Otherworld RP

[Azraellod]

Armion walked over to the statue. While there would certainly be plenty of time left in which to visit the stalls, he had no interest in such a venture. The trade district was of no interest to him, as without any money on him, all it would do is result in temptation for him, and he had done enough as it was.

As he reached the statue, he saw that the crowds had been hiding a bench at the statue's base. He sat down, resting his scythe so that the blade hung over the back.

Ah yes, his scythe. Prior to leaving the Scholar's District, he had run off to pick it up from where he had it stored, thinking he might need it. He hoped he wouldn't though, and since the scythe was taller then him when he stood up straight, he had the idea that it could be a deterrent.

He still retained one of his umbrellas, which he had underneath his robe. It was uncomfortable, but it was better then forgetting about it.

Sitting at the bench, he drew out the book that Conner had got him so casually. Looking over things on the journey to the Trade District, Armion had realized that even if he wanted to leave the group now, he couldn't. Now, he thought, I must pay back Conner by finding out what I can from this book. He opened it to the chapter marked Dryads...

 

[NimbleJack3]

Looking away from the man reading the book, and warily eying his scythe, he watched the rest of the group wander in and out of shops. They came out lighter in the waist but heavier in the chest, and looking down at the tiny revolver in his hands he made a note to go shopping at some point. He put it away, placing it in the fire in his belly and took a circuit of the crowd. A stroll among the ever-changing faces would pass the time nicely.

 

[tetron]

Spoiler: ooc

Hey sorry I haven't been around I've been pretty busy lately.

Leon liked the trade district. So many people putting on false faces in order to get more money in whatever they were doing. Of course he could tell what they were really feeling which gave him quite the advantage. After visiting a few gun shops he found one with a genuinely cheery owner, and a cheery owner was always easy to haggle down to a good price. Leon walked up to the man "Hello there I'm looking for a handgun. Preferably one with a reputation as a cannon."

The owner of the store looked Leon over before smirking. "Yeah I got something like that." The man went into the back for a few minutes before coming back out with a rather sturdy looking lockbox. Leon raised an eyebrow curiously as the man set the lockbox down with a broad smile on his face. "Take a look at this beauty. The Smith and Wesson 500 revolver, pinnacle of handcannon technology. Modified for better handling and a higher rate of fire while retaining its accuracy. I actually modified it myself but went a bit overboard since it can fire at too high a rate. Fired six consecutive shots with this baby and my wrist went numb for an hour. 500 gold bills and it's yours. I'll even throw in a box of ammo and a quickloader."

Leon was thoroughly impressed. He had seen revolvers like these in his time and knew they did indeed pack quite a punch. After a bit of haggling Leon was walking out of the store with a new gun tucked into the shoulder holster he had also purchased. It was going to take some time just to get used to the weight of it on his person but a taser wasn't very effective against larger beasts like the one they had encountered before.

 

[NimbleJack3]

Spoiler: OOC

Everyone's getting revolvers. At some point we're going to go up against a monster that eats revolver rounds and we're going to be screwed. Perhaps we should invest in explosives or something?

EDIT:

Spoiler: OOC

Also, I'd like a GM ruling on whether or not Ed's revolver reloads itself when he puts it away in his fire-hole thing. I think a word of god on this would help to balance him.

 

[FeralPhantom]

Spoiler: OOC

Reload it yourself you lazy bastard!

Connor let out a heavy sigh and looked around, "Everyone here? Then lets get back on the road folks." Connor stands back up and starts walking when another hooded figure starts to approach him one of the many stalls, "For fucks sake, I told you I'm not going to..." Connor trails of as he realizes its not the same person he met with earlier, and the new figure draws a curved dagger from under his cloak. "Dammit...run! Everybody run!" Connor directs the group down one of the streets and they take off without a word. Connor turns and sees the figure has been joined by two other cloaked assassins, Connor grabs a knife from a nearby stall and tosses it at them but the first assassin raise his dagger and it glows blue, the dagger twist downward and hits the ground several feet in front of him. "Well aren't you a clever bastard." Connor whispers to himself before turning and running, as he rejoins the group more assassins appear from between the stalls, "Get going!".

Spoiler: OOC

Not the best but I'm tired, so have fun with it

 

[LilGherkin]

Sydney stood there flabbergasted at the number of hooded figures coming out of the stalls one by one, their numbers seeming infinite at the rate they came out at once despite their moderately sized force in actuality. He quickly turned around to run hiding in a nook in between two stalls with his back up against a stone house. An assassin walked by the stall prompting Sydney to stab him in the neck. Another hooded figure witnessed it and ran up to him, Sydney called upon his gift and phased through the wall slipping into the house. Sydney drew a sigh of relief as he clutched his knees pondering how close he had just come to dieing for a second time. His drawn breath came up short as he looked back up to the wall he phased through as an ominous blue glow appeared in the wall as the hooded figure walked through it. Son of a *****, Sydney thought to himself. He could see the man's hood twist with his sinister smile as he lunged forward. Sydney ducked and made a dash for the window of the single story building jumping out of it and continued bolting until coming across, Ed.

"Quit the hunting party they have going for us don't they," Sydney stated. Ed nodded, continuing to run.

 

[sage42]

Brandon ran easily ahead of the hooded figures. Hmm most of them are using close range weapons. Not smart. he thought drawing his 9mm pistols. he turned and fired killing several. He merely grinned, flashing his fangs. It didn't last long when he saw a couple pull out Uzi's "Oh shit." He said as he turn and dove behind a stall. He pointed his finger at the stall and a flame launched onto the stall. son it was engulfed in flames allowing Brandon to run after Connor.

 

[NimbleJack3]

When he saw the assassins fade in all around the market, Ed drew his revolver too slow, too late. A knife spun and deeply cut his left arm. Leaking blood, left arm useless, he squeezed off two rounds that hit the cloaked man's chest and started to pound his way down the street. He was momentarily distracted by one of the group bursting through a first-story window, quipping something and running off. He followed him, reasoning that as long as there were no cloaks in front that was fine by him. They sprinted past a cake shop and ran inside, Ed's bloody arm attracting comments from the staff behind the counter. He picked it up, and ignoring the squeaky protestations, used it to bar the shop's door. He vaulted over the counter and hunkered down with the other man. Automatic gunfire sprayed across the shop front, bursting displays and angering the wooden proprietor.

 

[LilGherkin]

Sydney hunkered down behind the counter with Ed watching his blood pool on the floor from the cut on his left arm. His gaze was drawn back to situation at hand as a bullet pierced through the counter they were hiding behind.

"This isn't even fair," Sydney shouted staring at his only two physical weapons, a rope and a knife. He tied the knife onto the end of the rope tugging it so the rope would magically tighten itself as best it could around the knife. Sydney briefly stood up throwing the knife through the window holding onto the rope and quickly diving behind cover. He repeated this process three times to no avail with bullets still flying through the store leaving several customers dead and an angry owner clutching a bullet wound.

"You're not making any progress you know," Ed said. Sydney stood up from the counter once more throwing the knife through the other window crouched down and pulled it back in this time feeling resistance on the blade, and noticing less gunfire. Sydney dragged it back behind the counter and pulled an eye off the tip the blade. Sydney's hand squirmed at the feeling of the gelatinous orb dropping it on the floor.

"As disgusting as that is you have to admit it is progress," Sydney said showing a faint smile before kicking the eye away in disgust.

 

[NimbleJack3]

"I'll concede that," replied Edward, "But it's a mite disgusting."
He span up and fired three shots into another one of the cloaks, ducking down as another fired off a burst at the store.

 

[tetron]

As the assassins began to appear Leon, out of reflex when these things happen, teleported to a nearby rooftop where he could survey the situation. Connor and Brandon were doing fine. A large amount of gunfire drew his attention and he saw that Sydney and Edward had been pinned down in a store. Leon made his way to the rooftop of the store they were in and drew out his revolver. Taking careful aim he fired once into one of the cloaked figures then proceeded to rapidly fire several more shots at the others, he didn't think he hit any besides that first one but it did force the others to stop firing long enough to seek cover and try to figure out what was going on. Bullets from the sky was always quite disconcerting.

Leon backed away from the edge of the roof and shakily holstered the revolver. Damnit that shopkeeper wasn't joking when he said this thing packed a punch, he thought to himself. He teleported to another rooftop across the street in order to survey the area and lay down cover fire if necessary.

 

[Azraellod]

Dammit!

Armion lagged behind slightly as the others took off. It wasn't that he was slow, but in a street like this where there were lots of people, his scythe had restricted his movements. Now he paused momentarily, and draw out his umbrella, opening it and casting a shadow over himself.

As he tried to set off again though, he felt a heavy impact on the back of his neck. Losing balance, he stumbled on his robe, and fell over. Trying to get up, he saw blood on the ground, and he felt the sheer pain in his neck. He struggled to get up, but it was too much. His umbrella lying a few feet away from him, darkness slowly engulfed his vision...

Spoiler: OOC

I'm really, really sorry about this. After a recent "conversation" with someone off-site, I haven't been able to get into character here properly, so I had to kill Armion off somehow, and this seemed like an appropriate way for some reason. I hope this keeps going, it's good fun to read, but I just cant focus on it anymore.

Once again, I'm sorry.

 

[NimbleJack3]

Edward had been on the point of shooting off his last round when gunfire from above the shop cut down more black cloaks, leaving one in the middle of the street. Ed dashed outside as the man reloaded, sprinting towards the shape before it could place a new magazine in the bottom of the Uzi. He shoved the gun as it sprayed away to his right and held the revolver with the last bullet inside up against the man's chin. He needed to know who had tried to kill them.

"Speak."

Spoiler: OOC

I'm going to leave the guy's response up to Feral. He'll be able to respond with what appropriate for the plot.

 

[FeralPhantom]

"Lang leve de Witte Een."

With that the assassin throws a handful of a strange powder into Ed's face and knocks the revolver from his hand.

"Terugvallen!"

The assassins all turn and run at the command, blending into the crowds in an instant. Connor runs up to the fallen Ed and helps him up, carefully inspecting him for anything out of the ordinary, "For fucks sake man he was a trained assassin, what where you thinking?" Connor helps brush the powder of and inspects it, "Your lucky, its only flour." Connor quickly pulls Ed back into the shop with Sydney to await the others, "Once everyone is good to go, we get moving ASAP, they weren't afraid to attack in a crowded place, they won't be afraid to do it again." Connor holds one hand under his jacket and constantly checks the windows, making sure the hooded figures aren't returning for round two.

Spoiler: OOC

If anyone recognizes the language or have to much time on their hands and an online translator, don't spoil it for anyone else please.

Anyway, fight time over, everyone convene at the shop and we'll move on to the next stop.

 

[NimbleJack3]

After Connor's examination, Ed wandered over to where his revolver lay, and put it back in his side. The now-decimated cake shop had bullet holes everywhere, where the assassins had attempted to kill him. He sat down on the pavement, the adrenalin wearing of and the realization that he had almost been killed sunk in. He was now unemployed, homeless and marked for death by someone. He'd need be ready for any more attempts, and make preparations to live somewhere else. He got up and walked towards Connor.
"I'm gonna go get some stuff. I'll be back in an hour."
Connor nodded, and Edward walked off down the street.

Spoiler: OOC

ARGH, it is getting hard to write for Ed. Does this happen much in RPs?

 

[LilGherkin]

Sydney sat there behind the counter laughing to himself thinking about Ed getting startled by a bit of flour in his face. Sydney rose from behind the counter and poked his head out the storefront looking at the empty streets. Most everyone must have been scared off Sydney thought to himself. He changed his glance over to Connor.

"So tell me," Sydney started. "How is everyone supposed to find us if we're the only ones that know where the three of us are," Sydney said, failing to notice Leon still on the rooftops.

 

[sage42]

Spoiler: *sigh*

Anyone think this can be saved or am I just beating a dead horse?

Brandon shouted over to Sydney from behind another stall. "We'll I'm here. The others may be dead or gone."

 

[NimbleJack3]

Spoiler: OOC

Bump. I like this RP too. I'm hoping it's not gonna go belly-up.

Edward did not return to the group in what he now knew was Baker Street until dusk, where they had piled the broken boards of a decimated stall into a drum and were now enjoying the warmth from the fire within. He gave a short, sharp honk and his new purchase came into view: a green-and-white VW Kombi.[footnote]

Spoiler: OOC

Like this -

[/footnote]
It rattled up to where the group had set up a makeshift camp, and he got out. Now that the van was closer, they could see that the paint was peeling and the seats were patched and torn. He engaged the handbrake, jumped out of the debilitated van's side door, walked over to the group and indicated his recent acquisition.
"I thought we all needed a place to sleep and move around in, so I went and got this. It was only 300 gold quid, and it's got this neat little magic bit on the front bumper, see. It has Brownian motion repulsion, and it moves stuff like crowds or hot coffee away from it. You guys like it?"

 

[NimbleJack3]

Turning away from the mute faces, Ed sat against the front of the van and changed the bandages on his arm.

Spoiler: OOC

Bump. Is this thing still going?

 

[LilGherkin]

Sydney stood in awe of the contraption, despite being in an ever changing world of technology Sydney had never ventured beyond the contraptions of his time. He ran his hand over the carpeting of the van feeling the ratty patches and peeling paint of the interior.

"So, how does this thing work?," Sydney inquired.

Spoiler: OOC

I'll still try to keep it going