Tracyarmav

Magic: the Gathering

.... okay, I can work with this. If everyone still wants this to be a thing I can try and pick this up and get it moving again. Will check again in 4-5 hrs and see if I can put some ideas together for this RP.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

So, you're implying that @Scarlet Angel94 can manipulate and undo atomic bonds? Wouldn't that kill the victim through the absurd force needed to separate the iron from the other proteins long before oxygen deprivation can set in?

@Earnest Evans

If done violently, then maybe. Otherwise no, chemical bonds are made and broken by the billions inside of you as a natural part of living, this wouldn't be much different, except that all of your Iron is suddenly deciding to leave at the end of the reaction.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Dan you're probably the one in the shadows, since you last posted just following the group.

@4weekcoma Everyone is establishing their current where abouts and activities. I'm in NC, three of us are in NY, Central Park, apparently at least five characters are in Oxford, England all having a less than pleasant meet and greet. One is in, or just left the middle east for England, He's the main antagonist and is looking to recruit(/kidnap?) the characters in Oxford. Those are ones I can remember right off.

You're welcome to start anywhere you please, if you like you're welcome to be enjoying yourself at the mountain resort I run in Dark Ridge, NC. Or you can bump into the group at Oxford and make things even more ... chaotic?

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Tecumseh sat at his desk, it had been a long day. A good day mostly, but very busy. He liked his days that way. Sarah walked and flopped down on the couch in the office waiting room, groaning in pleasure as she finally got off her feet for the first time since lunch probably. Tecumseh rose with a smile, locking his computer, and closed his office door. He tidied up around the outer office, earning a muffled "thank you" from Sarah. He washed out the coffee carafe and the mugs used today, and then grabbed a blanket and pillow from the top of a closet, and tossed the pillow at Sarah, getting a grunt in reply. He lay the blanket over her, and told her not to sleep to long or she'd have to shower in pool house. She mumbled something in response, but today had really worn her out, and she was asleep before the locked the office door behind him, having turned off most of the lights.

Tecumseh went home in his silverado, a handy vehicle to have, especially up here in the mountains. He pulled into his drive way and checked, out of habit, his personal mailbox. A couple of bills, an adds section, and a news letter from one of the guys. Tecumseh smiled at that, he always liked to hear from family. He drove for another ten minutes, down his long driveway, before pulling into his garage. He liked his house, one story, three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, brick walls and fireplace, aluminum roofing(painted dull red to match the bricks, because one of his buddies did the roof job or him), with a wide front porch, and a bay window looking out over his back yard from the nook. He stepped of his truck and closed the garage door, and went inside, setting the mail down on the table next to his recliner. Tecumseh showered and ate a small super consisting of a frozen chicken pot-pie dinner. He sat down to watch the news, it being 10:49. While he waited he read the newsletter, and looked at the pictures. He hadn't noticed how quickly the kids were growing the last time he'd visited. He should go and visit again soon, but his schedule was full for the next month or so. He sighed, and made a mental note to ask Sarah to plan some time off for next month.

Today's news included the death of man in Oxford, England, the owner of a small pub apparently. The odd part, was that he had apparently died of a concussive blast that had crushed his internal organs, though he also seemed to have sever case radiation poisoning. That was a thing that hadn't been in the news for a long time, and now some guy had been killed in the middle of Oxford while he was being exposed to radiation. The report mentioned a survivor that was being treated for radiation sickness and several other injuries. Well, if that wasn't a neon sign screaming "Radioactive Elemental Here", then Tecumseh wasn't sure what else it could be. At least the media hadn't picked up on that possibility yet. Nothing else was of any particular interest to Tecumseh and he retired for the evening shortly there after.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Many elements, especially gold, silver, copper and nickel are all wonderful conductors and likely to be "sparking" whenever they come into contact with a current.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Brazil? unless you want to be in the middle of everything, in which case England might be your best bet, as it's the stop over for any traffic going from America to Europe or vice versa.

Star Wars : Outer Rim Outpost

hmmm, a'ight. I might later, I found another RP that's taking off so I'll come back when that one's finished or I get more time to RP.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

The call finished with an almost forgotten little detail, there was an archaeological dig being conducted in some nearby caves by... the senator couldn't recall which school was doing the dig and had forgotten to write it down. Sarah raised and admonishing eyebrow at Tecumseh, knowing that he'd forgotten to do exactly that no less than fifteen times since she started working for him two weeks ago. And he'd probably forget the dig too if she wasn't careful to remind him later; so she added it to the week's to do list. Tecumseh ignored Sarah's raised eyebrow and thanked the senator for the heads up and wished him luck on the floor in the coming session. The Senator hung up shortly there after and Tecumseh drained the last of his coffee before asking Sarah what she thought of the call.

"Well, how do you think the call went?"

"I think it went as well as it could have. You and the senator are on pretty good terms and you aren't asking him to do anything that isn't already in his best interests to do. He should have no problems supporting your case before the senate and might even burn a few favors to get the vote swung in his favor. I wonder what they'll find in those caves."

"Mold, mildew, guano, bugs... what? You asked, I answered. You don't like stupid answers don't ask stupid questions. Besides, I'm sure you'll find out exactly what they are looking for while you're down there handing out pamphlets and doing some personal advertising for the Dark Ridge Resort. We can do that later this week, maybe we'll even get the team to move it's lodgings up to the resort."

Sarah sighed, another day wasted trying to garner customers from people who couldn't possibly afford the resort, but she was just the intern, what did she know? It hadn't occurred to her that her boss might have other reasons to keep an eye on the new arrivals. And if he had his way about it, she never would. Tecumseh began the next task, a necessary task, though often less pleasant than keeping up with the legalities of running a resort. This morning he was scheduled to mingle with the guests and host a casual brunch for the VIP members, before they went out and played golf or, less frequently, hiked the clearly marked trails. The ridge had several nice views to offer, and some of them could only be reached by hiking half an hour or more from the resort. Hiking off the trails was highly discouraged for "insurance" reasons. Insurance was part of it, but mostly Tecumseh didn't want people wandering around with out his knowing their general whereabouts. Tecumseh sighed, as he stepped out of the office building and walked over towards the main building's lobby where he could see several patrons waiting for him and already vying with each other for a chance to speak with him about this problem or that problem. Tecumseh briefly wished that he could watch these rich sobs walk the Trail of Tears, as his ancestors had been forced too, but he pushed the thought out of his mind as it would do nothing for him or his ancestors.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

I hate waiting.

Artificial Spirits

Can I get an estimated time of appearance for the initial post?