Lady Seraphina

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

*will not be denied* slides a slip of paper that says "I owe you any favor" with proper spelling

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

There are six days remaining in the current contest, if you have plans to enter, make sure you get it in before the 28th!

@Write

*Ups the anti, slides a credit* So whose entry is currently in the lead?

Running from the World

@Cubix I can't say that I know this RP's going to make it through this period but if you want to post a character sheet I'll review it.

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From my understanding, Greyson and Daniel are still MIA with their whereabouts unknown. Priscilla left Beacon for a family emergency in the middle of the night and wasn't able to get back in touch. I think a relative she was helping worked at the distillery so that's why she's there.

@Guess Who

Well that doesn't sound half assed and last minute at all. You'd think if three students up and vanished the first thing Ozpin would do would be to contact there families in which case he would have listed her as "returned home" rather than "3/4 vanished without trace"

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How are we explaining what happened to Team _PGD again? What's Priscilla doing at some random dust distillery?

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Amy's death is up.

Hope it tears you up as much as it did me writing it.

@Write YOU SUCK

@Kaithas

I feel like mine wasn't heart breaking enough, I have this nagging feeling that the ending wasn't vivid enough.

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By the way, folks, don't jerk toward the Edit button, just thought I'd say: nobody uses Morse Code. It's a complete Hollywood thing nowadays.

@Lugubrious

Not to be contradictory and Hari might know more about this but while Morse Code has fallen into a bit of an archaic state it's not gone altogether. Most Navies stopped using it at the end of the '90s but it's still used today in aviation for identification purposes. It's also used for people with severe motor disabilities, as an example, Stephen Hawking's computer aid interprets how he moves one of his cheek muscles in mores code and translates it into speech.

It might not be quite as common now as it was twenty years ago but Morse Code isn't gone. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume that people with a military or radio background would still be well versed in it. And if this Distillery is outside of Vale's borders hiring a communications official would be a necessary precaution so while I can't see your average run of the mill guy knowing Morse Code it would be feasible for someone at the Distillery to be versed in it.

Though you are right Morse Code has become something of a Hollywood cliche.

Also to the team at the Distillery if the guy transmitting doesn't know anyone is receiving he will be sending a short repeating message so don't get too wordy.

EDIT: Though now that I actually read the post, why would you flash something in mores code on a com system? If pressing this 'answer' button will open communications between wherever the survivor is and the team's location then Morse Code would be completely unnecessary as he could just keep redialing the panel over and over again.

Running from the World

Ouch, we didn't even make it past the first page of IC posts.

I don't want to call it quits on this one but from the looks of it this RP is all but dead.

@Jay Kalton
@Vocab
@Vetis
@Scarifar
@Vocab
@Nafasi
@RadioactiveRat
@Weird Tales
@Invisible Man

I'm doing a full role call, this is a last ditch attempt to pull this RP out of the fire. So since I think the real problem has been that people are unsure exactly what to do with there characters inside the prison as the place has been largely undefined and no one wants to take a leap in creativity and risk being told it couldn't work I'm moving us to the break out scenario.

Running from the World

Gloria Lieth - The Center ==> New York City

Gloria was just finishing her meal when [i]it[/it] happened. The event that would change her life forever, the event that would change the lives of everyone in the Center forever. As Gloria stood up to leave the entire building was rocked by an all mighty boom. The ground shook and on the other side of the cafeteria one of the walls blew in. Gloria watching in shock as concrete collapsed into the room. The damage to the cafeteria wasn't as severe as the rest of the facility and though the entire room was filled with a cloud of dust the stung the eyes and almost caused Gloria to choke only those right next to the destroyed wall were injured. The rest of the cafeteria looked on in amazement for a single moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity.

When that moment passed a single thought seemed to reverberate around the room. That the Center was in shambles. And just like that the entire caf devolved into chaos. People started running for the doors, pushing each other out of the way, desperate to be free. Gloria saw her chance to get out just like the others and started to run. She weaved through a mass of bodies, slipping and sliding this way and that in the effort to get through. But they were like rats in a maze. Even with the damage the Center had taken the mutants were still there top priority.

Gloria heard the gunshots before she saw the guards. The Center was designed not to let anybody leave. The corridors were intentionally narrow so that if a prison break was attempted the prisoners were bottle necked. As the bullets screeched through the air Gloria closed her eyes expecting to be shot. But the shot never landed. The heavy, concrete solid feeling that had invaded Gloria's every molecule since she'd been captured was suddenly gone and she felt the small pellet of lead go through her body. Her eyes widened and a gleaming smile with just a hint of mischief filled her eyes. At the top of her lungs she shouted. "Our powers are working!" she evidently wasn't the only one that knew it. Explosions started to ring all around, people flying through the air, jumping off the walls. Concrete was shattered as ice mutants froze it, fires started all over the place and Gloria just ran. She didn't care about the sting in her body as she passed through other living breathing people. All she cared about was escaping.

The Center was rigged with redundancy protocols, even with the dampeners down, the walls were lined with an electric grid to prevent people like Gloria from phasing through them. Though most of them had lost power Gloria couldn't chance it and so kept running through people, forcing herself to the front of the line. When she finally burst through the doors the yard wasn't in much better shape. She saw the Julius Abir causing small explosions with each hit he landed on a guard. The sound of bullets filled the air but the one thing that Gloria took in fulling was that the fence had been ripped apart. By mutants or the initial explosion she didn't know and didn't care.

She wasn't the only one running, crowds of mutants were surging out of the doors, running for cover and for freedom. Gloria saw many of them fall to the guards and just as many fighting back or fleeing. The girl with the golden hair ran for all she was worth. Through the gate with the other mutants and towards the forest outside.

Gloria only stopped when she heard someone call her name. She turned around to see the source and realized it was Edmund. He was her bunkmate and when she'd first come to the Center, before she'd found Hippolyta, he'd taught her how to survive. He was a teleporter and as she watched he vanished from one place to the next till he was standing right next to her. "We need to get out of here Gloria." he said over the noise. Gloria nodded and took his hand. Edmund closed his eyes and the world dissolved in front of Gloria's face. When it reappeared they were standing in a park she remembered from her childhood, Central Park, New York City. But they weren't alone.

All around Gloria and Edmund were other people from the Center. Perhaps nine or ten in all. Just as Gloria was thinking how strange that was Edmund collapsed next to her. "Edmund." she said, searching his face for something. He was still alive but barely.

He smiled "I got them all out, but I guess it wasn't that great for my ticker." Who knew how far they'd come and bringing eleven people had been too much for Edmund.

"No, there's got to be something we can do."

"No time, go, keep these people safe. They're going to need someone to lead them."

Then Edmund closed his eyes and laid still. Looking around at the escapees Gloria's mind went blank. She couldn't help these people. The Center would come for them soon. The silver shackles on everyone's left arm were equipped with tracking devices. They would be here within a couple of hours.

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@Lugubrious Do you think you could update the contest entree history section in the Character Tab of the Contest of Champions thread? It's six contests behind as is.