People have a tendency to disregard the unusual, and shun the strange. Peter Travis was well experienced in this field, not that he conducted such things, more like he was on the receiving end of such disbelief. However he was surprised, while he was drinking his daily cup of tea, to receive a knock at the door of his humble home; it was a rarity for him to have visitors.
Nonetheless, he opened the door, and greeted the young man who had knocked;
?Can I help?? the old man asked.
?Yes you can Peter, I need information?? the voice was familiar to the old codger, yet it seemed so new. He looked at the gentleman, his cropped black hair, and emerald green eyes reminded him of someone?
?Samuel Jones!?
?The one and only!? The old man laughed at his nephews obviously unfunny, yet humorous jokes.
?Do you want something to drink? I?ve got some??
?Uncle Pete, I never came for small talk, it?s urgent.?
?What is it Sam?? He had always been proud of his nephew he reminded him so much of himself, hell, he even had the same career!
?I need the records of your February 1987 expedition.? The next two minutes were composed of complete, and utter silence, and staring at each other.
?Come inside? Peter?s charming, bumbling, old man persona had been dissolved, and in its place came an atmosphere of coldness. ?What do you wish to know? Thirty years is a long time to remember Sam.?
?I need to know the location of the find??
?It wasn?t a find, it wasn?t even a?? The old man mumbled off. ?It?s trouble my nephew, trouble I once was the top of my game, until??
?Uncle Pete, where was it?? The younger man?s voice was adamant, un-escapable.
?Don?t go there, you?re at the top of your game, do not make the same mistakes I did!? He nevertheless handed the younger man a map, with a red X, marked somewhere in the Sahara desert.
?Thank you Uncle Pete??
?Any Archaeologist who has half a brain will not go??
?What happened there? I need to anticipate it??
?You don?t want to know, if you really want to go, you don?t ant to know? Half of my party? G-G-one?? The old man began to cry. ?My career? In tatters! What do I have now! The whole world thought I was a lunatic.?
?It won?t happen to me, I know it won?t? Samuel Jones walked outside, and caught a taxi to the airport.
CosmicCommander presents:
In February 1987, a Archaeological team headed by Dr. Peter Travis, were searching for remains of Nomadic tribes in the Sahara, they found something apparently much more astonishing, the expedition journal describes towering Pyramids of steel, and Jewel encrusted steel statues, and fierce monsters that live in this decaying ruin, of the 16 men that left, 7 returned . The expedition was immediately declared false by the entirety of the archaeological community, and all of the Archaeologists were declared liars, subsequently their careers falling apart. In 2017, another team is willing to find this hidden city, and discover its contents.
12 men, headed by Samuel Jones, the nephew of Peter Travis will discover, and prove the existence of this marvel; they will discover the marvel of:
[HEADING=1]Rococo[/HEADING]
Each member of this 12-man expedition will have to be intellectually superior, physically spectacular, and emotionally hardened, post your application?If you dare.
Application
Name:
D-O-B:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
Reasons they should be accepted into the expedition:
Combat Training/Weapon Proficiency:
Health conditions (If any):
Nonetheless, he opened the door, and greeted the young man who had knocked;
?Can I help?? the old man asked.
?Yes you can Peter, I need information?? the voice was familiar to the old codger, yet it seemed so new. He looked at the gentleman, his cropped black hair, and emerald green eyes reminded him of someone?
?Samuel Jones!?
?The one and only!? The old man laughed at his nephews obviously unfunny, yet humorous jokes.
?Do you want something to drink? I?ve got some??
?Uncle Pete, I never came for small talk, it?s urgent.?
?What is it Sam?? He had always been proud of his nephew he reminded him so much of himself, hell, he even had the same career!
?I need the records of your February 1987 expedition.? The next two minutes were composed of complete, and utter silence, and staring at each other.
?Come inside? Peter?s charming, bumbling, old man persona had been dissolved, and in its place came an atmosphere of coldness. ?What do you wish to know? Thirty years is a long time to remember Sam.?
?I need to know the location of the find??
?It wasn?t a find, it wasn?t even a?? The old man mumbled off. ?It?s trouble my nephew, trouble I once was the top of my game, until??
?Uncle Pete, where was it?? The younger man?s voice was adamant, un-escapable.
?Don?t go there, you?re at the top of your game, do not make the same mistakes I did!? He nevertheless handed the younger man a map, with a red X, marked somewhere in the Sahara desert.
?Thank you Uncle Pete??
?Any Archaeologist who has half a brain will not go??
?What happened there? I need to anticipate it??
?You don?t want to know, if you really want to go, you don?t ant to know? Half of my party? G-G-one?? The old man began to cry. ?My career? In tatters! What do I have now! The whole world thought I was a lunatic.?
?It won?t happen to me, I know it won?t? Samuel Jones walked outside, and caught a taxi to the airport.
CosmicCommander presents:
In February 1987, a Archaeological team headed by Dr. Peter Travis, were searching for remains of Nomadic tribes in the Sahara, they found something apparently much more astonishing, the expedition journal describes towering Pyramids of steel, and Jewel encrusted steel statues, and fierce monsters that live in this decaying ruin, of the 16 men that left, 7 returned . The expedition was immediately declared false by the entirety of the archaeological community, and all of the Archaeologists were declared liars, subsequently their careers falling apart. In 2017, another team is willing to find this hidden city, and discover its contents.
12 men, headed by Samuel Jones, the nephew of Peter Travis will discover, and prove the existence of this marvel; they will discover the marvel of:
[HEADING=1]Rococo[/HEADING]
Each member of this 12-man expedition will have to be intellectually superior, physically spectacular, and emotionally hardened, post your application?If you dare.
Application
Name:
D-O-B:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
Reasons they should be accepted into the expedition:
Combat Training/Weapon Proficiency:
Health conditions (If any):
There will be 7 places open, maximum. The others will be for my character and four red shirts. This is a story-driven RP with a lot of freeform to it, so be sure to be Grammar-Nazi friendly; and have a lot of Story-Telling potential!
