Otherworld (RP)

[sage42]

Brandon sat at the table in the library. For a world full of people to corrupt too go to heaven and to pure to go to hell, it had a vast assortment of knowledge. He had made the Scholar's District his second home, right after the Winter District.

Brandon's tail wagged as he open the book and began speed reading through it. He quickly stopped it though, it still felt weird when he was to happy. As Brandon closed the book, he thought about all that his new knowledge had brought him. He knew almost every thing about what the living called Heaven, Hell, and Earth, but next to noting about the world he was now apart of.

But like most of the others who now lived in this world, Brandon had a few bad habits. Among them gambling. Brandon grabbed his coat and set out for Cemetery district to settle a small urge.

 

[jad4400]

Cross ducked as a mug flew over his head, the several small mini brawls had fused and became one huge bar fight, people were either scrambling for the exits or jumping into the fray.

Cross moved into a corner of the bar and watched the fight grow.

 

[SimpleChimp]

A mug would have smashed into Murphy's face if it wasn't for this. . . what ever it was that changed him. His arm shot out and caught it before murphy could even understand the threat. Looking up he realized the bar had erupted into a fight, and the horrid looking masses began to tear into each other.

Murphy saw a man who looked normal, clad in old style plate mail sink into a corner. Before even thinking he darted over there, and stopped an arms distance away (murphy's arm distance away).

"Can you tell me where i am?"

 

[jad4400]

Cross looked over at a man with a strange arm, he looked confused and had asked him where he was

Cross chuckled to himself "Well, by the looks of it your in the middle of crazy town, but in all seriousness your in a bar in the Cemetary district of Otherworld"

 

[SimpleChimp]

"Other world?" . . . Murphy looked around letting both his arms sag, "This means i'm dead. . . But why is every one . . . mutated. . ."

He looked at the oddly dressed man

"Every one but you . . ."

Spoiler: ooc

It should be noted that i kind of ran away during the orientation they gave at first. And since then i have been pretty much walking around in a stupor. By i, i mean murphy. So he isn't settled at all in the world.

 

[jad4400]

"Don't really know why we have mutations, mabe just to help us ruvies here or to provide the people in heaven and hell with somekind of entertainemnt, I duno, I have enough of a problem keeping my self entertained"

Cross gestures towards the massive bar fight

"So I improvise"

 

[FeralPhantom]

Spoiler: OOC

We are in Cemetery District jad

"OH BLOODY HELL! I'm sorry Whitey but will have to conclude our business at another time."

Connor pushes past Alencian and attempts to help the bartender and the rest of the staff stop the fight, which for him meant subduing as many people as possible as quickly as possible. As Connor unleashes a kung-fu style hell upon a couple of Renaissance era warriors the rest of the bar begins to settle down as most of the brawlers are unconscious or fleeing, Connor knocks the two men he was out and moves in on the small group that is left of the brawlers, "Alright gents, I'm a bit tired and very annoyed so lets finish this of fast." he yells over the noise as he plants a hard kick to the back of the knee of a Japanese man with an arm made out of stone.

 

[jad4400]

Spoiler: ooc

I fixed my mistake

"Leave it Conner to be the buzz-kill" Cross sighed, he realized that he had used up all his peanuts egging on the brawlers.

"I'm gonna go get a drink" he said to the man he was talking to

Cross walked up to the terrified bartender, gave him his empty peanut bowl, put down a few coins and said "I'll have an ale please, and can you put it in a frosty mug?"

 

[SimpleChimp]

Taking in the fact that he was dead, and this wasn't just some terrible dream, Murphy sulked over to the bar.

"Something hard and strong." He said pulling out a rather crumbled twenty and placing it on the bar.

"You still take the green back right?"

 

[jad4400]

Cross saw the man put a twenty on the bar

"Yea that will cover to drink" He said "But you'll want to get some coins soon, they hold more value than Earth's money. When I came up I found out that fifty gold dinare could barly buy me newspaper."

He took a sip of his drink and then looked over at the man

"So newbie, how long have you been here? Judgeing by how confused you are with your power, and that you have Earth money still I'm guessing you just got here?"

 

[SimpleChimp]

"Dinari?" Murphy looked over at the strangely dressed man "No one uses gold Dinari any more. What, are you from the medieval times? I guess that explains the get up." Murphy slammed back the quick liquid with no hesitation. "I just got here, you could say that. I've been running around for what i assume was a day and a half. If this places runs off earth time."

Spoiler: ooc

Actually i think the Iraqi's use a dinar still. . . hmmmmm. . . What ever. Murph pronounces it wrong, doesn't know the country, but he is pretty sure your not a 20th century goon.

 

[jad4400]

"Yea is runs on Earth time give or take a few hours and o answer your question, Yes I am from what you would consider to be the Medieval time, I've been up here for more than 950 years."

Cross then sips his ale and look at it longingly

"I do miss the wines of Earth, especially the ones from Italy and France"

 

[SimpleChimp]

"Jesus. I miss the women that dont look like something out of mortal combat." He says referring to the waitress from before, "Unless of course she looked like Sonya Blade. That would be fine by me!"

He smiled and looked over at Cross before realizing the time period gap.

"Oh fuck, my bad. I forgot your freakin' ancient!"

 

[jad4400]

"Don't worry about it, we don't phisically age up here" He explained

He watched as Conner was calming the few brawlers that were left down, they were still somewhat rowdy and Cross had to duck another flying mug.

Then after another several minutes the fight was over and Conner was looking somwhat annoyed

"Alright who started this?" he asked the crowd

"And this is my cue to leave" he said to Murphy.

He then handed him a small bag of coins "You need these more than I do kid, be carful Graveyard is a rough district. Don't give the beggers money, we don't phisically need to eat and they just spend it on booze anyways like we do. Stay out of gambling fights also untill you've been here a while. One last thing, talk to Conner, I think he can help you get to know your power better, thats essential to surviving here, good power control."

As Cross went to the door he turned one last time and faced the bar and more specifically Conner

"Hey Conner good skills, but next time don't be such a wet blanket" He then picked up a peanut off the floor and flicked it at Conner, who was begining to look more visibly angry

Knowing he was outstaying his welcome Cross quickly exited the bar and began walking on the streets.

Spoiler: ooc

I'm assuming Cross and Conner know each other as they seem to frequent the same bar

 

[SimpleChimp]

Murphey slipped the bag of coins into his LBE (bassicly the ammo/supply belt a soldier wears) and headed over to Conner.

"The Knight sent me over to talk to you. Somethin' about controlling my powers." He offered his hand "Names Charles McMurphy, but you can just call me Murphy."

 

[sage42]

Brandon arrived at a small town in the Cemetery District and headed to the local Bar hoping to get a piece of the gambling ring before it shut down, only to see that it shut down for a fight. "Damn it! Every time." He said under his breath. He noticed a man, more of a vampire really, finishing off what was left of those who still wanted to fight. "Hey Conner." He grumbled as he sat down at a table.

 

[EvilJoe1]

Name: Matt Olson

Age: 20 in human 2 in otherworld

Appearance: http://www.9jcg.com/tutorials/Alessandro_Baldasseroni/Making_of_The_Hunter/making_of_the_hunter_37.jpg under the suit his body is burnt and as a result he is entirely bald

Gifts: From suit- Strength - by no means able to lift a building with one hand but is obviously
super-strong this also make him able to jump further than normal
- Speed - Matt's suit makes him able to run faster than any normal human
- Enhanced senses - Matt's suit gives him increased hearing, sight and what-not

Weapon: Railgun with a flame-thrower and bayonet attached(Uses very strong magnets to fire chunks of metal so he can easyly make his own ammo)

History: Matt was an orphan that the military adopted a raised to be the perfect soldier, and was trained in the use of a state-of-the -art suit known as 'The Promethean'. He died during a routine test of the suits resistance to electricity.

 

[Jav3lin]

Alencian walked over to the barkeep and raised his hands, palm faced towards his face.
The barkeeper's eyes peered right into Alencian's for a quick second.

You will tell me where i will find this book and the information will be free. Afterwards you will pour me a vodka & tonic on the house

Eh ye, yes, talk to Fredrick at the Library District... here you go
Alencian took the drink and sat down at the bar.
Thank you
He tossed two gold coins on the table. He wasn't a thief, he simply wanted to make a point.

Spoiler: Hmmmm

Hmmmmmm this has progressed alot in my absence, i was sleeping + school, but now is a weekends so i'll be able to keep up better now..

 

[jad4400]

Spoiler: ooc

I'll be gone for a couple of days, I will be back around sunday, you guys can play my charater if you want, please dont kill me off

 

[Azraellod]

Spoiler: OOC

wow. a lot happened since i left yesterday.

Sylvester hung from the ceiling on his chain. he had enjoyed the fight, and was disappointed that it had to end.

he wondered if anyone knew he was up there. probably not, he decided, as not many people look directly up for no reason. although then again, it was possible that they had noticed the magnified glow from his eyes.

most people seemed unaware at least. he had been watching a man repeatedly ask for information about a piece of cloth for some reason, although he hadn't worked out why yet. still, never mind.

Sylvester dropped down from the ceiling, and walked out the door. few people noticed him, and those that did assumed that it was the alcohol. he went to a high quality clothes shop, and started to place an order for something he had been planning for a while to get. after all, he hadn't spent the money he had earned from gambling on fights yet, and he now had something interesting to pursue...