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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Nov 21 2009, 04:07 PM Post #1 |
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Seventeen long years of intermittent, internecine conflict. It was said that The Kingdom of Acorn was the last true bastion of freedom on Mobius. In spite of all the ravages of almost two decades of war, the Kingdom still stood strong. Well, it was a Republic now, but the stories said that it was a peaceful transition, and the subjects of the former Kingdom still fought for their homes. The most recent of stories about the place began when the Republic was still a monarchy. King Maximilian Acorn had traveled the world, visiting those nations who still had some measure of autonomy, asking for allies in the fight against the Eggman Empire. Their response, while cordial, was not what the King had hoped. Only the newly formed United Federation had pledged their aid, and with some exceptions, the G.U.N. military organization was barely larger than the military muscle needed to defend a city-state, let alone a fully realized national entity. Everyone else was content to let the Kingdom struggle on its own. It had done so well so far; if things kept up, there was no reason to commit precious resources and manpower to a done deal. The Royal Army hadn't given up, though. The call was put out for anyone who wished to join the struggle against the Empire. Those that chose to answer that call would serve the Kingdom as mercenaries. Of course, there would be a myriad of other reasons why someone would want to fight the Empire; only the best strategic, political and scientific minds could hope to survive, or even benefit in the Kingdom's havens. The life of a mercenary, however, was definitely one of the most lucrative...... The City of Mobotropolis had been the capital of the Kingdom of Acorn for centuries, and yet, as your journeys had taken you to the heart of the Kingdom, you had learned from passersby that the capital no longer stood in that city, now an sprawling, irradiated ruin. The roads and pathways instead led to New Mobotropolis, a proud city-state standing on the outskirts of the Great Forest. More peculiar yet had been the overnight transformation into a constitutional monarchy. Spearheaded by the newly crowned Elias Acorn, the christened Republic of Acorn stood poised to usher in a new chapter of history. The city, was surrounded by large protective walls bereft of anything resembling a portcullis or ramparts. The walls were metallic, almost ceramic in nature, and the many roads stretching across the countryside led naturally toward the city, and the natural spherical 'ports' in the side of the wall. The ports resembled an iris, and when one stood in proximity to them, they swiftly cycled open to reveal the city beyond. Inside, it was almost surreal in its tranquility. The residents of the city went about their business in an agrarian setting. Thatched roof huts sat under tall trees, whose boughs had been built upon and made into tall, apartment-like complexes. Further into the city, various skyscrapers stood above the tree-tops, and in the center, atop a gently sloping hill, stood a grandiose castle. Water cascaded down from special culverts placed high above the hill, near the top of the castle's walls, and as the water fell, they fed rivers which ran through parts of the city. It was altogether an impressive demonstration of city planning. ((Pick a spot, any spot, from the link to the picture above. You don't have to be in the same area when starting out.)) Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Nov 21 2009, 05:31 PM.
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| Lil Avii | Nov 21 2009, 09:29 PM Post #2 |
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Toilynn "Sierra" Trubeau's Profile New Mobotropolis hadn't changed much, not that Sierra had been away for very long. Sure, home was in the United Federation, but the young dhole had traveled from place to place extensively, and since its construction, the new capital of the Kingdom of Acorn had been one of her stops many, many times. Usually, she traveled here and there, selling magical wares and services to the population; today, however, making an honest dollar was the last thing on her mind, and New Mobotropolis was to become a permanent residence- at least until her contract was over, whenever that would be. As it were, she'd arrived to make a difference: to become a mercenary, as brutish as that title sounded. She ambled through a familiar portcullis, one hand helping to shoulder an oddly-shaped broomstick, the other gripping at the back of her sweater. Julayla Memorial Garden sprawled out in front of her, its emerald grasses swaying in waves from the light breeze blowing over the area. Shimmering in the afternoon sun, Ring Lake was a perfect complement to the rest of the park. It was all supremely peaceful, but Sierra couldn't take in the scenery for very long; she had business to take care of, first. Where had that announcement back home said to go? Ah, right: the Royal Army Headquarters. Made perfect sense, anyway. Sierra glanced back and forth, getting her bearings, before heading off in the right direction. Edited by Lil Avii, Nov 27 2009, 04:13 PM.
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Sorry for my ridiculously long posts all the time! 8P Avii's Famous Last Words: Cos, If you are reading this message, then I have literally dug myself into a hole from which I cannot escape, and desperately need someone to /tp to. It's... It's dark and... I think there's something down here with me. So cold. Starving... " PS: I was digging an accessway straight down to the new tunnel. My calculations were off. I seem to have hit bedrock...." PPS: I can't see the sky from here... - Avii, Playing Minecraft with survival teammates | |
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Nov 21 2009, 10:20 PM Post #3 |
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This New Mobotropolis just like many other entities I have encountered is different from the Mobius I remember, a very tall Prime Mobian fox (as he dubbed himself) clad in a white, carbon black and orange suit of reflective armor thought as he entered the city. There was no cached global positioning data to overlay here. This was truly new. The temporally displaced fox cyborg got many a strange look from the smaller Mobians. The children, even smaller got closer to their respective parents, thinking he was some kind of giant that came to eat them all. They were safe however, for the fox's carnivorous habits didn't go past hamburgers and meat loaf. His stomach, housed within a contraption that was sinew, blood, metal and wire rumbled at the thought. He kept hearing about the Republic of Acorn, which used to be referred to as the Kingdom. A monarchy? Not unheard of where he came from, but those were ancient times. The only thing Royal to him was the United Kingdom of Great Britain. The fox then felt another pang of nostalgia as he thought of 22nd century England, the birthplace of his beloved Maria, and her unfortunately dead father. Her mother was an interesting mix of Anglo-Japanese and died in the city of Reading after giving birth to Maria. England, where the truly great lived and died. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Nov 22 2009, 06:40 PM Post #4 |
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The sun was just starting to hover lower in the afternoon sky, and a gentle summer breeze danced among the plants and the trees. Toilynn Trubeau: Life Discipline Check (optional) On your way to the Royal Army HQ, you see a familiar shape stand from a one of the benches placed at intervals around Ring Lake. A walrus by the sight of him, he was dressed in a blue uniform with red trim, with a red sash draped over his left shoulder and decorated with gold epaulets. A foam neck brace supported his head. Stiffly, he grabbed a crutch he had propped up against the bench, and began to hobble with a slight limp toward the road, in the direction of the Royal Army HQ. To those not familiar to the city, a walrus living in the more temperate climes would take those souls aback, but anyone familiar with the more prominent faces of the city would recognize Rotor Walrus, the former tech geek for the Freedom Fighters, and current member of the Council of Acorn. Miles "Cy-Fox" Prower: In any event, giving the strange figure 'breathing room' was an understatement. Though there were obvious Mobian features at certain parts, and no one could mistake the twin tails the owner possessed, the majority of him were far too removed from what could be considered as familiar. Despite an almost morbid curiosity felt in passersby -the defenses of the city hadn't reacted to him, and being this far into the city, he couldn't possibly be hostile- the locals let him have his space. At the intersection ahead, a modest one-story building stood a short distance down the road on the left, and the citizens of New Mobotropolis milled comfortably about. It looked to be a restaurant of some sort; the Logo attached to the roof of the building read as "Uncle Chuck's Diner." |
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Nov 22 2009, 06:50 PM Post #5 |
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The fox looked down to make sure he didn't step on any of the New Mobians on accident as he guided himself towards the diner. Perhaps he would be able to grab some useful information through background chatter or the proprietor. To his satisfaction, the door was at human height. The fox pushed forward and swung open the swinging doors and entered. |
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| Lil Avii | Nov 23 2009, 11:02 AM Post #6 |
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As Sierra ambled away from Julayla Garden, the last remnants of living nature's aura faded from her senses. She'd long heard of New Mobotropolis' wholly artificial flesh and bone, but now it seemed some actual life was being added to the sterile suroundings. The young dhole turned to give the verdant grounds a last glance but instead found a large, unsteady figure in her line of sight. Rotor Walrus was still easily recognizable, even in a neck brace and on a crutch. His labored gait stood out like a sore thumb, or leg, for that matter. And there he was, hobbling along, alone... “Mr. Rotor!” She called, tail flicking quickly in greeting. She didn't know if it was her place to pry; that was something she'd figure out later. “Excuse me if I'm being forward, but, do you need any help?” |
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Sorry for my ridiculously long posts all the time! 8P Avii's Famous Last Words: Cos, If you are reading this message, then I have literally dug myself into a hole from which I cannot escape, and desperately need someone to /tp to. It's... It's dark and... I think there's something down here with me. So cold. Starving... " PS: I was digging an accessway straight down to the new tunnel. My calculations were off. I seem to have hit bedrock...." PPS: I can't see the sky from here... - Avii, Playing Minecraft with survival teammates | |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Nov 23 2009, 08:38 PM Post #7 |
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Toilynn Trubeau: At the sound of Toilynn's voice, Rotor ceased his laborious shambling and turned around, pivoting on his crutch. "Oh, hello there," Rotor called back, smiling weakly. "It's not as bad as it looks, but it still hurts to walk without this crutch. I prefer to keep using this thing, but Dr. Quack has threatened to take it away from me so I can heal without it. Thanks for the help, though." Rotor paused, cocking his head ever so slightly -in a neck brace, such a movement looked very difficult- and said, "I think I've seen you around once or twice, but I've never learned your name. You're not a citizen of the Republic, are you?" Miles "Cy-Fox" Prower: Inside the diner was all hustle and bustle. The din of noise reflected the enjoyment of the patrons, and the loud shrill of music. Despite the outward appearance of being a one-story building, the interior revealed the Diner to actually be a half-story into the ground, and the decorations were free of feeling claustrophobic. Just inside the door were two Mobians; one was a small hedgehog with blonde hair, wearing a purple dress, and she was chatting idly with the greeter. "He..." The greeter's voice trailed off as she finally comprehended the size of the new arrival. "Holy cow." "Hello there, and welcome to Chuck's Diner," the female hedgehog said. "I'm Bernadette, and I'm the owner's sister-in-law. Would you like a seat?" |
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| Lil Avii | Nov 24 2009, 12:34 PM Post #8 |
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Sierra's ears relaxed with the walrus' genial reply. Even better, Rotor's explanation didn't sound as bad as he looked. It was a slight relief. Still, his predicament was good incentive to jump back into her studies, which she had taken a long break from; with a bit more learning and practice, she'd be able to help people like Rotor as a third-tier Life witch. At least she'd mailed a few of her spell books ahead of her. The library had arranged to hold them until her arrival. But she was thinking too much. “No, sir, I'm from the United Federation,” she responded. “But I come here quite a bit to sell some of my wares at the market place.” She tapped her hat for emphasis. “You'll probably see me around a lot more, though. Today, I'm answering that call for 'mercenaries'.” |
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Sorry for my ridiculously long posts all the time! 8P Avii's Famous Last Words: Cos, If you are reading this message, then I have literally dug myself into a hole from which I cannot escape, and desperately need someone to /tp to. It's... It's dark and... I think there's something down here with me. So cold. Starving... " PS: I was digging an accessway straight down to the new tunnel. My calculations were off. I seem to have hit bedrock...." PPS: I can't see the sky from here... - Avii, Playing Minecraft with survival teammates | |
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Nov 24 2009, 03:29 PM Post #9 |
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The fox immediately sat down as if on command and stared. He knew the hedgehog. At least an alternate version of her from a childhood long gone, sadly an inanimate dead version. Both he and Sonic had lost their parents in the opening attack by Eggman. He knit his brows within his helmet, but the expression on his mouth remained neutral. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Nov 25 2009, 07:00 PM Post #10 |
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Toilynn Trubeau: Rotor gestured with his unoccupied paw. "Walk with me, if you please. While I'm surprised that you would seek employment with the Republic instead of the Federation, I could think up a few reasons why. G.U.N. isn't known for cordial relations with anyone other than other Overlanders, and though Mayor Bullyani does his best, it will probably be some time before his initiatives break down the Overlanders' stereotypical xenophobia. I can imagine that the mercenary life pays more than a standard job, too." Ring Lake had recently been made the home of a clutch of Chao, following the destruction of their Chao Garden a few weeks ago. As they left the Julayla Memorial Garden behind, the Chao's playful noises reached a certain peak, then died away. Rotor turned back for a moment as he heard the sound, a ghost of a smile dancing on his snout. A second or two later, he turned around and continued his sauntering limp down the road. "So... a mercenary, huh? Tails did mention something about that earlier in the Council inquiry... but then, you just arrived, didn't you? What was your name, again?" Miles "Cy-Fox" Prower: The steel giant abruptly sat down on one of the couches lining the entry/waiting room, and the greeter raised an eyebrow. "Um, okay..." "I meant if you'd like a table or a booth," Bernadette said, laughing. As she calmed down, she noticed that the newcomer had a matching pair of tails sprouting from his posterior. She cocked her head. "Tails? Is that you? How did you get so large?" Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Nov 25 2009, 08:31 PM.
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Nov 25 2009, 07:21 PM Post #11 |
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"It's a long story," the cyborg said. His voice was of that of a mature fox, with a dry and deep tone to it, which was enhanced by vocal distortion that gave it a robotic drone. He then cocked his head. "One that may be unbelievable but it is all one-hundred percent true. If you're willing to bring a few trustworthy ears over, and an order of noodles I will be happy to share it at a booth." |
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| Lil Avii | Nov 26 2009, 02:53 AM Post #12 |
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“Sierra,” she finally replied, eagerly following after Rotor, her pace slowed to match his. The chao fanfare rang in her ears, and she, too, turned her gaze on the innocent creatures. Even from her distance, Sierra picked up on the above-average levels of Chaos stored in the little, blue bodies; chao were, after all, born of the energy, itself: living Rings, in their own right.“Well, Toilynn Trubeau is what's on paper. I just like 'Sierra' better. “And, it's not that the G.U.N. is too harsh on us, it's just that they're not as, um, progressive as you all are. I want Robotnik stopped, not staved,” she explained. “They're just not doing that- not that I'm complaining, of course.” |
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Sorry for my ridiculously long posts all the time! 8P Avii's Famous Last Words: Cos, If you are reading this message, then I have literally dug myself into a hole from which I cannot escape, and desperately need someone to /tp to. It's... It's dark and... I think there's something down here with me. So cold. Starving... " PS: I was digging an accessway straight down to the new tunnel. My calculations were off. I seem to have hit bedrock...." PPS: I can't see the sky from here... - Avii, Playing Minecraft with survival teammates | |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Nov 26 2009, 10:14 PM Post #13 |
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Toilynn Trubeau: Rotor chuckled. "Ah, I like the sound of that. 'Stopped, not staved.' You know, we may be closer to the former than the latter, but who knows? Robotnik may yet make things interesting. It's good to meet you, Sierra. Nicole, can you come here please?" Next to Rotor and Toilynn, the air shimmered, and a brown and black furred lynx dressed in a purple shift materialized next to them. Matching Rotor's pace, she clasped her hands behind her as she walked. "Yes, Rotor?" "Nicole, this is Toilynn Trubeau, alias 'Sierra,'" Rotor said, indicating at Toilynn off to his side with his unoccupied paw. "She's come here from the United Federation with the intent of becoming a mercenary for the Republic." "Oh splendid! It's a pleasure to meet you, Sierra!" Nicole cocked her head thoughtfully, and added, "It's a shame you couldn't come earlier. The other mercenaries who came today are already in a briefing." "Oh, I figured that the timing was off." Rotor turned to Toilynn and explained, "You see, I was headed down to the airport to help run checks on the vehicle that's going to be used for tonight's mission. They're heading out in a couple hours. This complicates things somewhat." "Well, if she wishes to start earning her pay, she could attend tonight's mission. I'm sure Sally could consider you as sworn in, up until she gets the official paperwork filled out." "Hm, now there's an idea." Rotor stopped his shambling, considering the choices. "So what would you like to do, Sierra? Want to hitch a ride on tonight's mission?" Miles "Cy-Fox" Prower: Bernadette was taken aback when Cy-Fox spoke with his harsh, grating, metallic undertones. She looked at him a little closer, and said, "Oh... I guess not quite the Tails I know?" The greeter shifted her weight from one foot to the other, reaching for a menu. "So you'll be needing a booth?" "Yes, we'll be needing a booth," Bernadette said with an unsettled tone. "Come to think of it, I might be needing to fetch Jules and Charles, too. So, why are you here again?" "Booth it is, then," the greeter said as cheerfully as she could muster. "Right this way, and, um... please mind the chandeliers." Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Nov 28 2009, 05:37 AM.
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Nov 26 2009, 11:27 PM Post #14 |
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Miles bent his body forward as he proceeded to the booth that he was led to. The cyborg then raised both hands to his helmet. An internal handshake went on within his systems, causing the locking mechanism that kept his helmet on to release with two audible clicks. He pulled the helmet off of his head and set it aside, revealing a more vulpine and humanoid face. He had a haphazard mop of blond hair/fur on the top of his head and his eyes had an unearthly blue glow to them. After a few seconds, he noticed two hedgehogs, both very close in appearance to Sonic (Prime Mobian canines were larger than the rodent-types), only one had a white mustache and pince-nez. He was unfamiliar. Miles concluded that this was Chuck. Upon closer examination he found that the other hedgehog was actually robotic or some kind of cyborg. This must be Jules then Miles cocked his head, staring at the approaching hedgehog. The Jules from my time was killed from the off-set and never put into any kind of cybernetic implement. |
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| Lil Avii | Nov 27 2009, 08:56 PM Post #15 |
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"Ah, I like the sound of that. 'Stopped, not staved.' You know, we may be closer to the former than the latter, but who knows? Robotnik may yet make things interesting. It's good to meet you, Sierra.” “Same here,” she nodded, beaming, soon listening as the pinniped called to someone else: Nicole. She was Princess Sally's aide, the digital creator and overseer of New Mobotropolis. It didn't take long for the brown feline to appear before them, and Sierra smiled in greeting. "Yes, Rotor?" "Nicole, this is Toilynn Trubeau, alias 'Sierra.' She's come here from the United Federation with the intent of becoming a mercenary for the Republic." "Oh splendid! It's a pleasure to meet you, Sierra!" “Likewise, I'm sure!” “It's a shame you couldn't come earlier. The other mercenaries who came today are already in a briefing.” Sierra, too, cocked her head. She was late? There hadn't really been a deadline- or she hadn't heard of one. They should really say these kinds of thing in big bold print; she would have left home earlier. Rotor and Nicole continued to converse over their options, and finally something came to light; an honorary mercenary was still a mercenary, right? "Hm, now there's an idea." Rotor continued, coming to a stop. Sierra halted as well, tail flicking with intrigue. “So what would you like to do, Sierra? Want to hitch a ride on tonight's mission?" “I'd like to help any way I can,” she explained after a nod. “I'm sure I'll be ready for the mission, tonight.” |
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Sorry for my ridiculously long posts all the time! 8P Avii's Famous Last Words: Cos, If you are reading this message, then I have literally dug myself into a hole from which I cannot escape, and desperately need someone to /tp to. It's... It's dark and... I think there's something down here with me. So cold. Starving... " PS: I was digging an accessway straight down to the new tunnel. My calculations were off. I seem to have hit bedrock...." PPS: I can't see the sky from here... - Avii, Playing Minecraft with survival teammates | |
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