Otherworld RP

[NimbleJack3]

A small and heavily written notice poofed into being a few inches above Edward's skyward face and gently fell onto it. The small red paper declared, in no uncertain terms, that his employment in the Industrial district had come to an end. He rolled over in an attempt to ignore it, but noticed a lump in his side. Opening his grubby and stained shirt, he noticed a revolver poking out of the hole in his side.
This was new. He pulled it out with an inappropriate squeaking noise and held it up in the sunlight coming in through the ruins. Apart from being slightly damp, the break-top six-shooter looked perfectly ordinary. Oh well. It'd come in handy if he ever needed to go back to the Industrial district. No doubt his former employer would have a bone to pick with him.

 

[AcrylicHero]

Darren let out a whistle as he gazed at what he assumed was a multi story building. Yet, he wasn't surprised at all; he had witnessed with his own eyes the form of the culprit and the sheer devastation it could unleash, whatever it was. He guessed the others were searching for any evidence regarding the incident and maybe some sort of helpful tool or whatever.
Darren on the other hand, had other ideas. As he began to shift small pieces of the rubble, he had found what he was looking for. A tattered barely recognizable wallet. However he was quite dissapointed when he discovered what treasure hid within. It was a single coin, and one that had no value here; it was a pound coin. As well as dissapointment he felt nostalgia, and the later curiosity. He hadn'd gazed upon the queen's head for a few years now, he missed the old girl so much that if he had a proper face he would kiss it. Yet, what was doing here in otherworld? Darren also noticed that the coin weighed slightly heavier than normal, so it probably meant that a nutter made the forgery here to remember the goodtimes in life. Despite the worthlessness of it, Darren pocked the coin and began to pretend to be busy.

 

[FeralPhantom]

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry for holding everything up all, things just out of hand but I'm back now

Connor drudges through the ruins to Sydney's side and takes the book, "Looks familiar, but the old man had a lot of books." Connor starts flipping through the pages scanning each carefully for something important when a broad grin spread across his face, "Lady and gents, he have our smoking gun!" Connor climbs on top of a large chunk of stone so he can more easily address the group. "I have here the old man's.....recipe book. He has in here hundreds of different formulas, potions, elixirs, that sort of thing. But flip to the back and there are twenty or so pages of scribbled out formulas but the one that isn't crossed out requires the following....ahem, three ground Fiend spines, Eye of the Hin'adur, grave dirt, etcetera, etcetera. The fun part is this was a formula for creating a "Sentient Forest Golem", and," Connor tosses the book back to Sydney and jumps of the stone slab, "All the ingredients have been multiplied by ten." Connor lets that sink in for a second before continuing, "So now we know HOW the thing came to be, but we have to meet with a certain somebody before we can learn the WHY." Connor takes the book once again from Sydney and lays it out on a flat stone slab nearby and taps on a page for everyone to read where in big red letters the old man had written,

"See Alison at the M.D. preserve before taking action."

 

[NimbleJack3]

Trudging over to the book, Ed shoved the gun away and flipped back and forth along the pages. Idiot man.
Everyone with a background in alchemy knew that you didn't just increase scale. It's like trying to build a tower out of explosives: A small pile is okay, but bigger pile will put pressure on the lower layers and eventually blow up in your face. He'd never had much to do with the giggling madmen who breathed metal fumes all day, but he had learned to recognize when it was time to move away from the workbench. The thing was probably a pile of sludge by now, judging by how unstable it had become.

 

[LilGherkin]

Sydney turned over to Connor.

"What's the M.D.," Sydney asked. "Is it the mans doctor or is it an abbreviation for a district?"
Sydney stared into the pages of the booking trying to find something he could at least wrap his head around in this crazy world. Despite being here for roughly 120 some years Sydney was never able to grasp the concepts of alchemy and the rest of strange powers endowed into this strange world. Ed went on talking about recipes and instability with alchemy, all of it flying over Sydney's head. It's the reason he longed for being back on Earth where everything was understandable.

 

[NimbleJack3]

Spoiler: OOC

Rumpy Bumpy. Come on guys, I love this RP. Keep it alive.

 

[sage42]

"Well instead of standing here, why don't we go find this doctor and see what it's all about." Brandon said impatiently. They where spending to much time here.

 

[FeralPhantom]

Connor snatches the book from under Ed's hands, "Of course it wasn't a correct formula you idiot, encase you forgot it EXPLODED when it was created. He had to report to this Alison before going through with it so my guess is this ***** gave him the wrong info." Connor puts the book under his coat where it disappears into thin air, "Obviously M.D. means Magic District, the old man traveled back and forth from their a lot prior to the.....incident, but finding this 'preserve' will be a bit harder, I don't even have a clue what that could be." Connor shakes his head and rubs his eyes, then takes a quick drink from his flask, "Alright lady and gents, lets get a move on while there's still daylight to burn." Connor makes a quick turn and takes a few steps before stopping abruptly, and looks back towards one of the buildings down the street. On the roof of the building was a cloaked figure, obviously watching them, who stared back at Connor for a few seconds before turning away and dropping of the side of the building and disappearing down an alley. Conner turns around again and starts off down the road again, "Lets go quicker."

Spoiler: OOC

An before any of you say it Connor was the only one to the see the cloaked figure, HA

Any hoo, We're going to be taking a trip down through the Trade District with maybe a brief pass through the Cemetery and Barren Districts, so just squabble amongst yourselves, don't worry I'll throw some action in to keep things entertaining.

 

[NimbleJack3]

Spoiler: OOC

-snip-

Erm.
What people might have missed is that Ed was talking to himself. There weren't any speech marks, but I'm sorry if I got people confused.

 

[LilGherkin]

Damn, I hate the magic district,Sydney thought to himself. He looked up at the sky watching the sun starting to slowly dip behind the horizon. He looked back down staring into Connor's face. His attention was drawn towards the building behind him. Sydney looked back only seeing a single clothesline blowing in the breeze. He shrugged in confusion and nudged Connor.

"You alright there, boy?" Sydney asked. Connor shook his head as if awaking from a daze.

"Yeah I'm fine," Connor replied. "Let's go quicker," he said before turning around and beginning to run.

 

[sage42]

Brandon ran after Connor able to keep up without much effort. Finally we're getting some where. He thought as he ran.

 

[NimbleJack3]

Huffing and puffing behind the others, Edward cursed his lack of exercise. He'd never bothered to, not having much to eat, but now was not the time. He ran after the others as they pounded down the street.

 

[sage42]

Spoiler: Bump/question

Feral should this thread die [sub] please let it not [/sub] will you try to redo that Mutants RP?

 

[NimbleJack3]

Spoiler: Rumpy Bumpy

COOOME OOON FERAL! Don't let this thread die! I frickin love this RP!

 

[FeralPhantom]

Spoiler: OOC

GAH! I take a few days off to play Arkham Asylum and this place goes to hell, and probably not sage, the thing that killed that RP was that everyone just wanted to blow shit up instead of doing something to actually build a story.

After a long travel the group arrives at the border of the Trade District, the transition between the Renaissance style Scholar District to the gigantic market that made up the Trade District is shockingly abrupt, the two districts are literally only split by a thin, invisible line where the border would be.

"Alright lady and gents, I think we all need a little break before continuing on, shop around for some food or whatever the hell else you want, I have some business to attend to." Connor looked around till he saw a large statue of a knight on horseback towering over the market stalls, "When your done, wait for everyone over there." With that Connor quickly disappeared within the crowds. Connor distanced himself from his new comrades quickly and held on hand under his coat at times, gripping the hilt of his sword firmly. "Connor, its been a while." Connor turns on his heels and draws the blade, holding the tip under the hooded figures chin, "Now now, put the sword away before you scare the poor citizens around us." Connor reluctantly hides the sword once again but keeps his hands at the ready, his claws could still get the job done if need be, "How do you know me?" He says, trying to keep his calm demeanor.

The cloaked figure chuckles underneath his hood, "In time old friend, for now I am simply playing the messenger. Go back, and take your friends with you, your playing a game thats far over your head." Connor pretends to consider the offer, "Ya I'm not going to do that, what ever that thing was it killed my friend Frank, well and a lot of other people but mostly its because it killed Frank." With that Connor pushes past the hooded man and heads for the statue.

Spoiler: OOC

Bit of a warning, there is an action sequence coming up, just a little something to keep things exciting.

 

[NimbleJack3]

Pulling around the corner, Edward leaned against the statue and drew sweet air into his lungs. Huffing and puffing, he watched Connor walk up to the statue and look at it. He turned too, observing the long-dead hero on horseback leading some charge against the enemy. The horse had one of those curtain things around it, giving it the look of a parade float. The rider had medals and ribbons pinned to him in weathered green bronze, but the dedication and title had been obliterated under centuries of graffiti. His breath back, he took out the revolver and counted that all six of the brass slugs were indeed firmly in their sockets. Situations might require them later.

Spoiler: OOC

I'm going to guess that the statue's going to come to life or something, right?

 

[LilGherkin]

Sydney's attention turned away from Connor once he saw the first booths that reminded him of being alive once more. He noted in booth in particular called "The Wild West", he stopped by. In it he saw what looked like furniture from his office back then only purchasing a small box of cigars before heading back to the statue and lighting one with his gift. He watched as the rest of the group took off like kids in a candy shop, not noticing Edward who was on the opposite side of the stature. He rested against it working on his smoke rings and watching the sky overhead as the clouds turned gray ready to rain. He tilted his hat forward and pulled up his duster waiting for the possible rain storm.

 

[sage42]

Brandon walked down the street until he saw a shop called "The Gun Show!" Bradon walked in and saw sevral men and women browsing through, looking down the sights, and even shooting at a range of course, all manner of guns. From simple flintlock pistols to RPG's with a guidance systems.

Thankfully there were a set of headphones to drown out the noise. Literally, these headphones had been enchanted to block the sound of gunfire and explosions. He walked up to the counter were the shopkeeper was polishing a gun. Brandon set his revolver on the counter " Another one of these and twenty-three boxes of ammo." He said putting several gold bills on the counter. The shopkeep inspected the gun and with a magnifying glass up to two of his our eyes and said "Hmm rare piece this is. Only got one more in stock, and it's gonna cost a lot more than that." He said motioning to the small stack Brandon sighed and put three times as much on the counter Well that didn't last long He said looking at the small amount of silver and bronze bills he had left.

The odd man went into the back and brought the weapon, it's holster, and the ammo. "You don't happen to have any cigs do ya?" Brandon asked strapping on the holster and gun. He nodded "I'll take a carton." Brandon said putting a hand full of silver bills on the counter. He left the shop a little annoyed that the gun had cost so much. He got to the statue and lit another cigarette.

 

[NimbleJack3]

Spoiler: OOC

Hey guys, I've decided that Ed's current superpower of replicating sounds is crap, so I'm thinking of replacing it with an oxy-sense thing. It means if he's breathing oxygen he can sense other people breathing or things using oxygen, as long as they are all in the same mass of oxygen e.g. He can sense how many people are in a crowd he is near or an automobile engine, but he can't sense someone on the other side of an airtight door or a mechanical golem. The smaller or longer the link between him and what he wants to observe, the harder it is to sense it. Large, short expanses of air work best while finding someone in a building through the air ducts will be really, really hard.

 

[Zepren]

Spoiler: OOC

nevermind, i didnt realise that this was so far along