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Kurt held the controls of his Graze as steadily as possible as he lined up the shot on the Gjallarhorn mobile suit. While the teenager was waiting for the order to fire, Fox in his Hugo sped past him, firing his rifle. Kurt knew that at this distance those shots would do very little damage but he could see them as warning shots.

As Fox took up a position in some debris, Holly ordered Kurt to take out the enemy Graze’s booster pods. As this was the logical thing to do, Kurt had no problem with the order. Pumping his thrusters, Kurt launched his Graze toward the enemy mobile suit. Raising his rifle, Kurt adjusted its aim, trying to hone in on the Graze Schwalbe’s boosters.

Hoping that the Schwalbe wouldn’t notice him, Kurt hid his Graze between a particularly large piece of debris. Holly then taunted the Schwalbe pilot over an open channel, only to be knocked off course by some gunfire. Martyn took the opportunity to take lead, ordering Kurt to take out the booster pods.

“I know, I know,” replied Kurt over the comms system, “I just need a clear shot.”

The enemy Graze then left the area, heading toward Thom. Taking advantage of this, Kurt left the safety of the debris field and went over to where the Graze Schwalbe had first been spotted. Using his own boosters, Kurt blasted toward the Gjallarhorn wreck and the booster pods that floated near it.

“Alright, here we go,” muttered Kurt.

Once in range, Kurt lined his Graze’s rifle at the booster pods. Letting loose with gunfire, Kurt could only watch as the projectiles barreled through the void of space. As he held his breath, Kurt saw the bullets hit their mark, ripping into one of the pods. Breathing out strongly, Kurt was pretty sure that he had accomplished his mission.

But over his comms he heard Thom say to not let him die. Without thinking, Kurt whipped his Graze around, pointing back at the battle. His stomach felt like it dropped at the prospect of losing another comrade. While he wouldn’t say he was friends with Thom, he did know him enough that he didn’t want him to die.

“Damn it. Hold on,” shouted Kurt over the comms.

Hoping that the booster pods had been rendered unusable, Kurt boosted his Graze back over to the battle. Seeing the Graze Schwalbe right in front of Thom’s Graze-Z, Kurt pushed his mobile suit to the max. He had precious few seconds to get into firing range of the yellow mobile suit, knowing that if he fired now his shots would do nothing.
As someone who is enjoying Ghost Game, I would be interested in participating.
@Master Bruce
So I did end up picking a second character concept. As it is mutant related, I did talk to Ruby and Ezekiel before starting on the sheet to make sure there was no stepping on toes and to collaborate in the future. Anyways I decided to do a team concept: X-Factor.

The Power Ranger vibes are strong with this... which means I'm interested.
@Queen Arya
I'm interested in this as well. But I would like to ask what kind of races would be playable in this? Is it the standard D&D types, something more exotic, or custom races created for this RP?
Another new player who's interested in this.


Reprise of Destruction

1.04: The other side of the trees

Dr. Walter Langkowski breathed raggedly as he followed behind Agent Payne, the S.H.I.E.L.D. operative exchanging gunfire with the squad of unknown soldiers. The Canadian scientist took cover behind a large redwood tree, as he wondered why he hadn’t been assigned a gun. Granted he had never fired a gun before, but Walter would’ve felt better with a weapon of his own.

As the pair of S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives fled the mystery gunmen, Payne tried to call for an extraction, only to discover that something was jamming all the cell signals in this area. As he went from tree to tree, shielding Walter’s body with his own, Payne told the scientist his plan. There was a nearby town called Ferndale where the jamming might not reach to, or if needed they could find a hard line.

“How much farther to town?” asked Walter as he cowered behind a redwood.

“Not sure,” replied Agent Payne in between reloading his gun, “I sort of lost track of distance once we started zigzagging.”

“Great,” responded Walter through gritted teeth.

The pair continued to move among the trees, bullets landing not far from behind them. As Agent Payne poked his head out to try and spot their assailants, he could see a road cutting through the forest. Motioning to Dr. Langkowski, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent fired a few shots before dashing toward the road.

Walter did his best to keep up with Payne, pure adrenaline taking him to the thin road. Once the pair cleared the tree line, they began heading west down the road, hoping to reach the nearby seaside town.

“Not to call bull on your plan, but aren’t we sitting ducks out here?” Walter asked Agent Payne.

But before the agent could respond, the sound of sirens roared up the road. Looking down the road, Walter and Payne could see a police car approaching, its red and blue lights spinning. The car would stop a few meters away from the pair, a sheriff getting out and drawing his weapon.

“I don’t know who the hell you are, but drop your weapon!” shouted the sheriff.

“Alright, be cool,” replied Agent Payne as he placed his gun down on the road, “We’re with S.H.I.E.L.D., and I’ll prove it by showing you my ID.”

As Agent Payne slowly took his ID, Walter held his breath as the sheriff kept his weapon pointed at them. But once the sheriff did get a look at the ID, he lowered his weapon.

“What the hell are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents doing out here?” asked the sheriff as he holstered his gun.

His answer came in the form of gunfire striking the road near the three assembled men, the sheriff exclaiming, “God dammit!”

“Do you mind driving us to town,” asked Agent Payne as he picked up his firearm and returned fire.

“Sure,” replied the sheriff as he too shot at the soldiers in the trees, “Just pile in.”

Walter did need to be told twice as he opened the rear door and took refuge in the backseat. In between shots, the sheriff and Payne got into the front seats. Taking the wheel, the sheriff spun his squad car around, and bolted back toward Ferndale.

“So why are we being shot at?” questioned the sheriff.

“Not sure,” answered Payne, “Why were you here?”

“Responding to reports of gunfire, and before that someone reported an explosion,” stated the sheriff.

At the mention of an explosion, Walter’s ears perked up, “What kind of explosion?”

“I don’t know. A driver apparently heard it coming from the forest as he was driving down this road,” responded the sheriff.

“Well that’s why we are here,” explained Walter, “We detected a gamma radiation event.”

“Radiation?” asked the sheriff, his face very concerned looking, “Do we need to evacuate the town?”

“I don’t think so. It seemed to be a small, controlled explosion, probably some kind of experiment,” theorized Walter.

“Isn’t that against the law? How the hell do you even make gamma radiation?” asked an incredulous sheriff.

“Well clearly these guys don’t care about the law,” interjected Agent Payne, “And these guys have some kind of backing. Those guys shooting at us were clearly military trained.”

The three of them didn’t talk for the next few minutes, still in shock from the battle that they had just escaped. Off in the distance Walter was able to see the first few buildings of Ferndale. But as they got more into focus, Walter could see that the road was barricaded, vehicles and soldiers blocking any further driving.

Seeing this, the sheriff attempted to reverse his vehicle, only for more vehicles to pour out of the woods, blocking their escape. Walter started to panic as he realized that they were surrounded. A group of soldiers with rifles in hand then approached the squad car, forcing the three men out onto the road.

“What should we do with them Captain Blonsky?” asked one of the soldiers.

“Well, I’m all for killing them,” replied the Captain with a sneer.

“Wait a minute,” said a voice from within one of the military jeeps, “I recognize one of them.”

A man with a thick beard got out, Walter recognizing him as well, “Dr. Crawford? Why?”

“Yes it has been awhile Dr. Langkowski. You should spare him, he’s an expert in the study of gamma radiation,” stated Dr. Crawford.

“So the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and the cop are fair game?” asked Captain Blonsky.

“Sure, go ahead,” answered Crawford as he had soldiers pull Walter away from the other two men.

“In that case, I’d like to test my new powers,” said Blonsky as he dropped his rifle.

The Captain’s eyes flashed green as his body began to ripple. In a few seconds his musculature doubled in size, as his skin turned gray in color. Blonsky’s tactical gear began to rip as his body grew, some pieces falling to the floor, others just dangling onto his massive frame. In thirty seconds, where once the Captain stood was now an Abomination of some kind.

“Alright, who would like to be smashed first?” asked the massive creature.

Dr. Langkowski looked back in horror as the Abomination raised both fists. But before he could see what happened, a bag was placed over his head.

“Please ignore that brutality Dr. Langkowski,” said Crawford, “You’ll be coming with me. We have a lot to discuss.”

Walter began to hyperventilate in the small confines of the bag. This whole life or death situation had brought on a panic attack, his first one in years. As Walter struggled to breath, he felt himself being placed in the back of a jeep.

“What the hell is going on?” asked Walter through the bag.

“Simply survival,” muttered Dr. Crawford.

Walter had no idea what that meant as he felt the jeep begin to move. The presence of Dr. Crawford here perplexed him, as he had been told that the gamma radiation studier had retired. Yet here he was with these mystery soldiers.
Thanks for clarifying that guys. I've finished the post and put it up.
Roger Conti


Location: Eukary University, Open House Stalls
Interactions: Eddie @Appalo



Roger delicately opened the tripod on which the vintage 16mm projector sat. He knew that if he broke it he would owe the school several hundred dollars, and that was only if the school could find a working projector from a nearby seller. Shipping something as delicate as a retro film projector would also add quite a bit of cost to replacing it.

But Roger pushed those thoughts of the worst possible scenario out of his mind as he finished setting up the projector. Across the grassy field, Marco was just finishing up with putting the projector screen up. And with Niles, Kristi, and several other film students unfolding the many metal chairs for the audience. While Roger wanted to be positive and think that they would get a full house, he did wonder how many people would actually sit down to watch student films.

But Roger’s musings were interrupted by a good morning in a familiar European accent. The Capybara turned to see Eddie the Bernese Mountain Dog, his new roommate, waving at him. Roger waved back as he considered how great a roommate he was compared to his first one. When Roger had started at Eukary University, his roommate was a pot dealing Mountain Goat. He never kept his half of the room clean, and made drug deals in their room. Luckily for Roger he got kicked out of the University. And then a week after that he was replaced by Eddie, as the Bernese Mountain Dog had started in the middle of the semester.

What Roger knew about Eddie was limited, just knowing that he was from a rich Swiss family. Also he had a scary bodyguard. But Eddie seemed to have shaken off his bodyguard as he approached the stalls of the open house. In Roger’s roommate’s hands was a large bag, indicating he had actually gone into the city proper. As far as Roger knew, this was his first time.

Eddie then revealed that the bag was full of bagels and offered them to all the gathered film students. As Eddie opened the bag, Roger saw that there were literally dozens of bagels inside.

As Roger took an everything bagel he said, “While I appreciate the generosity, you might have gone a little overboard.”

“Speak for yourself,” stated Niles the Bear as he grabbed several bagels.

“You said it hon,” added Kristi the Badger as she took just as many bagels.

Roger laughed slightly before taking a bite of the bagel. It was quite good, meaning that Eddie had found one of the better bagel shops in the city. As Roger was done about half of it, Eddie asked how the booth was doing.

“Well, it’s still really early, so no one has really shown up and asked about the film department,” stated Roger, “But I’m sure people will be interested. We haven’t even started showing the student films. We’re supposed to wait on Professor Harding before we can start up the projector.”

“That does make me question, where is Professor Harding?” interjected Marco the Llama.

“I think I saw him outside the film storage room,” answered a Fox, one of the film students Roger didn’t really know, “Said something about looking his best.”

“He does realize that this is an open house, not a red carpet,” chuckled Kristi in between bites of bagels.

Roger then turned to Eddie as he finished his bagel, “Well you’re welcome to hang with us until Harding shows up. That is unless you ended up deciding to work at the business or pharmaceutical stalls?”

Roger felt bad that he hadn’t inquired with his roommate about his plans for the open house beforehand. Roger had been so enraptured in working with the film department, that he had neglected to even ask. A feeling of awkwardness overtook Roger as he looked at Eddie. Not wanting to remain in silence, Roger decided to speak up.

“Is it cool if I take another bagel?”
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