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Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

I just want to join an RP that doesn't die, damnit.

@Iuniper

try a small group of people without a strict posting regiment

so far it's worked for my rp. also helps to find dedicated people, but that's out of anyone's control

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

H O W T O D R I V E A C A R T

When Crow had thrown in his lot with the armor-wearing Grounded man, he had expected harsh times and plenty of struggles ahead in the future. What he hadn't expected was an eruption of chaos immediately after their accord was forged. He also hadn't expected to be thrown into the driver's seat for a vehicle he had only ever seen from far away and high up in the rafters. It was a Grounded device: useful when you couldn't run, swing, and jump everywhere your wanted to go.

The Topdwellers even had converted that fabrics from old Sport shelters into gliders. The price tag read "tent". The fabric was waterproof, and quite strong, and for Topdwellers, it was invaluable. The gliders made from the devices allowed for rapid travel across the Wal. Unfortunately, Crow's glider had been in his nest when he was forced to the ground below.

Instead, he had a cart. He had been placed in control of the vehicle, and had absolutely no idea how to make it work. The pedal obviously controlled the speed, but there was no way to slow down, that he could see. The wheel controlled steering. The pedal was weighted down by a brick, which meant that Crow had no control whatsoever over the speed. Despite the utter madness of what was happening around him, that relieved him. It meant he had a simpler task. Only steering, and surviving.

They were going at an unnatural speed down a huge aisle, being followed by legions of earth-laden hell. Crow was trying desperately to keep things steady. The Sport woman was on the roof, shouting and taunting, while their employer was shooting with his gun. The hooded man, idiot Grounded that he was, had completely ignored the pilfered Lasblaster Crow had thrown on his lap, instead electing to stab the enemy with a wooden spear. Of course the grounded would be so foolish. Give them a tool, and they wouldn't even recognize it.

Another vehicle drew level with Crow, on his side of the cart. A lasso flew from the enemy toward their cart. Crow's hand shot out and grabbed the rope. That was his only hand, so he had to revert to driving with his knees. Easy, he thought, as they swerved maniacally to one side and the next. He yanked with his good arm, pulling the thrower right out of the driver's seat, toward the cart.

Quickly Crow pulled his knife and stabbed the man through the eye. The man died almost instantly and flopped across his scrunched up knees, making driving all the harder. They swerved left, almost careening into the now-driverless tricycle which the dead man had occupied. Crowley cursed and wrenched his hips to the right, dumping the man into the cart. There wasn't really room for him, but they needed his weight for what he was about to try.

"Weight on the right side!" He roared as load as he could. This was going to end badly. Coming up was a narrower (much narrower) side aisle. The steam roller madness couldn't fit in that. He didn't think so, anyway: the massive shelves were too close together. But it would only work if everyone got the hint and weighed down one side of the cart. Otherwise they would just tip over.

"Going to turn! Weight on the right!" He shouted again, hoping they all heard him. No more time to prepare: He wrenched on the wheel as hard as he could, and prayed to the Highroof Gods for their mercy.

Spiritum

Do we want to just keep going anyway? I'm kind of attached

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Also if you like learning, by having to do all this research you get to learn a metric assload about all sorts of interesting topics that you never would have otherwise

Beyond the Storms

/Just lurking is all.

@Skepic

well in the event you wanna get back in i can hook you up with a quick way in

Beyond the Storms

I get that: I didn't go into advanced stuff for a while just cause I felt like people were writing books and I wasnt

then i realized that as long as it's enjoyable and engaging there's no reason not to try advanced: it has its own challenges but you can pull it off

also not like im stalking or anything but @Skepic I see you lurking, ya can still come back if you feel like it

Beyond the Storms

damn right we did. The commitment you guys have shown to this with me have made it one of the longest running RPs I've ever had the pleasure to be a part of. Thank you to everyone involved

Beyond the Storms

Oh, I could have so much fun with this

@Caits

I hope so, the plan was to give everyone some fun

by the by, since there's only four of us, I'm gonna go ahead and say there's no real posting order we have to follow. I like reading whatever is posted, so i dont mind if you guys have back and forths/want to reply to each other. now that summer is here I'll be able to post more like once a week, but still

Beyond the Storms

POST IS UP YO

Sorry about the delay. I had finals, school was ending, I had to drive home, my car was broken, etc etc.

Just something kind of interesting: in my head, we're actually making great time through the plot I have planned. I know it seems like the original point of the mission got a little screwy, but rest assured that I haven't forgotten about good old Conway and they others. And the whole hunt for more obelisks, thing. That's all part of the plot, scout's honor.

Oh, and in the Lore post on page 1, in > The Ring of Thunder > Geralt Storms, there is a hider there which you all might find veeery interesting in relation to the latest post I made...

Beyond the Storms

S M A L L T A L K

"Oh!" Maxine Holloway leaned back in her chair with a scoff that could only be interpreted as polite. "Good heavens, no. Dear girl: today is a festival day! If I made our staff come in on one of Ghalar's premier days of worship, we'd have no staff at all to work with! But then, you couldn't possibly have known that, could you? You remind me of one of our partners: he arrived here some years ago, and he had much the same level of confusion about customs here."

Arn stepped in and deposited another round of drinks, along with the bottle itself. "We are the only Holloway descendants in the building, but there are at least a dozen other clerks and secretaries in here on most days. Can't run an empire with only two of us, can we?" The old woman laughed, and Edward found the sound unimaginably irritating. Like someone had left a set of pictures to develop for too long, with the detail and finesse too sharp. Maybe a bad metaphor, but regardless, he disliked the sound.

"I must hear more of your adventures, but there is a brief amount of business to attend to before that." She turned to look at Edward and Luna, for the first time making eye contact. "Everyone out," she practically sang, pointing toward the door. "Arn, you as well. Ah well...Juliette, stay behind, if you'd be so kind. Arn, before you go, pull up another chair, if you please."

The man called Raymond bristled up and glared at Maxine. "I'll stay as well, if it's all the same to you."

"Nonsense, nonsense. Out with you, Mister Rahlei. I promise, your friend will be taken care of. We are civilized here, are we not? Away with you, young man." The warmth in her voice faded fast, with a clear message: Don't make me ask again.

Raymond looked down at Juliette with an agonizing glance. "Mrs. Holloway--"

"My boy, you are no longer welcome in my company for a short while. Must I summon security?" Steel had appeared in the old woman's eyes, showing no hint of wavering or remorse. "You'll be welcome back shortly. Until then, out."

Raymond looked willing to argue further, but Edward saw what the younger man missed. Maxine Holloway and Constance were very similar in personality, in some ways. The difference was, Maxine was in a far larger position of power to feed her demeanor, and had spent many more years crushing people under her heels. "Come on," he said the Raymond, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We can wait right outside."

"You don't--I...Mrs. Holloway," Raymond said rapidly--Edward could tell he was searching for a way to stay in the room. "You are both so comfortable in your seats there: who will guide Ms. Morrison to her chair? I could--"

"You," said Maxine, suddenly point to Luna, "can assist the dear girl to her seat, I assume. You look mildly competent, if a little...dazzled by all these wondrous things. I suppose where you come from might be a bit lacking in the finery of life, if Constance's tales of barbaric manners are to be believed."

"Come on, Raymond," Collin said, stepping up to the other man. "She will be safe here, I am sure." He tugged at the younger man's arm, until Raymond reluctantly released Juliette and let himself be led outside.

Edward glanced at Luna, then at Constance. He was more worried about the two of them jumping at each other's throats than anything else. "It was good to meet you, Mrs. Holloway. If you wouldn't mind--" he rushed onward as the old woman held up a hand. "After this meeting, if I could interview you for a story I'm writing for a paper back home, I would appreciate that."

Maxine's eyes lit up slightly, and she nodded, but by then Edward had ducked out, shutting the door behind him. "Handsome men, all of them," she said, once she, Constance, Juliette, and Luna were alone. "Utterly unneeded for success, naturally, but one can always admire unnecessary things. Case in point, this company: luxury items sell most delightfully to those who cannot afford them. Ah, wae sorja, Yuliette-oum."

Without breaking stride, the Holloway matriarch switched into flawless Ghalari. "I'd called you here to offer good news to you. I've decided that you and Arn, my grandson, will be wed sometime in the next week or two. I expect to tell your parents shortly and see about beginning the necessary arrangements. It's quite an honor, wouldn't you agree? How wonderful"

She continued to totally ignore Luna, but in a way that everyone in the room would know that it was intentional. As if the woman was saying 'there is no reason for me to communicate with you'.

Then she spoke in Isle Common. "And you, my dear," she said, speaking to Constance now. "I imagine that we'll want to find someone for you as well. As I said before, no one is needed for success, but marriage is still one of the best ways to forge alliances and increase power. Perhaps one of our partners would be interested. One of them is from your home, actually. Joseph Geralt? Brilliant man, just brilliant. But, I'm sure there are dozens of people from your little island, so I don't expect you to know him. A fine man, he is. I shall send for him at once."