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Hmm. Maybe a bit of a mystery thing? Like we find signs of someone calling for help but it's too late. Maybe we find some supplies meant for a rescue or something. Just something that sorta makes our characters think "They were trying to help but it just didn't work out for them" and mull upon if this should be an inspirational tale of people willing to help each other out, or a cynical take about how good intentions don't mean you'll be successful.
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Some people need to make a hard choice when deciding which two karaoke streams they want to listen to. I have no such weakness: I have two ears for a reason.
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The hard part about trying to play some politically savvy mastermind is the assumption that the world operates off real world politics and not your DM’s politics.
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Don't put too much stock in prophesies. At best they're full of shit, but more often than not they're one of those self-fullilling kinds. Plan for what happens afterwards instead.
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If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.
I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.
As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.
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Eh, I’ll play it safe for now. At least the Feast of Birds are considering it now, so maybe once we get some extra power and supplies we can raid the vineyards. For now I’ll just keep the mixed results.
"Cold waves? Hmm... Can't say I have. At least not in recent memory." From how she described them, Donny was almost certain that his family had to deal with a Cold Wave early into the end of the world. It's what killed his father. It's why his mother had urged him and his siblings to keep running, to never stay inside of cars, and to always stay warm even when it got so stuffy it was suffocating. Donny only never went through a Cold Wave because he always made sure never to be caught in one. "Worse comes to worse, if it's stormy topside, we'll just have to make camp in the metro. Not the safest, but nothing is out there." Donny says with a sigh as he adjusted his torch and continued to follow Cat.
It was a largely uneventful walk, which could be considered a good thing. Aside from ancient, dusty ruins, there wasn't much of note. The occasional bathroom that was full of mold and rust, the occasional dead body long reduced to a skeleton and scraps, and occasional parts of the ceiling collapsed after years of no maintenance. Soon it would lead to the metro proper. It wasn't much bigger than the tunnel they took to get here, but compared to the way they came the metro seemed to have held up mostly well. Less parts of the tunnel were worn by weather and time, bit it's certainly been long abandoned. It also reeked of waste: no doubt due to nearby latrines that have backed up and contained years worth of sewage that's just been never drained. Donny fortunately couldn't smell it through his mask. "Torch is still going strong, but it's running out of rope. If we're going to make camp, I'd like to at least try to save a bit of the torch to make a fire. To cook that crab meat if nothing else."
There were two ways to go. Based off the signs there was the north line and the east line. Donny pointed his axe towards the east line. "From what I've heard, this fabled town is due east. Underhaven it's called. A place for exiles, muties, and a bunch of others who don't mind living too close to some blasted out radioactive wasteland. Not exactly what I'd call a comfy, but I'm in no position to be picky." He lowered his axe and looked to Cat. "Say if you don't mind me asking... What's your colony anyways? Like where was it at."
It was a largely uneventful walk, which could be considered a good thing. Aside from ancient, dusty ruins, there wasn't much of note. The occasional bathroom that was full of mold and rust, the occasional dead body long reduced to a skeleton and scraps, and occasional parts of the ceiling collapsed after years of no maintenance. Soon it would lead to the metro proper. It wasn't much bigger than the tunnel they took to get here, but compared to the way they came the metro seemed to have held up mostly well. Less parts of the tunnel were worn by weather and time, bit it's certainly been long abandoned. It also reeked of waste: no doubt due to nearby latrines that have backed up and contained years worth of sewage that's just been never drained. Donny fortunately couldn't smell it through his mask. "Torch is still going strong, but it's running out of rope. If we're going to make camp, I'd like to at least try to save a bit of the torch to make a fire. To cook that crab meat if nothing else."
There were two ways to go. Based off the signs there was the north line and the east line. Donny pointed his axe towards the east line. "From what I've heard, this fabled town is due east. Underhaven it's called. A place for exiles, muties, and a bunch of others who don't mind living too close to some blasted out radioactive wasteland. Not exactly what I'd call a comfy, but I'm in no position to be picky." He lowered his axe and looked to Cat. "Say if you don't mind me asking... What's your colony anyways? Like where was it at."
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Donny peeked inside the room, whistling when he spotted the tool box. "Hotdamn. Something like this would get you one hell of a gun, maybe even your own pad. Sure this might be simple shop stuff in the past but no one's making proper tools in this day and age. Shit like this is more valuable than gold."[/color] Donny made sure to examine each and every item, verifying the integrity of it before securing the toolbox on his bag. When you showed him the glowstick he also nodded in appreciation. "Funny. I remember a time where something like this was a toy you play with at the pool. Box of this would set us up for a few days, and we can just leave it strapped on our bodies or even tied to the muzzles of our guns if need be." At the mention of making a torch, Donny looked at the old mop in the cabinet. "A torch huh? I think I can think of something. I a bit of cloth, can mix it with one of my petrol bottles. Tie it to what's left of that broom stick and we got a torch, though we'll need to break the stick down a bit what with it being so brittle and shit."
Taking the mop handle, Donny was able to break it easily with just his hands. He broke it into three parts, then took out one of his Fire Bombs from his bag. He removed the cloth to bind the sticks together, and now just needed to make the torch end. So he used another length of his rope, making a large bundle around one end. Finally he soaked it in oil, and using his lighter, lit it up. The torch illuminated about twenty feet around, allowing both Cat and Donny to see their immediate surroundings. Not that there was much too see, but at least it was better than nothing. "We got about an hour, maybe hour-thirty, before this torch runs dry. With any luck we'll find a decent place to set up camp before than, if not we'll at least have those glowsticks to use." Putting his lighter away, Donny had his axe out and torch in hand. He thought he looked somewhat funny: as a kid he always wanted to be some fantasy adventurer, armed with a sword and shield looking for monsters to slay. But now he was older, wearing metal armor and armed with an axe and torch, and he just wants to find a safe play to lay down and take a nap. "Let's get moving."
Taking the mop handle, Donny was able to break it easily with just his hands. He broke it into three parts, then took out one of his Fire Bombs from his bag. He removed the cloth to bind the sticks together, and now just needed to make the torch end. So he used another length of his rope, making a large bundle around one end. Finally he soaked it in oil, and using his lighter, lit it up. The torch illuminated about twenty feet around, allowing both Cat and Donny to see their immediate surroundings. Not that there was much too see, but at least it was better than nothing. "We got about an hour, maybe hour-thirty, before this torch runs dry. With any luck we'll find a decent place to set up camp before than, if not we'll at least have those glowsticks to use." Putting his lighter away, Donny had his axe out and torch in hand. He thought he looked somewhat funny: as a kid he always wanted to be some fantasy adventurer, armed with a sword and shield looking for monsters to slay. But now he was older, wearing metal armor and armed with an axe and torch, and he just wants to find a safe play to lay down and take a nap. "Let's get moving."
It took Cat a few minutes. Minutes that felt like hours because of how careful she'd need to be. Donny kept his eyes elsewhere, watching her back as his lighter provided a scant amount of illumination. After about ten minutes there's a click, and Cat was able to open the lock. The door was still frozen shut, but all it'll take is a shoulder bump for the door popped off it's frame without much noise. "Nice work. I'll keep my eyes peeled here, take a look inside and see if you find anything useful." Donny says as he turns to watch for any danger coming.
Inside of the maintenance closet was a cabinet, a mop bucket, and a small work table. The first thing that may catch Cat's eye was that on the work table was a tool box: practically a treasure chest in this day and age. Inside was a box of nails, a roll of duct tape, two hammers, a pipe wrench, a set of screwdrivers, and a few random screws, bolts, and washers. Seemingly useless for some, but for any skilled scavenger or technician Cat may as well had found a Holy Grail. They weren't even in that bad of a condition: dusty and smelling like industrial grease perhaps but the toolbox was sealed well enough to prevent moisture from creating any rust. Looking elsewhere around the room she'd find a pair of rubber boots. More for keeping your feet dry when cleaning a spill than keeping them warm in a blizzard, but it wasn't unusual for someone to stuff these sort of boots with cloth and seal it with tape.
Finally there was the cabinet. There was a dirty mop in here that was made of wood, so it's so brittle now that just touching it might shatter it. But there were two other treasures here that Cat would most likely be interested in. The first was a three-foot long, four pound stainless steel crowbar. Though it had a layer of rust on it, it was still solid, good to bludgeon someone or pop open a stubborn door. If Cat had this when she ran into the this door she could've easily opened it by force. And the second was a true treasure. It was a box of Industrial Green Glowstick, used for emergencies where illumination is needed and the power is out. Just like right now. Thanks to the cardboard box and chemical solution, none of them were frozen either. There were twelve in total. All you had to do was crack one and it'll provide illumination for up to 10 hours, or so it says on the box.
Inside of the maintenance closet was a cabinet, a mop bucket, and a small work table. The first thing that may catch Cat's eye was that on the work table was a tool box: practically a treasure chest in this day and age. Inside was a box of nails, a roll of duct tape, two hammers, a pipe wrench, a set of screwdrivers, and a few random screws, bolts, and washers. Seemingly useless for some, but for any skilled scavenger or technician Cat may as well had found a Holy Grail. They weren't even in that bad of a condition: dusty and smelling like industrial grease perhaps but the toolbox was sealed well enough to prevent moisture from creating any rust. Looking elsewhere around the room she'd find a pair of rubber boots. More for keeping your feet dry when cleaning a spill than keeping them warm in a blizzard, but it wasn't unusual for someone to stuff these sort of boots with cloth and seal it with tape.
Finally there was the cabinet. There was a dirty mop in here that was made of wood, so it's so brittle now that just touching it might shatter it. But there were two other treasures here that Cat would most likely be interested in. The first was a three-foot long, four pound stainless steel crowbar. Though it had a layer of rust on it, it was still solid, good to bludgeon someone or pop open a stubborn door. If Cat had this when she ran into the this door she could've easily opened it by force. And the second was a true treasure. It was a box of Industrial Green Glowstick, used for emergencies where illumination is needed and the power is out. Just like right now. Thanks to the cardboard box and chemical solution, none of them were frozen either. There were twelve in total. All you had to do was crack one and it'll provide illumination for up to 10 hours, or so it says on the box.
As Cat got closer she could make out more details on the door that she couldn't have noticed as easily in the darkness. It actually looks like someone had tried to get in a long time ago, as the lock was beaten and the edges of the door splintered, but it looks like they failed. There was ice around the door frame itself freezing it in place, but sufficient enough force could likely knock the door off it's hinges. Alternatively, if the lock itself was disabled, it would make it much easier to push open the door. Donny came over with his lighter to try and illuminate the door some more. "Locked huh? Hmm... Not much of a locksmith, but I might have something."
Turning the lighter off Donny dug through his pack before he found what he was looking for, than turned his lighter back on and handed it to Cat. it looked like a small screwdriver and a small metal hook. "Might not work but it's better than nothing. Usually we just broke open locks but this sort of pick is good for gunlocks and other small mechanisms. This is probably a basic pin tumbler, so you just need to positions the pin in place and torque the lock once they're set. I'll hold the light up so you can see, try to work it open." As Donny held the lighter close to the lock Cat could see that the tools she was given weren't the best. If she messed up opening the lock, she's liable to break the pick inside of the lock and render it effectively useless.
Turning the lighter off Donny dug through his pack before he found what he was looking for, than turned his lighter back on and handed it to Cat. it looked like a small screwdriver and a small metal hook. "Might not work but it's better than nothing. Usually we just broke open locks but this sort of pick is good for gunlocks and other small mechanisms. This is probably a basic pin tumbler, so you just need to positions the pin in place and torque the lock once they're set. I'll hold the light up so you can see, try to work it open." As Donny held the lighter close to the lock Cat could see that the tools she was given weren't the best. If she messed up opening the lock, she's liable to break the pick inside of the lock and render it effectively useless.
The bullets put the Crab Brute down for sure. And if that wasn't enough, than when Donny took his axe and hacked off it's face, it was surely dead. He cracks his neck as he looks down at the creature, then back at Cat. "This is good eating." The Crab Brute had some edible meat in it's claws, legs, and around it's head area. Had they the tools for it they could even take it's shell for decent armor plating, however even Donny wasn't sure if he could work it into anything with what he has on hand. "Crab Brute shells are hella tough, like rocks. But they're stupid light too. If I had a good saw or chisel I could break down the shell into plates, maybe make some armor out of it. But since I don't we'll just have to leave it behind. Don't need the extra weight." Instead Donny hacked off the claws and legs, tying them with some of his rope. It dripped a sickening yellow liquid, the strange blood of Crab Brutes.
It didn't seem like there were any other threats down there. Most of the tunnel was collapsed, but there was still enough space for Cat and Donny to move through. Reloading his pistol Donny took the lead, mostly just to ensure that he can fit through some of the tighter spaces. The underground metro area was cold, dark, and damp. Donny couldn't see a thing so he had to use his lighter just to provide a bit of illumination. "Dammit. Should've swiped a flashlight. Can't see shit." But for Cat, her eyes adapted quickly to the darkness. While she still couldn't see far she could make out more details in the darkness than Donny could. There wasn't much to see of course, just a lot of dust, water puddles, and icicles. But one thing that you would see that Donny didn't was a maintenance closet. It looked like it was locked, but also doesn't look like anyone has tried to open it, ever. There was no telling what might've been inside.
It didn't seem like there were any other threats down there. Most of the tunnel was collapsed, but there was still enough space for Cat and Donny to move through. Reloading his pistol Donny took the lead, mostly just to ensure that he can fit through some of the tighter spaces. The underground metro area was cold, dark, and damp. Donny couldn't see a thing so he had to use his lighter just to provide a bit of illumination. "Dammit. Should've swiped a flashlight. Can't see shit." But for Cat, her eyes adapted quickly to the darkness. While she still couldn't see far she could make out more details in the darkness than Donny could. There wasn't much to see of course, just a lot of dust, water puddles, and icicles. But one thing that you would see that Donny didn't was a maintenance closet. It looked like it was locked, but also doesn't look like anyone has tried to open it, ever. There was no telling what might've been inside.
Tungsten was glad to see Faetalis among the living. If anything were to have happened to her he would have killed everyone in this room and then himself. Probably. When she stirred and wished to stand on her own feet Tungsten gently let her go and continue to kneel by her side, listening obediently. She was quick on the uptake and has already surmised that the guild has not merely been attacked, but transported. Tungsten suspected as much but he was glad to know he was correct. Additionally her powers still functioned, something that Tungsten did not consider: it was very possible not only have they moved locations but worlds as well. Tungsten has only heard of such a phenomenon from the Creators, tales of heroes transported to another world with realities far different from their own. For all Tungsten knew some of his own abilities may not function in this world. Or even some technology. It was something he needed to check on.
Faetalis wanted to know how the others were faring. Even in such a disaster, she cared for the Factory Lords. Tungsten bowed his head and spoke. ”The Big Scrap Alley is in critical condition. We are separate from the guild’s power grid, unable to receive or provide energy to guild resources. The three auxiliary generators are nonfunctional due to damages. The Titian Fleet has sustained critical damages as well. The entirety of the Boneyard is destroyed. Finally the Inferno Engine is no longer powered by geothermal vents and without the auxiliary generators it is entirely nonfunctional.” Tungsten hated to only be able to report bad news. Even if he told Faetalis how he and his skeleton soldiers prevented a meltdown, that was hardly worth praise considering that is simply an expectation of their duties. However he knew he could somehow turn this into a more positive twist.
”The three auxilary generators are still functional however, and merely need repair and reconnection to the Infernal Engine, which is within the ability and resources of Big Scrap Alley. Once the Infernal Engine reawakens we can resume recycling duties and convert any scrap or unneeded remains of the guild into fuel or raw materials to rebuild.” While Tungsten never hopes it would come to this, it’s entirely possible for the Inferno Engine to even recycle the remains of the various faculties or even factories. He wasn’t certain of the efficiency of it: without at least the power of three auxilary generators, the Inferno Engine cannot do a 100% recycle. But it can at least push for 80% with one generator, which was leagues better than what other recycling plants are generally capable of.
Additionally there are still 104 Cyber Skeletons available for any labor or military uses, and Creator AlphaQ’s personal armory has sustained no damage. Rebuilding and repairing Big Scrap Alley is doable with its own excess of raw materials, and we can provide additional support to any Factory that needs our assistance. We are at your command Creator Faetalis.”
Faetalis wanted to know how the others were faring. Even in such a disaster, she cared for the Factory Lords. Tungsten bowed his head and spoke. ”The Big Scrap Alley is in critical condition. We are separate from the guild’s power grid, unable to receive or provide energy to guild resources. The three auxiliary generators are nonfunctional due to damages. The Titian Fleet has sustained critical damages as well. The entirety of the Boneyard is destroyed. Finally the Inferno Engine is no longer powered by geothermal vents and without the auxiliary generators it is entirely nonfunctional.” Tungsten hated to only be able to report bad news. Even if he told Faetalis how he and his skeleton soldiers prevented a meltdown, that was hardly worth praise considering that is simply an expectation of their duties. However he knew he could somehow turn this into a more positive twist.
”The three auxilary generators are still functional however, and merely need repair and reconnection to the Infernal Engine, which is within the ability and resources of Big Scrap Alley. Once the Infernal Engine reawakens we can resume recycling duties and convert any scrap or unneeded remains of the guild into fuel or raw materials to rebuild.” While Tungsten never hopes it would come to this, it’s entirely possible for the Inferno Engine to even recycle the remains of the various faculties or even factories. He wasn’t certain of the efficiency of it: without at least the power of three auxilary generators, the Inferno Engine cannot do a 100% recycle. But it can at least push for 80% with one generator, which was leagues better than what other recycling plants are generally capable of.
Additionally there are still 104 Cyber Skeletons available for any labor or military uses, and Creator AlphaQ’s personal armory has sustained no damage. Rebuilding and repairing Big Scrap Alley is doable with its own excess of raw materials, and we can provide additional support to any Factory that needs our assistance. We are at your command Creator Faetalis.”
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