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A Coke thief stole my last Ice Cold Coca Cola.
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I wonder how many people sit at their desk facepalming in silence at my jokes.
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On his way to Corvega Assembly plant for a settlement mission, gets distracted by a new settlement site and spends the day building it up. I'll get there I swear!!
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I got into Roleplaying, er more specifically Post by Post Roleplaying around, I think it was four years ago? It feels much longer than that. My good friend whose now far too busy in college introduced me. He wanted by make a Mass Effect RP for his younger brother, or Cousin, something along those line. The games series was far to mature for someone of his age but he felt he could make a family friendly RP. And while that never panned out, I was hooked. Fast forward to the present day and I'm an avid RP and casual writer. I mainly prefer Fallout RPs, and am working on my own which will take place in the fictional Lore of Alaska. But it's far from ready. Between my laziness and my workload of various RPs and Videogames I am often rather busy. Yet I always find myself exceptionally bored. So I like contemplating Philosophical Conundrums.

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Alaskan Federation

As North held the menu between his fingers he watched the young leader Marie cause the water in a glass to halt all motion, his reaction probably isn’t what she expected as he seemed more interested than surprised. “You too have been given powers?” He questioned setting down the menu and folding his hands. “I’ve seen others, I have two Rangers that have shown extraordinary gifts, Jonathan the Mad Titan, able to project himself larger than a bear and then some. Thankfully he does not physically grow less our Vault would get a skylight. Another seems to shoot lightning. Thought no one outside of home had powers, there are others who claim abilities of course.”

North pulled out a leather flask. “But yes, declaring war. Bold indeed. I do not know what may drive them to such extremes it is sad to see out lower 48 brothers slay one another.” Hold out the flask towards Marie North continued. “Would you like some, it’s Blue Haven mead. Alcohol content is quite low as it’s meant as a nutritious drink.”

Pulling his flask back and pouring himself a glass he spoke again. “Your Missionaries would be welcome to venture to Alaska, though I cannot fully guarantee their safety. Roads are dangerous and paved with many creatures, even the plants wish to kill you.” Tugging at a chain with a ruby shaped eerily like a finger around his neck he showed it to the young leader. “What would you think this gem is? Ruby? One would certainly think, but no. This was once bone, a true human finger. There is a plant called the Crimson Death, that attaches to a host and converts their body into food. The crystallization of bone is a byproduct of this, should you send men up north stay exclusively to the main towns unless you procure an experienced guide. As for Wendigos be glad no such creature exists this far. They are mean violent beasts. Killing simply because they do not like you.” Placing his hands over his ears and making antlers from his fingers. “They’ll impale, spear and gore any who cross them.”

Meanwhile in the Tops a woman built like a walking tank stumbled around the tables. She was strong, agile and incredibly intoxicated. Yet what would take down a normal woman her size only made her rather dizzy. As she moved from room to room with a vodka bottle in hand and breath drenched in booze she fell upon a certain conversation with a few groups. Little did she know just who these men were only that they talked of peace and she felt like plopping down at their table out of sheer boredom.

“Gentl.. Hic. Gentlemen. Oh. May have had too much already your drinks are strong indeed, like the Mountain! May you be delegates of some kind? I am. Am. Bearhorn, er hm hic. Victoria first. I guard the Alaskan Delegate, and oh. And represent the largest allied Raider Guild within the state. We keep peace too. Through war yeah!” Victoria said as she clenched a fist into the air. “North is good lawman, he too brings peace.” Grabbing a chair she fell into it. As her leather armor pulled and stretched. “Hold on, I need a glass of water. Good to meet you all yeah.”


And


Briley Patton CEO of Poseidon Energies


And


Hound Dog


Briley Patton took the card for Hound Dog, she had already spoken with her Board, even though the final decision fell upon her to make she at least wanted half of their approval before moving forward. It wouldn’t be easy and since the HoH have been targeting those who ally with Heroes it was a major concern, but one she and the board felt that they send a message to these criminals. Heroes are here to stay, and they cannot be terrorized any longer. Poseidon Energies will put its full weight behind the Heroes trying to support their endeavors. But first she needed Heroes on her side, Eva had brought her Hound Dog’s contact card, who best to stand against the HoH than a Hero publically affected by their organization’s naming convention. Taking hold of her luggage handle Briley departed from the Airport into Pacific Point to an awaiting car.

Dialing the number shown she pressed the phone to her ear as she rummaged through her bag looking for a compact.

As the phone rang Hound Dog looked at the number, it was an unknown caller and as he laid in the hospital bed after the nights surgery his right arm hung in a sling. His Mother had been in and out all morning and he lingered looking at the phone, but if someone was calling him there was a chance they needed help and he couldn’t afford to not answer. “Hey hey. You’ve reached the radical Hound Dog.”

Briley reached for her head, as she tried to justify a response to his greeting line. “Yes. Well then I am Briley Patton CEO of Poseidon Energies, I hear you aided in the cities defense. And I have some reasons myself to be grateful for that. I would like to thank you and discuss another matter I hope you could help me with.”

Hound Dog remained silent as the woman continued on, holding the phone to his ear by his shoulder.

“Poseidon Energies is moving forward in the face of change, S.T.R.I.K.E. has been crippled if not completely destroyed. Heroes will need further aid to take on there terrorists. One I hope we can provide. And I was hoping you could tour one of our facilities.”

Hound Dog had never met a corporate type, and only held vague stereotypes as to what they’d be like always looking for a profit or edge to inch forward ahead of their competitors. “I’d love too, but I’m kinda indisposed. Be a few days before they’ll let me out of the Hospital.” Though if there really was someone who needed help he’d have jumped out of bed pretty quickly.

“I was not aware. My sympathies, good to know it wasn’t anything serious. Perhaps we can schedule something in the next few days then, I’ll be in town for the week overseeing the final repairs done to the facility here.”

“I might come round to check things out, no promises though. Got my own duties once I’m well enough.” He replied unsure to even accept a tour, or what motives Ms. Patton might have.

“Quite understandable then. Hopefully you can visit. I do have a few things I would like to thank you for in person.” There was a brief moment of silence, as Briley pulled the phone away to end the call, before going through her contacts and bringing up another number she had saved.. With a ringing tone coming from the speaker she waited for someone to answer.

“Mr. Arthur is presently unavailable at the moment. This is his assistant, Minerva. May I ask who is calling?” A woman’s voice answered on the other line.

Briley responded promptly. “Briley Patton of Poseidon Energies. I would wish to speak to Mr. Arthur about a business venture. I hear he’s in Pacific Point at present, can a meeting be arranged?”

“Hold one moment,” Minerva told Mrs. Patton. After a few moments of silence, Minerva began to talk again. “He is scheduled to leave tomorrow morning, but since he’s using a private plane, I guess he could push that back a little.”

“That would be lovely. Is there a venue? I’d rather not meet in his hotel room, for obvious reasons.”

“Mr. Arthur does not own any real estate in Pacific Point. Do you have any recommendations?”

There was a brief Silence. As Briley’s car passed an old timey restaurant straight out of the 50s. “Perhaps I do. Have him meet me at this address.”



The Next Day


There was the clink of a spoon as Briley stirred in some creamer into her coffee. The shop had just what you’d expect from a Malt shop from days gone by, black and white tiled floors with red leather seats in every booth and stool. The counter was white with a black top. And Briley sat in a corner, waiting for Chris to walk inside. The walls had all sorts of memorabilia of muscle cars, photos even David Hasselhoff’s picture with the owner hung on the wall.

After an hour past the supposed meeting time, Chris finally walked into the Malt shop. He pulled off the pair of sunglasses that he was wearing and slide them into the pocket in his sports coat before he scanned the room for Briley. Once he spotted her, he strolled over to the table and took a seat.

“So, are you reliving the glory days?” Chris asked once he took his seat.

“Perhaps.” Briley said as she lifted her coffee, that had been continuously topped off to keep it hot. “Thought this was no where near fancy enough for your girlfriend to assume this was a date, though you never know. Still I am glad this turned out well last night otherwise I don’t think we’d be having this meeting so soon. Now I have a proposal Mr. Iron Knight. S.T.R.I.K.E. is gone, heroes are facing a new homegrown crisis. And Poseidon wishes to back heroes despite recent events. They have done much for society although their existence has created a power vacuum it is far too late to sweep it under the rug and erase them from the board.” There was a sip as Briley let some of this sink in before she continued.

“Now to prevent the Hounds from amassing far too great a power and to ensure villains do not run our streets we have decided to throw our lot behind the heroes providing them with support and assistance with stopping and catching villains. I’d like it if you could help us, a business partnership as it were. There will be profits, Poseidon is a business after all, but I wish to keep focused on aiding heroes over our bottom line though it doesn’t seem entirely possible to keep money out of the equation. As villain tech and powers could be a substantial boon for research opportunities. What is your opinion thus far?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already painted a bull’s eye on my back from the first day I worked with S.T.R.I.K.E. I have just as much at risk as the heroes who actually have powers. I’m not entirely proud of some of the things I did with S.T.R.I.K.E., but now that they’ve got no strings on me anymore, I’ve already had some ideas for helping out.”

“I have read what files I could, I imagine S.T.R.I.K.E. has the more, confidential and controversial ones in lockdown in some file cabinet in the Pentagon. Though I am not wholly concerned unless those files turn up something truly ugly. However given your hero status, I doubt that you’re the type who would murder innocent or have such horrid skeletons in your closet from inhumane acts. And I am assuming you’ve dug up information on my history, I fear for my niece, she is in a world she nor I fully understand. I wish to extend aid to all heroes to prevent mass casualties like what Icon recently faced; I do not think we could have done much to help him but there is always a possibility. I hope we can keep each other in check, provide aid and advance science. All while within the confines of the law.”

“Kids these days. They find a magical sword and they then believe they’re invincible,” Chris said. “But to get back on more serious matters, once I get back home, I intend on looking into these Hounds of Humanity. One of the local speedsters helped me catch some criminals who appear to be associated with the Hounds. They were gathering up metahumans. Whether they were doing this for human trafficking or collecting them as human weapons, I cannot say for sure.”

“Either way it cannot be good. I hope my niece takes care of herself out there I would tear down a city block by block if she were kidnapped by these Hounds. But do we have an accord? If so perhaps we can draft an official document later regarding business goals and operations. I’ve also reached out to see if a few heroes would be willing to throw their lot in with us. Wouldn’t hurt to have a few more well known heroes backing such a project.”

“Just get in contact with my people and we’ll finalize the details.”

“I hope things improve from here on out, by the way. You should take some pie with you, it’s quite delicious. I’m sure your girlfriend would love some.”

“I’m sure I can also find some at home. I guess this is where we part ways.”
Okay, So I take it that Lokyn is an accepted character? That means I can move him to Character tab, yeah?


Not yet, you need an official response from the bosses. Ping them, make them read!! That sounded darker than I imagined. But. You get the idea.

I will add more questions later, mebbe.


Posts coming soon.


Are they? We talking Bethesda soon tm or just been busy soon.
Alaskan Federation

“Prophet?” North asked as he sat down, “We have many who are Prophets, Seers or otherwise claim such titles. None however have their own nations, This Holy land must be a boon to you and your people; allowing your father to stockpile resources and followers.”

Waving down a waiter, he paused. “But enough of that for now, you must have bared witness to the events of the meeting, tell me what are your opinions regarding peace between some of these clearly troubled nations?” As he was given a menu by the masked waiter the White Glove member almost seemed to scoff at the group likely their manner of dress, North only felt the waiter was off when he gave him the laminated menu. Barely perusing the menu he continued. “I’m not familiar enough with the local politics, err foreign I mean. We tend to refer to the former United States as a single entity, the Lower 48s as it were. Even after we split into commonwealths. Hmm,” North said with an audible hum. “They have rather high prices, you’d almost think they were serving Wendigo. Not that I’d expect them to be out here.” North said as he flipped the page. “Can’t go wrong with steak, good tender Brahmin and some Ace 1 sauce.”
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Ah hell... sorry. I dropped that last one as I walked through the door at work. Just finished my shift and it's 10:50 pm. What did you want to know?


Mostly your opinion of him as an Aussie. To me the guy feels like a good man pushed to the edge to do bad things, while trying to keep his own morals. Still folk hero or not he was still a criminal. Even if the law was corrupt which did suck for them at the time.
@Hound55 Hound hey. Don't go anywhere. Question what are your opinions on Ned Kelly? Watched https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1WmidFwFzY&list=PLhyKYa0YJ_5B-ZwtgBs6p43JywAvN_TGl So I'm wondering.
@Ulstermann perhaps yeah. I'm not the GM.


Please use the new thread. This one isn't needed anymore.
The Alaskan Federation

With the meeting finally over, North still had yet to discover who any of the major players were, only that there were clear tensions among them. Multiple military types had a history some looked like they were once brothers, others enemies. One nation North recognized their insignia as something he had once spotted on the side of a gun, but they’d ran off elsewhere for now he’d sit and grab a bite to eat, hopefully Victoria was behaving she was the Clan leader for Bearhorn and merely came along for curiosity but ran off on her own. As North went to find a table, he spotted the young leader of another nation who radiated an odd aura but North wasn’t so easily spooked, he had entered the Wednesday House a building he’d call a living nightmare. A child couldn’t scare him off. North adjusted his collar on his coat and walked up to her and her entourage.

“Been an interesting day, I hear you're from a place called the Pitt.” North inched closer. “Is this seat taken? I was hoping we could talk, there’s much I do not understand of this larger world.”
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