Clearly the Bunkers could win this war, if they invented one key piece of technology...
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If we are waiting for Orchestratic, I'm just going to go ahead and post Isaac's post. Might as well have some interaction going on between Rygar and Isaac.
"No...You made it in."
Isaac leaned against the doorway, having been watching Rygar for at least a minute before deciding to speak up. The man had been struggling with all the changes he'd undergone, and Isaac wanted to see Rygar overcome it. The man was central to Isaac's success in the academy and, as loath as he was to admit it, he had saved the Markeel heir's life. Without Rygar's actions, they wouldn't have been able to slay the Unicorn. Hell, they probably wouldn't have gotten away at all. It frightened Isaac a little, to realise how woefully unprepared he was for the hunter's life.
Isaac didn’t bother asking permission to come inside Rygar’s room. It didn’t really make sense to him, as the pair would likely be sharing a room, sooner or later. Preparations had already begun to move Isaac into a shared accommodation with the other two members of his team: Daiki and Tirren. Both members had proven integral to the battle with the Unicorn, but he knew nothing about his team so far. Another small crack in his normally controlled façade might appear at the thought of himself as leader. He had no idea what the people before him could really do. If anything could be applied to Isaac as a phobia, it would be the unknown. He would endeavour to get to know these people better, for the sake of the team. God forbid, he might have a go at the whole ‘friendship’ process.
That could come later though.
Common practice dictated he should ask Rygar ‘how he felt’ but that seemed like pointless and patronising pity to Isaac. You didn’t walk away from permanent maiming with a smile on your face. Instead, Isaac shut the door behind them and pulled a chair to Rygar’s bedside. Sitting down on the side Rygar still had an arm. “I’ll ask the big question before we go any further. Do you still want to be a hunter?”
Isaac wanted that answer before anything else. He could have started with the use of drugs: which he didn’t mind, or the idea he had in his mind revolving around solving Rygar’s future deficiency and replacing it with strength. However, it was more important that Rygar still had the warrior’s will. If he’d looked into the eyes of fear and flinched, then there was no going back.
“Just know that whatever your choice, I’ve made arrangements for you to receive a state of the art prosthetic from my father’s workshop. I owe you my life, so that is the least I can give you.”
If no one else intends to post: Isaac has a fairly important post to make.
Since it makes very little sense for Orion to post without any knowledge of who his actual partner is (Rip in peace Arara-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra) I will go ahead and wait on posting Orion's part.
Isaac, however, is being remarkably Un-Isaac-like.
Isaac, however, is being remarkably Un-Isaac-like.
Isaac was unusually cowed by the events of the initiation ritual. He had expected the events to have been a breeze: Kill a few ursa and get into the academy for hunters with a snap of the fingers. Instead, he had spent most of the time running for his life and barely avoiding the murderous designs of a Grimm of near mythical proportions.
Sadly, that was not even the worst news. Now, Isaac was the leader of a 4 man cell and his partner for the next few years was a drug taking battle-chaser with a missing arm. If he hadn’t actually gotten the chance to know Rygar a slight amount these last few days, he would assume the berserker would go ahead and quit the academy.
Isaac’s ears perked up slightly as he heard the mention of his cell: about RIpTiDe’s clashes with the both unicorns, of the slaying of one at the cost of Rygar’s arm and of the final meeting with the second beast. Why had it not attacked the weakened group: respect? Maybe fear? Either way, his group had been spared by the unicorn and he was grateful.
This speech by Arrun was different in Isaac’s ears; a mix of respect for new hunters and respect for the trails faced. He looked around the room, glancing at the few interesting people he’d spotted. The boy in the orange hat was chief amongst his interests. The boy seemed distant, as if he’d had to deal with a number of his own trails and he’d been forced to change because of them.
As soon as it was respectful to do so, Isaac left the hall, in a rush to leave the company of the masses and of a mind to do something uncharacteristic. He flipped open his pocket computer, one that connected to people outside of the insular world of Beacon and typed in a message. Ten words later, he was using WALTER to propel himself through the air, towards Beacon’s main recovery room and without a single care for what other people thought of him.
He owed his partner a visit.
Sam was slow to react when the shade came into the room. Sluggish from…from what: exhaustion? Hunger, maybe? He had been fine moments before. Perhaps it was an after effect of the stigmata from before or perhaps he was just coming down hard from the adrenaline of the last few hours. Either way, the world moved faster than he did: as someone threw something at the shadow, only to have it sliced in half.
Sam was staring in disbelief at the creature. It was made of blackness…Something similar to the strange blackness that had dripped from his wounds like so much bile in his blood. On instinct, he raised his dagger and was about to surge forward and attack the thing, sluggishness be damned, when he faltered lightly. He didn’t know what it was, or where it was, or why it stopped him; something had Sam standing stuck to the spot though. For a moment, it felt like he was looking at himself through a mirror or through someone else’s eyes. He was frozen in time: a monolithic pillar in the middle of the room.
…and then he was Sam again. He shook his head and saw Angel acting against the shade. To think that it was him who acted first was almost insulting. Sam didn’t notice what was thrown, it was too small or perhaps his vision was simply too blurry. Either way, he couldn’t ignore what came next. Attached to his arm was a shield. It had appeared from nowhere and it seemed almost weightless to the strong arm of Sam. He stared at Angel, unsure of what to think or say. He heard the man’s words, and at the end: he finished with the magic word.
“…Sam?”
Pride smiled as he stepped towards the shade, knife and shield raised and ready. He was facing up to the shadow, the umbra, the whatever-the-fuck this thing was. Sluggishness was still there, but self-confidence and the knowledge that someone was depending on him was enough to move the tired limbs back into action. He squared up to the shade, unflinching and unafraid of the creature before him.
“I don’t what the fuck you are, but your ass is in the wrong house. This is the Sinner’s house: the house of Sloth and the den of vice.” He was standing at full height. The Asian heritage seemed to bubble away as Six foot four inches of muscle stared down the spirit-thing. “Now get the fuck out.” He lunged forward, shield arm facing the slimy creature while the knife darted forward, aiming for a throat. He wasn’t giving the creature a chance to leave in anything other than a body bag, if he could help it.
Tempest said
has been updated. My apologies on taking so god forsaken long. >//>
I am currently at an indecision about which of two characters I plan to use. For now though, I'll post the first one, and let others choose later.
Name: Daniel Ezekiel Anders
Age: Twenty Seven
Sex: Male
Appearance:
History Type:
Biography: Born into a raider family: Daniel was expected to descend into the same level of madness and revelry that came along with a Raider’s lifestyle. He was forced to grow up fast and mean, but instead of becoming a wild beast, Daniel seemed to excel in the madness of his station in life. He developed a keen intellect and a vicious willpower that made him both a powerful ally and a dangerous threat amongst the Raiders at large.
His rapacious mind that seemed to devour any and all knowledge: Daniel was assigned to one of the Raider family’s few stolen mechanised War-suits at the young age of thirteen. These stolen pieces of technology were difficult to use well, and the raiders were loath to let anyone use them: yet Daniel was given the unique opportunity, if only because he was one of the few people who had the knowledge to learn how to use them. He took to the task with a dedication and fervour and soon became one of the raider’s most vital members. Even more so than Vlad, who had Camoflauge
As he grew older and older, Daniel’s mind built a deeper gulf of disparity between himself and the other raiders. The only reason he didn’t wake up with a knife in his back was due to his skill as a Pilot, but his skill would only protect him for so long. As he rejected more of the Raider’s promotions and more of the clan’s whores, the gulf widened and Daniel, being an intelligent man, was more than aware that his days were becoming numbered.
One night though, Daniel was struck by something…powerful. He had managed to recover an undamaged copy of the Holy Bible and had begun to read it with a (forgive the pun) religious dedication. The more he read the text, the more he was enraptured by its powerful anecdotes and interesting, intricate stories and its divine message. Put simply, he was converted by it.
Having found a sense of peace in the text, Daniel became unsure of himself as a person and found an unsettling level of worry overcoming him. He was a sinner, to be sure: he had killed, he had stolen, he had worshiped possessions over the lord, he had raped, he had pillaged, he had maimed and he had sinned in nearly every perceivable way that the text of the holy bible had just finished teaching him not to. Frankly, Daniel felt a looming sense of inevitability in his damnation. He had sinned beyond sinning and there would be no son of God to cleanse him of his sins, just as there was no priest to absolve him and speak to him on behalf of god.
One contemplative night managed to lead to Daniel forging a new conviction. He had an epiphany. He even goes as far as to claim he had a vision, a message from god. It was a message of salvation and it gave Daniel the chance to absolve his sins. He knew what he must do, and the first step in absolving his sins was in cleansing.
Jesus was baptized by John in a lake. Daniel was baptized in a river of blood by his own hands.
The Raiders had organized a raid on a Bunker compound, specifically one of the many homesteads surrounding Chicago city. Daniel was, as always, assigned to the vanguard in his mechanised War-suit and he pretended to entertain the motions of a blasphemous raider for a while longer. He stormed into the homestead, as if he were a crusader on the doorsteps of Jerusalem.
What happened next is mostly here-say. All that is known is that Daniel wiped out the entirety of his own Raider party. Many of the homesteaders were thankful to the stranger in the War-mech, and as such, most of the stories surrounding the day are regarded with suspicion and disregarded as overhyping a man. The only confirmed facts are that Daniel wiped out the entirety of the Bandit group alone, and that the only mark he gained was a deep cut across his left cheek: a memento of when he disembarked from his mech and personally dealt with his old boss.
Daniel waited at the Homestead for the inevitably late retinue of BCSEC soldiers with a trained patience and gentle calm. He had not a worry in the world as the men moved towards him; with guns drawn and fingers on the trigger. He did not flinch when he was handcuffed and beaten. The Ex-raider had expected this, nay: he had been warned of this! He didn’t even show fear when the men went to execute him, for they were stopped by the homesteaders he saved. Unsure of what to do, the BCSEC troops instead took Daniel to meet with their commanding officers.
A day later, Daniel’s hastily typed up résumé was handed to the council of ADAM, and he was quickly given a placement on the Pilot program.
He was Twenty One then. Time has changed little for Daniel, except that his resolve has become stronger and his zealotry has become more refined.
Career Path-
Mech:
Equipment:
Technology marches on upgrade - Dove: An unarmed floating Scout drone that allows Daniel to scout out an area before diving into the fray. It is equipped with an Infrared Scanning Package.
Inventory: Your character’s inventory. You may add as many miscellaneous items as you wish, within reason.
Signature: To agree to the rules, type your user-name here. This is just to verify that you understand, and agree to the fact, that I can kill your character without your permission. Playing smart and working in a team lowers your death odds, but even then... There’s always the chance your character won’t make it to the end. LimeyPanda
Name: Daniel Ezekiel Anders
Age: Twenty Seven
Sex: Male
Appearance:
History Type:
Biography: Born into a raider family: Daniel was expected to descend into the same level of madness and revelry that came along with a Raider’s lifestyle. He was forced to grow up fast and mean, but instead of becoming a wild beast, Daniel seemed to excel in the madness of his station in life. He developed a keen intellect and a vicious willpower that made him both a powerful ally and a dangerous threat amongst the Raiders at large.
His rapacious mind that seemed to devour any and all knowledge: Daniel was assigned to one of the Raider family’s few stolen mechanised War-suits at the young age of thirteen. These stolen pieces of technology were difficult to use well, and the raiders were loath to let anyone use them: yet Daniel was given the unique opportunity, if only because he was one of the few people who had the knowledge to learn how to use them. He took to the task with a dedication and fervour and soon became one of the raider’s most vital members. Even more so than Vlad, who had Camoflauge
As he grew older and older, Daniel’s mind built a deeper gulf of disparity between himself and the other raiders. The only reason he didn’t wake up with a knife in his back was due to his skill as a Pilot, but his skill would only protect him for so long. As he rejected more of the Raider’s promotions and more of the clan’s whores, the gulf widened and Daniel, being an intelligent man, was more than aware that his days were becoming numbered.
One night though, Daniel was struck by something…powerful. He had managed to recover an undamaged copy of the Holy Bible and had begun to read it with a (forgive the pun) religious dedication. The more he read the text, the more he was enraptured by its powerful anecdotes and interesting, intricate stories and its divine message. Put simply, he was converted by it.
Having found a sense of peace in the text, Daniel became unsure of himself as a person and found an unsettling level of worry overcoming him. He was a sinner, to be sure: he had killed, he had stolen, he had worshiped possessions over the lord, he had raped, he had pillaged, he had maimed and he had sinned in nearly every perceivable way that the text of the holy bible had just finished teaching him not to. Frankly, Daniel felt a looming sense of inevitability in his damnation. He had sinned beyond sinning and there would be no son of God to cleanse him of his sins, just as there was no priest to absolve him and speak to him on behalf of god.
One contemplative night managed to lead to Daniel forging a new conviction. He had an epiphany. He even goes as far as to claim he had a vision, a message from god. It was a message of salvation and it gave Daniel the chance to absolve his sins. He knew what he must do, and the first step in absolving his sins was in cleansing.
Jesus was baptized by John in a lake. Daniel was baptized in a river of blood by his own hands.
The Raiders had organized a raid on a Bunker compound, specifically one of the many homesteads surrounding Chicago city. Daniel was, as always, assigned to the vanguard in his mechanised War-suit and he pretended to entertain the motions of a blasphemous raider for a while longer. He stormed into the homestead, as if he were a crusader on the doorsteps of Jerusalem.
What happened next is mostly here-say. All that is known is that Daniel wiped out the entirety of his own Raider party. Many of the homesteaders were thankful to the stranger in the War-mech, and as such, most of the stories surrounding the day are regarded with suspicion and disregarded as overhyping a man. The only confirmed facts are that Daniel wiped out the entirety of the Bandit group alone, and that the only mark he gained was a deep cut across his left cheek: a memento of when he disembarked from his mech and personally dealt with his old boss.
Daniel waited at the Homestead for the inevitably late retinue of BCSEC soldiers with a trained patience and gentle calm. He had not a worry in the world as the men moved towards him; with guns drawn and fingers on the trigger. He did not flinch when he was handcuffed and beaten. The Ex-raider had expected this, nay: he had been warned of this! He didn’t even show fear when the men went to execute him, for they were stopped by the homesteaders he saved. Unsure of what to do, the BCSEC troops instead took Daniel to meet with their commanding officers.
A day later, Daniel’s hastily typed up résumé was handed to the council of ADAM, and he was quickly given a placement on the Pilot program.
He was Twenty One then. Time has changed little for Daniel, except that his resolve has become stronger and his zealotry has become more refined.
Career Path-
Mech:
Equipment:
Technology marches on upgrade - Dove: An unarmed floating Scout drone that allows Daniel to scout out an area before diving into the fray. It is equipped with an Infrared Scanning Package.
Inventory: Your character’s inventory. You may add as many miscellaneous items as you wish, within reason.
Signature: To agree to the rules, type your user-name here. This is just to verify that you understand, and agree to the fact, that I can kill your character without your permission. Playing smart and working in a team lowers your death odds, but even then... There’s always the chance your character won’t make it to the end. LimeyPanda
Kestrel said
I don't mind a lower post frequency, as you know I'm quite relaxed about my pacing. Though it'd be nice if we could communicate a bit better when we'll all post, so everyone knows what to expect.
Pretty much this.
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