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Hitchhiking Through Space

Deloran was surprisingly calm as the man came in and started offering them a choice of some rather interesting magnitude it would seem. But Deloran didn’t much notice the part where he mentioned execution, he found the withholding of identities to be far more thought provoking. Why would someone hide their identity, even going as far as hiding their DNA signature? It seemed a little extreme unless they had some kind of value. But it seemed that they had been offered a deal, one that the group was somewhat divided over.

The man with the beard raised a rather good point though, their inclusion was somewhat strange. His hypotheses at the moment was that they had, both individually or as a group, some form of skill that made them valuable to this mission. But, perhaps someone didn’t want it to happen and removed their identities and memories. It was a long shot, but it was all he had for the moment. Not that he was about to go telling people, he was the type to hold his cards close, not let anyone see what he was up to until it was important enough to tell them.

“So, I guess our options are doing what you say unconditionally and we can potentially walk free, or execution. I would like to think I am wise enough to know a good deal when I see it, but I can’t help but agree with my bearded friend here” Deloran gestured to Buck as he spoke. “Why us in particular? Oh and just out of curiosity does Cryosleep have any kind of side effects, including but possibly not limited to memory loss? I’m asking for a friend.” He said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, carefully watching Major Orin Sceany and making a mental note to look into that name if he ever did get out of here.

Hitchhiking Through Space

I'll be posting asap, once I finish up some work :3

Empowered!!! (Closed)!

Oh cool, I wrote about things like gangs with my character but I live in Australia so I know like nothing about America. I was a little worried I might have made an incorrect assumption :P

Endless Darkness [Open 1-2 spots]

Thar we go, done and done :P

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Vamon

Location: Leaving Barracks and arriving at Tavern
Interacting With: Mention Guthrie and Sala & Vala

For a moment Vamon didn’t know how to respond. He had expected to get maybe 20 silver each, especially in a town like this, but he wasn’t the type to turn down an offer as excellent at this. For a moment he considered offering them a lower price, but he ultimately decided against it. If they were prepared to pay the cost, then any kind gestures would only serve to cut his own gain.

“Ah, yes, that would be a most generous price. Thank you, sir” He said, doing his best to maintain his composure. 80 silver might not have been a lot while he was living at home, but that was the type of cash that could have him living comfortably for at least a few weeks. “I will be sure to return if I have any other potions that might be of use to you” He said with a short bow before making his way out, coins tightly in hand. He had sold potions before, but usually had to settle for a little less than he had wanted. Not that he ever received much disrespect once he started traveling, it seemed that alchemists were rather valuable in places outside of Belizarius. It was an odd change to what he was used to, people used to look down on him once he started his experiments but that might happen when you basically live in a church. He stopped for a moment on the street and pulled out his book of secrets, flicking to the most recent notes. Since he had received some money, it might be worth it to invest in some supplies to continue his studies. He took inventory of a few things and made a note in a smaller notebook he kept for simple memos.

But for now work could wait, he decided that he would head to the Tavern and enjoy a meal with the rather generous supply of cash he had to back himself up. He made a quick stop off at the inn to change into some other clothes. It wouldn’t hide the smell completely, but at least he wouldn’t interrupt people’s meals too much. He donned some similar clothes, including a thick black cloak and swapping out his usual mask for a scarf that was wrapped around his mouth. Eating with the mask was rather difficult, so the scarf simplified matters.

But he soon made his way to the tavern and stepped inside. He looked around for a moment and saw a few scattered faces, as well as a few familiar ones. It seems that the man he had run into at the store and the girls from the square were having a meal as well. He decided not to approach though, it’s not like he had actually had a conversation with them. He made his way to the bar and spoke as politely as he could.

“I was hoping for a meal if that was acceptable” He said to the man as he took a seat at a table near the keeper. “And something to drink too would be excellent” He had a habit of speaking professionally when he was nervous, and eating was always a little nerve wracking for him. It was one of the few times he had to reveal his face in public. But he had practiced, and hopefully he wouldn’t cause a scene. He was just craving a meal that was a little warmer than dried trail rations.

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Sorry for the delay, I will be posting tomorrow, when it's not like 4 am. Well today I guess... I am terrible at time management :P

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As the sun began to rise over the beautiful city of Las Vegas, two types of people were about. Some of them were there for a holiday, to enjoy the sights, spend a little money and just unwind. Others were here to make a lot of money, but it’s naive to expect to make money at a place like this. Only about 1% of people will ever win bit in a place like this.

And with that, enter Mr 1% himself, Sebastian. Sebastian was a rather tall and slender man with long red hair and a wide smile slapped on his face. Sebastian usually spent his time driving taxis, but he had saved just enough for a night in Vegas at a casino. He hadn’t had a chance to go to a casino since he had moved to Atlanta, what with them being not actually legal and all that. But, after a rather eventful night, he had emerged with an extra twelve grand under his belt. It started with a few small wins, but he just kept winning and winning. And he didn’t even have to cheat this time! Granted, last time he tried that he wound up in an alley with some rather unfriendly gentlemen. He waved down a taxi as he got to the street.

“The airport thanks. I have a flight in like… half an hour? If you can get me there quick, I’ll throw in a rather nice tip.” He said with a wink to the driver as he stepped into the back seat. It felt a little odd not to be in the driver’s seat, but he was a little too tired to care. He hadn’t slept since he arrived yesterday, so he was understandably a little tired. He didn’t even bother with accommodation, in his mind sleeping just meant you had less time to have fun. That was starting to take a toll though, as he found himself drifting off to sleep as the movements of the taxi rocked him slowly to sleep. But his peaceful respite was interrupted by the gruff voice of the driver informing him that they had arrived. He rubbed his eyes before checking his watch to see another twenty minutes before he had to leave.

“Well look at that, you did pretty well” He said as he rummaged through his wallet, handing the man what he assumed was a $20 note. In his sleep deprived state, he had accidentally handed the man $100 but he left before the man could say anything. Not that he minded too much, he had enough to keep him going for a while.

He stumbled his way through the check in and through the baggage checks, made far easier by the fact he had forgotten to bring a bag. He wasn’t sure if he had planned to bring a bag or not. Or even if he had actually brought one with him in the first place. That said, he didn’t have one now so he didn’t think he had actually brought one. He sat in his seat and the plane proceeded to take off shortly after. His mind started to wander though, he had never really been too lucky when it came to gambling. That was a lot of the reason he kept going back, he was determined to finally have a lucky break. He had to wonder if it was a good thing though, was it possible to use all your luck? What if he had used it all and got hit by a car when he got home or something.

“Naah, my luck has turned around, I can feel it in my bones...” He muttered before he drifted off to sleep.

Hitchhiking Through Space

Haha wow, lots of posts. Love it when these things get off to a quick start :P

Hitchhiking Through Space

Deloran awoke to the sound of a buzzer and a splitting headache. He glanced around the room as he rubbed his temples, trying to get a grasp on the situation. The room was small, and he found himself wearing a rather un-flattering grey jumpsuit. Though, there seemed to be another pile of clothes on the ground in front of him. They consisted of a grey hoodie and a pair of jeans, as well as a black t-shirt.

“Now those don’t suit me at all…” He thought as he picked up the clothes. He wondered where his clothes were for a moment, before he realised that he wasn’t sure what his clothes would have looked like. In fact, he couldn’t remember much at all, apart from his name. He was understandably a little scared, but he did his best to contain himself. Panicking wouldn’t solve anything, so it was better to conserve energy than to waste it stressing. But as he took a moment to breath, he heard some people chatting from out the open door. He debated for a moment whether to put the clothes on or to simply stay with the jumpsuit. He begrudgingly donned the clothes, abandoning his jumpsuit to his bead and making his way into the room. There was a small group that seemed to have arrived here a little before him. Or perhaps he just overslept.

“Looks like I am a little late to the party. My name is Deloran, or I assume it is, its excellent to meet you all.” He glanced around the group, wondering if they were in the same situation as himself. The memory loss was a concerning idea, but there was an odd sense of déjà-vu that came with it. “So I might be presumptuous here, but considering our situation it might be safe to assume I am not the only one with a bit of a mental blank." He said, tapping his head. "But at least we don’t appear to be in too much trouble just yet.” He wondered for a moment what kind of situation could have landed them here. Did they know each other? They could be the best of friends and not even remember a thing. But he didn’t feel to familiar around them, so it might be safe to assume that he didn’t. But something seemed odd. There were five doors, but only four of them were standing in the room. He looked at the doors, and to his surprise he saw what looked like someone head just barely sticking out from the door.

“Seems we have another friend” He said as he gestured to the door. “You don’t have to hide, I don’t think anyone here plans on causing a scene” He did his best to sound friendly. Since they seemed to be stuck here, they might as well be friendly. Who knows, they might end up being useful to him at some point. He felt a little surprised at himself though, that was an awfully self-serving way of thinking. Perhaps that was the kind of person he was.

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Awesome, the ball is rolling :D But I wont be able to post until tomorrow night sadly, I have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow (plus its like midnight and I should get some sleep) :P