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The Millstone of Time
Tweet Topic Started: Apr 27 2012, 10:53 PM (1,254 Views)
Lord Talancir D'Landior	Apr 27 2012, 10:53 PM Post #1
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	(This RP is for people who signed up prior in the Org XIII signup thread. All others, feel free to spectate.) General World Setting Mobius is split between three primary factions: The Republic of Acorn and its allies, the Eggman Empire, and The United Confederation. Consumed in the turmoil brought about by over 17 years of near continuous struggle, the bystanders are swept along the currents of war. The Eggman Empire is the largest of the three factions. Led by the nefarious Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik, the Empire holds the world at bay, or under it's control. The Empire is headquartered in New Megaopolis, which was built outside the ruins of Old Megaopolis, on the eastern coast of the "Normercan Continent." A totalitarian autocracy, Eggman's control is reinforced through his sub-bosses, which help him maintain order and control over the populace in the various regions throughout Mobius. Those nations and regions that are not part of the Empire pay tributes in order to maintain some semblance of autonomy. Still others host their own Freedom Fighter groups dedicated to fighting the Empire, with varying degrees of success. The United Confederation is the current major human government. A parliamentary confederacy, the United Confederation is headed by Mayor Bullyani, the elected head of Station Square, and consists of the communities inaugurated by Station Square, as well as various other human and Overlander communities and cities. The Confederation is not inclusive only to these; despite xenophobic undertones, various Mobian species call the Confederation home, and have been allowed to prosper. The Republic of Acorn is the last major Normercan political entity that resisted usurpation by the Empire, despite its proximity. The nation had been witness to tumultuous change, from a suppressed kingdom bereft its ruler, to a fully realized absolute monarchy called the Kingdom of Knothole, to it's current status as a constitutional monarchy headed by King Elias Acorn and his Council. Within its current capital of New Mobotropolis, the Republic of Acorn continually resists attempts by the Empire to dismantle and destroy the centuries old monarchy, primarily through the efforts of Sonic the Hedgehog and the Freedom Fighters. One of the most recent of stories about the Republic began when it was still an absolute monarchy. The previous 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. Everyone other nation seemed 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. Only the fledgling United Federation had pledged their unconditional aid against Dr. Eggman. Despite their pledge, the G.U.N. military organization barely held the military muscle needed to defend a city-state, let alone a fully realized national entity. They have for the most part held the line, with some exceptions that have actually seen them gain some progress in pushing the Empire back. 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...... Pre-Opening Guide: As you prepare to post your OP, please consider the reasons for why your character would find themselves in the Republic of Acorn. whatever their motivations will ultimately help direct the direction of the storyline. Also, please do not reply to this post. I will be posting the Initial Scene a day or so after this post, after which you may proceed. Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Apr 27 2012, 11:08 PM.
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Lord Talancir D'Landior	Apr 29 2012, 03:43 PM Post #2
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	Initial Scene 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 mostly peaceful transition, and the subjects of the former Kingdom still fought for their homes. 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 newly cut and traveled roads and pathways instead led to New Mobotropolis, a proud city-state resting on a small hill on the borders of a floodplain, on the outskirts of the Great River. 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. It was a sheer contrast to the battle-torn stories that ranged the oratory spectrum. One would almost expect the walls to reveal signs of damage and repair, but these walls are seamless... pristine. The entrance ports resembled irises, 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. The sun was just starting to hover lower in the afternoon sky, and a gentle summer breeze danced among the plants and the trees. The activity of the city began to pick up as the day edged toward dinner time. ((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.)) New Mobotropolis: Areas of Interest 1. Castle Acorn Seat of Normerca's ruling monarchy; the House of Acorn, and is the crown jewel and primary hub of the Kingdom of Acorn's capital; New Mobotropolis. It is a near perfect reproduction of the old Castle Acorn of Old Mobotropolis. 2. New Mobotropolis Bazaar and Marketplace Crops are produced within the city's walls and distributed here. Additionally, craftsmen that produce jewelry and other knick-knacks sell them here. Note: Possible Black Market operations center; the Royal Army is officially 'investigating.' 3. Lake of Rings New Mobotropolis' primary source of Power Rings, generated using nuclear fallout channeled from the ruins of Old Mobotropolis. 4. King Frederick Airfield Named after a former ruler of the Acorn monarchy, it is the main aviation hub for the city, capable of handling various types of aircraft. It features an underground hangar and two parallel runways, one of which features a launch ramp at one end. 5. School The educational facility is capable of providing basic education to all ages. 6. Science Center/Observatory The main center for scientific research, this facility strives to keep the Republic of Acorn at the peak of scientific and technological advancement. 7. Uncle Chuck's Diner A popular five-star restaurant owned and operated by Sir Charles Hedgehog. 8. Tommy Turtle Memorial Hospital Named after fallen Freedom Fighter Tommy Turtle, it is the primary healthcare center for New Mobotropolis, offering patients the highest quality, most advanced healthcare available. 9. Prison The complex is currently under heavy guard. 10. Royal Army HQ The main military headquarters of the Republic of Acorn's military forces, with the Royal Secret Service operating out of the top floor. 11. Power Plant A volume of the Great River has been diverted through underground aquaducts to the power plant, which provides a constant supply of hydro-electric power. 12. Library Centre of learning for Mobians of all ages. Information is available in both book form and raw data. 13. Civic Center A social gathering centre for everything between club meetings and city referendums. 14. Coliseum One of the largest buildings in New Mobotropolis, the Coliseum serves as the site for concerts and other such public events. 15. Julayla Memorial Garden A public park near the Coliseum, the garden allows inhabitants of New Mobotropolis a place to relax and unwind from the stress of daily life. 16. Residential Housing 17. Faux Forest; Residential Apartment Areas 18. Protective Wall This wall runs the entire length of New Mobotropolis' perimeter, and is equipped with powerful forcefield generators that serve as the city's primary means of defense against hostile attacks. 19. Food Storage 20. Theatre 21. Temple Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Apr 29 2012, 04:25 PM.
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HollyYoshi	Apr 29 2012, 06:49 PM Post #3
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	�It�s�just like my old home used be�� Immediately upon stepping through an entrance port, Oakland Resistance Division Agent Blaire Fields had felt a rush of nostalgia overcome her. The violet-furred Siberian Husky was taken back, back to a far more jovial time. For she had lived in the old Mobotropolis during the years before the coup, she and both her parents. And it seemed like only yesterday that she was a young child of eight that her family had returned to the city after a two-week vacation following the Great War, only to find it transformed into the dreary Robotropolis � and subsequently driven out of the city by a pursuing Hover Unit with the intent of capturing them. Her family was lucky. They managed to avoid the horrifying fate of Robotization that plagued so many millions of Mobians � many of whom had to suffer through the metallic curse for well over a decade. Thus would explain the reason for the wide grin that was currently etched on Blaire�s lavender muzzle. It had been so long since the dog had been in the original version of the city, before it had undergone transformation by Robotnik�s sinister hands, that a near-perfect recreation of Mobotropolis almost set her tail wagging. Almost, but not quite. After all, the reason why she was inside the city of New Mobotropolis in the first place was not because of some nostalgia-fueled retreat. It was to do some mercenary work for the Republic. Blaire thought about how she came to be here. Following the defeat and resultant dissolving of the Klawzax Unit shortly after the death of Ivo Robotnik, the Oakland Resistance Division had not seen too much action. There were a few odd missions they took here and there, but up until the Second Robotnik War had started, the freedom fighter group didn�t get much done. That�s why when the call for assistance had been put out by the Kingdom, Blaire had jumped at the chance to serve them for the greater good of Mobius. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. New Mobotropolis had been a short plane ride away from her home in Oakland Village � the husky rolled her eyes as she was reminded of the flight. Her pilot was Basil Stratose, a Cape Hare with a voracious appetite. Though he not only was an expert pilot, but a fellow O.R.D. Agent and friend as well, Blaire absolutely hated his landings. The lapine was prone to �showing-off� whenever he landed any sort of aircraft. It wasn�t uncommon for him to suddenly cause a plane to go into a tailspin, nose pointing right at the ground as the craft twisted and turned �round and round, only to pull back up at the last second and land safely � the fact that Basil had performed this very stunt on the way here made the Siberian Husky glad she had eaten a light breakfast that morning in anticipation. The important thing was that she had gotten to New Mobotropolis in one piece. The canine took a quick look around, finding herself right by the Civic Center. Up ahead was Castle Acorn, the seat from where recently crowned King Elias Acorn ruled. Blaire continued onward. From what she had learned, the ban on weapons in the kingdom that had been in place since the rule of the late King Theodore had been lifted recently. Nevertheless, the Mobian did not want to give the impression of a hostile newcomer. Therefore, she had left her armaments � saber, SIG, and even her Cryokinetic Bangle - with her best friend and her team�s second-in-command, Aurora Lunetane, outside the walls. A quick call as soon as she was able to would be all Blaire needed and Aurora would be there within five minutes. �I wonder how many hours she�s going to have wait there, though. Maybe I should* have brought my weapons into the city�*�



Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader	Apr 29 2012, 11:43 PM Post #4
【The Knight of Tigers 】 Posts: 5,462 Group: Former Monarchs Member #6,733 Joined: March 17, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Australia 3DS Friend Code: 0404-6433-6113 Steam ID: crusaderandtimothy	The memorial garden was nice this time of year. The sun was hot, the breeze cool (but not too cool), the trees provided just enough shade to avoid sunburn while still enjoying the warmth and the songbirds were out in full force, putting on the most adorable faces they could to coax the soft-hearted park-goers out of a snack or two. One such pair of park-goers � a couple on a late afternoon picnic � alternated between feeding each other sandwiches and pieces of fruit and tossing the occasional scrap to the birds, all amongst copious fits of giggles. The tiny avians had a veritable field day, considering the overabundance of food the picnickers had brought; they snatched up what they could, stashed it away in their nests and came back for more over and over again. Everyone was having such a fun time that they didn�t notice the disparity until it was right in their midst. A black-haired human crouched on the ground � bobbing and bouncing along like the critters around him � with a dark grey scarf draped over his arms like long, limp caricatures of wings. The birds, previously twittering happily, slowly fell into silence, hopping backwards warily. The couple, also, stopped mid-sentence as he approached. With deliberate � surely not rehearsed�? � movements, he lifted a fist to his mouth and gave a very confident �ahem� before giving his makeshift �wings� a flap. �I am a bird,� he stated, very matter-of-factly, �Chirrup chirrup.� The couple stared at him. He stared back. � They slowly packed their food away in a basket, got up and promptly left. As did the birds, once they realized the bizarre human had ruined any chance of more food. Laevatienn � for that was his name � gave a dejected �tsk�. �I was certain it would work that time. Maybe I need a fake beak after all.� Ah yes; the delusions of the desperate. He hadn�t eaten for� what had it been, a day now? Or maybe it just felt like a day... The insistent growl of his stomach told him it didn�t care either way, and Laevatienn had learned not to argue with his appetite. �Uuuuuu~�� he lamented as he got up and dusted himself off, �It�s a cruel world after all�� Well, he made the same complaint at least once a week, and any normal person could tell him it was his own fault. Not that most people would, due to two reasons he pulled out of a nearby bush; a spear almost as tall as he was and a heavy, sheathed sword with an abnormally long hilt, both of which were tightly wrapped with bandages covered in neat black writing. He slung the sword over one shoulder and the spear he secured to his back with his belt and scarf. Gruuuuuuu� his stomach complained again. The boy puffed out his cheek sulkily, and was about to verbally berate his noisy gut when something light bounced off his head. Surprised, he picked it up; small, red and with a little tuft of green on the top� could it be a whole strawberry?! He looked upwards from where it had fallen from, catching a brief sight of a bird peering over the side of its nest before it vanished again. The look of surprise on Laevatienn�s face was replaced by a soft smile. �I don�t know if you meant to drop that or not,� he said, giving the bird�s nest a solemn salute, �But if you did, I appreciate it.� And, popping the delicious fruit into his mouth, he turned around to face the next hour with a renewed sense of hope. Then started choking on the leaves he�d neglected to remove from the strawberry first. Ah well; it can�t all be uphill.
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Virgil	Apr 29 2012, 11:51 PM Post #5
[蝙蝠の娘] Posts: 1,337 Group: 1337!! Member #9,663 Joined: January 16, 2009 Steam ID: laharlie Game Currently Playing: Borderlands 2	The weather was nice in the Mobotropolis, especially in the bazaars. The marketplace was teeming with life, the locals crowded the market along with several tourists and the many vendors were making the usual amount of money at their stands � It was mostly like any other day down in the Mobotropolis marketplace. One of the vendors was busy counting his change, his back turned and humming to himself. He wasn't paying attention as a large robed figure approached his stand and it's metal claw reached forward and grabbed a small mechanical trinket out of the pile. The creature examined the gizmo, it's mask's mechanisms began to turn and the goggles it wore swapped to a higher magnifying resolution to get a closer look at the device. It spent a good few seconds looking at it until it looked back up, put the device on the counter and rang a small bell to get the clerk's attention. "Sorry, lunch break... come back some other time." was his response. The mechanical creature responded in a cold and dry mechanical tone. "I do not have the time unfortunately to come back later." The clerk began to get flustered. "Look, I am busy right no�" he said as he turned around until he got a good look at his customer, his eyes widen in horror as if he saw a ghost standing in front of him. "Oh no, not you... not you." "Why not me?" was the machine's response. "Take what you want and leave me alone, Engineer... I will not be your experiment!" "Oh... You're one of those." the 'Chaos Engineer' said in response and then continued in a remorseful tone, "One of those who believe in make-believe stories based on assumptions... One of those who believe I am a monster." The 'Engineer' took the gizmo and lifted in the air, then spoke. "How much do you want for this." "Just take it and go, just spare me!" the clerk spoke in fear, shaking uncontrollably. The 'Engineer' grew a bit annoyed by his reaction, he thought to himself 'Sometimes, I wonder why I don't just walk away...' "Look, I am trying to help you by giving you money in exchange for this trinket. How much do you want for this?" he insisted. The clerk spoke some sort of gibberish for a moment before speaking coherently again "Any price! I don't care! Just give me how much you want for it and please let me live!" The Engineer simply let out a sigh and pulled open a bag � he took out ten shiny golden coins and then walked away with his gizmo. The clerk was still visibly shaken up even after he left. 'I hate living like this, people fearing me.' Seth thought to himself as he walked through the crowd, getting many odd looks as usual. He was a boogeyman of legend. About the second he came out of his den, he knew people would be giving him odd looks immediately... he was an outcast among society, he was once a man that now is a monster in people's eyes. 'If people could only see that I am not what they think.' His name was Sethos Ahuramazda, he was once an ordinary human that born about five hundred years ago... that has long since lost his humanity in exchange for a mechanical body to sustain himself. He now walks among unfamiliar faces in an unfamiliar time that treats him like an unfamiliar figure with unfamiliar tendencies. He was well-known all over the world of Mobius from the lowest alleys to the highest palaces as a very real and 'immortal' boogeyman that everyone feared. He was a monster in everyone's eyes. All because of some a dream he had, and a dream he still believes in, and a dream that he will risk everything for to accomplish, even if it cost him his humanity and to be forever painted as a monster among mortals. His dream is simply that big of a goal for him to complete. And yet, the only thing that keeps getting in his way is time. Time before his reservoir drains completely and he finally meets his end, which he hopefully doesn't meet before he meets his goal. That's the only reason why he isn't in his den, he needs to recharge... he needs more energy. And he needs to search the ends of Mobius to find it. He was in for a long journey anyway, at least he prepared for this.
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Devy The Mutt	Apr 30 2012, 01:01 PM Post #6
'Ello, lad! Posts: 2,631 Group: E Rank Legend Member #12,660 Joined: December 29, 2011 Gender: Male Country: United States of America Steam ID: mxnneurosis Game Currently Playing: Oddworld: Abe's Oddysey	Malachi was at a far corner in the back of Uncle Chuck's diner. A pleasant place for him to snack on something while taking a long break from school. He sat in silence for nobody was with him. He just chewed at his appetizer and swallow in satisfaction. He looked around at the wonderful place. It was small, but then again, crowded. Dates, parties, and just a place for people to hang out, everyone was there. He looked at his food and pushed the plate. All he could think was I'm full. He sat and looked at the time. He sighed and got up to use the bathroom. As he went in to do his business, he began to think about how he was going to get any further in life if he is going to be stalked by his own cousin, Vendetta until Malachi had no choice, but to kill him. He finishes, washes his hands, and walks out with a straight, but tired look on his face. He sits down and waits for the waiter to deliver his dessert. Edited by Devy The Mutt, Apr 30 2012, 01:02 PM.
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Lil Avii	Apr 30 2012, 07:04 PM Post #7
Home for the Holidays Posts: 835 Group: D Rank Hero Member #6,894 Joined: March 24, 2008	"Ms. Toilynn!" "Mrs. Ermeene! It's nice to see you again!" Nero stretched out next to the little shop stall, strategically positioning himself in a nice patch of the late afternoon sunlight while staying out of the way of Sierra and her customers. He was a sight- a large, black dog with bones where legs should have been, a skull where the upper half of his head should have been, and pearly white vertebra dotting his spine all the way down to the top of his otherwise furry tail. In short, he was a Skeleton Dog- the witch's familiar. "You simply must move here once and for all. All this back-and-forth- to the Federation of all places- it's not safe for a young lady such as yourself." "I assure you; I'm well capable of taking care of myself, M'am," she chuckled. Sierra, or Toilynn Trubeau, smiled as she always did, her pointed hat flopping to one side as she tilted her head. She was his witch, his master, his friend, him, and he was her shadow. They'd been travelling to New Mobotropolis (or at least, Old Mobotropolis) and back every few weeks for a few years now- selling magical wares and charms to the much more accepting Mobians (the overlanders and humans of the Federation never did take a real liking to "witchcraft," you see). Today, however, was different; they only ever stayed in the kingdom-gone-republic for a week at a time, and their seven days would finish at sundown- but Sierra had changed the game. When they closed shop in the market, they wouldn't be heading out of the city but much farther in- to the castle, to be exact. Nero didn't question things. He twisted the front of his body to peer up at the old weasel and stretched again. This time his front paws- or at least, the bony remnants thereof- caught the hem of the lady's skirt, just enough to tickle her ankles and catch her attention. "And you, Nero!" His tail wagged lazily, kicking up dust as it smacked against the ground over and over again. "You really must put some meat on those bones!" "I've got to keep my figure, Mrs. Ermeene." "Do you! Ah, there's no reasoning with you either!" He dragged both boney paws over his face with a yawn, two furry, pointed ears keying in on the grandmother (or great-grandmother, he remembered) as she snapped open a purse. "Another bag of that Sweet Cauldron tea, dear- actually, two? I'm having a little thing with a few old friends. And would you mind charming this? My great-granddaughter- Marianne, you know- is having a birthday coming up and..." The conversation faded out as a much more interesting commotion hit the dog's ears. Panic, annoyance... he rolled onto his belly and watched the stall across the market. The source was a tall figure, trying desperately to buy something off a rather panicked vendor. The man, if he could be called such, was all metal and gears. He could hear his inner workings under the dark clothing and behind the complex mask- and he could sense him too. Sierra was a mage of life, and fire, and metal, and chaos, and so Nero was as well, and he could sense all those things in the mysterious man. "Oh, look, Sierra" He barked. "A golem."
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D-Metal X	Apr 30 2012, 09:05 PM Post #8
TIME TO REALLY EXPLODE! Posts: 1,354 Group: A Rank Hero Member #9,196 Joined: July 13, 2008 Playstation Network ID: MSX8976 Xbox Live Gamertag: MetalSyX	"Whiskey on the rocks." Ryou Kazaki asked for his drink, resting his arms on the bar at Uncle Chuck's diner. It was calm; the restaurant was not very populous and there were a few other patrons at the bar. Ryou paid them no heed, looking at the various bottles of liquor that were behind the bar. Of course, he was by no means complacent; Ryou was always on guard, albeit at different levels depending on his environment. New Mobotropolis was a fairly safe area for him, but there was always that chance of an ambush. Regardless, Ryou had business to do in the city, but there wasn't a need to rush. He received his drink and sipped it slowly, enjoying the brief sense of heat and minute relaxation that came with imbibing alcohol. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Something on your mind?" asked the bartender, cleaning a glass and looking at him. "No, no I'm fine," replied Ryou, nodding. "Just enjoying my drink." "Alright then. Would you like to keep this tab open?" "No, thank you. I need to get going after this drink." After a few more sips, Ryou placed the money for the drink, along with a nice tip, on the bar and stepped out of the restaurant. Ryou took a look around on the street he was standing. New Mobotropolis was starting to get busy, bustling even. People were heading in all sorts of directions to the various attractions the city had to offer. It was Ryou's third time into the city, but he knew where a few things were, for the most part. It came with his line of work. In fact, Ryou just had his drink over a successful kill. He was an assassin, a professional killer. His specialty was sniper rifle kills, and he was actually in New Mobotropolis to procure an extra battery (for his rifle) from his contact network, which operated out of the New Mobotropolis Bazaar. Lately, the Royal Army was starting to get nosy and investigating the Bazaar. It would make Ryou's work slightly more difficult, but ultimately not a problem. And even if he couldn't get his battery immediately, it wouldn't be a big deal. He had enough spare ammunition for quite a few more "missions"; he just liked being prepared. He began walking down the street towards the Bazaar, conveniently located further down the same street as Uncle Chuck's diner. As he walked, Ryou noticed a few Royal Acorn soldiers walking along the street in the opposite direction. He chuckled, wondering if the Royal Acorn family would ever hire an assassin. Politicians were supposedly good employers for people in his line of work. Ryou's thoughts were interrupted when he finally reached the Bazaar. He headed inside. Edited by D-Metal X, Apr 30 2012, 09:19 PM.
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Lord Talancir D'Landior	May 6 2012, 09:32 PM Post #9
~ RP Knight ~ Posts: 2,394 Group: Former Monarchs Member #2,592 Joined: September 26, 2007 Gender: Male Game Currently Playing: All the games. All of it.	Split Scene: Blaire Fields "Oh man, that was royal... no pun intended, heh. I'm so glad you got me out of that mess, Sally." "Well thank you, but I can't take all the credit. For that, you could be thanking Mina and Ash." "My pleasure to help, Princess. I'm just glad I was able to help clear your names." "Yeah. Thanks, Ash. Appreciate the help and all. But yeah, did you see Hamlin's face when the Council made the ruling? I swear, he was trying to invent new shades of pissed off!" "Hehe! Yes well, as much as I privately enjoyed that little session, I'm glad that I don't have to deal with that every single day. I don't know how your uncle does it." A small group of six Mobians - a hedgehog, fox, armadillo, chipmunk, and two mongeese - made their way out of the palace, talking as they went. The bulk of the discussion involved the chipmunk and the hedgehog, and of the group, the hedgehog gave the air of being the most vocal. Almost nothing about him seems too out of the ordinary: blue fur, red shoes with white stripes, white socks and gloves, and an almost visible swagger dictated his attitude. The chipmunk, meanwhile, was dressed in blue knee-high boots, a matching blue jacket, and a shock of short red hair on her head. Her manner - calm, poised, complete with an aura of command - clearly demonstrated that she was used to being in charge, more often than not. "And it turns out that it didn't matter that your prayer for sore throats wasn't needed, Sonic," the fox said, patting the hedgehog's arm. "Nicole's video capture of the whole night really helped out." "...Well yeah. It didn't work with Mammoth Mogul, so I'd thought it'd work with Hamlin, since he's not as omnipotent and all, but hey, I'll settle for the Council voting in my favor any day." "I'm still surprised that he didn't review the evidence thoroughly before pressing charges," the male mongoose said. "I mean, I'm used to red tape in other nations, but this was rather shortsighted of him." "Hamlin did try to suppress the footage," the chipmunk replied. "His suggestion that Mammoth Mogul's challenge was a bluff didn't seem to go over well." "I'm sure there's a saying about blessings in disguise somewhere," Sonic muttered. "Hamlin's got the kind of backbone that I never knew he had." The group made it to the intersection at the foot of the hill, and said their goodbyes. "Mina and I are going to head back to our apartment. What with what's been going on, neither of us have gotten much sleep." Mina, the female mongoose in question, yawned at the mention of sleep. "Good idea, Ash. See you later, guys." "I've got nothing else to do, so I'm going to head to the airport to get the plane ready for tonight's mission." "Good idea, Tails. Thank you. I've got some things to take care of, then I'll see you down there." "Okay, Sally. See you soon!" "I'll come along and give you a hand, Tails." "Thanks, Mighty." "I'll be there soon enough. Gotta drop by the diner, spend time with the family and get some grub for the mission." "Well alright, but make sure you get there to help get things together!" "Yeah, yeah, I got it. Later, Sal'!" With a dash of wind, Sonic was gone, zooming down the road running behind the Civic Center and winding around pedestrians, narrowly avoiding a purple furred husky that had just turned off the road leading between the Civic Center and the diner. With a quickly exclaimed "SorryI'minarushbye!" the hedgehog zoomed around the bend and disappeared into the diner. Sally cringed; she couldn't tell at this distance if Sonic had knocked the husky over or if she had maintained her balance as Sonic quite nearly ran her underfoot. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of her eye, Sally lengthened her stride, endeavouring to apologize on Sonic's behalf. "Excuse me! Are you alright?" Sally had placed a hand to her mouth, calling out to the husky before her emotions got too ruffled. Once she was closer, she lowered her voice to more conversational levels. "I'm really sorry about that. When he gets up to speed, he tends to cut corners. I get on him often about that, and sometimes he listens. Other times..." Sally trailed off, and shrugged. "Well anyway... I don't recognize you so I take it you're new around here. I'm Sally Acorn, and I'm the leader of the Knothole Freedom Fighters. Nice to meet you!" Split Scene: Malachi Bernadette thought that the young looking wolf trying to look like a decoration in the back of the diner looked especially dismal . He was a nice enough fellow when he came in - she was chatting with the greeter at the time - but now, he seemed lost in thought. Something was depressing him... there had to be a reason why he chose to lose himself to his thoughts in a restaurant. by now she knew all the regulars by appearance, and even some of the not-so-regulars, but she couldn't place this young canine anywhere. The best thing, she decided, was to mention this to her husband, Jules. Jules, sitting at the end of the bar, next to the wall, put a roboticized hand to his metallic chin and rubbed it thoughtfully. After a few seconds, he hummed aloud. "You're right, Bernie. In fact, I don't even think he's a citizen of the Kingdom." "You mean the Republic, Jules," Bernadette chided gently. "Yes, yes, I remember that so called 'change in name," Jules replied. "Back to the wolf there. I think I'll go introduce myself." A few minutes later, Jules sauntered to Malachi's table, the wolf's ordered dessert in hand. "Here you are, son. Your dessert... and some company, on the house. Might I ask what's on your mind?" Split Scene: Laevatienn It was about the time that he had begun to imitate some unmutated birds that Nicole decided NOT to materialize right next to the strange human. She had been monitoring him and 5 other new individuals that entered the city today, and by far, the human was the most interesting... but only after one applied a sense of morbidity to the 'interest.' Still, 'strange' could also mean 'easily spooked,' so it probably for the best to approach the human as normally as she could muster. So be it. After filing a report to the elements of the Army, no doubt keeping an eye on the human, and the second most interesting person in the city, Nicole chose a small copse of trees near the temple, and activated her holographic emitters. A shimmer of light left the shade and crossed the road into the park; as the light resolved into a silouette, Nicole paged one of her friends on the Council. "Excuse me, Rotor. Are you busy at the moment?" Rotor's intercom reply was prompt. "Hello, Nicole. I'm not quite busy right now. Just got done with the hearing on Mammoth Mogul's escape, and I'm headed to the Bazaar to do some shopping before I head home. Why, what's up?" The silouette had solidified by now, showing a brown and black furred lynx dressed in a purple, black lined shift. "Oh, perfect! I would like for you to go meet an interesting person in the Bazaar. He's not acting hostile, but he seems to be scaring some of the vendors." "'An interesting person,'" Rotor repeated. "Really. Now what's so interesting about this person that you would need a ragged cripple like myself to 'go meet' him?" "I'm not sure, but I was hoping that it was something you would have knowledge in. He's about human height, metallic, and wearing an archaic mask." A pause. "Uh huh. Anything else?" "Yes. Before insisting that he take whatever he needed, the vendor had called the figure 'Engineer.'" "...Engineer? As in, capital E, Engineer?" "Yes." By this time, Nicole had crossed through part of the park, several meters away from where the human had begun choking on a strawberry. "Why do you ask?" "...Oh, alright. I guess I'll try to hurry things up." "Please don't hurt yourself on my account, Rotor! But thank you all the same. Talk to you later." Signing off with Rotor, Nicole walked a few meters closer before greeting the strange human. "Excuse me? I notice you're not a citizen here. Are you here for work? Or tourism, maybe?" Split Scene: Sierra, Ryou and Sethos "Please don't hurt yourself on my account, Rotor! But thank you all the same. Talk to you later." Nicole promptly signed off, and Rotor inhaled deeply before letting it out in a sigh. After a moment of quiet contemplation, he increased his stuttering hobble towards the bazaar, off in the near distance. It was slow work, his foot still being bound in a cast and being forced to rely quite heavily on his crutch and his one good leg, but once there, he spotted the 'interesting person' somewhere near the back. It was honestly quite easy, as after the incident Nicole told him about, everyone in the bazaar was giving him a wide berth. Rotor had heard the stories too, but being an Engineer as well gave him some unique insight. Hopefully he wouldn't have to use any of his knowledges in an offensive manner unless necessary... and Rotor really didn't want to make his injuries any worse than they already were. Shifting uneasily on his crutch, he patted the tool belt he wore under his Councilman's robes, then walked gingerly toward the tall, masked and cloaked figure, briefly brushing past a green lizard in a grey trenchcoat. "Whether or not the stories are true are up for discussion," Rotor said loudly, "But I for one wouldn't mind if certain aspects about them are false. We've had you on surveillance for a while, and it's been reported that the worst you've done is scare people. As you haven't yet done anything that echoes the stories about you, Chaos Engineer, I'd like to think that there may yet be more fiction than fact than they let on. "I am Rotor, a member of the Royal Council of Acorn. If I may be so bold, what is your business here, beyond scaring the business into giving away free stuff?" Edited by Talancir D'Landior, May 7 2012, 05:37 PM.
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Virgil	May 7 2012, 12:01 AM Post #10
[蝙蝠の娘] Posts: 1,337 Group: 1337!! Member #9,663 Joined: January 16, 2009 Steam ID: laharlie Game Currently Playing: Borderlands 2	Seth put the gizmo he was examining into one of his many pouches underneath his robes. The golem turned to the Mobian named 'Rotor', letting the council member get a good clear look at the mask he wears all the time, one of the mechanisms on his 'face' hissed just before he began to speak. "Not all 'myths', live up to what the describes legend... Councilman. There are many things those fairy tales tell about me, while I will not dismiss anything these tales of old, I will say that they are based on assumption only. They are tales based on simple observation, and any scientist that knows the scientific method knows that an observation doesn't give you the answers, just a means of gathering data... and any engineer knows simply observing something doesn't tell you what's wrong with it, you must look deeper into it." The Chaos Engineer approached Rotor, showing his impressive stature that made the Mobian look like a pathetic midget in a cast compared to his gigantic height. He pointed towards Rotor's injured leg and continued his speech. "For example, your leg is in a cast which tells me that you injured it. But it doesn't tell me how you injured it, I can think of millions of ways on how you may have injured your leg, but I would never find out what unless I examine it further or ask. That is an observation... that is what those ancient tales about me are based on, people observing something in a particular way." Seth pulled the gizmo out of his robe and said "And, I didn't scare him to give me this mechanical device, he scared himself by believing those tales. I still gave him something in exchange for this." He slipped the gizmo back into his pouch. "As for my business here, I am simply doing what I do every fifty years Councilman. Nothing more." After he finished his speech, Seth stood there, completely motionless while he waited for a response from Rotor. Edited by Virgil, May 7 2012, 12:05 AM.
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HollyYoshi	May 7 2012, 06:34 AM Post #11
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Blaire had stopped walking for a brief moment, taking in the landscape around her. She couldn�t believe how utterly pristine the gardening work looked � neatly trimmed hedges and trees, flowers and plants placed in a way that looked natural, but still had an artist�s flair to their positioning, the lack of weeds, it all came together in a very nice display. And after living surrounded by a forest with flora that was pretty much free to grow any way it wanted, the scene before her was a nice breath of fresh air. However, the Siberian Husky was not going to simply get a chance to admire the panorama. For she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes � very, very fast movement. A fast blur of movement. A fast blue blur of movement. And it was coming straight towards her. It was a combination of lightning quick reflexes and sheer dumb luck that Blaire managed to avoid being run over by the fleet-footed Mobian � at least that�s what she thought it was. Hey, something that fast could have been some really high-tech missile or something that malfunctioned during a crucial test. However, when the blur spoke in a normal, but very fast-paced voice that indicated he was in hurry, that�s when the dog realized it was indeed a living breathing creature that almost knocked her over. The canine dived into the grass just as he passed by her, barely catching a glimpse of him turning a corner and vanishing into a nearby diner. She took a moment to catch her breath, her heart beating a mile a minute from the adrenaline rush she had received. �My goodness, that guy makes Aurora look like a snail.� Sufficiently calmed, the Siberian Husky pulled herself up to her feet just in time to hear someone calling out. Excuse me! Are you alright? The violet-furred dog scowled; no, she most certainly was not alright. She had almost gotten run down, after all. Yet Blaire knew better to be rude to someone who was showing genuine concern for her well-being. That didn�t stop a slight ire-filled lilt from creeping up in her voice as she spoke to the red-haired squirrel she now noticed walking up to her. �Yes. I�m fine. Barely though�� I�m really sorry about that. When he gets up to speed, he tends to cut corners. I get on him often about that, and sometimes he listens. Other times� The squirrel didn�t really need to say anything else, for Blaire could already figure out the message she was trying to get across. The dog crossed her arms over her chest. �Let me guess, he doesn�t listen, right?� Well�anyway I don�t recognize you so I take it you�re new around here. I�m Sally Acorn, and I�m the leader of the Knothole Freedom Fighters. Nice to meet you! �Ah, nice to meet you as well, Sally,� Blaire answered, her voice a bit more affable. �As for me being new, in a way, yes. I was born in the original Mobotropolis about eight years before the coup, so this New Mobotropolis doesn�t seem quite so �new� to me, so to speak,� she stated with a soft chuckle. �Anyway, I�m Blaire Fields, agent of the Oakland Resistance Division. I�m here to answer the call for mercenaries, so I kinda need to see the�wait a minute�� The canine looked incredulously at the brown-furred Mobian, remembering exactly what she had introduced herself as� �Hold on a second. Did you say your name was Sally Acorn? �Acorn� as in the ruling family?�



Devy The Mutt	May 8 2012, 05:09 PM Post #12
'Ello, lad! Posts: 2,631 Group: E Rank Legend Member #12,660 Joined: December 29, 2011 Gender: Male Country: United States of America Steam ID: mxnneurosis Game Currently Playing: Oddworld: Abe's Oddysey	Malachi blinked two times as he was startled by Jules. "Oh, hi there. I-I'm just going through some emotional stress. Nothing much. Being happy in one minute, sad at another minute, and then worried. Right now, I'm just worried..." Malachi said. "All part of Bipolar 2, I guess..." Malachi said. He set out a book and started to read it. Multitasking by reading and talking to Jules at the same time. "Oh, by the way, my name is Malachi. Malachi Xavier Miller..." he said introducing himself in a polite manner. He smiled at a funny part of the book he was reading. He grunted to get some of the mucus out of his throat. He closed the book when he finished the chapter he was already a page from completing. "You mind telling me what your name is?" he asked folding his arms. He took a bite out of his dessert and seemed satisfied so he took another. He looked up and waited for Jules to answer. Edited by Devy The Mutt, May 8 2012, 05:10 PM.
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Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader	May 8 2012, 10:25 PM Post #13
【The Knight of Tigers 】 Posts: 5,462 Group: Former Monarchs Member #6,733 Joined: March 17, 2008 Gender: Male Country: Australia 3DS Friend Code: 0404-6433-6113 Steam ID: crusaderandtimothy	As the lynx spoke to him, Laevatienn gave a �harrumph� that could have been a sound of alarm or a means of clearing his obstructed windpipe � or, more likely, both � and turned to face her. With his throat now unblocked, he quickly set his voice to work. �Hahaha, scaring a guy while his air supply�s running out?� he said, gesturing lightly with one hand and adopting an expression of mock astonishment, �What a mean sense of humour you have, Miss. But I�ll let that slide since you probably just saved me an embarrassingly ironic demise.� Although he was joking around outwardly, his thoughts were already going into overtime. Asking those kinds of questions without so much as an introduction, and with that kind of formality� Law enforcement maybe? Customs official? Definitely someone with an invested interest in people looking out of place. Calm down, he told himself, I�m fine. Haven�t broken any laws� to my knowledge. Nothing to hide, just as long as she doesn�t try to confiscate my weapons. Should I make a casual escape? No, wait, maybe I can fool her out of a meal or tw- nah, she looks too clever to fall for the usual tricks. Okay, just play things cautiously, see where this ends up. �In any case,� he continued, �You�re absolutely right; I�m not from around here. As for why I�m here� You could call it work, or tourism, or both, or neither.� He shrugged and pulled a wry grin, as if inviting the lynx to solve some kind of riddle.
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Lil Avii	May 14 2012, 01:19 AM Post #14
Home for the Holidays Posts: 835 Group: D Rank Hero Member #6,894 Joined: March 24, 2008	"I'll have the charm ready by tomorrow! Nero will send it along," Sierra smiled her smile, sorting her new order into memory. "And here's your tea!" "Thank you again, Ms. Trubeau- and, do consider moving here," Mrs. Ermeen packed the small package into her purse. She was a sweet old lady, if a bit tenacious with her ideas. Regardless, Sierra nodded and tipped her hat, as she normally did in farewell. "I will! Have a good evening!" The market was starting to fill, as it always tended to do in the latter part of the day. Ironically, Sierra decided to start closing up shop. Shiny charms and whimsical amulates, books flipped open to painted pages depicing numerous spells, and innumerable parchements- rolled or flattened-out- had been laid out upon her stall's counter so that each piece glinted just rightly in the sunshine or fluttered distractingly at the slightest breeze. She'd sold a few enchanments that day, enough to make the whole prep worth it. After a brief stretch, the witch started packing up. Of course, Nero wasn't where he was supposed to be. He hadn't travelled far, yet, but the skeleton dog had already moved nosily close to... ... The Boogeyman. Her ears pricked under her pointed hat. She didn't know his name, but the tall figure at least lived up to some of the stories she'd heard in passing- that he was a creature of gears and metal, absent any flesh or blood. Just like Nero, she could sense the strangeness under his cloak and behind his mask, but that didn't mean he couldn't harbor the faintest trace of life, and he did. Beyond that, the rest of the stories had yet to be proven true. "He scared the vendor," Nero finally explained, trotting back as Sierra resumed backing. She kept her ears trained on the commotion- especially when the well-known Rotor showed up to accost the golemn. "He paid, but the guy freaked out anyway." "And you aren't explaining this to the nice walrus, why?" She sighed; it wasn't too long ago that the locals had eyed her and especially Nero the same way. There was nothing more threatening than a witch and demon-dog setting up shop, but people warmed up. People always did.
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D-Metal X	May 16 2012, 06:31 AM Post #15
TIME TO REALLY EXPLODE! Posts: 1,354 Group: A Rank Hero Member #9,196 Joined: July 13, 2008 Playstation Network ID: MSX8976 Xbox Live Gamertag: MetalSyX	Ryou stepped into the bazaar, looking for his contact. As he expected, the bazaar was rather busy, but he was good at spotting specific people from a crowd. It was a good skill to have, given his line of work. He knew that his contact man worked towards the back, so he began to trudge through the throng of people in his way. As he walked on, he felt someone brush past him. It was a walrus, injured at that, who hobbled past him. Ryou noticed the injured man's attire and noted him to be someone of authority. Curious as to what could drive someone of such stature to the bazaar, he decided to follow. After more crowd navigating, Ryou arrived at the walrus's destination: a confrontation with what looked like a very tall Overlander. Ryou had not heard any stories of "boogeymen" or monsters of such a sort, at least from his uncle. To Ryou, the walrus was speaking to a simple Overlander. Wait a minute... what the... Ryou looked at the face of the "Overlander" and saw what looked like a mask made of metal. A very elaborate one, at that. Now Ryou was very curious at what this person, or thing, was. He watched on as the walrus continued to talk.
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