I got a post up. Just a little one for the sake of putting Loki somewhere. @Letter Bee, I'll PM you that suff kinda
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STATUS: Opening a jar of honey didn't go so well. Washed most of it off, but my wrists are still sticky for some reason. 11 yrs ago
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Opening a jar of honey didn't go so well. Washed most of it off, but my wrists are still sticky for some reason.
11 yrs ago
Summer is sooooo sheeeeeeeeeeeet
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11 yrs ago
Finally have decent internet. Got connected to the National Broadband Network, see. With this speed, I can finally rule the world.
11 yrs ago
You know that rabbit I mentioned? Turns out there's 3 of them.
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11 yrs ago
So, there's this rabbit outside my house, and I'm not sure what to do with it. It sits there sometimes, eating grass and staring into space. It isn't mine, though, so it runs off when we approach.
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Loki analysed the information in front of him silently, thinking for a few minutes. He pulled out his phone and made a new message which he addressed to Stucorp.
He hit the send button and the message was gone, hopefully being received and redirected to Cedric's cell.
Good thing satellites reached this far underground... Loki thought.
He synced his mobile with the computer and copied the information onto his phone. As it began, Loki glanced around. The computer was on a messy desk in a room with barely any lights. There was a half-empty coffee mug full of cold coffee, and there were papers scattered around the desk. He checked the progress of the upload and saw that it was still taking a while, and it would take time to be done. Loki tapped his foot nervously, worried about the threat of detection. He glanced around, ascertaining where the door was.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps growing louder. He stopped tapping his foot and silently willed the upload to go faster. The footsteps grew closer and closer, until they reached the door. Loki dashed into the shadows, unsure whether the upload finished or not. A quick glance at it showed that it was. Relieved, he promptly disappeared as the scientist opened the door.
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Isaac stood in the doorway, sure something was amiss. He'd been making his rounds to check on his creations. He'd come back for his cup of coffee, but something felt out of place. He glanced around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He checked his desk and saw that his computer was still on. Suspicious, he checked his files. None of them were missing or damaged. But he was certain that he had turned it off... He took his glasses off. If there was an invisible meta here, then he would see them. He scanned the room, but there was nothing. He was sure that he'd turned his computer off, which meant that someone was just here. Isaac stalked warily out of the room, but it would be too late to catch Loki. He was already gone.
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Thankfully, the old sewer system still had street level exits, and a door burst open from one of them. Loki reappeared, out of breath. He'd been holding it in all the way since the scientist walked into the room, even when he was taking pictures. He quickly brought out his phone once again and sent the files to Cedric, hoping they would reach him. They seemed to be dossiers of several metas, and there were quite a number of them from the underground movement. And those creatures... Loki was sure that Cedric would like to know about them. Unfortunately, the files for the monsters were encrypted, but he'd probably crack it sooner or later. He sent another text to Cedric.
With the message, files and pictures sent, Loki took a break and caught his breath. It'd been a while since he'd been that tense. There was a kind of murderous aura coming from the lab coated man, and Loki didn't really want to see why. He got up and brushed himself off. He'd done a few things today.
He'd gotten some information and he'd devised a plan. But if the files were right, then kidnapping pseudo-virgin Mary would be trickier than he thought.
To Mr. Wessex
I'm about to send you some information I just found on a computer somewhere under the underground movement. It's in a weird lab with some weird creatures in it. I'll send you some pictures as well, but some of the info is encrypted with a really annoying encryption thing, so I'll have you look that over.
He hit the send button and the message was gone, hopefully being received and redirected to Cedric's cell.
Good thing satellites reached this far underground... Loki thought.
He synced his mobile with the computer and copied the information onto his phone. As it began, Loki glanced around. The computer was on a messy desk in a room with barely any lights. There was a half-empty coffee mug full of cold coffee, and there were papers scattered around the desk. He checked the progress of the upload and saw that it was still taking a while, and it would take time to be done. Loki tapped his foot nervously, worried about the threat of detection. He glanced around, ascertaining where the door was.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps growing louder. He stopped tapping his foot and silently willed the upload to go faster. The footsteps grew closer and closer, until they reached the door. Loki dashed into the shadows, unsure whether the upload finished or not. A quick glance at it showed that it was. Relieved, he promptly disappeared as the scientist opened the door.
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Isaac stood in the doorway, sure something was amiss. He'd been making his rounds to check on his creations. He'd come back for his cup of coffee, but something felt out of place. He glanced around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He checked his desk and saw that his computer was still on. Suspicious, he checked his files. None of them were missing or damaged. But he was certain that he had turned it off... He took his glasses off. If there was an invisible meta here, then he would see them. He scanned the room, but there was nothing. He was sure that he'd turned his computer off, which meant that someone was just here. Isaac stalked warily out of the room, but it would be too late to catch Loki. He was already gone.
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Thankfully, the old sewer system still had street level exits, and a door burst open from one of them. Loki reappeared, out of breath. He'd been holding it in all the way since the scientist walked into the room, even when he was taking pictures. He quickly brought out his phone once again and sent the files to Cedric, hoping they would reach him. They seemed to be dossiers of several metas, and there were quite a number of them from the underground movement. And those creatures... Loki was sure that Cedric would like to know about them. Unfortunately, the files for the monsters were encrypted, but he'd probably crack it sooner or later. He sent another text to Cedric.
Alright, those are the files. Also, I need some more hardware. I need some weapons. I'd like some flash grenades, stun grenades and smoke grenades, and a few clips for a five-seven pistol. Take whatever it costs from my paycheck. I'll pick them up at night, probably.
With the message, files and pictures sent, Loki took a break and caught his breath. It'd been a while since he'd been that tense. There was a kind of murderous aura coming from the lab coated man, and Loki didn't really want to see why. He got up and brushed himself off. He'd done a few things today.
He'd gotten some information and he'd devised a plan. But if the files were right, then kidnapping pseudo-virgin Mary would be trickier than he thought.
Taro yawned and stretched, somewhat tired and more than a little bored. He stood behind stage curtain in the Auditorium hall of St Sebastian’s knight school, watching the others prepare for the new student’s introduction. His part was already done, and he had little else to do. He watched others rush around, preparing everything for the welcoming speech. He sighed and brushed some dirt off of his white uniform, not quite as white and pristine as the uniforms of the other students. He looked around, looking for something to distract himself. He saw another student, glaring at him under the weight of a speaker, being carried by 2 people. He would’ve liked to help, but there wasn’t enough room for a third person. He offered a lazy wave as he sat on his collapsible chair, idle.
“You there!” One of the students managing the preparations said. “Why are you just sitting around? Go and make yourself busy!”
"I’m just here today to look pretty, you know." Taro said casually.
He tapped his badge, a golden brooch with a bow and arrow design, which singled him out as the marksman representative.
"And I don’t see those guys doing anything." He said, waving his hand dismissively at the other representatives sitting next to him.
The representatives of St Sebastian were the best members of their respective divisions. There was Tactics and management, close quarters combat and marksmanship divisions. The students of each divisions didn’t necessarily have to stick to their department, it was more of a general ‘group’ thing with several sub groups that branched into other departments. For example, the stealth section was a branch of tactics and management, but took teachings from close quarters and marksmanship groups.
The representative of tactics and management was some golden-haired, blue eyed, multi-lingual pretty boy (A third year) who headed the student council president. The representative of the close quarters combat was some burly, black haired muscly dude (who Taro could hardly believe was a teenager, though he’s in 3rd year so maybe that was something) and the representative of the marksmanship department was obviously Taro (who was a second year).
”But-” The management student said.
"Look." Taro sighed. "If you have any complaints, you can take it up with the principal. He’s just over there, anyway."
The boy spluttered, stopped and walked away, clearly annoyed. Taro looked over to the principal, a big man with an awesome beard, and silently thanked the principal for being so imposing.
See, other than just having a fantastic beard, the man was huge. The principal was about as tall as a basketball player and twice as thick. He also had a reputation for being a super serious guy, who expelled people at the drop of a hat. Taro found him to be a chill guy, or at least that’s what he was like when Taro met him for the first time. Taro had met him when he was given his scholarship, and they’d talked about why he’d got it. Turns out that St Sebastian’s were trying to overhaul their marksmanship programs, but no one went in it. So it was up to Taro to bring their ranged potential up!
"And that’s the grand story of how I got stuck here an hour earlier than usual, waiting to do something I don’t particularly want to do." Taro thought, idly picking at his clothes.
He wasn’t really here to say anything, and he wasn’t required to do anything in particular. He just had to show his face to all the hopefuls, maybe smile a bit and wave or something. Taro yawned, wondering when it would begin. There was a rush of voices and the curtains were slowly drawn back. Taro stood up straight, only to be hit in the face with a ray of morning sunshine as the curtains revealed the crowd of students in front of him. There was a large variety of faces, some dead serious and some less so. Some of the student’s expressions turned slightly wary as they took in the sight of the large principal.
Taro sighed quietly to himself. Another batch of serious and arrogant slightly-better-off-than-normal spoiled children, sent into the frontline of academic warfare in the hopes of achieving excellence. Even if his division was the smallest, he’d have to deal with another batch of snooty teenagers and arrogant idiots.
"This’ll probably be a long day…" Taro thought as the principal started his introductions.
He sat with his chin on his fist, to look like he was being attentive. He let his mind wander as the principal began what Taro liked to call the “You won’t come out of this alive” speech. He stared at the distant horizon, the trees and pretty much anywhere else. The sky was relatively clear, and the sun was warm. A cool breeze swept through the grounds as the principal sent chills down the spines of the new students.
"Oh look, a dog." Taro thought idly.
He yawned as the students practically shuddered in their seats.
"I think I have the evening shift today…" He thought as his thoughts spiralled into the clouds.
“You there!” One of the students managing the preparations said. “Why are you just sitting around? Go and make yourself busy!”
"I’m just here today to look pretty, you know." Taro said casually.
He tapped his badge, a golden brooch with a bow and arrow design, which singled him out as the marksman representative.
"And I don’t see those guys doing anything." He said, waving his hand dismissively at the other representatives sitting next to him.
The representatives of St Sebastian were the best members of their respective divisions. There was Tactics and management, close quarters combat and marksmanship divisions. The students of each divisions didn’t necessarily have to stick to their department, it was more of a general ‘group’ thing with several sub groups that branched into other departments. For example, the stealth section was a branch of tactics and management, but took teachings from close quarters and marksmanship groups.
The representative of tactics and management was some golden-haired, blue eyed, multi-lingual pretty boy (A third year) who headed the student council president. The representative of the close quarters combat was some burly, black haired muscly dude (who Taro could hardly believe was a teenager, though he’s in 3rd year so maybe that was something) and the representative of the marksmanship department was obviously Taro (who was a second year).
”But-” The management student said.
"Look." Taro sighed. "If you have any complaints, you can take it up with the principal. He’s just over there, anyway."
The boy spluttered, stopped and walked away, clearly annoyed. Taro looked over to the principal, a big man with an awesome beard, and silently thanked the principal for being so imposing.
See, other than just having a fantastic beard, the man was huge. The principal was about as tall as a basketball player and twice as thick. He also had a reputation for being a super serious guy, who expelled people at the drop of a hat. Taro found him to be a chill guy, or at least that’s what he was like when Taro met him for the first time. Taro had met him when he was given his scholarship, and they’d talked about why he’d got it. Turns out that St Sebastian’s were trying to overhaul their marksmanship programs, but no one went in it. So it was up to Taro to bring their ranged potential up!
"And that’s the grand story of how I got stuck here an hour earlier than usual, waiting to do something I don’t particularly want to do." Taro thought, idly picking at his clothes.
He wasn’t really here to say anything, and he wasn’t required to do anything in particular. He just had to show his face to all the hopefuls, maybe smile a bit and wave or something. Taro yawned, wondering when it would begin. There was a rush of voices and the curtains were slowly drawn back. Taro stood up straight, only to be hit in the face with a ray of morning sunshine as the curtains revealed the crowd of students in front of him. There was a large variety of faces, some dead serious and some less so. Some of the student’s expressions turned slightly wary as they took in the sight of the large principal.
Taro sighed quietly to himself. Another batch of serious and arrogant slightly-better-off-than-normal spoiled children, sent into the frontline of academic warfare in the hopes of achieving excellence. Even if his division was the smallest, he’d have to deal with another batch of snooty teenagers and arrogant idiots.
"This’ll probably be a long day…" Taro thought as the principal started his introductions.
He sat with his chin on his fist, to look like he was being attentive. He let his mind wander as the principal began what Taro liked to call the “You won’t come out of this alive” speech. He stared at the distant horizon, the trees and pretty much anywhere else. The sky was relatively clear, and the sun was warm. A cool breeze swept through the grounds as the principal sent chills down the spines of the new students.
"Oh look, a dog." Taro thought idly.
He yawned as the students practically shuddered in their seats.
"I think I have the evening shift today…" He thought as his thoughts spiralled into the clouds.
Alright. *rubs hands together*
I'll start righting up a post, probably. Might get one done today, we'll see.
I'll start righting up a post, probably. Might get one done today, we'll see.
First post is up? Damn, gotta add some stuff I forgot on my character sheet.
I wanna add the fact that Taro likes games, has training in more 'conventional' projectile based weaponry (guns) and he lives in an apartment instead of the school dorms. That fine?
I wanna add the fact that Taro likes games, has training in more 'conventional' projectile based weaponry (guns) and he lives in an apartment instead of the school dorms. That fine?
I wonder when this is starting.
Basically, we gotta sort out which characters know each other or are friends or something
How many times you have to press the page down button before you reach the bottom.
Fun fact: Rofls counted how many page downs it took to get to the bottom of our IC pages, and I think page 3 or 4 took something like 40 page downs
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I'm just going to admit it-- that picture nearly made me drop my phone in the sink.
THAT WAS MY PLAN ALL ALONG!!! >:D
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