PrinceAlexus

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Fazzone made me chuckle. What do you promote cannon fodder to? Meatshield Manager?

@JFK

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Enzo meets Fabio lol.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

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And my pist, im bad at describing thjngs. But more like he ordering a really short rifle calibre gun, more defense size than a full rifle but with ernough hit to stop whatever zombies, creatures from hell, or anything else rhey encounter hopefully.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

Enzo saw Graves was already geared up and ready, clad in a very similar kit to his team; they looked like a sea of uniform In a world of people who were anything but. Very much on the other side, well they were very much more like whatever people felt comfortable with, or just wanted to use. “Hey boss, sorry about delays on stuff, every time I tried to order, something went wrong. So, I had to resort to Walmart…” He said as he shrugged, a minimum 300 + plus pounds of man, armour and gear stood around. He was stuck hauling people's heavy shit too but the breaching hammer was a great tool for non explosive work and when you needed to get creative to solve problems.

“Agh… yes.” He said a little less confidently in regard to his load out and the gun that was more akin to mobile artillery given he was not meant to be in the first wave. “Half my kit got busted or left behind when I was injured. I was caught in a blast, my gear and pack took most of it, armour was busted. Did what felt like half the job hauling a heavy machine gun, and could not hit a barn door with it.” He paused and while not direct action, he knew it could be very dangerous, and shit did tend to happen when you got careless. He was pretty decent with a semi auto and pistol but anything auto and oddly all his accuracy went into the void. He showed the gun, a European design with drum mag and lights plus a short range optic.

“It was to borrow this, or be stuck with a pistol only short notice. I'm keeping it for surprises sir. I've got to order a custom compact but larger grip 6.8mm but I've been pretty busy with all the mission ready, physio, getting signed off.” He said a little embarrassed, between work, physio and everything.. things had not been sorted as they could have been. "Someone thought i might be the best with a breaching hammer... I have no idea why they ask me." He joked more easily and gestured to the tool hanging off his gear.

“i marked a few Interesting points on the pad for later,where might be critical, or just what not make sense. There's a lot of .. and not so many firm answers on the plans. I'll only find out inside." He said pivoting to the building and the mission. He was meant to be the one who worked things out but until he got inside with the limited information he was going to have to work it out as he went along.

DELTΔ HYPER (Anti-Gravity Racing, Cyberpunk/Solarpunk RP)

Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.

FAS. Speed City.
03 -11 - 2094.

FAS

FAS salt flats.
03-11-2094

…

Too damn. Hot. Bellatrix first thought of this dusty flat desert- like place. Landing in this part of the Federated states was not her favourite.

She walked across the scorching party atmosphere drinking from a beer, the crew had a whole tent shaped upside down boat set up complete with pyrotechnics they planned to use at night. It was all chaos as Bellatrix walked down past a row of stalls and stands selling everything from swarma to deep fried snake and more besides. Team Nordic had gone over the top, way over but they had just embraced the crazy and several arguments with the marketing horny goblins, her PR manager, the team and some rather overly enthusiastic design students later had managed to get her into a rather eye-catching outfit

Wearing an “Metalic” stomach baring breastplate of a kind, thankfully not metal in the extreme heat, shiny leggings with straps, matching knee pads, strap line painted all the way up one arm, viking style face paint down and across one eye with a princess Tiara, decorated her belt with a tea cup, and a few random other items. All in all it was ridiculous but the team had all decided to be ridiculous and once it was made, she was somewhat stuck. They had blended shield maiden, mad max, a princess and whatever drugs the designers were on as she walked to the media area. The beer would not be on air but with all the stress they had getting the cars ready and here…damn did she need this beer!

A very French accent and a very European greeting came, Bellatrix knew her almost like a 6th sense these days.

“Ma Ren…im dressed, im wearing whatever, im gonna do the chat segment. Relax dear. Do you need my beer?” Bellstrix said as she was caught up by her Media manager who somehow looked stylish in a post apocalypse dress up and linked her arm and walked along in a way that she was meant to be there at this time and place as God's foretold.

“Ma Belle, you look crazy, but that's what the team wants… come on, walk with me, we stopping by a friend of mine first.” She said without any thought it might be refused and took a side way to meet a reporter from an up and coming online Magazine , getting a few photos and details swapped before they headed off.

…

FAS.

Media Day.
03-11-2094

Bellatrix smiled and introduced her segment, with a gesture the screen switched. “Enjoy, and we had fun making this.”

The cut went from her in the studio to an image of a dragon swooping over the Nordic fjord and factory then transformed into a Welsh dragon that spit flames that then morphed into a cut of high speed racing and a mix of over takes and other pre recorded shots from archive footage. It showed the good, the bad, and the winning, the losing. Racing was a roller coaster of emotions but Bellatrix last shot was her getting back kn after her bad crash giving a thumbs up as the cockpit locked, showing both the fear and confidence at same time.

The surprise came with a switch to Bellatrix in the drawing room of her home. “And here comes the child photos! Have fun. Remember, you can do anything! We all started small.” Her brother came into shot as Bellatrix was pouring tea from a silver pot. “Except get taller Little sis. Always been a pixie. You always dragged me to some race or so.”

“Princess, more like. Younger Brother minion, you helped push the car. enjoy.” She said taking and tossed a cushion at him the second the photos started from her as a small child sat on her fathers lap in a fighter jet, young Bellatrix racing in a bright pink helmet and go kart that looked rather out of proportion and shaky home video from family cameras, a short version from first race to a photo of her with a drink raised celebrating her first full senior AG race with team mates and rivals from the Junior AG league.

They had also mixed in some photos with fans of all ages, young to old sent in and chosen for video. Racing was not just about Bellatrix but those who enjoyed watching it too.

“You always needed a booster seat.” Her brother teased and said as the pictures, and video section closed. “And, enjoy some great voice over work, she said it enough times.”

“This is why they say never work with children or pets.. Siblings especially.” Bellatrix dead panned, they decided humour would help and hopefully make it more than just a standard video of clips and inspirational quotes. The scene changed to Bellatrix sat by the Fjord in Sweden with a sun rising behind down a golden lit vita behind her.

Floki had gone all out in cackling madness and made a throne out of a Viking saga that she was seated upon with carved raven for Nordic Call and a Welsh dragon enclosed in Welsh Knot designs. “Hello, me again, this time in Sweden, magic right.” She joked in the segment and turned to face the camera, easy, confident and smooth. “Your road will not look like my road, or someone else's. But you do not know if you do not take that step. Look out formula AG, im coming to win!

I hope you all enjoy our racing we have coming up, Nordic Call will be giving it our all no matter what race or country. I hope you welcome me like you did in Australia and I can give you a great show. ” She said thanking the fans, because without the fans they would be nobody and unable to do this.

Keeping the fans happy was key, racers could lose but losing the fans and support could end a career even faster! Sadly a lot came down to the money and the metrics.

…

The video closed and Bellatrix did her part till cameras stopped rolling, flopping back and with a relieved expression. “Im happy to help, but you media folk sure do keep us busy.” She said as caught a bottle of water and plugged some down, the heat was a bitch still.

FAS.

A Quiet spot. Pilots tent.
03-11-2094

…

Reaching the Pilots area she headed to get away from the team for a bit and realise something… They trusted some pilots to race at god knows what speed and did not let them legally buy beer in this country. Seems kinda an odd arrangement.

Finding a healthy salad lunch, pasta and chicken with some added extras, Bellatrix found a spot to escape the madness, the party was great and ever so fun but the heat, the people, the party.. She was Red haired… even the factor 70 sunscreen was feeling the heat after a time, the sun was constant, intense and did not relent. Even the sand and salt kept the heat over and far into hours of the night.

She would let the team handle the rest, and hopefully Astrid had shown some cracks and moments… They were team mates now, it felt a lot more comfortable than it did before.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

Typical work, no one was told much as the plans were half redacted. Enzo left talking to someone, gym stuff and how after his injury he needed to work a little to get everything back as before. He was blessed with good genes but a lot of hard work, and many hours of a carefully planned routine, diet and other factors. One did not take the eay route of chemicals theh only left you fucked in the head and the gains all failed soon as you stopped.

No, he was mission focused now as he headed to the armory hoping they would have some gear to fit him once he got a tablet uploaded with the building plans, the known specs they were allowed to see and stuff like Google maps images, anything to help him plan what to expect. The European guy he worked with Stepen…really he was some kind of assumed name but as long as he did his job, Enzo was fine with it. Never met normal people in this job. He was tight lipped about his background to say the least but he never had betrayed him so he got along fine.

“Did it come back in? My old armour was busted up.” He asked having changed with a pretty standard long sleeved top in basic camo for more protection..His armour had to be made to measure as the Armourer grunted with annoyance. “Yes, bloody too heavy too, try not need more. Your old kit was utterly busted. So I raided the freak of nature Isle…” He said without any kind of shame and dropped a pretty standard style pistol most people went on average for. “FN509, 24 rounds, 9mm, let me know your custom order later. Profile said you are good with a rifle, crap at auto and you can handle recoil.. correct.”

Returning with a hefty shotgun that looked like Frankenstein project. “10 gauge Semi. Bullpop drum mag because you euros are bloody crazy that way, recoil compensated but …, custom magazine, made for order and left here. Hits like a bloody truck, and got some spare holo optics on it.”

The shotgun did fit snugly into the Europeans shoulder, he hoped not to use it but then again… it would hit like a truck. Those shells where not 100% factory stuff...

“Nothing else your size this short notice. Fill out the custom forms after.” He said handing over multiple large magazines, bullets, and rest of his gear that was needed.

“Fine, you do love to remind me how I make your day harder.” He joked with the Armourer who tended to be salty… but knew his trade very very well.

….

Loaded up he had everything ready, med kit backpack and webbing with all his various tools of trade, a rugged tablet hung off his chest with plans, and information. He already had partly annotated suspected main power lines and water, where something important might be. Whatever this place did. Someone gave him a short breaching hammer too, much as he disliked being type cast. He was very good at breaking things with it.

He reached the hanger somewhat in a misfit kit after his injury, but it would all get replaced by the next mission, they were pretty good about that. “Wagner. E.” He added the new tape to his chest rig alongside the company logo having to pull the shiny plastic off it.

“Ready to go?” He asked Stepen who looked outfitted rather menacingly but he just had the big shotgun least for most people, hanging half off his chest and was not intimidated though, the direct action cohort gathered off to the side, their own little circle of teams and waited for the others.

"Had to take whatever they had, it il do, but I miss the 30mm..." He said thinking about the 30mm magazine fed grenade launcher he had got one job, that was he had to admit. Pretty awesome bit of kit.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Hmm. What kind of thing to give the guy who bench press bunker doors.

Somthing silly, sensible or so...

Roleplaying mutism and disability

@Birdboy

Your challenge wouls be you'd need to line up altentive forms of expression and communication beyond words. That's harder to convey in posts, doable but harder.

And its usually triggered by stress, pressure or such things, so you'd have to narrow down what the trigger / release is for the mutism ahead of time.

Also narrow down, the how, when and the mechanics of the character ahead of time, all the little things first. Alot of prior prep and planning..

Ban the User Above You

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Ban the User Above You

Banned.

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world / Life in plastic"

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren did notice the priestess enter, her head turning to see the older woman's approach, scarred and much more like the one of her kin people expected. However Ren had valued her help in the hydro labs, it was too much work to get things running from scratch for one alone in reasonable time, knew at least the basics of lab work and knew enough that Ren rarely had to explain anything twice.

She just got on with it and had found comfort in the others' companionship, it helped fill the silence, when alone Ren had taken to distracting herself with music or other things played through the consoles.

“Hello Vitiafa, greetings. I already checked the seedlings, I got up early and . Yeah.” Ren was not entirely getting a 100% healthy amount of sleep but she did not sleep well now and it was easier to work on the plants, tend to them, Channel things away from the darkness. She took a more respectful tone to the elder of her kin than the Doctor though and her thoughts dropped off a cliff glad for the distraction and cut to talk of a gym.

“Il take a look..” Her words said with a small yawn and thanked them, eating some of her meal with a small smile and enjoying the spicy kick. “Somthing different would be … nice.” She chose her word, a distraction to her thoughts, to the chaos in her brain. To give Ren some kind of chance to calm the stormy waters. Even before all this, Ren had a chaotic mind, this just made everything worse and it was hard to calm her thoughts, fears, and the whole fact she felt a little… being a little off the norm in height to her kin had not helped, feeling a little bit like she did not quite fit.

Ren was damaged, but who could endure what they had and come out intact? Knowing what likely effected her and experiencing it was two very different things, maybe a work out would knock her out before bed and make her too tried to dredge up the fires and flee.

All Ren knew was that Chili, mac and cheese was a good combination and made her feel a little better.

@Bingelly