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Olympus Rising

@Athol He could definitely use a hand!

Olympus Rising

Maxwell Thomas

^{Location: Chicago, Millennium Park}

It was a lovely spring day in Chicago, and as was his habit, Maxwell was up early to go running. He'd had a cup of coffee and a light breakfast, then walked the few blocks to the train station to take it out to Millennium Park. He didn't always go to the park to run, but he liked to when he had the chance. There were numerous paths through the park and the adjacent parks, enough that he could run for an hour or so while enjoying the scenery.

He was just settling into a good rhythm when a man with -- was that a spear?! -- charged at him. At first Max didn't realize the man was heading for him. But their gazes locked, and at that point there could be no mistaking it. "I think you've got the wrong person!" he cried, frantic and more than a little frightened. The other guy just bared his teeth in aggressive expression, and lunged spear-first at Max. It was all he could do to dodge. The second attack came just as quickly, but this time Max was more focused, and actually tried grabbing the haft of the spear to disarm his opponent.

That was a mistake. The moment he touched the weapon, pain swept through his body. It was overwhelming, like he was on fire. He fell to his knees, hard, and then blacked out -- or thought he did, at least. Certainly everything went dark.

"Maxwell." The voice was warm. Kind. Safe. "You must listen to me. I am Hestia, and you are my successor. I'm sorry to spring this upon you so suddenly, but I do not have a choice. The Titans seek to escape Tartarus and reclaim the earth. You must use the weapons I grant you to survive, and find the other successors. Trust your intuition."

And suddenly he was lying on the ground back in the park, only now he held a solid wooden staff. The pain was gone, at least for the moment, but his attacker was bearing down on him, spear leading. Maxwell had no time to figure out what exactly was happening. He rolled away and to his feet, and then took off running. The staff was only a hindrance at the moment, but some instinct triggered, and suddenly it was no longer in his hand -- but neither had it fallen to the ground. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?! Max didn't worry about it too much. The spear-wielding man was still on his tail, and showed no sign of giving up.

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@MintRolls I imagine intuition says they should hold onto their weapon, yeah? Unless there's like a magical hammerspace where they can stick it while it's not in use?

Getting some of these things on airplanes is gonna be fun.

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@MintRolls Aha, I found the list. ^.^ Gonna use Aiden, I think. This should be fun.

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@MintRolls Okay, so Max is probably in Chicago proper. Should...I just post him there? I'm guessing you want to control the Titan successors.

Also I think Max's response to someone attacking him is to run. Might be interesting to see how that turns out. Hehe.

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__________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Before Jin could reply, someone spoke from behind the trees. And then -- the shadows in the canopy moved. Whatever it was, it was massive. Too many limbs, like a centipede, and -- a face? A pretty face, as faces went, all the more disturbing for being set among shadows and many limbs. Ziotea's hand went again to her pistol, but she didn't draw it. If this thing, whatever it was, wanted to speak, they should probably listen. If violence was needed, that could come after they listened to what it wanted to say. The voice was kind. Warm, even friendly. Ziotea didn't trust it. Spirits were dangerous. This thing was probably a spirit, therefore it was dangerous. One wrong move could get them all killed. But it wasn't addressing her. So she watched, eyes narrowed, muscles tensed, ready to act if it was needed.

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@MintRolls Do we have an ETA on the first IC post? *wiggles hopefully*

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Rhylaen

Rhylaen had not gotten the impression that this steak dinner party was a fancy affair, so when she turned up, shortly after Aurora, she was wearing standard civilian clothes: a green halter top and jeans. Nor did she immediately realize that she was underdressed. Instead, she looked around the room, impressed by how it had been decorated. Tablecloths, fancy dishes, real candles -- even music. She took a seat by Aurora with a wide smile. "Hello!" she said, greeting the two people already present. "Look good." She paused, comprehension dawning. "I...." She frowned, looking briefly stymied. "Not...good?" The words she needed weren't in her Galactic Standard vocabulary. But the moment quickly passed. It was what it was. She had worn what she had worn, and there wasn't really time to change now.

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Sparks

Sparks took a hot shower after the debriefing was over. Yes it had been a fight in VR, but he'd exerted himself all the same. And besides, if Arrish was treating the group to dinner, he ought to dress up -- and that meant starting with being nice and clean. Once he'd washed, he also shaved, and then he put on a suit. It was a simple outfit, black slacks and a white collared shirt, with a black jacket. Simple, but classic.

It was also the nicest thing he had with him.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, the place had been utterly transformed. His jaw dropped briefly. Arrish really had gone all out -- but where was the man? Three of the other pilots were already seated, so Sparks joined them with a nod hello. "Good evening, ladies."

RP Rules & Preferences - What do we look for nowadays?

I can respect that, and I appreciate you taking the time to respond. Do you think that the GM giving resources to help find faceclaims when requiring RL FCs would be beneficial to you, or people who have the same train of thought? Not asking that to try and persuade, but just genuine curiosity.

@Sugar and Spite

I don't think I'd join an rp that required real life faceclaims, to be honest, regardless of what resources were on offer. Maybe if I really liked the plot or the people involved, then yeah, help finding a good FC would be beneficial, but...I dunno.

RP Rules & Preferences - What do we look for nowadays?

@Sugar and Spite I just don't feel comfortable using a real person's face for one of my characters. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I like the art I have for them? Or maybe because I'm not particularly familiar with most actors. *shrug* All I know it is makes me twitchy, and I don't like doing it.