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Forum: General Interest Checks
I too am interested in this. While I would personally like a modern setting I wouldn't mind futuristic either depending on how far away from the present we're talking. As for disease, I think it should be prevalent enough to have a major impact on the population of the combined world and it could make for an interesting obstacle. Maybe we could explore how communicable disease from one world affects those from the other. I don't really have any idea as far as setting goes but I think it will be easier to choose once a time period has been agreed upon.
I like the concept. I'll probably join if it comes to fruition.
I don't believe its dead yet. I would do an IC but I want to wait on the OP before doing another post to see what their char is going to do next.
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Impton Boulevard was a long stretch of road that ran vertically across the Woodmanor neighborhood. It was the stronghold of the Nomads, the area where their presence was most felt. On any particular day, at least a hundred youngsters donning yellow could be seen traversing it, their activities usually being no good. A bulk of the gang's members lived along Impton Boulevard and since it was the center of the neighborhood, it was also where the gang's leadership was centralized. Despite its strength being reduced, the Nomads sported a massive membership that required the gang to have a format similar to that of a federation. There were different sub-factions or “divisions” of the Nomads that controlled different parts of Woodmanor, each one having a different leader and laws to obey. At least twice a week, these chiefs would meet with the gang's supreme leader to hold a conference. At this conference different matters pertaining to the gang would be discussed and solutions would be reached through a democratic process.
At this moment, in the living room of an unoccupied apartment, the first conference of the week was occurring. Five men sat in a circle using wooden crates as seats. They couldn't move furniture into the apartment for they wanted the people who lived on the floor to believe that it was uninhabited. Nosy neighbors were an inconvenience to a gang's operations. Anyone who could potentially be a rat had to be put down before they became an issue. Not wanting to burden the neighborhood which they essentially owned, the Nomads' leadership opted to simply divert attention away from their meeting place. Therefore, the apartment had no quality seats which, to one chief, was a popular target for debate.
“Why the hell can't we at least get some chairs in here!” One man, who appeared to be the oldest of the assembly, spat. “Its already bad enough we can't watch TV! Why can't we get any seats? This crate is about to break under me!”
Sitting directly across from him was a slimmer, younger individual. He looked at his senior, scowling as he always seemed to. “For someone called 'Wise Man' you're a little idiotic,” he insulted, folding his arms as a gesture of his displeasure.
Wise Man glared at D-Force. He didn't say anything. His facial expression was enough of a message. Noticing that his affiliates were once again getting into a disagreement, a third man decided to intervene.
“D-Force, Wiseman. Shut up. A-Docc was about to speak,” he chimed in.
He was taller and huskier than the other two. In terms of build, he was the biggest of the five. As much as D-Force and Wise Man wanted to continue their little argument, they both knew that they would be in over their heads against Big Jack. Besides, they were all attending the meeting for the same cause. Further arguing would be absolutely detrimental to the gang's greater good.
Now A-Docc, the gang's general and overall leader, was far from being physically imposing. He was no taller than 5'11” and while his build was a bit on the athletic side, he wasn't enough to compete with the likes of Big Jack who sat to his right. What allowed A-Docc to command an entire gang of thousands was his intellect and confidence. He demanded respect without even speaking. Calmly, he waited until his co-leaders were finished before taking control of the meeting.
“Today we have to discuss our expansion,” A-Docc began to speak. “Now as you guys know, the only potential 'problem' on this side are those cats down at Sunset Heights – the Cannabins or whatever the hell they call themselves. They about as big as us so if we went to war they might haul weight. Right now, I don't really see a war happening. What do you guys think?”
The youngest at the gathering raised his hand in order to take the floor. “I say we drill 'em. My trigger finger been itching.”
Wise Man nodded his head in approval of his opinion. “I agree with King Arthur. I say we move 'em out the way.”
About a third of the assembly so far wanted war with the Cannabins. However, they weren't unopposed.
“Nah,” Big Jack said, “I ain't with that right now. Our numbers have only just begun to match theirs. War between us wouldn't be good. That could bring down the whole West Side.”
“I'm with Jack,” D-Force added. “There are too many hot heads out there who can't even hold a pistol right. Plus, we need to get our weapon supply before anything.”
“I hear y'all, I hear y'all,” A-Docc interjected, acknowledging the sentiments of his co-leaders. Great. A divided house. Just what he needed. I wish Shadow was back from wherever the hell he went off to. I could really use a tie breaker right about now.
Shadow was the appointed vice general of the Nomads. He was especially odd because he would only come out at night. Since their meetings usually happened at day, Shadow often would not personally attend. That was problematic considering that he was the gang's second-in-command.
“Alright y'all, I have a proposal,” A-Docc announced. “Why don't we meet up with them cats and let them know what we about? We not going to try and shoot with them or anything, we fitting to speak as if they neutrons.”
The other four men exchanged glances before looking back at their leader. The ones who wanted war undoubtedly supported the idea. The ones who didn't felt that such action was too provoking.
“I don't know,” Big Jack said, his voice harboring uncertainty. “Whose to say they won't shoot at us first.”
With a simple nod, D-Force again let it be known that he sided with Big Jack's stance. A-Docc groaned. Where was his vice general when he needed him?
"We should go for it," Wise Man suggested. "Besides, its not like we don't have shooters." He brandished his sub-machine gun to prove his point. "We'll light them up if they get too aggressive."
"Yeah, we don't want to slip and have them get the jump on us," King Arthur pointed out. "We don't want any of our guys to drop first."
Taking matters into his own hands, A-Docc came to a conclusion. Both gangs shared an entire side of the city together and neither had much competition besides the other. There were gangs on the other sides that could prove a threat to them both. A-Docc wasn't a man who sought war. He fought only when absolutely necessary. Maybe he could strike a non-aggression pact with the Cannabins' leader to maintain peace within the West Side?
"Alright, for now we'll sit on it," A-Docc finalized. "We'll see what they do first. If they come at us wrong then we'll bust at them. If they want peace then we can talk."
The room fell silent. At the end of it, the four chiefs of the gang knew that the word of their leader was law.
Impton Boulevard was a long stretch of road that ran vertically across the Woodmanor neighborhood. It was the stronghold of the Nomads, the area where their presence was most felt. On any particular day, at least a hundred youngsters donning yellow could be seen traversing it, their activities usually being no good. A bulk of the gang's members lived along Impton Boulevard and since it was the center of the neighborhood, it was also where the gang's leadership was centralized. Despite its strength being reduced, the Nomads sported a massive membership that required the gang to have a format similar to that of a federation. There were different sub-factions or “divisions” of the Nomads that controlled different parts of Woodmanor, each one having a different leader and laws to obey. At least twice a week, these chiefs would meet with the gang's supreme leader to hold a conference. At this conference different matters pertaining to the gang would be discussed and solutions would be reached through a democratic process.
At this moment, in the living room of an unoccupied apartment, the first conference of the week was occurring. Five men sat in a circle using wooden crates as seats. They couldn't move furniture into the apartment for they wanted the people who lived on the floor to believe that it was uninhabited. Nosy neighbors were an inconvenience to a gang's operations. Anyone who could potentially be a rat had to be put down before they became an issue. Not wanting to burden the neighborhood which they essentially owned, the Nomads' leadership opted to simply divert attention away from their meeting place. Therefore, the apartment had no quality seats which, to one chief, was a popular target for debate.
“Why the hell can't we at least get some chairs in here!” One man, who appeared to be the oldest of the assembly, spat. “Its already bad enough we can't watch TV! Why can't we get any seats? This crate is about to break under me!”
Sitting directly across from him was a slimmer, younger individual. He looked at his senior, scowling as he always seemed to. “For someone called 'Wise Man' you're a little idiotic,” he insulted, folding his arms as a gesture of his displeasure.
Wise Man glared at D-Force. He didn't say anything. His facial expression was enough of a message. Noticing that his affiliates were once again getting into a disagreement, a third man decided to intervene.
“D-Force, Wiseman. Shut up. A-Docc was about to speak,” he chimed in.
He was taller and huskier than the other two. In terms of build, he was the biggest of the five. As much as D-Force and Wise Man wanted to continue their little argument, they both knew that they would be in over their heads against Big Jack. Besides, they were all attending the meeting for the same cause. Further arguing would be absolutely detrimental to the gang's greater good.
Now A-Docc, the gang's general and overall leader, was far from being physically imposing. He was no taller than 5'11” and while his build was a bit on the athletic side, he wasn't enough to compete with the likes of Big Jack who sat to his right. What allowed A-Docc to command an entire gang of thousands was his intellect and confidence. He demanded respect without even speaking. Calmly, he waited until his co-leaders were finished before taking control of the meeting.
“Today we have to discuss our expansion,” A-Docc began to speak. “Now as you guys know, the only potential 'problem' on this side are those cats down at Sunset Heights – the Cannabins or whatever the hell they call themselves. They about as big as us so if we went to war they might haul weight. Right now, I don't really see a war happening. What do you guys think?”
The youngest at the gathering raised his hand in order to take the floor. “I say we drill 'em. My trigger finger been itching.”
Wise Man nodded his head in approval of his opinion. “I agree with King Arthur. I say we move 'em out the way.”
About a third of the assembly so far wanted war with the Cannabins. However, they weren't unopposed.
“Nah,” Big Jack said, “I ain't with that right now. Our numbers have only just begun to match theirs. War between us wouldn't be good. That could bring down the whole West Side.”
“I'm with Jack,” D-Force added. “There are too many hot heads out there who can't even hold a pistol right. Plus, we need to get our weapon supply before anything.”
“I hear y'all, I hear y'all,” A-Docc interjected, acknowledging the sentiments of his co-leaders. Great. A divided house. Just what he needed. I wish Shadow was back from wherever the hell he went off to. I could really use a tie breaker right about now.
Shadow was the appointed vice general of the Nomads. He was especially odd because he would only come out at night. Since their meetings usually happened at day, Shadow often would not personally attend. That was problematic considering that he was the gang's second-in-command.
“Alright y'all, I have a proposal,” A-Docc announced. “Why don't we meet up with them cats and let them know what we about? We not going to try and shoot with them or anything, we fitting to speak as if they neutrons.”
The other four men exchanged glances before looking back at their leader. The ones who wanted war undoubtedly supported the idea. The ones who didn't felt that such action was too provoking.
“I don't know,” Big Jack said, his voice harboring uncertainty. “Whose to say they won't shoot at us first.”
With a simple nod, D-Force again let it be known that he sided with Big Jack's stance. A-Docc groaned. Where was his vice general when he needed him?
"We should go for it," Wise Man suggested. "Besides, its not like we don't have shooters." He brandished his sub-machine gun to prove his point. "We'll light them up if they get too aggressive."
"Yeah, we don't want to slip and have them get the jump on us," King Arthur pointed out. "We don't want any of our guys to drop first."
Taking matters into his own hands, A-Docc came to a conclusion. Both gangs shared an entire side of the city together and neither had much competition besides the other. There were gangs on the other sides that could prove a threat to them both. A-Docc wasn't a man who sought war. He fought only when absolutely necessary. Maybe he could strike a non-aggression pact with the Cannabins' leader to maintain peace within the West Side?
"Alright, for now we'll sit on it," A-Docc finalized. "We'll see what they do first. If they come at us wrong then we'll bust at them. If they want peace then we can talk."
The room fell silent. At the end of it, the four chiefs of the gang knew that the word of their leader was law.
Main Character's/General's Name: Amir "A-Docc" Scott
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: A young African-American gentleman of medium brown complexion with a low box fade black hair. He is of average height and wears a simplistic outfit consisting of a white tank top, tan cargo pants, and yellow and white Chuck Taylor shoes. He always carries a pistol which is the standard weapon of his gang.
Bio: He was born and raised in the Woodmanor neighborhood and has lived there the entirety of his life. He joined the Nomads gang when he was eleven-years-old and rose steadily through the ranks ever since. At sixteen he became the apprentice of the gang's former leader who prepared him to take his position in the event of his death. Sure enough, the gang's former leader was eventually murdered by rivals and he inherited the gang at the young age of nineteen. Being a mere teen at the time he became the gang's leader, he faced several adversities such as lack of a respect from the chiefs of other divisions. He inevitably earned the respect worthy of a leader after he successfully reunited the gang after a civil war broke out between it sets.
As a leader, he is a bold and demanding yet reasonable. He does not tolerate insubordination and will have members who go rogue executed without discrimination. He despises his gangs rivals and mandates that they too be killed without mercy. However, despite his apparent ruthlessness, he is fiercely loyal to his gang and whatever allies they may have. He likes to preserve any loyalties he may have and is reliable in holding up his end of the deal when it comes to agreements. But, his willingness to compromise with neutral gangs has led some other Nomads to believe that he is soft and he has attracted much distrust since obtaining control of the gang.
Neighborhood Name: Woodmanor
Gang/Family Name: Full name is the Royal Nomad Alliance. Known mostly in shortened form as The Nomads. Also abbreviated as RNA.
Gang Description:
Present Status: Currently, the gang is significantly weaker than what it was in its prime. Six years ago it broke apart and different factions within the gang began fighting against each other. The war didn't last long and the gang was quickly reunified but not without large casualties. The gang is in a rebuilding stage and is aiming to gather resources from others within the city.
Specialized Units:
Location Preference: Middle of the West Side
Notable People:
Primary Import: Higher tier guns (sub-machine guns and assault rifles)
Primary Export: Illegal Drugs
SP
Medium Empire
Capital Building
Mining Camp
Blacksmith
RP
Idol Worship
Lumberjack
NP
Salvage
GP
Warrior's Road
Bushido
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: A young African-American gentleman of medium brown complexion with a low box fade black hair. He is of average height and wears a simplistic outfit consisting of a white tank top, tan cargo pants, and yellow and white Chuck Taylor shoes. He always carries a pistol which is the standard weapon of his gang.
Bio: He was born and raised in the Woodmanor neighborhood and has lived there the entirety of his life. He joined the Nomads gang when he was eleven-years-old and rose steadily through the ranks ever since. At sixteen he became the apprentice of the gang's former leader who prepared him to take his position in the event of his death. Sure enough, the gang's former leader was eventually murdered by rivals and he inherited the gang at the young age of nineteen. Being a mere teen at the time he became the gang's leader, he faced several adversities such as lack of a respect from the chiefs of other divisions. He inevitably earned the respect worthy of a leader after he successfully reunited the gang after a civil war broke out between it sets.
As a leader, he is a bold and demanding yet reasonable. He does not tolerate insubordination and will have members who go rogue executed without discrimination. He despises his gangs rivals and mandates that they too be killed without mercy. However, despite his apparent ruthlessness, he is fiercely loyal to his gang and whatever allies they may have. He likes to preserve any loyalties he may have and is reliable in holding up his end of the deal when it comes to agreements. But, his willingness to compromise with neutral gangs has led some other Nomads to believe that he is soft and he has attracted much distrust since obtaining control of the gang.
Neighborhood Name: Woodmanor
Gang/Family Name: Full name is the Royal Nomad Alliance. Known mostly in shortened form as The Nomads. Also abbreviated as RNA.
Gang Description:
Present Status: Currently, the gang is significantly weaker than what it was in its prime. Six years ago it broke apart and different factions within the gang began fighting against each other. The war didn't last long and the gang was quickly reunified but not without large casualties. The gang is in a rebuilding stage and is aiming to gather resources from others within the city.
Specialized Units:
- Block Knight: Patrolmen who can be found carrying one gun and one sword. Superior to foot soldiers in that they carry two weapons instead of one.
- Rollers: The cavalry. Typically found convoying around in sedans and SUVS filled to maximum capacity. Typically use semi-automatic guns.
Location Preference: Middle of the West Side
Notable People:
Primary Import: Higher tier guns (sub-machine guns and assault rifles)
Primary Export: Illegal Drugs
SP
Medium Empire
Capital Building
Mining Camp
Blacksmith
RP
Idol Worship
Lumberjack
NP
Salvage
GP
Warrior's Road
Bushido
Basically, everyone was going. That was the line that Killua drew. Well, he couldn't be the only one to stay behind so he had no choice but to go along. "Alright, I'm going to," Killua announced. He didn't know yet exactly where he would stand in the group's formation. They were such a perculiar bunch, the mismatch of their party caused him to consider if they even needed on. Killua was particularly fast so he felt that he would be probable either in the very front or back. In the middle he would have to worry about someone standing behind and in front of him, effectively restricting his movement in those directions. Of course, Killua could always jump above. He was a bit acrobatic. Feeling confident that they would be fine, Killua prepared to take a step and initiate the beginning of their scouting trip.
Then he heard it. A dreadful noise that attracted the group's attention as if it were a fireworks display.
At first the sound made Killua uneasy. He didn't say anything to express his concern, but he did tense up in preparation for a possible conflict. I haven't fully recovered enough to use nen, Killua thought, analyzing how he would act in the event that this was indeed a combat situation. I'll have to use another means. Killua reached into his pockets and whipped out a pair of rather unconventional weapons - two small spherical objects with strings attached. While he was sure that everyone else in the group would mock him for his choice in weaponry, Killua would pay the taunting no regard for he knew the secret of his weapons. They were reinforced with fine metal. While they were certainly heavier than standard yo-yos, a whack upside the head with their increased weight was potentially enough to crush a skull.
Then he heard it. A dreadful noise that attracted the group's attention as if it were a fireworks display.
At first the sound made Killua uneasy. He didn't say anything to express his concern, but he did tense up in preparation for a possible conflict. I haven't fully recovered enough to use nen, Killua thought, analyzing how he would act in the event that this was indeed a combat situation. I'll have to use another means. Killua reached into his pockets and whipped out a pair of rather unconventional weapons - two small spherical objects with strings attached. While he was sure that everyone else in the group would mock him for his choice in weaponry, Killua would pay the taunting no regard for he knew the secret of his weapons. They were reinforced with fine metal. While they were certainly heavier than standard yo-yos, a whack upside the head with their increased weight was potentially enough to crush a skull.
So far everything was going as close to smooth as it seemed it could get, that was what Killua figured as he coolly continued to observe his makeshift teammates and listen to their bantering. Things seemed to take another odd turn when a talking lizard revealed itself...himself...Killua wasn't sure at all how to identify it. The creature appeared to be friendly but nevertheless it became his quickest concern. The Chimera Ants came in a variety of shapes, sizes, and variations. They mostly appeared as humanoid beasts. Was it possible that this "Rin" character was a Chimera Ant. Killua didn't know and he wasn't in a rush to find out. He'd keep an eye on it to make sure it didn't try anything funny. It was already bad enough that the skeleton man was making him paranoid. Now it was time for more important business. It was evident that the group was going to be sticking together. They just had to decide where there were going to go.
Killua listened to the suggestion of the woman, Veronika. Her idea to temporarily split up was at the very least plausible. The group had enough members who looked to be of capable strength for such a dissolution. An investigative group that would inspect their surroundings was perfectly reasonable. Those who weren't exactly strong enough or had yet to recover from the nauseating trip to the weird location could stay behind and wait for further intel. Killua, however, wasn't exactly sure where he would fit in at the moment. He already felt as if they had been in their current position for far too long. Someone at a distance, the individual who had sent them the scroll, was already aware of their location. Who else knew where they were? Would those who stayed behind be safe if they decided to go through with Veronika's plan. So far Killua hadn't heard of any ideas so he decided to agree. However, he would wait to voice his approval once it became clear to him who was going and who was staying - if the others agreed with the plan that is. Killua wanted to separate himself the skeletal man and the lizard for the time being.
Killua listened to the suggestion of the woman, Veronika. Her idea to temporarily split up was at the very least plausible. The group had enough members who looked to be of capable strength for such a dissolution. An investigative group that would inspect their surroundings was perfectly reasonable. Those who weren't exactly strong enough or had yet to recover from the nauseating trip to the weird location could stay behind and wait for further intel. Killua, however, wasn't exactly sure where he would fit in at the moment. He already felt as if they had been in their current position for far too long. Someone at a distance, the individual who had sent them the scroll, was already aware of their location. Who else knew where they were? Would those who stayed behind be safe if they decided to go through with Veronika's plan. So far Killua hadn't heard of any ideas so he decided to agree. However, he would wait to voice his approval once it became clear to him who was going and who was staying - if the others agreed with the plan that is. Killua wanted to separate himself the skeletal man and the lizard for the time being.
Well, I'm a fan of at least the majority of the fandoms on the list so I can say that I'm interested.
Just popping in to say that I'm still here. I've been a bit hesitant to post since my last one isn't that far back behind the recent ones but regardless I'll be doing another post tonight.
EDIT: Scratch that, I'm going to do a post right now.
EDIT: Scratch that, I'm going to do a post right now.
Killua listened to the reasoning of the woman who had the scroll, Veronika. He had to admit that she too was correct based on their current predicament. Maybe if they had come there willingly, Killua could pursue the choice of an alternative route. However, since they had all wound up there mysteriously, there wasn't much room for deviation. Apart from their current location and the mysterious Elyae, the group had no idea what lay beyond. Killua took a brief moment to try and pinpoint where at in the world they may be. It didn't exactly occur to him that they may be somewhere totally different, despite the contents of the scroll that was dropped. Speaking of the scroll, while everyone else appeared to accept the fact that they had no other leads, and Killua too did that accept with hesitation, the boy still had his doubts. On top of that, there was the hidden uneasiness he had about the group. They were such an odd assortment. There was no way they would hold up throughout the entirety of their tenure within this strange land.
"I'm Killua," he introduced coolly, almost as if he had something to hide. He did, however. The boy wanted to conceal his true nature in case he may need to kill any one of them later. He specifically had his eyes on the skeleton man. There was no way he was going to let his guard down around him. He also took note of the individual who had threatened the skeleton man, Zal. They were both perceived as dangerous by Killua and he fiddled with the possibility that he may have to deal with them later on. In the mean time, the boy decided to put these musings aside to express his current position on the enigmatic Elyae. "Sure, let's go," he said with indifference. He wasn't sure whether he would regret his agreement or not.
"I'm Killua," he introduced coolly, almost as if he had something to hide. He did, however. The boy wanted to conceal his true nature in case he may need to kill any one of them later. He specifically had his eyes on the skeleton man. There was no way he was going to let his guard down around him. He also took note of the individual who had threatened the skeleton man, Zal. They were both perceived as dangerous by Killua and he fiddled with the possibility that he may have to deal with them later on. In the mean time, the boy decided to put these musings aside to express his current position on the enigmatic Elyae. "Sure, let's go," he said with indifference. He wasn't sure whether he would regret his agreement or not.
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