher these people like you.


I am quite likeable. I even have a mug that says so.
A man has returned. Lets get this show on the road!
A few days later




The jumble of students converged on Secundarium Dock in the early hours of the morning, slowly shambling onto the deep-sea transport that bobbed up and down in the opening of calm water at the end of the pier. The Submersible resembled a great long metallic tube, with a huge glass-like dome at its centre. Two steely pincers used for transporting cargo back and forth protruded from the front of the submersible, and duel fuel cells were welded onto its back.

Chantrea rubbed the sleep from her eyes, letting out a loud open-mouthed yawn as she pulled her hemp coat tightly over her large frame. The young woman’s blonde/red hair was tied up in pig tails, and thick bags hung under her emerald green eyes. She was makeup-less, having planned to put it on during the trip.

A fierce breeze was tearing through the dock, slipping in through the large arch at the end of the see-through chamber which led to the dark blue waters above. The Submersible hummed loudly, its mechanical engine whirring away, as it rocked gently back and forth in the current.

The plan was simple; Take the submersible to London, then board the Euro-shuttle to Paris and the mission would be underway.

Chantrea shuffled sleepily onto the Submersible, taking a leaping step off of the metallic dock, over a thin sliver of sea water, and through the vessel’s circular open door. The interior of the deep sea transport was vast and roomy, with long rows of leather seats and felt covered tables lining its sides. The young woman found herself a spacious booth in the corner, chucking her large backpack down onto the seat next to her, before opening up a holographic mirror through her head implant and beginning to apply dark red lipstick.
I've got to take a four day absence, where I'll be able to check up on the OOC but won't have enough time to be active in the IC. I'd suggest ya'll use this time to mingle and do the social things, then well be off to Paris!
The dining hall fell silent as Vhul strode into it. Good. he thought Perhaps I won’t have to be teaching these kids some fucking respect, after all . He marched past the assembled students, flanked by two armoured guards, striding up to the tall metal podium at the far end of the hall.

“You all know why you’re here, so I won’t bother with introductions.” He announced in a calm, clear voice, which carried across the room.

“We have equipment, classes, and simulations accessible to the students here at the Sanctum, but these systems are expensive, and we can’t afford to make the available to every single young person that steps off the submersible.” He explained, stone faced and devoid of emotion.

“This is where your first assignment comes in; to separate the strong from the dead.”

The holographic screen Vhul flickered to life with a burst of blue and orange light, displaying an authentic looking logo.

“Maison de masques,” Vhul narrated, his back still the screen “I’m sure you’re all familiar with the Alterus Corporation’s leading fashion and cosmetic megacorporation, operating out of Paris. Maison De Masques specialise in cosmetic surgery and organ replacements, outfitting their clients with top-of-the range body parts, to stay ahead of the latest fashion crazes. They employ a variety of models to showcase these body parts, selling them faces, arms, legs, breasts, and whatever else on loan.”

A slight shimmer of light, and the screen projected a hologram of a lean man with a piggish face and slim brown eyes, dressed in a dark business suit. A ridiculously eccentric blonde quiff erupted from the top of his head, and he had a permanent sneer plastered across his puffy pink lips.

“Marcel Beauchée.” Vhul announced solemnly “Your target.”

The Captain paused for a moment, clearing his throat loudly before he continued.

“Mister Beauchée recently inherited the company from his father, Sebastian Beauchée, and has already begun employing extremely vicious business techniques to stay ahead of his competitors. Our client is the poster girl for Maison de masques’ new range: Madame Monique Leauombre”

The screen flickered again, depicting a curvaceous young woman with broad hips and platinum blonde curls. She had sparkling sapphire eyes, deep red lips, and a full bosom.

“Madame Leauombre has worked at Maison de masques for several years, and is currently modelling the ‘Bombshell body parts’ line, but wants to move on and do different things.” Vhul explained calmly.

“However, she’s been presented with a problem; her likeness is on loan from the Maison de masques for several billion, and if she were to leave now then her face would be reclaimed by the company.” Vhul’s dark brown eyes settled on the students. “Madame Leauombre wants us to go in, take out Marcel, thus giving one of our umbrella companies the option to takeover Maison de masques, liquidated it, and allow our young bombshell to keep her face.”

“Unfortunately, an obstacles emerged.” Vhul said darkly.

“Instead of coming straight to us, Madame Leauombre opted to use a cheaper alternative to take out Marcel, who failed in their job. Thankfully, the hitmen weren’t traced back to Madame Leauombre, but Marcel’s brought in extra security as a safety percussion.”

Another flicker of light, and now the screen displayed a plain-faced, dark haired man with a strong jaw and steely grey eyes.

“Nadim Price. Ex-SAS field medic, with seven years working in private security, and twenty as an Alterus assassin. He’s Marcel’s personal bodyguard, and you’ll need to factor him out of the equation before taking on Marcel himself. Nadim is a formidable opponent, but he has a weakness….”

The screen flashed again, depicting a dark haired teenage girl who bore a slightly resemblance to Nadim facially.

“His daughter, Nardia. They share an apartment together, paid for by Marcel. Exploit Nadim’s family connections, and you may have the opportunity to avoid a direct confrontation with him. It’s up to you.”

Vhul cleared his throat once more “You’ll be posing as interns working at Maison de masques, under the cover of helping out with their next catwalk event. I suggest you all get some rest and prepare yourselves, the submersible leaves in a few days.”

And with that, Vhul strode out of the dining hall.

I've been extremely busy today and its unlikely I'll be able to get anything up this evening, but I'll try and get a post up tomorrow. I'm traveling during the day, so it'll most likely be in the latter hours.
Are we waiting for all seven sins to be filled, or will we be jumping straight in abit sooner? Very eager to get going with this one! :D
@MenageAUne Hi there, welcome.

I'll wait for the IC a bit before I post again because my next post would require taking place a few hours later IC time when the night is over, and I don't want to make anyone else's post awkward by accident. Or is it alright to post? @Kingfisher


You can do abit of a time jump, I've got no issue with that.
It is indeed!
Hey, sorry I haven't posted. Been busy. Aka, I fell asleep and didn't wake up till 2 pm.


Zat is fine, hope you're feeling a tad more awake now!

I'm making a post right now (sorry for not posting sooner) I got very sick and wasn't able to find the energy to do so.


Hope that's going well! No need to apologies, I hope you're feeling abit better now.
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