One of Those Huge Chats Where Lots of Epic Stuff Happens

Yeah. One of those.

Rules:
01. No powerplaying or godmoding. Unless you want to be annihilated.
02. Write at least three sentences per post.
03. For the love of all that is good and holy, try to use a spellchecker.
04. Ask before joining.
05. I reserve the right to add and/or change rules as I see fit.


ATTENTION: There is no character sheet. Don't make one yourself. Be descriptive in your intro post!


COMMENCE WITH THE COMMENCEMENT.

I'm going to introduce my characters by showing them getting ready for a seriously epic chat.

UBT-M3-7994 pushes himself up from the floor and drifts up towards the ceiling. He stops himself with a quick burst from the inbuilt thrusters on his suit, then pushes himself towards the waiting exoskeleton. Once inside, he grins behind his visor and hisses through his teeth. The suit couples with the exo-skeleton, giving him full control of the vast, four-legged machine. He rolls his shoulders and the machine rolls its shoulders with him. With a thought and a motion of his legs, he sends it stomping forwards.

(Can I join?)

T.Mor:

I opened my eyes. That... That in itself was... weird. I mean... The fact that I had been sleeping...was...unusual. The fact that I had been sleeping...in a place where there was not a bed...was even...more...unusual-er.

"MY BRICCCCCKKKKK!!!!!" Riddle flew across my field of vision landing somewhere off to my left. I groggily sat up and found her rolling around on the grass holding a brick to herself and squealing happily about it's presence.

Dear Internet, not this again. Not this brick. "Riddle...just... just let it... be?" I muttered still kind of... I didn't quite know. Kind of...warm...and...feeling...not...er...like I was half dead. It was...so... weird.

"NO WAY T.MOR. I HAVE BEEN QUESTING FOR THIS BRICK SINCE THE MIDNIGHT MANY MOONS AGO, BACK WHEN THE MOON WAS NOT MADE OF FALAFELS! NO WAY I AM LETTING IT GO NOW." She yelled at me, and I suddenly felt more like how I normally do.

That wore off fast. Sleep...really wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Oh well. I just kind of sat there and listened to Riddle rant about....fire...and bricks.

((Condog: Sure.))


I looked around.

Oh. Well.

Crap.

That...hadn't worked.

I spotted a stone on the ground and gave it a good, hard kick, cursing under my breath. Okay...ow... Probably shouldn't have done that. Just like I probably shouldn't have ignored Leslie and gone ahead to use magic that I was unfamiliar with. She'd warned me that it would be harder for me to do because I had nothing to help guide my magic--no runes, no somatic components, nothing but concentration...and I'd let my thoughts slip. This wouldn't be so bad if it had only been a freak accident, arcane failure, but no...this was all on me.

Stupid...

And now I was stranded in some random place with no clue where I was or how to get back.

I muttered another curse, my breath rising into the air in a wispy cloud that quickly vanished. Great. Stranded in some random place that was cold... Add that to the list of Things That are Just Freaking Fantastic. I pulled my hands inside the sleeves of my gray sweatshirt and hugged myself for warmth, fully regretting the moment I'd thought, "Hey, let's try to use some transportation magic!"

Could I join? Sorry I'm late...

Rogue:
I wake up... in a tree. I am a little surprised by this considering I'm hanging from the tree by my clothing. I swallow hard and pull my robes out of the trees branches. I fall eight feet to the ground and land on my back. After I get my breath back I mutter, "Gods be good that hurt". I then look around trying to assess my surroundings.

UBT-M3-7994 looks around himself in puzzlement. There are plants EVERYWHERE. Little green ones all over the floor, and some much larger ones that appear to be mainly made of brown. Where did these come from? They don't look much like any bio-domes he's ever been in, and the air-conditionin feels so constant and warm. Also the edge of the dome is blue-tinted, perhaps to make it look like an Earth sky. That's impossible though, and doesn't explain the occasional grey bits on it, unless the whole thing is a projection, and they are clusters of dead pixels. And there are... people around?

((Gh: Go right ahead.

My post will come as soon as I know who to meet up with))

Rogue:
I look over and see someone kick a stone. I watch their reaction. "Well, you shouldn't have done that" I say shrugging. My hand moves to my sword hilt, just in case. I flex my right and left arm making sure my palm daggers are there. My boot blades never leave me and I have two throwing knives left.

"I'm aware," I told the guy with a wholeheartedly unamused expression. "Pretty sure I didn't ask for your input."

Why did I just say that to a total stranger? I decided to chalk it up to the general frustration. Oh well, it's not like I'd ever see the guy again. And hey, he talked to me first.

Then I noticed the sword, and his attire in general. Well, I'd already seen them, but they hadn't really sunk in until just then.

"Going to a Renaissance fair?" I asked with an arched eyebrow.

Can I join as well?

Rogue:
I looked at her blankly. She was being unnecessarily rude and speaking in a strange accent. "Pardon me, a what? I don't understand your meaning, what is this Rennaisance Fair?" My hand still on my sword, she could still be a threat.

((Sure, Beautiful! ^.^))


"Har har," I said, rolling my eyes and growing more annoyed than I already was. "You sure get into character, don't you? Look, I don't have time to mess around. It's been swell! See ya."

I turned and started to leave. What a weird dude...

Rain turned black with soot slid down the supple planes of Dulce's face, her own clear tears running in with the mix. Her pitch black hair whipped around and stuck to her face as she shook her head violently. No they deserved it. Every. Single. Last. One of them. With one last glance at the smoking remainders of Foxys Gentlemans Club she slammed her guns into their holsters and turned her back on the only life she had ever known.

((Different character from before))

I lowered my arm as the lights vanished, blinking the water out of my eyes and breathing heavily. Exhausted, I crumpled to my knees.

I wanted to vomit.

They...they had to have made it... They had to. They couldn't...

The last image stayed in my mind, that wide-eyed, fearful look as he gave the signal. He hated water. Had...had he been able to think clearly enough to...to...

Yes. He had to have been. I couldn't let myself think that way. He had...had to have been alright...

My brother couldn't have been dead.

After a few moments, I became vaguely aware that the building next to me was burning.

May I join sil vous plait?

May I join as well?

The girl pulled her worn leather jacket closer to herself, wincing at the way it tugged against her battered body. He was gone, Emilio. He was dead. Right? Bile rose up in her throat along with the sharp lacerations of hysteria. Dead, dead, dead. Suddenly her foot slammed into something soft. A scream faught its way up out of her mouth and poured out of her lungs. She had her gun out and cocked in the things general direction in a heatbeat.

I... needed... air... I... couldn't... breath... I... was... doomed...
You're not going anyway, my dear, did you really believe I would let you go that easily? his voice echoed through my mind as I popped out of the water in shock. Kelan was never going to let me die it seemed. I took long heavy breaths that helped me calm down, "Kelan, where ever you are, I hope you know how much I hate you." I whispered. I was tired of living life the way I was. I didn't want to be this anymore. I wanted to be free, free of Kelan and all that came with being indentured to him.
I sighed, getting up from the water and getting dressed. I went outside and shivered at the cold. Where was I now?

((ToxicMiracle and prettygirlrock: Sure! ^.^))


I was jerked out of my thoughts by a scream and a kick. I snapped my head at the source in an instant, causing several wet, blonde locks to hit me in the face. I paid them no mind.

"I don't mean any 'ahrm," I said, raising my hands up by my head. Inside, my heart was pounding. I stared down the barrel of the gun, numbly wondering if this was it.

Dulce's chest moved rapidly up and down beneath her soaked sweat-shirt, her hand shook and she lowered her gun a fraction. "Who are you? One of Emilios?" Say no. Say no, please say no. She couldn't bring herself to kill anyone else tonight, she would sooner flick the gun around and shoot herself.

"I don't know 'oo zat ees," I answered.

Would she shoot? She didn't seem like a killer...her rapid breath and shaking hand told me that much. Hopefully. I'd also hopefully saved myself with that response...unless she planned to just shoot me anyway. This...this couldn't be the end... I still had to find my teammates, my brother...

I heard screaming and made my way towards the sound. I should have known through past experiences that when I hear screaming I should go the other way but my instincts propelled me forward towards the scene. I hid effectively, watching with interest. The girl with the gun was shaking nervously as she asked a question I couldn't hear.

With a flash of her hand Dulce popped her gun back into its place and brushed her hair back behind her ear. "You still didn't answer me. Who are you?" she remained over top of him, water gathered at the tips of her hair and fell onto the boys face. He didn't look the same as the others, with their dark faces and guant cheeks.