STATUS:
It's been a while since I roleplay'ed. With filing for unemployment, a lot of free time has opened up. I hope I can join despite the rep sheet I have for being inactive for some time.
6 yrs ago
Current
It's been a while since I roleplay'ed. With filing for unemployment, a lot of free time has opened up. I hope I can join despite the rep sheet I have for being inactive for some time.
Interacting with: Indirectly with Surrounding Players
Martin listened to the radio. His eyes widened and his jaw stayed open. Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth. The boy certainly found the new settlement heavenly. Even though no evidence presented itself, the thought of such a place only brought joy to him. He nudged the radioactive soaker (Jonathan) with his elbow, acknowledging the man's words that he was 'safe to touch.' "It sounds amazing! What do you mean? I have to check it out!"
Martin leaned forward to the radioactive man. He pumped his fists in the air and hoped the man felt the same enthusiasm. Pallet Town did provide a lot of qualities, but it was not an ideal place. Hookers, radioactive puddles, and crime forced him not to appreciate it fully. Martin could only think about the many treasures within the place. He never traveled except when he was young; how difficult would it be to travel such a place?
Climbing onto one of the counters the bar provided, he steadied himself. Standing to both of his feet, he caught most of the people's attention. They looked at him with confused and angered glares. The last thing they needed was another preacher; however, Martin wished to share his happiness."Look, guys! This might seem far-fetched, but aren't you tired of this shit? THE END is the place of opportunities! We do not know what's out there!"
Martin pointed to the walls for emphasis. Most of the people found comfort inside the walls and vowed never to leave. "Let's venture to THE END! C'mon! Join me and we shall go! Don't live in fear! Who's with me?" The kid spoke his heart out. It was not that convincing of a speech. All the nearby citizens looked at him. Before he could react, someone threw a banana peel at him and yelled a profane word.
Like a trigger, everyone did the same. They told Martin to shut up as they tossed pieces of food and trash. Martin attempted to dodge most of it. His clothes became stained and foul odors started attracting to him. Eventually, the trash barrage knocked him off the counter. "Oww, tough crowd. Martin rubbed his butt when he fell back. As he retreated to his original spot next to the radioactive man, a burst of applause and laughter erupted behind him.
All the armed men lined up next to the gate. They separated into two lines so the incoming party could walk in the middle. The entire process seemed unneeded, but it was traditional. Everyone idealized the boss. Not necessarily because of him having a great sense of character or having great qualities, but for weak-mindedness. By that, citizens of Pallet Town remained reliant on the man. They forgot the ideal concept of a good role model. They supported the boss through every one of his decisions.
After a minute, the gate opened up. The camera zoomed towards someone's shoes stepping inside. Slowly panning out, the camera spent a bit of time revealing the possible antagonist or protagonist of this arc. The individual did wear brown boots with a fresh paint of blood on the sole. The blood did not match the color of the undead, it was not dark enough. Bright-colored blood surrounded the edges of the hell. Going further up, the man wore khakis with an eye-catching belt buckle; the piece represented a sun with a six point.
Before the camera revealed his face, it rotated to the nearby soldiers. Most of them saluted him while the others cheered him on in his presence. A deep voice came from the individual in cowboy boots. His entire body was covered in a crop-duster. The camera finally moved onto his face to reveal his identity. A gallon hat rested on his head.
The boss was in fact gorgeous. A majestic beard covered most of his facial features. His eyebrows cocked down when one of the other men confronted him. The man whispered into the boss' ear and nodded his head toward the spider-chick and short woman. With a tip of hat, the boss understood and strode over to them.
"So you must be the new girl. If no one has told you, we all pull our weight in Pallet Town." He put his hands to his hips. Rubbing his chin, he spat on the floor as he spoke once more. "I don't mean to pry, but what do you have to offer to this town? You look a bit small for hard labor and you're too ugly to be a prostitute."
The boss hanged his head back and laughed it off. The surrounding minions chimed in and slapped their knees at the comment. Not a second later, the boss reared his head back into the conversation. "I'm only half-kidding. We like to joke around here. My name is Nunchucks. What do you want out of Pallet Town?" He then played a smile.
I will be introducing the boss of Pallet in a bit. After all is done and said (conversing and acknowledging the new arrival), I'll make a town event which will move the plot further.
"Whoa," Feya became stunned once the bounty hunter revealed his face. Her punch caught his helmet and sent it flying while also destroying his sword. Blood dripped from her hand; the blade did make a small cut between her fingers. The cut was small enough for her to power through the pain. Even then, the facial features of Krabbe caught her off guard.
"You're just a kid," Feya mentioned. She figured she battled against a man older than her or around her age group. This slightly put on her edge. Given the young age, this bounty hunter only would become stronger in years to come. Feya definitely needed to improve her strength if some adolescent matched her. "Well, your overall attitude makes sense now," the fitness woman thought back to all of the previous remarks Krabbe made.
In an instant, Feya noticed a hostile glimpse. Pushing down on her legs, she leaped out of the way. A sudden impact destroyed some wood that struck her in the process. She covered her eyes from the possibility of loose splinters. After adjusting herself, she gritted her teeth. She noticed Krabbe acted out an attack. Strangely, he moved quicker than any other of his movements. Feya wondered if the bounty hunter held back throughout the entire fight.
Feya brushed off the wood from her arms. She acknowledged the fight became a lot more intense. Hopefully, only the speed of Krabbe increased. The fitness woman stood up to her feet and prepared a battle stance. She proceeded to rotate her left arm in a circle and initiate a Vortex Punch. "You're in for a world of hurt."
@floodtalon@yoshua171@Leaves It's currently day 6. If there's an issue preventing you from updating, please let me know. Otherwise, have fun with the battle, my comrades. :)
I'll get a post up soon. I'm just trying to brainstorm what to do at the moment.