pyroman

Fallout - Vault 127

Portland Oregon, like many other areas in the United States (and southern areas of Canada), was one of the locations that the company known as Vault-Tec decided to create fallout shelters in. After the original string of Vaults across the nation, Vault-Tec came to two realizations; that there was going to be actual nuclear fallout, and that there were still more tests on humans to be done and researched. With these two bits of knowledge, they created another sect of vaults from the north-west all the way to the mid west.

Even without the help of the government, Vault-Tec had been given truck-loads of money to make more vaults to keep people safe. Private contractors, rich people who wanted vaults for just themselves and their friends, private military organizations, and so fourth. Vault-Tec could not deny them, and the north-western sect of vaults was created.

One of these many vaults was Vault number one hundred and twenty seven, having been created in secret, and advertised in a similar manner. Those who could crack the codes and find out what was what were given invitations for their families to live in this new vault. The vault itself was riddled with puzzles and passphrases, and as the time passed within the vault, the dwellers grew accustomed to the ever increasing difficulty of the puzzles in their home, birthing smarter and smarter children as the time went on. Not only were there mental puzzles, but physical ones as well, forcing each crop of children to become better than their parents in nearly every way. The overseer test, as it was known to many, was a neigh-impossible test of skills, wit, and smarts that would decide who would take on the overseer position next. If the overseer were to die, then a new one would be chosen at complete random. To those who led the vault, it was known as the Overseer's secret for reasons that the dwellers have yet to figure out.

The Vault was never meant to be opened with the rest of the vaults in the area. When the signal was released, this vault was to much longer after the signal before opening. Unknowingly, the doors to the secret half of the vault were found as well, and every member of Vault-Tec staff was required to merge with the rest of the vault, telling the overseer everything that has been going on, and allow them to do what they will with the vault and it's future. It was time for the rats to released from their cage.

The year is 2377, and how will these people react to the desolate new world?

We Are the Crystal Gems

Mars and Candice, the Space-age Starship

*Jumps off cliff for horrible, one man joke and pun*

Those Out of Time - Nallore and Pyroman

Smart phones were a magical thing, that was certain. Even though they were still on call with one another, modern day technology allowed people to remain on call while also using their phone for other things, such as taking pictures of getting directions to wherever they needed to go. Shoes on feet and phone in hand, Brendon exited his apartment and locked the door behind himself, patting down his body with his free hand to make sure that he had everything. He sighed a curse, forgetting to bring a light jacket. It was getting colder, and a jacket would certainly help his non-heat-retaining body. The door was unlocked and a jacket was pulled from the little rack near the entrance and he was once again on his way to wherever he was going.

Brendon's feet carried him down the hallway and to the stairs, leading down to the cafe on the first floor. His own apartment was on the fourth floor, as the owners owned the first, second, and third. Apparently, they were trying to get an elevator working for ease for everyone living there, but it wasn't anywhere near done, and only space for the shaft had been created so far.

His feet hit the bottom of the stairs to reveal the cafe in it's entirety. The Emperor Cafe, as it was known to the people of Capitol Hill, was a little internet cafe and breakfast spot on the corner of E Mercer St and 10th Avenue. A church, a dessert bar, and another coffee house all resided on the same square as Emperor Cafe, but they all lived in harmony, for the most part. The cafe in question was styled after Japan's appearance during the Edo period. At the time, the Shogun had more power over the Emperor, but the name Shogun was already taken. He was rather quiet over the phone, looking at the image of the watch that she had sent him.

The pocket watch in question was a sight to behold, surely, but something about the air of it, even through a picutre, seemed off. The pieces of what he assumed to be a black metal were dark, seeming to be shining darkness itself, while the gold pieces were on the other end of the spectrum, too gold and too shiny. It wasn't uncommon for older watches to hold multiple dials for the date and year, which this one had as well, but it seemed far too new when compared to the inner workings and its general style.

He took a seat near one of the windows at the cafe, looking out and pulling a set of ear phones out of the jacket pocket and plugging them into the phone. He set the little buds into his ears and continued the conversation so only he could hear her. "Nothing much." His answer once again was strange and awkward. "Teaching, still getting the hang of things. And yourself?" Before he could continue with the conversation, he reminded himself to tell her where she was going. "Oh, meet me at Emperor Cafe, Capitol Hill, on the corner of E Mercer and Tenth. The street next to Broadway, there's a church and a few other places on the square, you can't miss the big Japanese sign outside."

We Are the Crystal Gems

I'm not going to speak too much on the possible reboot, but if it does happen, can we at least try to pass the anniversary of this one first?

We Are the Crystal Gems

@Akayaofthemoonthanks!

Those Out of Time - Nallore and Pyroman

Jessica Jordan, her name he could hear through the speaker on his phone. He remembered her somewhat over the past couple years, having been her friend in High School and even kept in contact with him up until about two years ago as their jobs kept them further apart than before. Her voice brought her face into his mind, mainly remembering how she had looked back in High School than in college. Any big job regarding hospitals and dental offices took more time in college than teaching jobs did. It was no real surprise that he had drifted away from her.

Her call was out of the blue, and her reason for calling him seemed just as, if not more random than the call itself. She wanted for him to examine a pocket watch for her? That was an odd request, especially coming from someone who had not spoken with Brendon for two years. Maybe she wanted an appraisal for it without calling in a big professional? Whatever her reasons were for coming to him with the strange request, he would have to find out in due time. "Well, what's it look like?" His question was plain and somewhat awkward. He didn't even know if she was still in Seattle or not, so he couldn't ask her to meet him somewhere to look over it, or for him to come over, or even vice-versa. "Are you still in the Seattle area? If you are, we can meet somewhere and I can go ahead and take a look at it. Besides, I need a reason to take a little walk, and I can finish up over the weekend."

His shoes sat next to the door that led out into the hallway. As he pressed the phone between the side of his face and his shoulder, he carefully maneuvered himself to put his shoes on, getting ready to move out, whether or not Jessica was in the area. He still needed food, and if worse came to worse, she still had his number and could send him a picture of what the pocket watch in question looked like. He knew artifacts, and he knew history, but pocket watches were sort of a strange thing for him to look at. It was not nearly as easy to tell who made a watch when compared to finding out who made a sword, and from only a picture, there was only so much he could do.

Those Out of Time - Nallore and Pyroman

Minute after minute, Brendon continued his work in near silence. Of course he liked his music, as strange as a collection as it was, but he could work well with it. It would start with him working while he hummed along to the tunes and sang a phrase here and there, but it would always boil down to him looking at his phone or his music, continuously pressing the single button to play the next song until he would finally find one that he was in the mood for. It was quite strange, and he knew that he wasn't the only one who did it. He knew that he wasn't the only one who put his music on shuffle, only to sift through it all to find the right songs that he wanted to listen to at that moment in time.

He sighed. The coffee was keeping him up, but now his mind was insistent on looking for other things to do instead of his work. He still needed to work on the lessons for the upcoming week, which he was going to be basing off what he was just given, so there were many fun times in store for him. Another sigh, and Brendon pushed his seat back and stood up. He needed to walk around a little and get some air. He had the whole weekend to work on the lesson plan and get the last of those papers graded, so he worried little. However, most of his worrying came from the fact that he knew that he was putting off his work, which only helped to stress him out more. Why didn't he just have a uniform, cookie-cutter, copy-paste plan to use every year? That was right, because he wanted to actually focus on areas and points in time that his students actually cared about. Had he been a Literature teacher of any kind, he never would have made his students read books like Little Women, as he found that era to be dreadfully boring in tales to tell. The Greeks, they were fun; the Romans too. Shakesphere was also a good time, and there was one prospect that united all three of those together that always managed to make him laugh.

He paced to his little kitchen area. He lived in an apartment above a cafe, frequenting the fire escape to get out rather than the stairs outside of his apartment and down the hall that led to the cafe. It felt weird to him, and he tried avoid using that as a common route as much as possible, even if it was much faster. He needed something to eat, the ralization hit him. He still needed food, and there was food down stairs. One more sigh escaped his lips, and Brendon prepared himself to go down stairs.

It was only then that his phone decided to ring, just as he was getting ready to go and do something. The song 'Nillili Mambo' played for all unknown phone numbers, so he knew that it wasn't one of this year's students or any of the other professors. He ran over back to his desk and pulled it form the stand, pulling out the charging cord to inspect the number on the touch screen. Something about the number was familiar, but he could not place it. He always cleaned out the numbers in his phone regularly. He kept his students numbers in case they needed something from him, and he always made sure to clear that out every year unless they were taking another one of his classes. Finally, his thumb hit the button to accept the call, and the phone was raised to his ear to listen in.

"Brendon Kalen, what can I do for you?" He picked up the call how he would almost all of his other calls. In the case of his students, he was a little less formal with them, but he was still a Professor at the Seattle University for Higher learning, and he needed to maintain some visage of professionalism.

The Day the Earth Fell |Reboot| Welcome to Paradise

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Transformers - One Shall Fall

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Out of Time - The Watcher and Pyroman

Name: Brendon Kelan
Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Height: 157 lbs
Appearance:
Brief Bio: Brendon grew up in a small family before moving to Washington, where he now teaches history at a university and often offers to take people in his classes to archaeology digs, often disappearing for a day or two from the dig while he goes out on his own where it isn't exactly allowed. He doesn't share the details of his past with his students, only giving them the easy and abridged version of his life so he can get back on track to teaching. In all actuality, he seems rather deflective on the particulars of his life between moving out and arriving at the University, but nobody has really gotten him to spill those deatils.
Personality: With a love for adventure, traveling, and exploring, Brendon takes himself places that people don't normally want to go to. Sometimes this means having to say what needs to be said to get into restricted areas, sometimes it means having to peer through words to find physical evidence of things having occurred.