Game-On! (RP)
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				Title: <strong>Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 19:38:18</strong>
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				<strong>Bad-Anon meeting, present day.----</strong><br>"So you asked me why I am here?" an old man in a white robe asked. His hood hid most of his face, but what was visible was covered in scars, he was bound to a wheelchair. A few loose flecks of silvery hair moved across his shimmering blue eyes as he spoke. "Is there anyone in your life you'd do anything for? Someone worth getting deleted for? Someone who outright hates you beyond all reason? Here's my story, and why I've finally come to Bad-Anon after all these years."<br><br><strong>8 Years ago, Dire Destinies III----</strong><br>"It's the only way we can keep them at bay, you said nobody was foolish enough to wander into the lands of the black mage, now it's our only hope!" Ceta had to shout over the noise of the storm as they climbed the small ramp leading onto the massive ship.<br>"We have a nice tail-wind, it'll keep us at top speed!" the Captain informed everyone on board.<br>The couple could see the glow of the mana-reactors in the distance, this meant the military had now gotten involved.<br>Ceta clinched his sword tightly as he observed the military vehicles moving slowly closer to them.<br><br><strong>Present Day, The Desktop.----</strong><br>Crowds moved by quickly as they flitted from one game to another, the console was in the off position so everyone was safe for now.<br>"You can't keep me out! This is my game! May shouted at the security Guard outside the entrance to Yokaimon.<br>"You're an Avatar, now please step aside, you're holding up traffic." the Guard stated in a monotone voice.<br>"No I'm not! see, I have a Yokaimon! May shouted, holding up a hastily made doll, put together from whatever scraps she could find.<br>"What does it do?" a nasaly voice stated behind the guard. Cobalt was a tall and slender boy, wearing a purple sweater and black skinny-jeans. His hair was brown and spiked to one side, he always had his summoning orbs strapped to a belt.<br>"It..um, it eats candy, see!" May popped a candy into its mouth and the candy vanished.<br>"I meant what type is it?" Cobalt asked.<br>"It's.... a water type." May said noting the nearby fountain to give her some idea.<br>"Then it should have no problem against a fire type!" Cobalt sneered.<br>"You know there's no fighting in the Dashboard." the Guard stated.<br>"Oh, alright, so kid, if you're a trainer then you must have a medal, show me your medals." Cobalt insisted.<br>May pulled out 5 small handmade tokens to show obalt, he yanked one from her hand. <br>"Give it back!" she shouted.<br>"Poorly made, it's a fake, she should be jailed for this forgery!" Cobalt demanded.<br>"you know we can't...." "I know, stupid avatars, you're all useless" Cobalt interrupted the guard before walking away from May who had now burst into tears, he threw her broken token on the ground next to her, sneering as he went.<br><br>Meanwhile---- <br>Reece and Burgess followed the Colonel out of Mass Impact. <br>"Long day as usual, wanna go to 7th Heaven in Dire Destinies VII?"Burgess asked his comrades.<br>"Only if you're buying." Reece replied, "But I know you're only going to stare at that chick with the big boobs."<br>"How do they even work? That game must have a wicked physics engine!" Burgess Replied."I mean....they're just...so...bouncy!..."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 20:13:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~The Desktop</strong><br><br>Phat beats (as the kids would say - did kids still say that?) emerged from the small alcove where Roxi was sitting with her tablet computer, the tiny device projecting both a working keyboard and a holographic screen displaying old race footage. It was also the source of the music she was listening to, much to the probable annoyance of the characters passing through.<br><br><em>In-slum-national, underground/Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)/Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans/You can't stop a train</em><br><br>Well, too bad. Roxi didn't like being cooped up in her game all the time and wandering from world to world sometimes wore out it's excitement. Sometimes she just preferred to sit down out here and watch people come and go. The noise didn't bother her much. The din of people talking and walking was certainly far less noisy than the race track, the explosions, the sound of revving engines. Actually, she kind of loved those sounds, it's just that, y'know, a break was in order from time to time. <br><br><em>Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared/I'll be there, but when I leave there/Better be a household name/Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain/So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaking wet/In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat</em><br><br>So, 'bout once a week or so, Roxi liked to park herself in a spot out here and go over the race replays from her games that week. She always liked to try and improve herself and reviewing the replays was a good way to sort out some of the competition's strategy and tactics. It was also a good way to analyze any mistakes she'd made. Not for the real game, of course. When the Player was on, it was all strict routines and obeying commands. During downtime things were different. REAL races, REAL driving, REAL winners and losers. She even loved to tweak her ride, CherryBomb, for the events. Granted, all the improvements and enhancements she'd make would get reset to defaults the next time the Player fired her game up, but she loved it anyway. The other racers called her efforts futile and a waste of time, but Roxi could care less.<br><br><em>Hits somersaults without the net/But this'll be the year that we won't forget/One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Anno Domini anything goes, be whatchu wanna be/Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin'/The fence is too high to jump in jail/Too low to dig, I might just touch hell</em><br><br>The little commotion in line caused Roxi to glance up from her footage. She saw the Avatar getting disrespected by one of those sourpuss Guards and that snob from Yokaimon. Roxi wondered why they always treated the kid with disrespect. The Avatar was the symbol of the Player, y'know? Why all the hate? It didn't make much sense. One of the little handmade medals rolled and landed by her foot. Scooping it up, she strolled over to May and held it out, "Hey, kiddo. You dropped this." She smiled, "Don't let 'em get to ya, okay? They're just jealous, you know?" She knelt to be at May's height, and carefully pinned the medal on her. She mussed the kid's hair playfully and grinned. "Cheer up, okay?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 20:42:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>~Jeanette Gagarin<br>~Volleybounce</strong><br><br>Two-time heavyweight champion of saving the galaxy, Jeanette Gagarin, lay topless on a plastic chaise longue, scanning the beach idly behind large aviator-style sunglasses. The sun beat down on her too-white skin that had languored from being on a ship ninety percent of the time. She was clearly out of place in this setting, as she was surrounded by tanned, absurdly busty women who were somehow excellent at volleyball while acting like middle school morons. She had no idea how they could play in bikinis. The weight of their chests should have made them fall over.<br><br>Still, it was fun to watch. No one ever bothered her here; besides having a much harder body than the baller ditzes, she kept her Reckoner pulse rifle close at hand. There were rules for crossing games, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. Jeanette felt the sun burning into her, cancerously damaging her skin, but that was easily treated back on her ship. There was nothing like the color of a real tan, and even in her far-future they hadn’t gotten fake tans quite right. Plus, this kept her hair a nice bleached blonde, and not the ratty color it turned when left to its own devices.<br><br>There was a lot to be said for a natural body. Jeanette came from a time where almost nothing was natural anymore. Implants, sentient synthetics, and mystical technologies had made everything a soup of definition, with almost no one being fully one thing or another. Even Jeanette was not exempt; her job demanded implants, and she had <em>many</em>. But at least her skin was still hers. For now, anyway.<br><br>“Tarkus,” she said, sitting up, “I’m outta here.” <br><br>The avian biped stopped chatting up one of the girls and clucked its beak. “Roger, Colonel. If you don’t mind, I’ll hang around here for a while.” He wasn’t feathered, but instead had a sort of carapace that resembled lizard scales. His head swooped back like a bird’s, and he had the piercing eyes of a hawk, but his beak was relatively small, looking more like some kind of mouth mask. He did, however, have the inverted knees. It was a strange package, and suitably alien.<br><br>He hadn’t really spoken, as his species communicated with clicks and chirps, but his implanted translator did the work for him, muting his natural voice and projecting human language. “Sure,” she replied. “Just don’t be late.” Swiveling herself to the side of the chair, she planted her feet in what looked like a pair of spiky boots. When she stood, the “boots” extended several cords that followed the curves of her body, forming a ring around her neck. The “boots” then used these cords as a sort of zipline up her body, growing into a full suit of armor. It <em>hissed</em> as it completed the seal.<br><br>Picking up her weapon, she waved to the girls that noticed her leaving, and made her way out into the Desktop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 21:05:57</strong>
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				Kenji's dark eyes looked at the exit from his own video game world, he had pretty much never left his world, it was expansive enough for him, and he had been able to train, and meditate and learn, which was really all he needed. He was always about figuring new ways to grow stronger, and better at fighting. He couldn't remember what the desktop was even like. He thus looked at the door, deciding if he should go or shouldn't go from his own world. He took a deep breath, thinking about it for a good minute or two before he turned the handle to the door and pulled the door open. <br><br>The messy black haired warrior walked into the desktop for the first time, pretty much ever. He looked around quietly as his eyes adjusted to the different lights, and he could see the large amount of people here, and the various places to go. It was so different, so wild compared to his own game world, and his own quiet meditation. He looked around, looking at the various people, some of them were rather strange, some of the looked like they might be able to fit in his world. He blinked as he looked, thinking about if he had made the right choose by slipping out to check out the desktop.<br><br>Walking around, he could see the various different places that people could enter games, and he blinked at looking at just how many games were connected to this place. He could see a young female, an avatar, whatever the heck that was, he could tell the person was dejected, by something, and he noticed another female helping the situation out by a show of kindness to the younger one. It was good to see such a sign of kindness between the two of them, a good sign that this place had some good people. A small smile formed on the fighter's face as he looked around a bit more. <br><br>People were going into other game worlds. He thought about it, but he wasn't sure what game world he would actually go to. His personal knowledge about anything outside his world, and fighting were pretty darn limited. He walked around, till he found a place to find some books, and started to read. He figured if he studied each of the worlds, he would be able to learn about them, and also be able to figure out which of the worlds he would want to visit and explore first. As well as learn more about the place he happened to be in at that moment.<br><br>Gathering the book, he sat on a counter which overlooked everything that was going on outside. Kenji would look up from time to time as he read, to see whom was passing by, and to notice how different various people looked like. He smiled a bit as he was impressed at the diversity of the whole population that made up the various games, so many people that were so different then the world that he himself came form. It was refreshing, and maybe this was needed for him to be able to find greater knowledge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hippyness</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 03:58:54</strong>
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				While the entire desktop was a din of sounds and characters moving about, talking, something louder grew in the distance. Coming like a freight train, six figures of various proportions exploded from the far end of the desktop. Each member looked different from the last but each still had constant themes running throughout. Retro oozed from them, and not in the Mario way, but a by gone era of gaming that only they still truly embraced.<br><br>They skated through the crowd, zipping around and over characters, objects and the security detail. They moved from grinding along the walls to spinning flips off chairs with rapid pace, all while shouting, laughing and whooping at their antics. Music played from some of their headphones loud enough that it created an aura of multiple annoying early era techno that would never be refined. they swerved, doubled back and changed direction again without any seeming plan of motion.<br><br>Two high fived, one large, dark skinned and draped in oranges, the other short, tanned and light blue. The blue one took off, riding a wall up and over an interaction between a security pig, a bogus tooled out character and a tiny avatar, leaving a trail of glowing neon blue paint behind him until he reached an apex. Reality seemed to shutter and suddenly a fully colored, gradient shaded mural of a pig in a officer's uniform beat a crying cobalt blue character to the cheers of a little girl, appeared on the wall. The skater kicked off, flying across the scene with a grab trick and landed near a thin skater ordained with green and a tiny Asian girl glowing pink. High fives and tubulars were exchanged to roaring laughter, a red and black grinding back to the group.<br><br>Then, the activity pasted as the group skated on, terrorizing another section of the desktop. With time the lines of glowing colors that matched the riders faded, the bomb however stuck around like many of the other grafs the punks laid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 04:40:24</strong>
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				<strong>James Copper</strong><br><strong>Leaving his game to go to the Desktop</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://images.wikia.com/reddeadredemption/images/d/d2/JackMarston-BollardTwinsOutfit.png)</div><br>Vengeance. An ugly word, for an ugly set of emotions, but one that filled the life of "Slim-Jim" Copper ever since that yellow-bellied cur of a cattle baron had put those thugs of his to work forcing his folks off their land. But right now, that vengeance was having to wait, as <em>High Plains Drifter</em> hadn't been played for a while, so he was at a loose end. As such, he decided to that he might as well let his hair down, have a proper bath and then head on out to the Desktop to get himself a change of scenery, maybe go to a bar for a drink that wasn't badly made moonshine whiskey, and see if there were any new additions to his game.<br><br>Once he arrived at one of the properties he owned in the game, he took his time getting himself all fancied up, before getting dressed once more, habitually strapping on his gun belt and sliding both of his Peacemakers into the holsters, along with his Winchester Repeater over his shoulders, before opening a trap door in the floor, and heading down to go out onto the Desktop. The spurs on the heels of his tall boots made soft clinking sounds as he slowly ambled his way through the gateway, and into the Desktop proper. "Hoooo~ooeeee, it's been a while since I was out here. I'd almost forgotten how noisy this here place was." he admitted to himself as he mosied on out. "Now then, where should I get goin' to first?" he murmurred, not caring at all how much a cowboy like him was standing out in the crowded concourse.<br><br>"Howdy there partner." he called to the security guard outside his game. "How's it goin' out here?" he asked idly, as he took in the surroundings, to see if there were any new games since he'd been out last, and what ones had gone. As his eyes tracked around, he softly whistled the first couple of bars to <em>When Johnny Comes Marchin' Home Again</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 05:32:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/303/0/9/profile_picture_by_ask_champion_red-d5jgzma.png)</div>Several protagonist from Yoakimon's various versions emerged as the console was in the off position. At the top of Mount Silverpeak There stood a rodent like creature with a young man. This man ever since the original Crimson and Viridian versions, Crimson was the Yokaimon legend, fans often making sure he wasn't confused with his anime counterpart, Ember <div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsEDew1aggM/UISwmGJAfGI/AAAAAAAAX2U/h-8o1LV7X2Q/s400/fb6342d7c7f59a0b1075e4f98d2347ef1350842022_full.png)</div><br><br>In the game, he couldn't speak while the console was in the on position. It was something that was always bothering him. While the console was on, no matter who he met, he was only able to do one thing. This thing though is what made him a legend in this games lore. The spirit creatures of the Yokaimon, he required no vessel, or incantation, no runes, or talisman's. or anything of the variety to tame these creatures. He was able to contain them and form them from his own power and energy in his body. This made him one with the Yokaimon, able to completely understand and master them, making him the widely accepted master of Yokaimon.<br><br>His companion jumped onto his shoulders and made a cute noise of sorts. Finally realizing the console was off he exhaled and softly said to his companion. "Alright, lets go.." He didn't come out often, more often than not he would cause a commotion when he did, just by being there. He wished though from time to time he had a friend he could lean on aside from his Yokaimon. He had met several cute girls in the past in his game, but alas, that inability to speak made him come off like a battle hungry jerk while the console was on. Maybe some of them could see how lonely he was in his face, but alas, now was free time and he wasn't sure how to go about spending it. He stood out there looking around, seeing all the various people, his critter jumping down and sitting in front of May as it tilted its head "Pi?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 06:24:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>~Jeanette Gagarin<br>~Desktop</strong><br><br>“Colonel! Always good to see you.” That lecherous grin was back… the guard was trying to flirt again. <br><br>“Listen, pal, I came through here less than an hour ago. I told you I wasn’t going to have a drink with you then, and the answer’s still the same.” Jeanette hefted her gun to make her point. “<em>Stop asking me out.. It’s not happening.</em>” Her stern glare was more dangerous than the zero matter railgun in her hand.<br><br>“Hey, come on, I wasn’t gonna…” He shrugged his arms out, playing off like he didn’t know what she was talking about.<br><br>“Bullshit. You’re lucky there’s no fighting out here or I’d delete your creepy ass.” She flipped a switch on her rifle, causing it to fold up to a third of its size, and docked it on her back. It clicked into place, and with one last glare at the Volleybounce guard, she stalked off into the mayhem of the central hub.<br><br>It was particularly hectic today; those bizarre Sky King anachronisms were out in force, causing chaos everywhere they went. They weren’t that different from punks back on Earth, admittedly, but Jeanette hadn’t been back there in years. She hoped the galactic stage had allowed the place to improve somewhat.<br><br>Most of the other characters roaming around gave her space, as they usually did. Colonel Gagarin struck an imposing figure with her mass driver stare, huge gun and power armor. The ones that tended to dare her vicinity were usually people that already knew her or scumbags like that guard. In her own world, she was well known for being exceptionally helpful if a bit rough around the edges, and she was surrounded by colleagues. Out here, though…<br><br>Most people in Mass Impact liked to stay in it. It was something peculiar to the world; despite all their advancements and supposed open-mindedness they had little interest in the outside universe. Perhaps all those advancements were why. This world had nothing to offer to them. Jeanette didn’t agree, of course, and that’s why she was out here so often. Her position put her under constant strain and threat of death, and even the places allocated for relaxation were plagued with sycophants and annoyances. Since few of them wanted to leave, it was out here that she could truly relax.<br><br>Today that involved an extra-universal drink. The colonel made her way to the Media Bar, where the bartender, without a word, slid her a shot glass overflowing with her favorite: Mana Potion. She could never explain it, but this “MP” stuff tended to rocket her awareness and telekinetic ability into the twelfth dimension, and she took it whenever she could get it.<br><br>Those thugs on Afterlife Station had a tale or two to tell about encountering a Jeanette drunk on Mana.<br><br>She felt the liquid go straight into her bones, and unbeknownst to her, her blue zero aura started glowing faintly. “Hit me again,” she called to the bartender.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 06:50:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~The Desktop</strong><br><br>Roxi smiled at May and gave the kid a little play punch on the shoulder, "If they bother you again, just come find me okay? I'll teach 'em a lesson." She flashed a little grin and stood up. What could she do, really? Yeah, she did have a gun and yeah, her game was dangerous but she didn't fight -people-. Well, not really. She fought the other racers, kind of. More or less. An up-front one-on-one thing wasn't her forte, but maybe she could yell or pull off some bravado to scare 'em off. She certainly wasn't going to let grown characters pick on some kid, much less the Player's Desktop Avatar. That wasn't right. <br><br><em>“Colonel! Always good to see you.”</em><br><br>Roxi turned slightly to watch Jeanette from Mass Impact stride through the gateway, looking gorgeous as ever in her power armor. She swooned a little. Beautiful, intelligent, headstrong, and with the unwavering loyalty of her crew and, hell, everyone in her game's galaxy. And OUTSIDE of it, too. Roxi wished she commanded that kind of respect. Watching the guard's failed attempt at flirting made her hesitate a bit, but she figured she had to make a move or she'd lose her chance. She didn't catch a star like Jeanette out on the Desktop too often. Really, how long WAS that Mass Impact game? Fourty hours? At least? Roxi was practically unemployed by comparison. So, she jogged back to her alcove and scooped up her tablet, the holograms fading away and the sound turning off as she strode up to the bar.<br><br>"Uh.. Mm.. er.." She murmured, more to herself than anyone else. Dammit, Roxi, think! "Jeanette Gagarin? Er, Miss Gagarin? Colonel? I don't know what to call you, ah, look, um.." The racer grinned sheepishly, taking a couple steps forward to stand next to the blonde heroine. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous. I, uh, I'm Roxi, from G-Force Racing. You've probably never heard of me, but I just wanted to say I'm a huge fan. I've got all your game trailers stored on my datapad." She tapped the little device once, then smiled. "I think you're wonderful and I'd be honored if I you'd autograph it for me."<br><br>Grinning hopefully, Roxi slid the sleek pad over. It was small and square, mostly taken up by the screen, but there was room to scrawl a quick signature. The screen was still cycling through race footage from earlier in the day, the view from Roxi's cockpit as her vehicle zig-zagged between obstacles, other racers, and evaded attack items left and right. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 08:04:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>~Jeanette Gagarin<br>~Desktop</strong><br><br>Over all the sounds of commotion, the colonel didn’t hear Roxi’s initial approach, but when she heard her name she turned and gave a dutiful smile to whoever it was trying to get her attention. She did not at all expect what she saw. The tall, gorgeous woman with sherbet-colored hair before her was something straight out of a holo. For a moment her heart fluttered like a teenager, but she kept it cool.<br><br>“Roxi, is it? I’ve seen you race. They show the post-game in here sometimes. You’ve got a lead foot, girl! I can appreciate that.” Her all-tool flash-fabricated a pen stylus so she could scribble her name on the pad. Jeanette looked closer at the replays scrolling by on the screen. “You’d be right at home in rush hour traffic on Trillium…” <br><br>Fans were somewhat of a thing in her own world, but Jeanette wasn’t used to being approached so eagerly by a stranger out here in the Dash, at least by someone that didn’t want something from her. An autograph hardly counted as a bother. It was a nice feeling, being wanted, without all the baggage that usually came along with it. “As I understand it, you’re pretty high in the rankings. It’s impressive, reaction times like that…”<br><br>There wasn’t anything quite like G-Force Racing in Mass Impact. In some ways, GFR was more futuristic by centuries, particularly in the city-planets with vertical miles of buildings where races like that could take place. Some of the car chases on Trillium matched the speed, though. “Want a drink? I’m buying,” Jeanette said with a grin. “And you can call me Jean.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 08:23:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.animevice.com/uploads/1/10200/383483-vocaloid_lily_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lily<br><strong>Location:</strong> Desktop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Lily finished off her drink as she watched the games filter in from everywhere. Soldiers, hunters, farmers, skaters, anything a mind could think of appeared around her. Her eyes traveled from person to person taking in the different details. Leaning against the counter of one of the few real drinking establishments they had to go to. She frowned a bit as she found her night slipping away from her to quickly. And nothing more than a few lame one liners and some premixed music were there to keep her company tonight. Taking a breath she looked to the stage and than the DJ. A smile coming to her face as she slipped from her chair and up to the booth the colorful man stood in. <strong>"Sweety."</strong> she came up her voice as angelic as ever. The DJ knowing her all to well looked down to her and just smirked shaking his head,<strong> "I'm not even going to try and argue this time."</strong> he laughed and nodded towards the small stage. <strong>"Good,</strong>" she smiled a bit,<strong> "Here's to us. Looks like a few people around here could use it tonight. Myself included."</strong> she said turning on her heels and heading to the stage. <br><br>She hopped up and let the lights hit her, one would think she was tired of singing. But here in the desktop she could not only play what she wanted. But Lily didn't have to worry about having to play for her life. No enemies to fight, no one being threatened and no world to be accounted for. Here she was only Lily and that was in fact amazing. Pulling the charm from her necklace it grew to her full sized guitar and seemed to connect to what ever system the bar had in place. <strong>"Here's to every who had a hard day...and just needs one more drink."</strong> she smiled a bit and strummed on her guitar and slowly started to play. Soon the DJ slipped in a background track and let her take the lead. Lily's voice came and with it a sense of self and confidence flow from her. She may not be able to be herself in the game, but here she could be anyone she wanted to be. <br><br>The song she sings first. (http://youtu.be/pdEmsYOOQjU)<br><br><br><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/420336/936full-red-ninja%3A-end-of-honor-artwork.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mayumi Kurenai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Desktop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Mayumi stood just outside the portal that would take her to the desktop. Waiting for her game to shut down and let her go from the long events of the day. Her body looked horrible as if she had been fighting a losing war all day. And if anyone had known her controller they would know it to be true. Death after death, scene after scene, she went through them all again and again and again. Having to fight the urge to take over and tell her controller to step off as they clearly had no idea what they were doing. But as it always did she gave up control and took her beatings as everyone else did. <br><br>As she felt the energy change and her ability to slip through the portal came she smiled. Taking a few steps the energy tingled over her body and the damage that she had gathered in the game faded away. As she stepped out of the other side of the portal she stumbled a bit. It was always such and odd sensation traveling from one board to another one. She found herself bumping into someone from behind. Gasping she stepped back and bowed quickly, <strong>"Sumimasen."</strong> she said and than realized she was speaking Japanese, <strong>"I mean I'm sorry."</strong> she said and looked up to whom ever she had bumped into. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 14:03:41</strong>
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				Kenji looked at a few more books, this desktop was a rather interesting place with lots of places to go to and visit. Maybe he should of been here more, or visited more, but he had never really had a chance too. The game world was always on, and he was always in action, fighting someone, his rivals, or his enemies. It was a constant thing, such that, when he didn't fight, he needed to meditate, and train. He figured that it was some progression or something naturally, till he saw this place.<br><br>Kenji figured he might as well walk around some more, get a feel of the place on his feet, figure out what was going on, and see more of the strange and unique people that happened to make up the world at large. He put the book up and walked over to the counter before deciding to walk back onto the street. His eyes scanned the area around for a bit, trying to figure the best direction and course to go when exploring. He smiled as he had made up his mind to search the place in a kind of clock-wise fashion.<br><br>Suddenly he felt something hit him, bump into him more on accident more then likely, it was a crowded place. He turned and looked at the dark haired woman whom was bowing and bowed a bit in return. "Sore wa, yatte mo gai wa daijōbude wanai," he said with a small smile, telling the young woman that it was okay, that no harm was done, which was true, and the polite correct thing to say as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 20:28:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~The Desktop</strong><br><br>Roxi blinked and smiled. It looked like the feeling of admiration was mutual. That was certainly unexpected! She didn't think Jeanette would even recognize her, much less enjoy her handiwork. A slight flush crept up the racer's cheeks, but she tried to keep it cool, though her slight shifting from one foot to the other betrayed her nervousness. She edged slightly closer. "Really?" she asked, "You think so? I mean, yeah, I'm pretty good during the off-hours races, but I never get selected in-game. Mostly I just gather dust or, when the Player's sister fires the game up, I spend a lot of time bumping into walls." She cringes a little. "My poor CherryBomb," the racer mutters. <br><br>She sits up straight and grins at Jeanette's offer of a drink, "Sure. I'll have whatever you're having. I can't let you pay though, that's not right. I should be buyin' YOU drinks, Colone-.. er, Jean." Roxi grins a touch, "After all, you're the galaxy-saving heroine. A drink is the least I can do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 22:22:37</strong>
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				(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/303/0/9/profile_picture_by_ask_champion_red-d5jgzma.png)Crimson&nbsp; wanders though, keeping his hat on, looking around. He sees tons and tons of people wandering around, a few ladies talking as he passes by, walking slowly. His friend would catch up like always, so he wasn't concerned how long the rodent like creature was playing with the girl. Finding an empty bench near by he goes and sits down, trying to relax a bit. He was on his feet for quite a long time, a few moments off them wouldn't hurt. It was time's like this that he wondered what the worlds in the other games were like. His own was so vast that he had never bothered to look into others, then again though, he was alone the greater majority of the time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 22:25:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">May and held it out, "Hey, kiddo. You dropped this." She smiled, "Don't let 'em get to ya, okay? They're just jealous, you know?" She knelt to be at May's height, and carefully pinned the medal on her. She mussed the kid's hair playfully and grinned. "Cheer up, okay?" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>"Thanks" May said, giving a weak smile and wiping the tears from her eyes as the kind woman walked away.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Then, the activity pasted as the group skated on, terrorizing another section of the desktop. With time the lines of glowing colors that matched the riders faded, the bomb however stuck around like many of the other grafs the punks laid.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The security guards were in uproar as usual from the display that Dillon and his friends put on, May was thoroughly entertained, then again, anything that broke the usual monotony of the desktop was a welcome sight. She had tried to sneak into their game several times before but was always thwarted. "They're getting a new DLC tomorrow, I sure hope the new Sky King will reign in the little terrors." one of the guards said to another.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">his critter jumping down and sitting in front of May as it tilted its head "Pi?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As the creature approached her May eyed it curiously, "What's your name little guy?" she asked. <br>Normally Yokaimon weren't allowed in the Desktop but the guards made an exception with Crimson because of his reputation. Something which the other trainers viewed with a bit of jealousy.<br><br>As midnight approached the bar suddenly became a lot more crowded. "Congratulations on a new game! Devil May Care III, the Wrath of Dracula has just been announced, this makes the series a trilogy, and you know what that means! Drinks on the house!"<br>"Hey, Azaziel, what say we celebrate with some blood?!" Damien exclaimed. <br>"What kind?" Azaziel asked.<br>"I dunno, how bout B positive?" Damien suggested.<br>"Deer or Cattle?" Azaziel asked.<br>"Human, you mean to tell me you haven't had human?" Damien asked.<br>"I'm programmed to have more value in human life, just my nature I guess..." Azaziel replied.<br>"Yeah...vampires who don't drink human blood, next you're gonna tell me vampires sparkle!" Damien teased.<br>"Oh alright, I'll try it..." Azaziel took a glass and Damien poured them both a drink.<br><br>Suddenly a few generic female villagers from one of the games began screaming at the door. <br>It was Pitfall Harry, the legend himself. Nobody knew how he had not gotten deleted, when there were no games with him since the 70's, unless you count that crappy knockoff from the early 90's which was actually Harry's disowned son, Harry Jr. Some said Pitfall Harry went back in time and reprogrammed himself, but that was all myth and legend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 22:37:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>~Jeanette Gagarin<br>~Desktop</strong><br><br>“MP for the lady,” Jean called to the bartender. Turning back to Roxi, she leaned an elbow on the bar and put on her best goofy grin. “You mean to tell me nobody ever plays with you? I find that hard to believe.” She felt like a dork using that unsubtle turn of phrase, and realized what she had just said wasn’t much different from that idiot guard… but then again, there was a world of difference between wanted and unwanted attention.<br><br>“Bouncing off walls, eh…” She took a sip of her drink. “Yeah, when the sister loads it up, she puts nasty makeup on me. I look like I’m in drag or something, and then she never takes cover, and doesn’t change her weapon… I spend a lot of time on the floor calling for a rez.” Jean shook her head. “The Player, though… that’s the story you’ve probably heard. With him, I’m unstoppable. Doesn’t matter what level I am or what difficulty, the Harvesters don’t know what hit ‘em.” A shrug. “Can’t say I’m quite that good on my own, but I do okay.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 01:37:45</strong>
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				(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/303/0/9/profile_picture_by_ask_champion_red-d5jgzma.png)Crimson backtracked a moment, seeingthe little girl play with Pivolt, "His name is Pivolt" Those were the first words he had said in a very long time. It felt liberating being able to speak to someone. "Where are you from miss? you don't look like you came from Yokaimon" He lifted the brim of his hat just enough for his eyes to be visible. He looked around, seeing if anyone else was approaching before he turns his attention back down to her, and smiled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 04:55:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/420336/936full-red-ninja%3A-end-of-honor-artwork.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mayumi Kurenai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Desktop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Kenji<br><br>Yumi looked up as the man spoke to her in turn, a smile coming to her lips. His assurance that she wasn't in the wrong calmed her worry. In truth Yumi found herself being a bit more soft spoke or traditional when outside her game. As passionate as she was, Yumi still had the air of a lady about her. Ignoring the sword and the thoughts that sometimes went through her head. The man was taller than she was which caused her to look up once he stood. <strong>"Thank you, I always have such trouble with the transitions between the worlds. I should try and be more careful, but thank you for understanding." </strong> she said smiling a bit. Knowing that there were some games that had character that would flip out at the slightest thing. <strong>"I am Mayumi Kurenai, it is pleasure to meet you."</strong>&nbsp; she said again bowing this time in greeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 05:58:01</strong>
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				Kenji smiled politely as he looked at the young woman, he had a feeling that the woman was most likely a warrior, and most likely from some action type game. He knew people whom wore somewhat similar outfits in his own game world as hers, so she seemed a bit more similar then a lot of other characters whom he had seen pass on around him since he had been out in this desktop world. Kenjo shook his head, "You are doing fine, I have been a bit worried about transitioning to this desktop place myself, I haven't um..been here in years, I don't actually remember the last time, I left my game world," he said meekly as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he gave Yumi a friendly Smile, "Well it is a great pleasure to meet you Lady Kurenai," he said bowing to her respectfully, "I am Keiji Mura," he said before raising for his bow to the young woman.<br><br>"I must admit, even bumping into me, I am pretty darn lost, I was just to go about exploring this place, any suggestions for some foolish man like me as to where the best place to start would happen to be or anything?" he asked in the most polite way. It was just his way to be kind and respectful, maybe cause that was how his character was, and maybe that just given his quest for knowledge he learned being kind helped far more then being angry or upset to someone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 06:25:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~The Desktop</strong><br><br>Roxi scowled, "Okay, okay. Jeez. Quit rubbing it in, you sound arrogant now." <br><br>She let that hang in the air for a silent second or two, then flashed a grin and bumped the soldier with her shoulder, "Just kidding. You're a lucky gal. My game doesn't get played so much these days. At least it leaves us plenty of time for 'real' races, though." The racer tips her head and smiles, "You should come to one, y'know? I mean, if you're interested. We're racing tonight, actually. Phobos Raceway. Hell of a course. I can get you a box seat. The stands are usually pretty crowded, but all the racers get some guest passes..." she trails off, glancing down for a moment, a brief shrug of her shoulders given, "...Mmh. Usually, I don't have anyone to invite, though." Looking up again, her smile is renewed, "So, I've got a whole bunch of passes just lyin' around. You could even bring your crew if you want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 06:42:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>~Jeanette Gagarin<br>~Desktop</strong><br><br>Jeanette snorted at the arrogance comment but didn’t react otherwise. Arrogance was a central part of her program, and being convincing about it had saved more than a few lives. It was amazing how much violence a little confidence and bluster could avoid, and how many other annoying interactions were probably avoided due to poise alone.<br><br>Her train of thought derailed when Roxi bumped her, nodding with a smile at being lucky. It was true. She got to work with the best people that had ever lived, fighting the greatest threat there ever was. There was no higher calling. But to say it was exhausting was a terrific understatement. Sitting back and enjoying a race, and for once having someone to root for… that sounded nice.<br><br>“I guess that all depends, my racing queen. Do I have a date to the afterparty?” She quirked an eyebrow, smirking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 07:19:51</strong>
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				<strong>James Copper<br>Desktop</strong><br><br>Once he was cleared through the gate, Jimmy strolled out into the main concourse, slipping a toothpick into the corner of his mouth to chew on, mostly do give him the expected 'Cowboy Drawl'. It looked pretty busy today, he mused, as he slowly strolled along the path towards his favourite drinking establishment. About halfway there, he noticed a young girl seated on a bench outside that <em>Yokaimon</em> game, talking with that Player Character from the same game; Jim could never remember his name.<br><br>He then also noticed that the girl looked like she'd been crying, which tugged at his heartstrings - Jimmy had a feeling that he knew what had been going on, and it made him seethe inside. If there was one thing he hated, it was gutless yellow-bellied curs that pushed people around, and that went double if kids were the ones being pushed around. He pushed his hat back to clear his eyes and unfastened the strap on one of his holsters as he walked over. "Well, howdy there, lil' lady." he drawled to the young girl. "So, what's all this commotion all about here then, if I might ask, that is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 06:09:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/420336/936full-red-ninja%3A-end-of-honor-artwork.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mayumi Kurenai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Desktop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Kenji<br><br>Yumi smiled as she rose from her bow and noted his manner was very much like hers. There didn't seem to be many games around with such in depth social mannerisms anymore. To find someone that seemed like her was a interesting and pleasant surprise.<strong> "I come to relax a bit, though there are some lovely hot springs in my game. There isn't much chance to be social as my area was made for the study of martial talents...not socializing. So I try and come here every once and a while."</strong>&nbsp; she said as her eyes took him. <strong>" Which game to do you come from?"</strong> she asked wondering if his world was like hers or not.<br><br><strong>"Hai..I mean yes,"</strong> she nodded seeming happy to show him around.<strong>" I know of a few places that you might enjoy. Well maybe, what do you like doing when you not playing in your game?"</strong> she asked not sure which establishment he would like or not like. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 08:01:13</strong>
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				Kenji smiled as he heard the fact taht her area was for the study of martial arts, similar to his own. He was glad to hear this fact. He looked at the dark haired woman, as she asked what game he was from, "King of the Ring, it is a fighter, um martial arts game, the characters fight for who is the King of the ring obviously," he replied mostly calmly as he rubbed the back his neck with his left hand.<br><br>"Glad to know you can show me, around, I am most curious about this place, ma'am," he said as he then thought about how to answer her other question, "there are two things, I normally do in my own world," he replied calmly, "first, I train, which goes on a lot, but the thing I do when I am not playing is meditate, that is one of my favorite things to do, helps relax the mind and body a whole lot."<br><br>"I will trust, you, just lead on, and I shall follow, Miss Yumi," he said with the utmost respect for her in his tone as he was excited about seeing what this desktop place as like, and having such a lovely nice guide was a big bonus. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 01:33:08</strong>
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				<strong>The Desktop</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167208.msg7825169#msg7825169">Quote from: apygoos on 05-03-2013, 01:37:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/303/0/9/profile_picture_by_ask_champion_red-d5jgzma.png)Crimson backtracked a moment, seeingthe little girl play with Pivolt, "His name is Pivolt" Those were the first words he had said in a very long time. It felt liberating being able to speak to someone. "Where are you from miss? you don't look like you came from Yokaimon" He lifted the brim of his hat just enough for his eyes to be visible. He looked around, seeing if anyone else was approaching before he turns his attention back down to her, and smiled.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"What!? Are you saying I dont belong there?!" May exclaimed angrily, "That other boy from your game said I didn't belong there!" She crossed her arms. "I'm..an Avatar, that means I'm stuck here.....they wont wont let me into any of the games..." She said sadly....you're lucky....Pivolt is a real cutie, I wish I could get one....but all I have is this..." she held up a broken doll that was impossible to tell what kind of animal it was. Mostly an assortment of broken toy parts she had found that had been disgarded by various characters.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167208.msg7827080#msg7827080">Quote from: Major Major on 05-03-2013, 07:19:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>James Copper<br>Desktop</strong><br><br>Once he was cleared through the gate, Jimmy strolled out into the main concourse, slipping a toothpick into the corner of his mouth to chew on, mostly do give him the expected 'Cowboy Drawl'. It looked pretty busy today, he mused, as he slowly strolled along the path towards his favourite drinking establishment. About halfway there, he noticed a young girl seated on a bench outside that <em>Yokaimon</em> game, talking with that Player Character from the same game; Jim could never remember his name.<br><br>He then also noticed that the girl looked like she'd been crying, which tugged at his heartstrings - Jimmy had a feeling that he knew what had been going on, and it made him seethe inside. If there was one thing he hated, it was gutless yellow-bellied curs that pushed people around, and that went double if kids were the ones being pushed around. He pushed his hat back to clear his eyes and unfastened the strap on one of his holsters as he walked over. "Well, howdy there, lil' lady." he drawled to the young girl. "So, what's all this commotion all about here then, if I might ask, that is?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Just the usual mistreatment of Avatars....not uncommon here on the desktop. Neither is the graffiti display from the guys and girls of that Sky King Game, the security is having a usual fit over cleanup" May smiled a bit thinking about the choas that had ensued. She could always count on that ragtag bunch to throw off the monotony of the desktop.<br><br>As they conversed she felt a little better, glad to have some game characters who seemed not to care about her lack of achievments or Avatar status, but then the trio felt a cold chill pass behind them. A dark figure walked past, casting a powerful evil Aura about him. He was at least 8 feet tall and wore black armor with evil faces patterned throughout, his sword was even more bone-chillingly frightning than the man himself, he did not speak, but the sword did, a whisper enimated from the blade that spread through the wind. "Destiny........." It hissed before the whisper was broken up within the breeze.<br>In the blink of an eye he had made his way into the nearby alleyway behind the train station.<br><br><strong>Bad-Anon----</strong><br>"Alright, that was a good meeting, same time next week guys, Bob-Omb said he's bringing cake for us, they're celebrating the release of Mario Bakery"&nbsp; Clyde Ghost stated.<br>"Just please....don't let Pyramidhead&nbsp; cut it this time...last month was a fiasco." Dracula stated.<br>"I keep telling you, it wasn't my fault!" Pyramidhead groaned.<br>"Guys...remember to keep that anger under control, we dont want those stereotypes creeping up on us now do we?"&nbsp; Clyde said as he butted in before an arguement started.<br>Suddenly the power flickered before going out. There was an evil laugh in the darkness .<br>"You've all gone soft....such a disappointment..." The voice echoed from the dark.<br>"I'd ask you to show yourself so we can speak." Clyde ordered.<br>"Show myself? so soon? The plot hasn't even begun to unfold.....look at you all, so much potential.....wasted...so much violent.....energy amongst you....haven't any of you wanted.....more? Do any of you wake up wishing you weren't reviled....hated? You're villains....always goign to be held back by the hero....it's time to step up.....and take back our worlds!" the voice hissed.<br>"You're lying...trying to tempt these good game characters from a constructive and productive path!" Clyde shouted into the dark void.<br>"Productive? Not when you were all programmed to destroy....." the voice taunted.<br>"We were programmed to fulfill a role in the plot, what we do outside our game is our own choice." Clyde replied.<br>Suddenly a light shot through the void.<br>"Get back...whatever you are....your words ring hollow here!" the old man hissed.<br>"Ah....Seraph....you use the light as if you know it well....but your heart is the darkest of anyone here......in time you'll see my friend....in time you'll see..." The voice said before the shadow vanished and the room returned to normal.<br><br><strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>The security suddenly finished their squabble and made a break for the large confrerence hall. The alarm light was flashing causing concern among some of the game characters.<br>"Don't worry, just a threat, no harm was done folks, return to business." one of the guards ordered.<br><br>Jeanette's multi-tool beeped to warn her of an incoming message.<br>-Col. We have just recieved word of an online-multiplayer Beta being released, we're sorry for the short notice but it's a surprise release from the company and not widespread release, it will be available tommorrow, more information to come when it has been aquired.&nbsp; &nbsp;Signed&nbsp; - Captain Jarvis
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 03:27:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div>Roxi laughed as Jeanette mentioned an after party, "I don't think we ever have those. I don't spend much time with the other racers, we've all kind of got a rivalry going. All the competition kind of makes it a must." She flashed a little grin, then added, "But, ah, I'd be happy to get together with you after the race. Maybe for drinks or something. Whatever you want." She leans in, prodding the commander's armored shoulder lightly, "You won't be all suited up, will you? I think you'd look better in your civvies." The racer grinned, then faltered, "Er, not that you look bad in this! You look kickass! I, ah...” Leaning back, she let out a nervous laugh, "Sorry, that came out all wrong."<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div>Jeanette scratched the back of her head self-consciously. "I, uh, thanks," she said, unused to compliments that she actually enjoyed hearing. The platitudes had worn her down, but this time she found herself blushing slightly at this beautiful woman's comments. "It's your world, babe... you tell me what you want me to wear. I'm your date, after all," she smirked, finding her confidence again. "I haven't had the time to go to an event in years. I usually get so exhausted that all I want to do is just lie in the sun and relax... but you've found an untapped reserve of energy. When's the race?" <br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div>Roxi flushed slightly, but smiled. "Wear whatever you like. Something casual, though. You won't need the armor unless someone crashes into the box." The racer grinned a bit. She was kidding. Well... half kidding. Straightening up, she tapped at her datapad and, with a few nimble finger taps here and there, reserved some seats. "The race is in a couple of hours, so you've got some time to relax if you want. I just got you access to the box seating area, an' four guest passes, if you want to bring some of your crew. It's a nice little area. Private, nice viewing screen so you can see the finish line, plus they provide some snacks and drinks. Hell of a lot better than the stands." Roxi flashed her grin, "It's nice to finally get to use it. An' for a gal I've had a crush on forever, too!" <br><br>Stepping back, she snatched up her pad and raised her other hand in a little wave, "But I should get going, I've got some preparations to make before the race! I'll see you after!"<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div>"Right... casual." Her "casual" clothes for a long time had been either an off-duty uniform or a bikini bottom. Regular clothes were something of a mystery. She'd have to get her cute comms officer to give some suggestions. <em>Can't invite her though... she'll be devastated if she comes along and finds out I'm there for Roxi and not her.</em> "Sounds like a lot of fun, Roxi! I'll gather up a few of my crew and bring them along to be your cheering section." <em>Gods, this girl is cute...</em> As Roxi moved to make her exit, Jeanette smiled wide and nodded in return to her wave, and gave the racer an unveiled look over. "You damn sure will."<br><br>"Another MP before I get the hell out of here," Jeanette called to the bartender. "I'm gonna need some liquid courage to try on some regular clothes."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div>Inside Zero-G Racing was an awe-inspiring sight. It was a spacious dome interior, filled with people scurrying from place to place, dotted with stands selling food or shirts and souvenirs. Three main areas were noticeable from the entrance; over to the left there were multiple doors lined up one next to another. Each had a large picture of a raceway above it, followed by a name. Ganymede Gallop. Jupiter Jump. Terra Classic. Poseidon Peril. Mars Warfront. A dozen courses are lined up and above it all, in a big box, the words 'EXHIBITION'. Front and center, all the way at the opposite end of the dome is a single door leading off into darkness and above it, 'CAREER MODE' in yet another big text box. Over to the right side of the dome, garages lined up one after the other, all the doors closed down save for one or two. Looking inside, it looks like these are where the racers keep their vehicles and do work on them in their spare time. Most of the racers seem to be gone, obviously off to the race. Above these doors, 'OPTIONS' is displayed in yet another box. It occurs that this large dome is actually the interactive title screen of Zero-G Racing, where the player selects what they want to do. From high above, the game's title music spills down, playing the song on a loop*. It fades into the background a bit, thanks to the number of people here. The line starts at the Mars Warfront track and stretches almost all the way back to the center of the dome. It seems this is where tonight's race is held.<br><br>After waiting in line, Jeanette and her crew arrive at the head of it and the commander has to give her name. She gets authorized to go in along with her guests and they step through the black doorway. Beyond it the scene transitions oddly as they step out, literally, into another world. It might make for a familiar sight, as Zero-G's version of the red planet stretches out before them. The line of people are streaming to a set of stands not too far off, where alien and human alike sit and watch hovering monitors of the race footage. There are even some people recognizable from other game worlds, come to take in the race for a fun night off. Far, far off in the distance, faint dust clouds and explosions can be seen where the racers are working their way through the course. Overhead, the theme song of the track plays, much like it did in the dome for the main menu**. Jeanette and crew are taken to a special enclosed box seat which drowns out the noise of the music and the crowd. Well, more or less. There are private monitors here to watch the race on, as well as plush seating and an array of food and beverages to enjoy. <br><br>The monitors depict the racers tightly packed together, each one struggling for the lead as they wind through the hills, valleys, and red sands of Mars while avoiding traps, missiles and each other. It's a wonder the camera can even keep up with them, as, while most of the vehicles vary in size, they all seem to be packing engines impressive enough to break the sound barrier. <br><br>"..coming up to the first hairpin turn right now!" says the announcer, "We have Ogrim in The Doomhammer taking the lead, followed closely by Roxi's CherryBomb and Racer-X's Black Wind! Close behind we've got Gunnar's Longius, Lrr in the Omicron, and Vex in the Red Falcon! Trailing behind in last is Archer in the Isis, but never underestimate him, race fans, anything could still happen! As you may know, we're down a racer today, as XLr8's vehicle was trashed during the last race and he has yet to fix it! He might be out until the game resets, but you never- Oh! It looks like Roxi is making a move around this corner!" <br><br>The announcer's excitement fuels the crowd and even from inside the box, Jeanette can hear everyone cheering as the three vehicles in the lead jockey for position around the immensely tight turn. Roxi's vehicle, while far from the smallest, is the smallest in the lead pack and she's able to sneak on the inside of the turn and make it tighter than the others, thus pulling ahead for the moment. <br><br>* - http://youtu.be/7sIbLJ5fWA8 &nbsp;(http://youtu.be/7sIbLJ5fWA8)<br>** - http://youtu.be/LV5lqJdak2I (http://youtu.be/LV5lqJdak2I)<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div>Jeanette felt positively naked in these clothes. It wasn’t a complicated ensemble; there wasn’t time to buy new clothes, so she was wearing things there were on hand on the Caen. Her custom A6 leather jacket*, never worn and thus rather stiff, was draped over one of Lorena’s excessively form-fitting burgundy shirts, accompanied by plain old jeans. She cut a dashing figure, but certainly didn’t feel it. Without her armor on and in a strange place, Jeanette felt a little twitchy. She still had a sidearm, folded up in her jacket, though.<br><br>Three of her crew had come along: Tarkus, her avian, sharpshooting friend; Lorena, her sensuous purple psionic savant; Kark, the hulking armored brawler.<br><br>Tarkus trotted along just behind Jeanette in his typical slightly hunched, goblinesque posture, carrying in one claw a briefcase that was Jeanette’s portable armor. He was long and slender, his bony structure hidden under loose-fitting robes that made him look like some kind of hawkish oracle. His beak clucked idly as he observed the strangeness around him, though he looked right at home in it all.<br><br>Next to him was Lorena, a very humanoid but ethereal creature. Her eyes were pale gray and seemed to glow faintly, and her deep purple skin was crisscrossed with what looked like tattoos, but might have also been circuitry. She wore a skin-tight tone-matching catsuit, making her appear naked to anyone that wasn’t looking closely… though most were indeed looking closely. She perpetually had a vague smirk that made it look like she knew something you didn’t. Honestly, she usually did.<br><br>Kark was a monster of a man, though he wasn’t really a man. Nine feet tall and sporting four arms, he was powerfully muscle-bound even for someone of that size. He sported intersecting armored plates along the outsides of his limbs, on his back, and on the upper half of his head, with a bit following the line of his nose. It looked as if some kind of six-legged dinosaur had started walking upright. His face, while generally humanoid, had a very broad, flat nose, with feline irises and jagged teeth. The only “clothing” he bothered with was a durandex “loincloth” that he only wore upon repeated request.<br><br>Jeanette had decided Kark ought to count for two passes.<br><br>It wasn’t difficult to interface Jeanette’s all-tool with the arena’s navigation software. They found their way to the booth rather uneventfully, in time to see the Cherrybomb making its move. At first look, the race looked more like war than professional competition… maybe that’s what it really was, she mused. The raw velocity and amount of explosions was shocking to her untrained eye, but the warrior in her didn’t find it hard to adjust. It actually looked like a hell of a lot of fun. <br><br>*Clothing example (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/6220/femshepjacketedit.jpg)<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div>As Cherrybomb moved ahead on the following straightaway, Ogrim in his Doomhammer made a move. A panel on the right side of his vehicle popped out, exposing a small launcher carrying a trio of missiles. The first one fired, seeking out Roxi's vehicle. Inside her cockpit, her systems alerted her to the approaching weapon and she quickly thumbed her canopy release. Her ride had its own arsenal, but nothing for shooting down incoming projectiles. She had a space hero to impress, too. So, she grabbed her sidearm and leaned out of the cockpit while keeping one hand on the controls. With the wind whipping through her hair and Mars' twin suns glinting in her glasses, she carefully placed her shots and fired upon the missile, causing it to explode in mid-air. Ducking back in with haste, she resumed driving, pulling further ahead. Back on the vid screen, the announcer (as well as the fans in the stands) burst into excitement over what had just happened. <br><br>Roxi sought to go on the offensive. Her fingers flicked over two switches in her cockpit and the back of her ride opened up, two small panels just at the rear sides, spilling out two handfuls of little yellow bombs decorated with smiley faces. Cute. They exploded seconds later, sending Doomhammer skidding off the course, but opening up a path for the next in line to catch up. Roxi was still fighting to keep her place at the head of the pack, the finish line drawing closer by the instant. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div>Absent-minded sips had Jeanette most of the way through a beer already. The incredible speed of the race was enrapturing, and it damn sure looked like their inertial dampeners weren’t working properly. Did they even have them? It was hard to tell. More than once she saw nosebleeds and once in a while, eyebleeds from the rabid racers. This sort of game had to be devastating to the racers’ bodies.<br>&nbsp;<br>Roxi was as cool as ever, though. “No, she isn’t…” Jeanette muttered as the cockpit slid open. Kark let out a guffaw as Roxi, as if it were nothing, shot down a missile with a sidearm.<br><br>“Shit, Gagarin, you think you could manage that?”<br><br>“’Course I could,” Jeanette replied, unconvincingly. <em>That was damn incredible,</em> she thought. She felt a twinge in her lower regions at the raw confidence on Roxi’s face as she did it. <em>And <strong>she</strong> idolizes <strong>me</strong>?</em> It was easy to tell this would be no one-way attraction. Roxi was absolutely thrilling. Jeanette found herself wondering if this is how others felt when they watched her in combat. <em>Shut up, you narcissistic ass.</em><br>&nbsp;<br>“You know, I could pick a few of them off for her,” Tarkus crooned, with what amounted to a grin, his beak left open slightly with a twinkle in his eye. “I’d use a suppressor, no one would ever know.”<br><br>“No need,” Lorena said quietly.<br><br>Jeanette crooked an eyebrow at this. Lorena’s abilities were beyond any current scientific understanding, but they were rarely wrong. When the missiles shot out of the Cherrybomb, Jeanette smirked. “No holds barred for this girl,” she commented. “If they try to kill you, you kill them right back!”<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div>"Coming into the last stretch, Roxi's still holding the lead, followed by Racer-X and Gunnar! The rest of the pack is struggling to keep up at these speeds, not to mention the upcoming, the infamous, the deadly, Aries' Spears!"<br><br>The announcer was referring to rocky formations placed upon the Martian surface. On Earth they'd be called hoodoo's, fairy chimneys, or earth pyramids. They were massive spires of rock, all of them between thirty and a hundred feet tall. They dotted the landscape, creating a veritable forest of hard, unforgiving rock. The racers darted into the field, the rock formations doubtlessly appearing as little more than orange blurs as they whipped past. Not far into the formations, Racer-X clipped one and spun out, the vehicle whirling in circles for quite some distance before hitting another rock and coming to a smashing stop. The driver seemed alright, but the vehicle wasn't finishing the race in any position other than last. That left Gunnar and Roxi both jockeying for first as they neared the end of the deadly, rocky alley. <br><br>"It looks like Gunnar is making his move, ladies and gentlemen! It's all down to the last stretch and he's not taking any chances!"<br><br>Excitement was still building in the stands. Gunnar's machine opened up, guns in the front firing rapidly at Roxi's CherryBomb. The female racer's vehicle was peppered with shots, stitching grim lines across the side. She deftly maneuvered her ride, darting between the rock formations and avoiding as much gunfire as she could. Frustrated, Gunnar floored it and caught up. His machine was much larger, much heavier. He used it as a battering ram, jerking to one side and then slamming into Roxi's as hard as he could. Roxi and her vehicle reeled, narrowly missing one of the rocks. <br><br>Attempting a second ram, Gunnar pulled off to the side again. This time, Roxi was ready. She hit the brakes and the heavier racer hit nothing but air, kept going, and slammed into a hoodoo with full force, smashing in the side of the ride. It came to a sputtering stop just outside the deadly alley. <br><br>"...wait, what's this?! It's Archer in the Isis! Archer from behind! He's zooming past with his nitrous!"<br><br>The Isis darted past Roxi's ride in a golden blur, nearing the final stretch. The crowd was on its feet in the stands now, wildly cheering, the noise reaching even Jeanette and her crew in the private box. Roxi wasn't having any of this, however. The flames coming out of her engines suddenly flared and her vehicle jumped before suddenly launching forward at astonishing speeds.<br><br>"Roxi's coming back, folks! She's fired off her nitro too! It's going to be down to the wire!"<br><br>So close! <br><br>Neck and neck!<br><br>The racers exchanged first place, once, twice, three times, both rides pushing the limits of their speed. If they were going any faster the sand would probably be turning into glass under them! At the last minute, Roxi's ride shoots ahead and claims victory! The crowd explodes in cheers and shouts of joy, not really rooting for Roxi herself, but more the exciting culmination of a fantastic race. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div>“What a treacherous course,” Tarkus mused. “I wonder if Greene could handle this kind of terrain.”<br><br>“In the <em>Caen?</em> Of course he could. In one of those little cars, who knows,” Jeanette replied. “Though of course he’d be using the main guns to clear the way.”<br><br>Kark laughed. “That’s my kind of piloting! Don’t bother avoiding them, just blow them up!”<br><br>“You’re all brutes,” Lorena commented quietly. “Watch the woman dance.”<br><br>Jeanette’s eyes had never left the screen, though admittedly most of her time was spent watching Roxi’s cockpit view. The way her hands navigated the controls reminded her of a high-speed ballet, every movement crafted and perfected. She seemed to have even better control of her car than Greene had of the ship, and he was already a genius. Roxi didn’t seem to have any AI helping her, either. It was enrapturing.<br><br>When Roxi and Archer crossed the finish line, Jeanette found herself on the floor. She realized she had been inching closer and closer to the edge of her seat, and jerking forward in excitement she had suddenly become without support! Kark laughed and picked her up with one giant hand, setting her back down in the seat. “Looks like somebody’s got a crush,” he teased.<br><br>“I, uh… I should go. Meet her. She won after all, she deserves congratulations, right?”<br><br>“Nice save, Gagarin,” Tarkus chuckled.<br><br>Lorena was serene as usual. “Happiness will be yours tonight, Colonel.”<br><br>Jeanette groaned. “TMI, ‘Rena.” She gathered herself up and left the booth, keying up her all-tool for directions to the racer reception area.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div>When Jeanette found her, Roxi was worrying over her vehicle, checking out the bullet holes and dents that riddled its side. The appearance of the commander turned her frown upside-down, though, and she beamed as the woman approached, "Jeanette! Glad you could make it. I hope you enjoyed the race." She laughed a little, "I kind of barely came away with that one. Those guys don't pull any punches, but they were really all over me tonight." The racer grinned proudly. Her eyes briefly glanced over the soldier, admiring the way she looked dressed more casual. Jeanette looked out of her element in the outfit, but she was pulling it off quite nicely. Especially the jacket. <br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><em>They won't be the last to be all over you tonight.</em><br><br>"You kicked ass out there! Though I admit I wasn't always sure what I was looking at... When you shot that rocket down I was like 'Whaaaat?!' How do you handle all that speed without inertial dampeners? Thrown around like that and here you are with barely a scratch... er, sorry, I'm rambling." She chuckled. "I've just never seen anything like that, or anyone like you, before." She was hesitant to approach, both uncomfortable in her casuals and uncertain of the customs in this game world. So instead of sweep Roxi off her feet like she wanted to, she inspected the Cherrybomb's damage. "I don't know about the bullet holes, but I can help you buff out these dents. I've been known to be handsy. ...handy."<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div>Roxi laughed. She'd never seen Jeanette quite so excited. In the trailers and in her mind the woman was always so serious, so brave and so firm. But it turned out she was just a regular woman too. It was cute. She grinned a touch as the commander inspected her beat up ride, a bit of pride welling up in the racer at the compliments. She never thought she'd get such high praise from a woman who'd been on battlefields and fought against an inter-galactic menace on a regular basis. As far as Roxi was concerned, she was just a racer. This was her life. She didn't see the big deal. "No, it's okay.. Keep rambling. It's cute." She smiled warmly. "And don't worry about the damage, I can replace the parts with part of the prize money from tonight. I would like to see you get handsy, though." Roxi grinned and clasped her hands behind her back, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, warm and inviting. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><em>Well, that just tears it.</em> Jeanette stood up straight, said "Alright then," and covered the few steps between them with a long stride. She closed the distance between their bodies, hooking an arm around Roxi's waist, pulling her close and brushing a bit of hair from her eyes with the other hand. This part she was more familiar with. The hand that brushed the hair aside now cupped the racer's cheek, pulling her into a tight kiss. Jeanette savored it, tasted the cherry girl deeply for a long moment, before turning them slightly and leaning Roxi back against the Cherrybomb. Sneaking her legs inbetween Roxi's, she hoisted the woman's legs up and around her waist, and dove in courageously for a second kiss.<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div>Roxi melted into the first kiss, returning it eagerly. She felt herself pressed back against her dented ride and then quite literally swept off her feet. Her legs hooked around the stronger woman's waist, one arm looping around her neck, fingers sliding through her hair. Their lips sealed together in another kiss, long and passionate. Roxi's eyes slid shut and she tilted her head slightly, taking it a little deeper. "Mmm..." a happy little noise escaped her lips. As the kiss breaks, she sighs softly with delight. Mouth still close to Jeanette's, she said what was doubtlessly on both of their minds, "...Apartments... too far. I know a place closer. Let's get out of here."<br><br><br><br><strong>SOMETIME LATER</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div>The ping of Jeanette’s all-tool elicited an annoyed groan from the woman. Her eyes slowly flickering open, she found herself with her torso on the floor, and legs still on Roxi’s couch. The blood filling her head, from being upended for probably hours, left her woozy. With an <em>umph</em> she let herself slide the rest of the way to the ground, and as she raised a hand to open the message, found it holding an empty beer bottle. <em>I don’t remember that… but I do remember what happened before.</em> She saw Roxi sleeping sweetly on the couch, and blushed a little at the memory.<br><br>Jeanette forced herself up on her feet and took a seat on the edge of the couch near Roxi’s feet. She found herself to be wearing her jeans and leather jacket but no undergarments. <em>What the hell were we up to?</em> Brushing the thought aside, she read the message. “Multiplayer,” she muttered, “who asked for that?” She didn’t relish the thought of meeting her own comrades in combat; all of them were tough customers. Still, it would be fun. Maybe there would be a leaderboard to set up bragging rights. <em>I hope they don’t make me fight myself…</em><br><br>Roxi was even less dressed than she was. To say it was a pleasant sight seriously understated the situation. Jeanette thought about waking her, but instead just took a seat back where she had been laying, this time upright and leaning against the couch. She let out a pleased sigh and closed her eyes, letting her pounding head have a rest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 18:52:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/420336/936full-red-ninja%3A-end-of-honor-artwork.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mayumi Kurenai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Desktop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Kenji<br><br>Yumi nodded a bit, so he was from a straight up fighter game. She wondered what that was like, was it any different than her way of life? Probably a bit different as she had to fight hordes of enemies. But still they were both fighters, <strong>"It seems we have a great deal in common than." </strong> she smiled warmly as she thought about where to start them off. <br><br><strong>"I enjoy meditating as well, along with a few other things I have found in this place. Have you eaten?"</strong> she asked stepping away from the entry way. She thought for a moment and remembered a game about an anime. It had an inn that had a lovely restaurant and areas of meditation, not to mention some lovely baths that over looked a mountain valley. <strong>"I know of a place that has a few wonderful things we can enjoy."</strong> she said wondering if it was to bold to take him to such a place. Still it was one of her favorite places so Yumi knew that he would like it as well. She started to walk with him as she looked about, <strong>"As you can see this is where the games come to mingle. We have access to anything that the other games have to offer. Everything from bars or clubs," </strong> she pointed off in on direction where music could be heard. <strong>"To amusement parks, and spas. During the down time of games we can share and enjoy what each of our games has to offer.'</strong>&nbsp; she said smiling a bit as they walked through the desktop. Her hands cupped in front of her as she walked next to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 21:03:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Roxi's Garage, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Roxi yawned and rolled to her side, blinking her eyes open sleepily. She was dressed in little more than her panties. Actually, nothing more than her panties. The previous nights activities had dictated speedy removal of clothing. Most of it was still in a pile on the floor. "Mornin', Jen... what're you doing down there? Did I accidentally nudge you off the couch?" She asked, sleepily. The racer slid off the couch and leaned next to the soldier, leaning her head in to press their lips together in a soft, affectionate kiss. Her hand dropped, lazily rubbing at the commander's thigh while they kissed. It parted with a happy sigh from Roxi and she grinned a touch, "So, you want to go out and get some breakfast or something?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 23:02:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Roxi's Garage</strong><br><br>Jeanette drank up the kiss like water in the desert, Roxi’s softness serving as a cool oasis against her throbbing headache. “I think… I had too much.” She nodded toward the bottles. “What did you give me, anyway, jet fuel? Usually my implants can filter this stuff out…” Stretching out, unabashed by her jacket opening wide as she did so, she laid her head on Roxi’s shoulder, nuzzling it lightly. “I had a wonderful time last night, and now… eggs. I need eggs. And hot sauce.” She remembered the hangover cure that an old mercenary friend had taught her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 03:13:18</strong>
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				Amidst the hustle and bustle of the late night celebrating, a thin female made her&nbsp; way past the gawking girls that surrounded&nbsp; Pitfall&nbsp; Harry. She&nbsp; took a seat close to the stage where&nbsp; Lily was playing. "I'll neēd something&nbsp; strong " she&nbsp; told&nbsp; the&nbsp; bartender . <br>"Rough night little lady?" He asked.<br>"Nah, it's been&nbsp; real quiet lately, figured I'd get in one last hurrah&nbsp; before&nbsp; we get deleted..."<br>"I'm sorry miss, šo much celebrating, we must've&nbsp; overlooked series&nbsp; cancellations . Where&nbsp; ya&nbsp; from again?"<br>"City of Legends, online super hero game. Dont suppose&nbsp; you neēd any help around&nbsp; here?"<br>"Sorry, as much as I hate seeing deletions, rules are rules, here, best&nbsp; drink&nbsp; we got, on the house."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 04:10:03</strong>
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				Kenji nodded to the comment that he had heard from yumi, after just a short period of time he could as well tell that the two of them did have a lot in common. He also very much like having her as a guide around this new place. It was filled with such amazing wonders, so much to do, and see.&nbsp; He also knew there was so much he hadn't seen yet.<br><br>He walked with Yumi calmly and looked at pretty much everything that he could look at, mostly in a complete state of aw of everything that he saw. "Thank Yumi, you are the most interesting woman, I think I have meet. Let us get something to eat if you don't mind," he said as he offered her his arm as he once saw his rival due to a woman he liked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 17:53:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/303/0/9/profile_picture_by_ask_champion_red-d5jgzma.png)</div>Crimson looked down at the girl, "You definately look like you belong in there, but..I've seen everyone in the game, I know you don't belong in there. I wish i could help, I wish I could give you a Yokaimon.." He paused long as if in contemplation, but then shook his head, "The rules are the rules, I cant afford to break them.." Crimson really did look truly sorry for the girl Pivolt, in the meantime though, was trying to see if he could sneak her in. Crimson wasn't really paying attention to teh action at the moment, as he was dwelling on the fact that he got to talk, and all that came out of his mouth was bad news for this girl. He wanted to help her, but he just couldn't, but maybe Pivolt could..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 20:25:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Roxi's Garage, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>"You lightweight," Roxi playfully chided, sliding herself into the soldier's lap. She grabbed the sides of the woman's jacket and pulled her close, pressing their bodies together, chest to chest, curves pressing against curves. The racer leaned in and stole another kiss. Or two. Her lips were a perfect fit against Jeanette's, she observed. She could hardly believe her fortune in finding such a wonderful woman. But after last night, what did this make them? A couple? Or was it just a fling? Roxi couldn't deny the chemistry she felt they had, nor the budding feelings she had for Jeanette. But what of the heroine herself? She was probably used to being fawned over, Roxi figured. Perhaps Jeanette had taken the other night as just another fling. It was hard to tell. Roxi sighed softly and parted from the kiss, a soft smile on her lips, "Well, you can put whatever you want on your eggs since you're buying breakfast." She grinned a touch, "C'mon, let's go get something to eat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 21:32:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Roxi's Garage</strong><br><br>Jeanette was in no state to resist Roxi’s advance, though she certainly wouldn’t have, were she able. “You fox,” she whispered after it ended. “You better be careful, or I’ll eat you instead.” That was supposed to have sounded sexy, but on second thought, maybe it just sounded silly… After rolling her eyes at herself, she found them lingering on Roxi again, drinking in her green eyes, strawberry lips, and for a longer, instinctual moment, her plush, wonderful breasts. A deep breath was needed to quash her urges, but she was only mostly successful, leaning down to plant a suckle on the nearest nipple.<br><br>“Nurgh. Breakfast, right…” As she rose to get dressed, her all-tool pinged again. <em>Saw you were awake, left you a present outside. –T</em> Jeanette paused for a moment. <em>Was that birdbrain watching us? Eh… better if I don’t know.</em> Lifting up the garage door slightly, she saw the briefcase sitting seemingly unattended. Jeanette pulled it in quickly and shut the door. With a wink to Roxi, she stripped back down, then retrieved her panties and put them back on.<br><br>Nudging the case with a foot, it opened up into the familiar boots, which she stepped into. The cords felt their way up her body, wrapping around her neck, and the armor plates started rapidly settling themselves into place. Jeanette inhaled sharply as the biosensors stuck into her; the hangover had made her especially sensitive, but as the anti-intoxicants instantly started swirling in her system, her head started to clear.<br><br>A few rapid blinks and Jeanette was back to one hundred percent. Retrieving her sidearm and clipping it to her hip, she flashed a winning smile at her lover. “Need a bodyguard, madam?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 21:40:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/420336/936full-red-ninja%3A-end-of-honor-artwork.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mayumi Kurenai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Desktop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Kenji<br><br>&nbsp;A blush came to her cheeks as he compliments her, smiling softly and looping her arm with his. It was something she wasn't used too. But it was certainly something she could enjoy.<strong> "Of course. Than we can go this way for food."</strong> she said and pointed towards a game that was labeled as a dating game. The game was a naughty fan boy favorite, but when it wasn't in use it made for a lovely get away. Walking with him towards the game, she would take him to the Inn that was in it and they could eat a traditional meal and share some more time together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 21:50:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167208.msg7866927#msg7866927">Quote from: OHWceta on 12-03-2013, 01:33:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>The Desktop</strong><br>"Just the usual mistreatment of Avatars....not uncommon here on the desktop. Neither is the graffiti display from the guys and girls of that Sky King Game, the security is having a usual fit over cleanup" May smiled a bit thinking about the chaos that had ensued. She could always count on that ragtag bunch to throw off the monotony of the desktop.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Now that jus' ain't right!" Jimmy declared, his anger starting to once again grow at what he considered an intolerable injustice towards the little lady. "Seems like some folks out there don't ever learn, do they?" he then remarked to no one in particular, as he stopped his hand from moving to his holster once again, and began to take several long, deep breaths to calm himself down, as he now wrestled with the problem. He wanted to help the lil' darlin, but his game wasn't exactly kid friendly, so he was in a bit of a bind.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167208.msg7866927#msg7866927">Quote from: OHWceta on 12-03-2013, 01:33:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As they conversed she felt a little better, glad to have some game characters who seemed not to care about her lack of achievments or Avatar status, but then the trio felt a cold chill pass behind them. A dark figure walked past, casting a powerful evil Aura about him. He was at least 8 feet tall and wore black armor with evil faces patterned throughout, his sword was even more bone-chillingly frightning than the man himself, he did not speak, but the sword did, a whisper enimated from the blade that spread through the wind. "Destiny........." It hissed before the whisper was broken up within the breeze.<br>In the blink of an eye he had made his way into the nearby alleyway behind the train station.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jimmy didn't even notice that he'd drawn his gun and moved to shield the two with his body until the dark, armoured figure had passed by. "What in Tarnation was that?!" he asked, as he then heard a slight clattering sound. The source of which was his gun, which was shaking from his hands trembling. Something about that figure had frightened him like few things could; even the freakin' cougars and bears in his game weren't as intimidatin' as.... whatever that thing had been. He slowly put the gun back into his holster, and turned to look at the other two. "Y'all okay there?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 22:08:04</strong>
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				The Dark and cold figure caused a very brief reaction in Pivolt's code as it passed by. If any other Yokaimon were present they would have been able to sense the deadly spirit encased within this figure's sword.<br><br><strong>Yokaimon----</strong><br>"Sir, it's reacting.....I've never seen the sensors like this before!" one of the scientists exclaimed<br>"Good...it'll be ready soon, and when it is...I'll have full control over this region of our world." Giren hissed as he approached the armored ball floating amidst a powerful energy field.&nbsp; The Energy continued to pulsate faster and then slowed again.<br>"Find what it's reacting to!" Giren ordered two of his people, a woman with red hair and a man with blue hair. A snakelike Yokaimon followed them as they left the laboratory.<br><br><strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>May Shivered, "It gave me goosebumps...who....was that?"<br>Suddenly the lights turned red, signaling the power was on within the console. <br>May jumped at the sudden change paired with just witnessing the terrifying figure.<br>"Alright, everyone return to your games" the security guards stated in their usual fashion.<br>Looking at a clipboard the Guard announced "Mass Impact, Gameplay and DLC schedualed.....Sky King:BBB, you will also standby for download."<br><br>May sighed dejectedly as she joined the other Avatars in their designated spot on the desktop. The whole way she kept looking back towards Pivolt and her other new friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 03:22:01</strong>
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				Kenji was very glad that Yumi had decided to take his arm, and felt a good bit more confident, and was glad that he had also paid attention when he was around his rival during the opportunities he had to do such a thing. He followed her finger and looked at the game entrance she was pointing too. A dating game, he knew the meaning behind it, and it sounded most lovely, especially with such a interesting woman as her. Kenji had little knowledge on what it would be like, but he knew that it would be different, and that different was something, he was learning today, that could be very much good. He walked with her towards the game and smiled, excited as to what he would get to see in the game, and the prospects of spending time with the most interesting person he had meet, pretty much ever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 21:04:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Roxi's Garage, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Roxi sighed with pleasure as Jeanette suckled at her breast, the racer running her fingers through the blonde's hair. She slid from her lover's lap to let her stand up and grab the briefcase, which turned out to contain her armor. Roxi stood and frowned, "Y'know, I used to think that armor was really badass. Now that I've seen you naked, I kind of hate it. It covers up all the lovely bits and makes it really hard to pinch your ass." She smirked slightly and turned, gathering her own clothing, heaped on the floor, and putting it on. She grinned a little when she noticed Jeanette's leather jacket, the one the soldier had worn on their date. The racer grabbed it and slid it on before strolling over and taking the other woman's arm. "I think I'd like that. Lead the way, babe." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 02:41:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Roxi's Garage</strong><br><br>“A little loose in the shoulders, but I like it,” Jeanette said, eyeing Roxi in the jacket. The all-tool pinged again, causing Jeanette to roll her eyes in annoyance. “What now…” She used the controls in her glove to manipulate it so that she wouldn’t have to let Roxi’s arm go. <br><br><em>Return to game immediately. Gameplay scheduled. -System</em><br><br>“Well, fuck,” the warrior growled, turning an apologetic eye to Roxi. “Terrible timing.” She pivoted, wrapping both armored limbs around the racer and pulling her close for a deep kiss. “I gotta go. Here’s a raincheck with no expiration date.” Releasing Roxi, Jeanette flicked her fingers quick as lightning across the all-tool, which flared to life and flash-fabricated a small, translucent orange device. “Here’s a one-to-one comm. If you want to contact me, just hit the button and talk. Even if I’m too busy to pick up, I’ll get the message.”<br><br>“Damn it,” she muttered again, blushing a little as she continued. “Look, I know my reputation, but I’d love to see you again, and soon, so make sure you use that. It’ll accept messages from me, too. Next time we’re off duty, okay?”<br><br>A timer ticked away on her all-tool indicating how long she had to return to the game before it loaded. There was just enough left. Jeanette gave Roxi another quick peck on the lips and waved goodbye, her hesitance to leave quite plain on her face until she turned, activated her suit’s adrenaline mode, and cyborg-sprinted out of Zero-G, blurring through the Desktop, and back into Mass Impact.<br><br>It was always disconcerting re-entering her own game, because while almost every other game had a typical main menu, hers was the bridge of her ship, so she would just blink into existence at the main console. Since nobody used any kind of signaling system, the bridge crew was always surprised. At least, during gametime, few to no characters were traveling between games.<br><br>The cute comms specialist, Tamara Payne, flinched and gasped, “Oh! Hello, colonel!” Her practiced middle-class London accent hid, only mostly, her native lower-class accent. She had built her way up from small beginnings and wasn’t proud to remember them, so she tried to make sure no one could tell. Most people were fooled, but Jeanette had the personnel files. “It’s about time to face the Harvesters again, is it?”<br><br>“Hard to say, Tam,” the colonel mused. “There’s some new content today, multiplayer stuff. Seems likely we’ll see that.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 02:53:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/303/0/9/profile_picture_by_ask_champion_red-d5jgzma.png)</div> Before they went out, Pivolt ran up and gave the avatar a hug, licking her on the cheek happily before running back over to Crimson and hopping on his shoulder, looking back at her in a longing manner, wishing she could come with them. Something caught his attention though as Pivolt turned and glared at the sword wielding guy. Crimson looked over at him, getting a chilling vibe himself before walking back in, how he hated it, not being able to talk, once again. Once again he found himself heading back towards the mountain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 23:41:41</strong>
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				(OOC: Are we even using the OOC thread anymore? Has anyone seen hippyness? I got a big role upcoming for his game.)<br><br><strong>Mass Impact:</strong><br>There was a message coming in from Admiral Hatchet.<br>&nbsp;- "A team of soldiers requested your appearance at the Maxilos Arena in the Kephler System, It's for a promotional video they're sending out to the troops, it will be good for the morale of our solidiers if you make an appearance in the vid. Maybe inspire some confidence which we culd use more of in these desperate times. I'm sending you the coodinates immediatly, Hatchet over." - <br>With their game being the one in play, of course the player had control of the ship, the illusion of control was only imagined by the crew when their game was underway. He of course directed them to go to the coordinates the Admiral had specified.<br><br>The Maxilos Arena was large space station latched onto the side of a medium sized asteroid. On approach they could see the massive generators powering the facility, the dome shapes of the individual combat arenas dotted the surface of the asteroid, linked by thin hallways and finally to the hologram projection control room located in the main building to the opposite side of the entrance. There were freighters, frigates, cruisers, individual fighters, and even one dreadnaught parked at the docking bays of the station, it seemed there were a lot of military members stopping in at this station.<br>Waiting for the team on their arrival was a tall humanoid with large black eyes and a long, thin neck. "Colonel Gagarin, we've been expecting you, right this way please..if you would kindly." It said in a voice that sounded neither male nor female.<br>The ingame codex was suddenly updated with information on the strange new species which had never been seen in-game before, but Jeanette would recognize the name mentioned before.<br><br>-<em>The Xion</em>, a relatively secretive species, they pride themselves in technology, mostly involving holographic research. They tend to reside in the outer rim, far from Council directed territory, this is mostly due to their controversial stance on the support of A.I research which is strictly forbidden by the galactic government. The Xion are biologically unique to ther galaxy in that they have no genders, at least not to the untrained eye. The Xion can perform as either male or female, depending on the need, but they require a partner to provide genetic diversty. One member of the family carries the eggs, and another fertalizes them. Once the baby is born it is raised in a family group. There are no permenant relationships in Xion culture, a family consists of several adults who share resposibility and duty to the unit, children from different parents are raised as siblings if they are still born to any 2 members of the family unit.-<br>-<em>Maxilos Station</em>, Developed by the Xion in 2157 to commemorate the anniversary of the Myelin Rebellion. It boasts the most advanced hologram technology of its time, often commissioned by goverments to perform training excersizes. In recent years however, it has become more of a place for soldiers to blow off steam and engage in games of skill against one-another.-<br><br><strong>Yokaimon:</strong><br>"Sir, we've found our target, we're going in for the capture." one of the Jett Gang stated over their long-range communicator.<br>"I want them alive! his energy is what we need to finish the M-2 project." Giren ordered.<br>"Will do sir." <br>Giren sighed after the comm. was turned off. "Imbeciles, they can't ever do anything right, get the chopper ready, I'll take care of this myself."<br>"But sir....what if..." The scientist asked but was cut off.<br>"It can wait! It's waited this long, we need that energy!" Giren hissed.<br>As Giren made his way to the hanger a pulse of energy shot from the tube holding M-2. The glass shattered around him and through the whole facility. The Alarms went off all around the base.<br>"W-what....?!" Giren exclaimed in shock.<br>"Free......" was all that M-2 said before bursting into the sky. The Earth shook around him.<br><br>On the mountain Pivolt and Crimson could feel the ground shake, looking over at the town nearby they could see a mushroom cloud rise from a warehouse near the town's Gym. A beam of light shot into the sky. They could feel the energy that emitted from the object, which from their distance could not be recognized as a Yokaimon.<br>"That came from the base....!" Jessica exclaimed from their hiding place near Crimson and Pivolt<br>"I have my Yokaidex out...see if I can get a reading on....My Jigglypuff! The spirit energy rating is over 9000!" Jamie exclaimed as he took a reading on the fleeing figure.<br>"Could that be the M-2 project the boss was talking about?" Jamie replied.<br>"No...he told us that we needed this twerp's little rat to get the job....done...?" Jessica stated Suddenly realizing their conversation gave away their hiding place and Pivolt had managed to find them. (Team Rocket Blast-Off anyone?)<br><br><strong>Zero-G Racing:</strong><br>As the racers lined up for another race Nick was unusually late.<br>"Where's Fergus when you need him?"<br>"Lost your mechanic?" one of the others taunted.<br>"Shouldn't be a problem for a Racer who's a Mechanic" one of the others teased.<br>"Don't worry, I think I fixed a few discrepencies that kept me from beating your ass last time!" Nick returned.<br><br><strong>Sky King: BBB:</strong><br>The bell rang at the church, which was almost completely unoccupied until today, in fact the church was only a decorative model used for scenery, no gameplay elements were supposed to be present inside.<br>"New DLC?" Raphael asked as they continued their usual path from the apartments towards the schoolyard.<br>"Why a church of all places?" Margo asked a bit annoyed.<br>"Didn't you hear, the Sky King is getting married." James added as he sped past them, marking a wall with the Korean word for 'Fuck'.<br>"Getting married?!" Margo asked confused.<br>"Yeah, so it looks like we'll be getting a sky queen!" James stated.<br>"Wait, what, what's the point in that?" Margo asked.<br>"I dunno, been trying to find the new map all morning, supposedly we've got a new gang in town too..." James replied.<br>"It's not finished loading yet dillwad" Margo responded looking towards the world exit.<br>"Oh!" James exclaimed suddenly running face-first into a kid his age who suddenly appeared as the loading bar hit 100%.<br>There was a gang of teens each in a brown suit with their dress slacks cut off into shorts. They all had Gorilla masks and a red tie.<br>"If you'll excuse us, we have a meeting with the Sky King." the leader spoke as he walked past James and the others before they had time to react.<br>Margo looked at them oddly and the large one gave her an angry grunt as he walked past.<br>"I don't like this guys....." she whispered as the new gang made their way to the church.<br><br><strong>Guitar Destiny:</strong><br>Since their game was not in play, the characters were allowed to play whatever they wanted for now, until the console was turned-off and they could leave thier own games once again. But something was off, a new character joined the crowd, she claimed one of the spare stages that the others weren't using and proceeded to play a Coheed and Cambria tune.<br>Coheed and Cambria-The Final Cut (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf90wjabKi0#)<br><br><strong>The Desktop:</strong><br>Watching from the Avatar station, May saw the scary knight from before make his way into the warp station for Mass Impact.<br>There was only one guard, since the others were still busy cleaning up the mess that Mr. Crowley had made of Bad-Anon, and what May saw next ran chills up her spine. The knight stabbed the guard with his sword, the guard's code fractured and twisted until his body became a dark monster with vaguely humanoid features. It sunk into the shadow behind the knight before vanishing altogether. The Knight proceeded into the other game.<br>"Game jumping while the console's on.....and there's no guards!" May exclaimed.<br>"What are you talking about? Stay here!" Chris shouted.<br>"No, I have to warn someone!" May exclaimed, running towards Mass Impact.<br><br>(It was business as usual for High Plains Drifter, King of the Ring, and Blood Red Honor. (OOC, sorry it gets boring now, for those of you who got excluded this turn, your worlds will get more plot related action later. I'll add some NPC conversations to make the wait a little more bareable next post.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 01:38:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://files.sharenator.com/2q8vt5c_jpg_Pokemans_FTW-s1400x1400-284487-580.png)</div>Crimson turned, and glared at the intruders after looking athte explosion a moment. There was plenty he wanted to say but his glare spoke&nbsp; for enough serving as a visualization of his ". . ." The air inthe mountain grew a sharpness to its chill, the snow started to flurry as a visible aura of his very essence appeared. The pathetic Jett Gang members would see that teh legends were true, one by one, a Yokaimon appeared, forming from the radiating essence of the boy. First, Glutsnore, one of the phyiscally biggest and most intimidating Yokaimon out there. Then was Psycheon, the psychic fox, who more often than not, used its telepathic powers to allow Red to speak to those around him without ever opening his mouth. Then formed the mighty Plantesaur, a Yokaimon that is believed to have lived all the way from the ancient times. Next was Artilertle, a large brute of a turtle looking yokaimon that sported large hydrocannons&nbsp; that hid in its shell. Lastly forming was the large and powerful Dracoflare, the legendary fire dragon of the Kanto region that is said to take true masters to tame and train.<br><br>Through Psycheon, Red's thoguhts were projected onto the reject gang members, thier Yokaidex's power indicator not dropping below the nine thousand indicator, no matter which they aimed at. "Jessica and Jamie.. we've done this I don't know how many times before. and you know exactly how it will end, so tell me.." He said walking straight up to the ladies, "Lets just skip the messy battle and tell me what this M-2 you're talking about is. Also, why are two lovely ladies like yourself still on the wrong side, I single handedly thrashed your whole organization, and boss once before, so tell me what you know, so I can do it again." These two ladies who he had repeat encounters with were rather cute, but unfortunately, they were on the wrong side in the game. He never saw them in the few times he went onto the dashboard. He could tell just from how they were, while they were sneaky, or at least tried to be, they weren't inherently bad people. "So how about it, we can go to the Yokaimon center and get warmed up if you just talk with me, okay?" The howling wind got harder as he spoke, the snow coming to a near blizzard level. This was the first time he offered this ultimatum without sending the Jett Gang members flying off again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hippyness</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 19:59:45</strong>
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				Dillon skated through the streets aimless and depressed, sticking into the background areas not typically used. He knew there was a new DLC today, something new in the city of chaos, but it didn't call to him like it should. A wedding? Is that what players wanted?<br><br>Dillon grinded down a rail and transferred to a rooftop. He stood and looked over the cityscape, watching the bell tower. Everyone else headed straight there when the group got back, excited to see what happened. Dillon sighed and leaped away from the roof to a power line, followed it down to the elevated train track and continued down the tracks. Maybe he should have a look, he'd already been played through to the end a few times so it wasn't likely he'd get to see the DLC as a main character. That thought depressed the skater boy more but he perked up and adjusted his goggles.<br><br>On a bright side, with the new DLC it would be pretty easy to figure out where the player's focus was, maybe the not in use-ers could kick it the rest of the city. Yeah, and maybe if there was a new skater put in, everyone could kick it hard today.<br><br>"Find the light and skate for the sky."<br><br>Dillon flipped from the elevated tracks before the oncoming train plowed through him and descended to the street far below. Flips, well placed wires and ledges and no concern for the law of gravity landed him on top of a car and then the street. the tower might be far away in distance, but such things barely mattered to those that owned the sky. At full speed, he made for the tolling of the bells.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 22:12:42</strong>
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				<strong>Yokaimon----</strong><br>"That my friend is above our pay grade!" Jamie replied<br>"Stupid! Don't even tell him that!" Jessica scolded her.<br>"I'm not exactly in the mood for getting blown up for the 150th time." Jamie Replied. "And it's not like I told him the boss won't let us in one his secrets because of all our past failures!" <br>"I'm pretty sure he just heard you......" Jessica groaned.<br>"Just shut up! I'll take care of him!" Sepenterra hissed "Whiplash!" With blinding speed Serpenterra struck his tail out towards Pivolt's head, going for a knockout blow.<br><br><strong>Sky King: BBB</strong><br>Dillon could spot a group of teens making their way towards the church as well, followed by another gang (Margo, James, and Raphael at least).<br>The church had been more detailed than in the past, new railings and sections were added to make it an official level and not just a background object.<br>So the DLC added a new gang in addition to the new level. As he neared the church Dillon would realize that it was the Sky King's wedding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 03:42:20</strong>
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				<strong><em>High Plains Drifter</em></strong><br><br>With the console on, James had had to go back to his game, and the last place where the game had been saved and exited; outside an old fort that he'd just cleared a small-time gang of cattle rustlers out from. One of the rustlers, whom wasn't having to play dead since the game was not playing, came over to where James was standing. To be honest, Jimmy like the guy; sure, in the game the guy was just a no-name gunslinger, but James knew better. "Howdy there Jeff." he waved to the man, whom he knew as Jeff Conners. "How's things with you and your good lady?" <br><br>For his part, Jeff just lit his pipe as he slung his Winchester over his shoulder. "Not too bad there, Jimmy, thanking you kindly. Our youngest is gettin' to be just like me at that age; all wide-eyes and eager inquisitiveness." he then tilted his head. "Though I gotta say there, son, you're lookin' like you seen a ghost or somethin'...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 04:02:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/303/0/9/profile_picture_by_ask_champion_red-d5jgzma.png)</div>Crimson simply shook his head before verbally issuing&nbsp; the attack command to Pivolt. "Thunderstrike, go." The rodent lets off and struck with a massive bolt of lightning striking the snake and the group of gangsters. Cimson's other yokaimon taking an aggressive stance against the Jett gang members.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 07:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Maxilos Arena, Mass Impact</strong><br><br>It was always strange, being player-controlled, despite it being her default state. She was vaguely aware that her actions were not entirely her own, but they always felt <em>right</em> as they were happening. Had she only ever been controlled by one player, she might have never noticed the difference, but as the player had a sibling, Jeanette was often left with a bizarre cognitive dissonance after a play session. She could feel the difference, but she could never pinpoint or define it.<br><br>As usual, Kark and Lorena were chosen to be Jeanette’s team for this mission. The player always seemed to favor them; Kark for his incredible durability, and Lorena for her eye candy. Well, Lorena also had a perfect mix of psionics and tech… but it was mostly for the hip sway. Jeanette sympathized.<br><br>The colonel wasn’t a stranger to Maxilos. In fact, she held most of the top scores. Kark outscored her for endurance, and in a few of the unusually specific challenges there were others ahead of her, but in all general-purpose categories she was on top. She wouldn’t have minded winning the rest, of course, as they all had material benefit: new weapons, ship upgrades, etc. More was always better when it came to gear.<br><br>Her Reckoner clipped on her back, Jeanette strolled into the station with her squaddies close behind. The xion led the way. She could have sworn she had met this one before, but they were so homogenous… it was rather difficult to say. It was an enigmatic race, and not one most denizens of the galaxy would encounter many times during their lives. Jeanette already had to remember so many names that she decided to let this one go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 07:49:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Roxi's Garage, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Roxi sighed, already missing Jeanette. They'd hung out all night (and did some other things, of course) but she felt it was over all too soon. Damn. She at least wanted to grab breakfast and talk.<br><br>*bing!*<br><br>Roxi's datapad beeped at her. She picked it up and glanced at it. Another race? She didn't see any familiar names. None of the guys from the last race were attending. Most of them were probably too banged up to attend. So was she. In fact, she hadn't had her ride brought back to her garage from last time. Sighing, Roxi tapped a few buttons on her pad and the CherryBomb appeared in it's spot in the garage, still all dented and marked with bullet holes. The delivery fee would be a hundred credits, knocking it off her prize money. That was the funny thing about their races. There were prizes for top finishes, of course, but you'd probably spend half your winnings getting your ride tuned up again. That, or you'd have to wait until the game was played and cars were restored for the Player.&nbsp; At the moment, Roxi didn't feel like forking over the credits to get her vehicle fixed, so she opted to make the repairs herself. So, she set to work, keeping the datapad propped up and nearby, with the latest practice race running on it. Might as well watch it in the background while she worked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 19:01:34</strong>
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				<strong>Yokaimon----</strong><br>Pivolt's bolt attack hit a trap the Gang had set for him, causing it to malfunction. As the door flipped up it slammed into the trio, launching them into the air.<br>"Jett Gang's taking off again!" They screamed before blinking out into the blue sky in a commical fashion as always.<br><br><strong>High Plains Drifter----</strong><br>Suddenly there was a scream coming from the bar. All the men inside had been killed. Which was strange because it wasn't one of the normal locations large-scale deaths ocurred during gameplay.<br><br><strong>Zero-G Racing----</strong><br>As she worked on her car, Roxi could overhear yelling in Nick's Garage.<br>"I told you! I wont do it!" Fergus whimpered.<br>"Fine....have it your way." a sinister voice stated.<br>"No! Make it stop!" Fergus cried.<br>"Then plant the bomb next race.....you've been warned. I wont sit patiently by for your antics any longer." the other voice hissed.<br><br><strong>Mass Impact----</strong><br>"Pick your weapons as you see fit, the match will begin shortly." the Xion stated.<br>Jeanette, Kark, and Lorena appeared below the User's name in their preparation box. They could see the other user's name above the enemy box. But the full names of their opponents were blocked, aside from the first letter. Perhaps they were using codenames. S, M, and W.<br><br>Once the lights blinked to show the opponents were ready, they stepped outside the box. There was a tall, thin male with black armor in the lead, His armor was heavy enough to give him more bulk, despite his thing frame. The Second wore gunmetal grey, standard issue armor. The last wore pearl white armor and was both large and bulk, and his armor was also heavy. He carried mostly heavy weapons, his rifle sporting a large baynonet at the end. Noticing the Fenrir logos on each armor, it was clear that this wasn't a promotional vid, but a trap by the enemy.<br><br>The Black figure spoke in a deep voice. "You have no idea what kind of trouble you are in." (Black-Ops Jeanette is using a voice disguiser BTW so she's presumed Male until near the end of the fight.)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 01:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/303/0/9/profile_picture_by_ask_champion_red-d5jgzma.png)</div>For a moment, Crimson stood there, as if to go back to his usual moping in the mountain top. However soemthing in him stirred, he started stepping down with Pivolt on his shoulder he mounted onto Dracoflares back and flew down to the outside of Earth City, just outside Road 1. He started walking down the road where his whole journey began. He hadn't seen his mother in years, ever since he left, and more importantly in his eyes, Master Oakmage, a wise old Yokaimon wizard who originally taught Crimson, Cobalt and Viridian everything he knew about Yokaimon and Yokaimon taming. If there was anyone that could give the most powerful Yokaimon trainer inteh world information, it would be Oakmage. <br>06 The Road to Viridian City (Route 1) - Pokémon Reorchestrated: Kanto Symphony (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JmeiAQnSdc#ws)<br>Oakmage was always impressed with Crimson's talents, especially when the end of his Kanto journey demonstrated that the young Yokaimon sorcerer could tame the spirits with his own energy, without the need of any sort of capturing device or seal. Every Yokaimon Crimson ever tamed was a part of him. Oakmage was always o the belief that Crimson would become more powerful than he ever could be, but after that championship battle against Cobalt, Okamage only ever heard rumors of Crimsons whereabouts, never actually seeing him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 01:45:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Roxi's Garage, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Roxi leaned back as she heard a commotion in the garage next door. Heated whispers, whimpering, shouting. She didn't know many of the racers, but she did know Fergus, the mechanic for the kid one slot over. It sounded like he was in trouble. Worried, Roxi set aside the new armor plate she was about to install in her ride. She rose and reached into the cockpit, drawing out the sidearm she always kept in it. Despite what Jeanette might currently believe, she didn't use it solely for shooting down encroaching missiles. She only did that sometimes. Most of the time she just aimed for the tires of other racers (if they had any) or aimed for sensitive systems. Despite her apparent skill, Roxi never really considered herself a crack shot with it. It was just an ability she'd been programmed with. Her vehicle was the lightly armored type, built for speed and maneuverability over all else. The Bolt Gun was just a precaution. The Smile Bombs were a deterrent. <br><br>Weapon in hand, she stepped out of her garage and edged towards Fergus', sliding along the wall. She peered carefully inside, wary, but ready to take action if necessary. With the things that she'd just heard going on, she knew it was going to be bad news. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 04:01:24</strong>
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				<strong><em>High Plains Drifter</em></strong><br><br>"What in the tarnation?!" James exclaimed, pulling out his Peacemaker as he ran towards the saloon, with the rustlers behind him forming up an impromptu posse to watch his back. In the game they might have been enemies, but here and now, there was a more important matter than what went on in the game, as the group dashed towards the saloon to see what the matter was.<br><br>The sight was a direful one, and Jimmy had to fight to keep from retching at the ghastly display around the saloon.&nbsp; Near everyone in the bar was dead, or at the least seriously wounded. And it wasn't due to a gunfight, neither. Some of them looked like they'd been out and out <em>torn apart</em>, like an enraged bear had broken in to wreak havoc. "What the <em>hell</em> happened here?" Jimmy asked in horrified bewilderment. "It ain't like nothin' I ever seen before...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 18:50:29</strong>
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				<strong>Zero-G Racing----</strong><br>Suddenly Roxi felt a hand on her shoulder. "It's not nice to eavesdrop." The voice hissed with a light chuckle.<br>Suddenly Roxi's head was filled with visions of everything in her life she was ever afraid of and currently was afraid of. Then came images so horrifying she could hardly imagine them in her regular life. The last vision she was being held by dark humanoid creatures with glowing yellow eyes, she couldn't move. She was forced to watch as a blonde figure in black armor standing over Jeanette who was lying on the ground. It proceeded to shoot Jeanette in the head with its pistol. As it turned to look at Roxi with a sadistic grin, it had the face of Jeanette but the skin was turning a silvery color and her eyes began to glow blue, her teeth became razor-sharp fangs and she lunged at Roxi with a haunting scream. Then the vision was over.<br>Roxi suddenly felt a sharp pain in her arm. Fergus had shot the dark figure holding her but the bullet seemed to go through the figure like it was made of pure-air, hitting her in the process.<br>"Now now, is that any way to treat your guest? After all I've offered you?" The figure laughed.<br>"Stay...out..of our game..." Fergus managed to gasp.<br>"Pretty soon you wont have a game....." The dark figure said with a sinister laugh.<br><br><strong>High Plains Drifter----</strong><br>"They...they were nothing like I've ever seen before...wolves....no, bigger than wolves, they were large and black, they walked upright but ran on all fours...sharp claws....they were horrifying..." The bartender gasped.<br>They heard another scream now, this time from one of the town watchmen.<br>"It's the Mesa Indians!"the watchman shouted.<br>"What do they want?" the Sheriff grumbled as he grabbed his Rifle.<br>"Halt!" he ordered as Howling Wolf approached the outskirts of town with 10 of his men, the rest were far behind, but still headed for the town as well.<br>"I mean no harm to you, we've come with a warning........" Wolf stated.<br>"If it's about them darkies then you've come too late, done and killed everyone in the bar." The Sheriff replied.<br>"Then you have seen them.....My scouts witnessed a whole army of them in the west, coming from the great desert... We need to fight them together." Wolf stated.<br>"Us, work with Indians?" The Sheriff scoffed.<br>"My people do not feel right saving those who steal land and squander it so senselessly, but it it means our survival, we are willing to sacrifice." Wolf replied.<br>"Show the elders where you would like us to make camp, I need you and a small posse of men to come with me to the Desert, so you can see this threat for yourself." Wolf Stated.<br><br><strong>Yokaimon----</strong><br>As Crimson entered the town, everything was in uproar. Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny were both evacuating people near an exploded warehouse. It was next door to the Gym.<br>"No casualties reported, only minor injuries from falling debris, the explosion disintigrated anything large enough to cause any real harm." Joy stated.<br>"Yeah...based on what little we've collected, the Jett Gang was using this warehouse as a hideout, but the explosion seems to have gotten rid of any useful leads to help us catch any of them." Jenny replied.<br>Oakmage was scanning the grounds with his Yokaidex. "This bodes very ill....many Yokaimon died inside the base....and this explosion itself was not from conventional weapons, it was created by Spirit Energy..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hippyness</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 19:43:16</strong>
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				Dillon skated closer to the church. The other player characters where making their way but someone new was following them, another gang. It seems everyone else had made the same choice and change of heart as Dillon. Sometimes they were too similar. The new three must be part of the DLC. Speaking of DLC, there was something going on right now. The Sky King was getting married, right now.<br><br>Dillon put on some speed, vaulting over car hoods and riding the roofs to try and catch up with the other PCs. Dillon hoped he wasn't over dressed for the occasion. He closed in on the other PCs, putting the other three out of his mind. Maybe the DLC would be enough to keep fighting from breaking out. Probably not. Dillon flexed his hand after he used it to flip end over end atop the barrier that should keep cars and people from jumping from the raised section of highway to the much lower section below.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 21:18:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Outside Roxi's Garage, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br><em>"Stay...out..of our game..." <br><br>"Pretty soon you wont have a game....."</em><br><br>The words came through the one-to-one comm Jeanette had given her, either filling the commanders ears or waiting for her to get the message. Roxi had seen the most terrifying things she could think of, and even some she'd never knew she was afraid of. Worst of all, she saw Jeanette killed. Then she was filled with pain and on the floor, blood weeping from the wound on her arm. She'd managed to have the wherewithal to press down on the little communicator as she lay on the floor, picking up Fergus' message and that of the mysterious stranger who was a threat to their game. <br><br><br>"Jeanette... help.." she whispered, voice tinged with fear. Somewhere in the back of her head she thought it was funny. She was afraid. Just the other day, she'd been in danger, whipping through an arid wasteland between rocky spires while other racers tried to smash her to pieces. She hadn't been afraid then. Now, however, things were different. She'd dropped her gun when she fell, but even though it was still within reaching distance she didn't think it would do any good. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 23:20:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Maxilos Arena, Mass Impact</strong><br><br>Fenris was certainly familiar to the squad. They had been a thorn in Jeanette’s side for years, and it didn’t help that the Alliance couldn’t settle on what exactly they were. It was on record that Fenris was, at least at one point, the Alliance’s top-secret dark project organization. They had never been officially sanctioned, but instead were created by top brass to pursue projects the public, and even their fellow officers, wouldn’t approve of. They received military discretionary funds, and very large amounts.<br><br>The word was that some years ago Fenris had gone rogue, under the leadership of whomever it was that had founded them in the first place. And yet, their cash flow was uninterrupted, and perhaps enhanced since then. Jeanette had never been convinced that they had truly broken off, and had instead made a show of it to save face for the Alliance once word got out of their existence. In their run-ins with Fenris during the <em>Monarch</em> Incident, there had been plenty of evidence that the Alliance hadn’t truly cut ties.<br><br>When the Cultivators had made themselves known shortly after Monarch had been defeated, Fenris had taken a special interest in studying and defeating them. More than once they had approached Jeanette looking for a partnership, but Jeanette, together with Admiral Hatchet, spurned their advances. Unfortunately, the admiralty excluding Hatchet had been more interested in taking the Cultivators down with raw force; the Eighth Fleet had been completely lost in the attempt. <br><br>Mr. Elusive was emphatic that if Jeanette had worked with him from the start, the fleet would still exist, and there would have been far fewer casualties. Jeanette hadn’t denied that it was possible, as her “dream team” stealth approach was almost exactly what Mr. Elusive had originally suggested. She was quite aware that Fenris had secretly enabled much of her success with their maneuverings, as well. They had never stopped pursuing her cooperation.<br><br>Jeanette was fairly well versed in Fenris’ dealings, but the three standing before her now were alien to her. Regarding them with a skeptical gaze, she pulled her Reckoner from her back, expanding it to full size. “I guess I don’t,” she said, noncommittally, looking to her allies and only receiving shrugs in return. “Never heard of you.”<br><br>The HUD that she, but not the player, saw pinged that she had gotten a message from Roxi. She couldn’t answer it now, which pained her a bit, and she hoped it wasn’t urgent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 00:16:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/303/0/9/profile_picture_by_ask_champion_red-d5jgzma.png)</div>". . ."Crimson heard all he needed to hear. The Jett Gang was doing soemthing with Spirit energy. From the mountain top, he saw where it went. It looked like it landed just east of Mount Lunar near Aqua City. He had been in there before. Some of teh most pwoerful Yokaimon in all of Kanto dwelled there<br>13 Mt. Moon - Pokémon Reorchestrated: Kanto Symphony (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXPRWvt96Dc#ws)<br>He Departed with haste, arriving to the caves entrance, he simply headed in. Crimson was trying to sense to the force that left a resonance at the sight of the incident. Deeper and deeper he walked with Pivolt and his currently out Dracoflare, his other companions would materialize at his will if he needed them. His path through the cave&nbsp; brought him to a stream or water he had never seen before in the cave, but it for sure lead deeper into it. Surfing on the back of Artiltle he went down the dark path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 04:26:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Payne1_zpsde90e142.jpg)</div><strong>-Mona Temple</strong><br><strong>-The Desktop</strong><br><br>"A-and then, that little Avatar kid was trying to sneak past the security point again and there was a huge commotion when th-those those PUNK kids from that Sky whatever game started taggin' everything! It was a madhouse, Detective, I swear! They... they had GUNS, too! They all came at us at once!"<br><br>Mona watched people stroll by as the security guard stammered out half-thruths to go along with his boring story. She quietly listened, sucking down nicotine, the cherry red end of her cigarette glowing each time she took a puff. Smoke escaped her lips with every exhale, curling into the air and wafting into the guard's face. He didn't mind. He knew better than to mind. It was like this most days for Mona. She'd put her skills to work outside her game as well, helping organize the Desktop's security force and keep the console safe from dangerous elements and hacking attempts. Real danger was rarely seen, but the security officers (especially this one here) loved to blow things out of proportion. Mostly because they'd never experienced actual danger, she suspected. <br><br>"S-so... what do you think?"<br><br>He must've finished his story while she was busy not paying attention. Mona dropped her cigarette and snuffed it out under her heel. She shifted her cold, even gaze to the guard.<br><br><strong>"I think you're wasting my goddamn time, Porkins. Why are you calling me and not doing your fucking job?"</strong><br><br>"I... I, ma'am.."<br><br>The guard stumbled over his own words again. Mona was an intimidating presence and she had a rather fierce reputation to go along with it. She didn't care to have her time wasted when there were other, better things to be doing. She turned to the guard, sliding her hands into her pockets. She'd dressed that day in her usual, a white long-sleeved dress shirt, black vest, black slacks. She wore her shoulder holster as usual, CZ-75 tucked into it's usual place. Over the outfit, she had on a black trench coat. She screamed 'Cop!' from head to toe, she knew. She liked the look, though.<br><br><strong>"Look, tubs, just keep this place orderly and neat. Play nice with people and maybe they'll play nice with you. You sure as hell don't have the stones to pull off the 'tough guy' routine. They're not gonna buy that shit. So, in the future, don't bother me with this crap. I have bigger problems. You keep it up an' I'm gonna have you followin' fucking Donkey Kong with a broom. Get me?"</strong><br><br>Mona didn't wait for a response. She turned and headed into the middle of the plaza, while sliding her notebook out of her coat pocket. Bigger fish to fry, indeed. Strange reports from all over the Desktop and a few games, too. People coming up missing. Something wasn't right. She knew something big was going to happen, but she didn't have a clue on where to start. She just needed one lead to follow..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 04:30:55</strong>
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				<strong>High Plains Drifter----</strong><br><br>"Cool your head, Marshall. I'll handle this." Jimmy said, as he walked over, half-remembered lessons learned on his Indian Grandmother's knee coming to his mind as he respectfully greeted Howling Wolf, and apologised for the Marshall's words, before directing them to the Conaway Farm that was a couple minutes ride away from the town. "They owe me a debt for saving their farm from bandits, so they'll take good care of your warriors, with only minimal griping." Jimmy spoke as he then whistled for his horse. "Marshall, I don't give a rat's ass what you may feel about this, but if this thing is as bad as it sounds, then the whole gorram Territory's gonna go to the Devil in a Handbasket, and we'll need all the help we can get to drive these guys out." he said, as he clambered onto his horse. "Somethin' ain't right here...." he said, mostly to himself, as he looked back at the saloon, where he saw the Town Doc coming in to tend to the injured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 04:51:52</strong>
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				<strong>Mass Impact</strong><br>After setting their weapons, the team was ready to fight the Fenrir agents.<br>The Player took control of Jeanette, her actions mirroring his choices.<br><br>In barely a flash of an instant M was on Lorena, hitting her with the force of a freight train with his psionic charge.<br>W used a barrier technique to protect his partner who was now in the middle of Jeanette's team and open to fire from Jeanette and Kark. Lorena was in danger now, he shields depleted and health dangerously low.<br><br>While her user was Good, the other player was better, seemingly one step ahead of Jeanette's user at every turn. Jeanette's user was too cautious, the other user's tecniques were far more risky but deadly when pulled off correctly, which few users could. Though some of the luck could be attributed to equipment, it seemed the enemies had access to equipment from one of the other DLCs still not owned by Jeanette's user.<br><br><strong>Sky King: BBB----</strong><br>"So you're the old game characters, I'd like to thank you for the territory, it's all ours now." The leader of the masked Gang said with a grin.<br>"That's what you think!" Margo shouted angrily.<br>"You're not familiar around here are you? You're newcomers, you're in OUR territory now!" James exclaimed.<br>"For now....but in time you'll see we're the betters." The leader of the masked gang replied.<br><br><strong>Zero-G Racing----</strong><br>Roxi could hear the haunting laughter as the dark figure vanished.<br>"A-are you alive?" Fergus asked, running to her side.<br>He helped her up when suddenly the room shook.<br>"We're taking fire!" He exclaimed, helping Roxi to the Cherry Bomb, "But this base is supposed to be secret!"<br>He hit the launch button as the wall exploded, the Hanger collapsing behind Roxi as her vehicle was flung out the exit door to the tunnels leading to the tracks.<br><br><strong>Yokaimon----</strong><br>"Human, have you come to capture me?" M-2 asked Crimson angrily.<br>He then loked at Pivolt, "Little one, why do you ally yourself with this human?" <br><br>M-2 was about 4 ft. tall, humanoid in size and shape aside from the armor covering his body which was held together by mechanical joints and tubes the Spirit energy flowed through.<br><br>"You! How dare you show yourself in this cave monster!" A familiar voice suddenly shouted. It was Cobalt.<br>Crimson would remember his last confrontation with Cobalt, Cobalt had seemed to believe his Rattrap was killed by Pivolt, when in truth it was the doing of the Jett Gang. <br>"Monster? I am not the one who willingly enslaves beings whom you see yourself as superior to." M-2 stated.<br>"You have him! I know it!" Cobalt shouted angrily.<br>"Have who?" M-2 asked.<br>"My Rattrap!" Cobalt hissed, "don't play dumb with me!" <br>"I have nothing...I left it all behind when I escaped the laboratory." M-2 stated.<br>"Your energy...you can't fool me....The Jett Gang used Spirit energy from fallen Yokaimon to create you!" Cobalt shouted.<br>"So...that's what I am...." M-2 stated, ignoring Cobalt.<br>"Don't ignore me!" Cobalt hissed angrily. "Gyrodragon! Attack!"<br>The Large snakelike dragon appeared from one of Cobalt's summoning orbs. Biting down over M-2's body. The size of Gyrodragon's mouth could fit completely over M-2 who held it open as it clamped down on him. He effortlessly threw it to the side.<br>"I don't wish to fight! Stay back!" M-2 begged.<br>"You dont get to choose!" Cobalt hissed angrily.<br><br><strong>High Plains Drifter----</strong><br>"We only need the land to set up our tents, my tribe thanks you." Howling Wolf said with kind smile.<br>He took the lead, 3 Indian scouts followed along with the Sheriff and James, the Deputy and one of the watchmen also came from the town to observe the strange occurances.<br><br>Howling Wolf led them up the Mesa to where they would watch.<br>Below was an army of dark creatures. Nothing like anyone had seem before. They were pitch black with glowing yellow eyes. They walked on 2 legs but still seemed more animal than human. Their shreiks were haunting in the night.<br>"My God...." The Sheriff Gasped.<br>"Our people only know of benevolent spirits.....these spirits give off an energy that is pure evil....." Howling Wolf Stated.<br><br><strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>"So the attack on Bad-Anon was a mere distraction..." Seraph stated as he wheeled up to Mona.<br>"You're not in your game.....then again, neither am I."<br><br>Seraph was well known around the Desktop, he was a 3 time villain and imprisoned for 2 of them. It wasn't until the third game that he was allowed to roam the desktop without being considered a threat. One would be wise to use caution around him, but his current form rendered him almost harmless. His body was little more than a whithered shell, bound to a wheelchair.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 20:06:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Jupiter Jump, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Roxi rubbed her head as Fergus helped her to her feet, "I'd be a lot better if you hadn't shot me," she explained, wincing as the man dragged her into her garage, the wound in her shoulder screaming at her, sending waves of pain through her body. The whole place was shaking around them, gunfire ratting, explosions booming. She couldn't see who was attacking, too much smoke and dust in the way. She could only make out a few of the other racers and some NPC's, scrambling for shelter in their garages or bolting for the exit. Everyone was in a panic. <br><br>Roxi was leaning against CherryBomb when everything started to collapse, the big dome buckling and sending massive sections of the ceiling spiraling down. Her eyes darted to Fergus and she saw he was running to hit the launch button. Her eyes widened and she lept into her vehicle seconds before the exit tunnel opened up and CherryBomb dropped through. Lights flashed by her ride as she scrambled to fire up the engines before she slammed into the ground. <br><br>The racer dropped into the practice race on Jupiter, managing to just kick on the engines moments before smashing into the ground. She found herself sitting at the start line of the course. Since the race had already started, it was deserted, the lone positive in this entire situation. At least she didn't land on someone. Her wound throbbed again, causing her to grit her teeth and lean back in her seat, hand clutching at it. She tapped the one-to-one that Jeanette had given her again, "Jeanette... help! I... I don't know what's going on! Someone attacked the game itself, everything is falling apart! I... I saw... I saw someone..." she swallowed, deciding to omit that what she saw was Jeanette herself, "..someone in black armor. You're in danger, Jeanette! Please.. be careful..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 20:20:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Payne1_zpsde90e142.jpg)</div><strong>-Mona Temple</strong><br><strong>-The Desktop</strong><br><br><strong>"Some of us are very busy. Then again, I wouldn't be here if our stellar security force wouldn't call me over every little thing."</strong> Mona muttered to Seraph, her eyes going to her phone to check the time. The Player was in a multiplayer game. He'd be at least another twenty minutes. Longer, if he won. She had time. Her eyes flicked to the wheelchair-bound villain for a moment. She didn't know Seraph personally, only knew of his record and history. Multiple offender. Repentant, or so he said. She didn't trust him. Then again, who DID she trust? <br><br><strong>"If you hear anything, report it,"</strong> Mona said.<br><br>She walked away without waiting for a response, the Detective heading back to her game world. She needed to visit her office and see if she could come up with any leads. Maybe if she gathered up all the information she had and looked at it all together something would jump out. Some kind of link, some connection between attackers or victims or places. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 21:24:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Maxilos Arena, Mass Impact</strong><br><br>Lorena staggered backward, surprised by the sudden strike. Despite looking fragile, she was in fact incredibly resilient; her people had centuries ago lost the distinction between organic and synthetic, becoming a hybrid, synthesized race. Being made of many implants, muscle weaves, and other technology, she could more than take a hit. She didn’t broadcast this, of course, encouraging people to underestimate her. However, the raw mass and velocity of M was more than enough to toss her backward into the wall, where she managed to perch for a moment before dropping to her feet, but her barrier flickered erratically, struggling to come back up.<br><br>Kark was having none of that. He countered M’s charge with his own rage-fueled answer, furious at seeing his favorite violet doll thrown about. M was big and powerful, but Kark doubly so. Mere moments after M smashed into Lorena, Kark smashed into M, the shockwave so powerful that Jeanette staggered several meters away. M flew head over heels to the other side of the room. <br><br>As Jeanette recovered from the surprise and her stumble, she scrambled for cover as the black-armored one lined up a shot. It was too late. A charged blast hurtled over the low cover, pinging Jeanette right in the head, laying her out flat on the ground, dazed but uninjured thanks to her very strong shields. Lorena psionically lifted her back to her feet and into cover, then took cover next to her.<br><br>“These guys aren’t messing around,” she said breathlessly, looking worried. “…and it looks like we already lost Kark.” The dinosaur of a man had already bore down on M, trying and partially succeeding to crush him. Kark had lost most of his sense of reason and awareness, however, so while M was unable to stop him, Kark completely failed to notice the gray-armored one sneaking up on him with a stun rod. Temporarily immobilized, the two Fenris operatives got their footing back and started to harry him with attacks.<br><br>Jeanette’s messenger pinged again just long enough to distract her from the hand reaching over their cover. She was lifted up and over, and slammed to the ground, shocked to see the black one had somehow gotten up to them without making any kind of noise, and was now bringing a flash-blade down at her neck. Thinking quickly, Jeanette burst her shields, throwing the black one off of her, but not very far thanks to his own shields protecting him.<br><br>“Not bad,” said the growly voice, appreciative. “Not good enough, though.” He broke into an unnaturally fast run, boots clomping down on the metal floor, catching Jeanette with his shoulder as she was rising and tackling her. Not bothering with flash-blades or weapons, he started punching her in classic ground-fighting style. Shields could do nothing against that, and they hadn’t recharged anyway. Unable to quickly respond, Jeanette busied herself with blocking him.<br><br>Suddenly he was getting electrocuted as Lorena’s tech tentacles burst from her forearm and wrapped around the agent. Jeanette slid out from under him, and only just in time; the man was not as phased by the electricity as he should have been. Grabbing the tendrils and using them to throw Lorena into the fray with Kark, who was having a hard time.<br><br>“Now that the trash is taken out, let’s go, Gagarin.” She could hear him smiling violently. Jeanette had a lot to say, but instead charged her gauntlets with psionic power as they rushed toward each other. There was no question that she was faster than him, and her technique was better, but it seemed like each blow glanced off him. Was his armor that much stronger? Did he have some kind of invisible damage reduction? He laughed when she connected, simply powering through and returning her blows, twice as strong.<br><br>The arena buzzed twice in quick succession; Kark and Lorena were down. The other two Fenris agents closed in on the brawling soldiers. Jeanette kept losing ground as her enemy lorded his power over her, seemingly having had enough of her attempts and now ducking and weaving in ways he hadn’t bothered to earlier. Her shields hadn’t been up in a long time, now.<br><br>Feeling closed in, she charged her boots with psionics and fired herself backward, away from her enemy. It was three on one, her allies weren’t getting up anytime soon, and the other two Fenris guys didn’t look nearly as much worse for the wear as they should have been. She was simply outgeared.<br><br>The big one approached first and brandished a whip. He expertly cracked it at her, but she caught it and backfed it with both psionic and tech power. The handle exploded in his hand and he was thrown to the ground, armor charred. “The fuck?!” He couldn’t believe what had just happened.<br><br>It didn’t matter. The black one had used that time to cloak, get behind her, and give her the courtesy of whispering “Goodnight,” before everything went dark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hippyness</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 02:45:21</strong>
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				Dillon exploded onto the scene, finally catching up to the other PCs and the new gang. Apparently the new DLC wasn't going to hold anyone back.<br><br>"Whoa, dude. You must be the new dawgs." Dillon crossed in front of the leader of the masked gang, rolling on a back wheel and continuing backwards down the street. "Something to note, man, like we're the PCs. We totally like always stomp. It's nothing personal, yeah get? No reason for hostilities." Dillon raised his hands in a show of surrender.<br><br>"Besides, with faces like that you chumps ain't got a shot." Both of Dillon's hands switched from surrender to full birdie salute.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 05:30:51</strong>
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				Kenji mura had the most wonder date in his life, granted it was the only one but he very much had enjoyed his time with Yumi. He was in the desktop when he noticed that odd things were going down. He wasn't sure about any of it but he kept his eyes open as he was unsure as to what was going down. Still he had a feeling what the intercom was saying wasn't anything good at all. He could see what looked like worry on people's face as he stood there quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 19:17:29</strong>
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				<strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>Suddenly everything went dark. The power gave a slight flicker before everyone could see again.<br>"Nothing to worry about folks, the power was just shut off to the console without the proper shutdown procedures." One of the security guards announced to reduce the panic that was starting to form.<br><br>As she headed back to her Game Mona would notice a posse of the remaining guards forming around Mass Impact, something was going on there, and if she wanted leads, that would be the place to find them.<br><br><strong>Mass Impact----</strong><br>Jeannette would find herself back in the cabin of her ship. "It seems the console just shut off suddenly. The game wasn't saved properly. We're recieving strange reports from many of the other games." Flight Leiutenant Jack Spade stated over the intercom. The ship suddenly shook slightly as a Quantum shift went off nearby, it had to have come from something large for them to be able to feel the shift. "It's Admiral Hatchet's ship ma'am, he's requesting to come aboard."<br><br><strong>Sky King: BBB</strong><br>As the wedding ended someone signaled from the church tower and the Gorilla Gang Vanished.<br>"Just like Obediant puppies..." Margo retorted.<br>"There's something fishy going on here....." James replied
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 20:27:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Alliance Stealth Frigate <em>Caen</em>, Mass Impact</strong><br><br>“Fine, fine, let him on board,” Jeanette said distractedly. Her head was buzzing from the battle, both from physical exhaustion and confused anger at being beaten so soundly. While waiting for Hatchet, she checked her messages, and was horrified by what she found. She immediately triggered the direct connection since the console was offline. “Roxi! Rox, are you alright?” She couldn’t get any telemetry from the comm device when they were in different games, so she could only wait and hope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 20:52:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Payne1_zpsde90e142.jpg)</div><strong>-Mona Temple</strong><br><strong>-The Desktop</strong><br><br>Mona glanced up as the lights went out for that brief moment. A blackout? A shutdown. It had been a long time since that had happened. She figured the Player must've shut it down in frustration. That happened from time to time. It usually wasn't a big deal. This time, however, things felt different. A crowd of guards gathered around Mass Impact, the game that had been played when the console was shutdown. She slid another cigarette out of her pocket and lit it up with a flick of her silver lighter. Smoke curled away as she moved through the crowd, pushing aside people as she needed to.<br><br><strong>"Detective Temple. One side, please,"</strong> she announced to those in her way.<br><br>Mona reached the front of the crowd and pulled aside one of the officers. <strong>"Keep this locked down until I get back. Don't let anyone in. Anyone who comes out, hold them here until I return." </strong><br><br>And so, weapon drawn, Mona stepped into Mass Impact. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 20:58:14</strong>
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				Crimson stared down M-2, tryign to determine its true intentions when it addressed Pivolt, "volt, volt!Pivo, pi pi, piiivolt" The rodent Yokaimon attempted to explain to the mysterious entity taht ever sicne they met in the forest, they had eben friends, that of anyone hes encountered, Crimson is the strongest and most caring of all the Yokaimon tamers in the world.<br><br>Crimson then turned at the sound of Cobalt. He was still going on about the death of his Rattrap. Crimson's eyes went wide at the revelation, however, that this creature was made from the combination of Spirit energies. For the longest time Crmson was under the impression that he was responsible for Rattrap's death, thinking his Yokaimon on the SS Annie had over powered Cobalt's Rattrap to such a degree that he could no bring it to the Yokaimon temple for revival "So that's why they wanted Pivolt so bad.."<br><br>While he was still thinking on this revelation, Cobalt continued to attack, despite him saying that he did not want to fight. Pivolt would fire a bolt of lightning between the feuding Yokaimon. "That was always the difference between you and I Cobalt..You kept going..striving to be the best because you felt you had to, it was an unspoken obligation. I came, saw, and conquered the Kanto region because I chose to, I went at my own pace. I bested you at every turn, and always will, because I chose to. Right now, is not a time to fight. We need answers right now.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 20:58:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Jupiter Jump, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Roxi was startled into consciousness by the sound of the one-to-one communicator beeping at her and Jeanette's voice coming through. Her ride side was smeared with blood, as was the side of her cockpit. As much as she hated that Fergus had accidentally shot her, he did probably save her life.. and was most likely dead himself. Roxi picked up the communicator and pressed the button, her voice coming through a little weak.<br><br>"Jeanette? Thank God you're okay... I... I'm fine. A little dizzy. Took a little shot to the arm." She coughed. "Mm, I passed out a bit. Need to get some medical attention. The whole arena is... gone... I think. Someone attacked us, everything was crumbling when I escaped. I saw... things. Someone put visions in my head. Nightmares. I saw... someone that looked like you in black armor, shooting... you." She sighed, "But I'm glad you're okay, Jeanette... you have no idea how much better it makes me feel to hear your voice again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 22:00:54</strong>
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				<strong>Yokaimon----</strong><br>"I...have my answers!" Cobalt hissed.<br>He was about to summon another Yokaimon when the console's power went out. Being in a cave it was hard to tell what was going on outside but the artificial lighting did flicker. M-2 himself actually flickered as well, his code showing signs of a small glitch.<br>He looked at Cobalt and Crimson a bit shocked. <br>"I wont find my answers here....nor will you, what we seek is far beyond the 4 of us standing here......and even beyond the expanse of this very world." M-2 then flew into the air, suddenly vanishing.<br>"Pops (What Cobalt calls Oakmage) was able to attune his Yokaidex to the individual energies in the explosion, it seems that thing is made up of many of the kidnapped Yokaimon the Jett Gang has taken over the years...they....had a sleeper agent posing as a nurse....she took my Rattrap and used it to create that monstrosity....for his sake, if I can't defeat you, then I HAVE to defeat that thing." Cobalt said shakily. "But as much as I hate to admit it, I'll need your help, and your little rat." Cobalt tried insulting Pivolt in his typical fashion but it was almost too hard to do in his current state. He had a reputation to keep and it sure seemed like he was doing a poor job of it at the moment.<br>Suddenly Cobalt recieved a message from Oakmage.<br>"The console was shut down, something bad is going on outside out game it seems."<br>"Was that what Jett Gang's monster was referring to?" Cobalt asked.<br>"What? Wait, did you actually confront that thing?" Are you ok?" Oakmage asked.<br>"Yeah, and I actually ran into the twerp too!" Cobalt replied.<br>"I figured you would both end up following that thing..." Oakmage stated.<br>"Well, gotta run, rather not have you cramping my style. Dont get beat unless it's by me, smell ya later." Cobalt said to Crimson oddly popping back to his usual obnoxious self before heading to the cave exit. "I'll let you know if I see that Jett Gang freakshow again."<br>His exit was an attempt to stick with his reputation, but in truth Cobalt was worried about what their master had said, he wanted to get home promptly just in case they had a dangerous situation on their hands.<br><br><strong>Mass Impact----</strong><br>The Guards and Mona joined an older man aboard a massive spaceship, the man was likely in his 50's. His face was scarred and showed clear signs of battle wear.<br>To most he was a rather imposing figure who's posture and stance rang of authority. And yet, despite his age he seemed like he could probably kick the asses of almost any young buck who made the mistake of taking him on. But his face also showed signs of a much gentler being, one who would lay down his life for any of his soldiers, a man who could dish out punishment when need be but also offer kind words of encouragement to his troops. This was Admiral Hatchet.<br>"We've picked up on intruder who snuck into this game unautohrized. I set up a meeting with the game's main character so we can get to the bottom of this. So far there have been no signs of gameplay interferance, but game-jumping during gameplay is STILL a serious offense."<br><br>The Petty Officer guarding May had to crouch down to hold her cuffed hands so she wouldn't run away. She continued to struggle but to no avail. <br>The Admiral led the investigation team through the airlock which was attached to Jeanette's ship.<br>"Admiral on Deck!" one of the officers announced as he boarded. Everyone turned and saluted the Admiral, at least the humans did, and a few of the aliens who studied human customs.<br>"Carry On." the Admiral stated with a return salute.<br><br>Now the Admiral looked at Jeanette, his stern gaze almost burning right through her.<br>"We recieved word of intruders in your game, we picked up this one looking lost trying to find you, any idea who she is?" he motioned towards May.<br>"I told you! big guy in black armor!" May exclaimed before her guard hushed her.<br><br><strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>Kenji would notice Seraph make his way towards the prison where some of the most dangerous game villains were held.<br><br><strong>Sky King BBB:---</strong><br>As the artificial environment flickered the gangs could tell something was REALLY odd.<br>James, Margo, and Raphael made their way towards the exit only to find it boarded up and blocked. A sign read "As punishment for recent acts of vandalism, characters will not be allowed to leave this game until they learn to clean up their acts." - Sky King<br>James slammed his hoverboard into one of the wood planks only to hit a concrete block.<br>"What?! Th-they can't do this!" he exclaimed.<br>"They just did, and I intend to find out why!" Margo exclaimed as she skated towards the town square and the Capitol building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 22:34:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Alliance Stealth Frigate <em>Caen</em>, Mass Impact</strong><br><br>“Crumbling? Visions?” None of it made any sense, but she didn’t have much time to think about it at the moment. Another her shooting herself was bizarre to say the least. “Honey, I’ll come find you as soon as I can. The admiral might know something about this, and...” <br><br>Jeanette gave Mona a curt but friendly nod. The two were old acquaintances, going back to the start of this console generation. Mona was the kind of hard-nosed at-any-cost personality that Jeanette sometimes wished she was capable of. She was never sure if it was the player’s choices in Mass Impact that had formed her this way, or if it was natural. It was certainly <em>possible</em> to play the games differently, but Jeanette had never experienced it that way. Mona, on the other hand, had seen the worst and survived. They had worked together in the past and had developed a hearty mutual respect.<br><br>Besides that, Mona might have been an even better shot than Jeanette, though the marine would probably never admit to that.<br><br>“Just hang on and don’t die. I’ll be there as soon as I can, baby.” The pain of being unable to rush to her side bled into her voice before she cut the comm, saluting the admiral. “Sir. Welcome to the <em>Caen.</em>” Looking at the girl with a sympathetic eye, she remembered the tussle on the desktop earlier. “Yes sir. That’s one of the avatars.”<br><br>Kneeling in front of May, she put on her best talking-to-kids voice. “How big was the guy in black armor? Was he as big as me, or bigger? I just fought a strange man in black armor, and he was the same height as me.” Something about that nagged her, maybe something Roxi had said, but she pushed it aside for the moment. “If he was bigger than me, then I haven’t seen him…”<br><br>Standing again, she met Hatchet’s gaze. “My… uh… friend in Zero-G says someone attacked their game, Admiral. Could this all have happened at once by chance? Something’s very wrong here.” She gritted her teeth as she followed up, “and some jackass from the new DLC beat me in the arena.” The pilot laughed over the comm. “That’s probably the weirdest thing yet!”<br><br>“Stow it, Spade!” His confirmation was a laugh that cut off suddenly when he silenced the comm.<br><br>“Colonel,” called a soothing female voice. A small holographic woman popped out of the CIC’s central console. She was a cool cerulean, and appeared to be wearing a lab coat and thick-rimmed glasses, with a long ponytail. It was BIONA, short for Bio-Neural Ancillary, the <em>Caen’s</em> integrated intelligence construct. “I have analyzed the data from your recent battle, and have some interesting results for you. Your mystery opponent displayed techniques and reaction times very similar to yours during heavy armor training. I can state with at least ninety-four percent certainty that he has undergone that same training. He may be a former agent of A6, and is of comparable performance to yourself. There is no question that he was better armed than you.” She pushed up her glasses with a finger. “Don’t feel too bad, Colonel. You’re still the best soldier in the Alliance.” The snarky AI smirked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hippyness</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 22:57:53</strong>
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				"That's totally bogus. If we can't leave, like what are we going to do when the game's all blackness, man." Dillon leaned against the boarded over exit. Something has going wrong. Margo was right but talking to the Sky King probably wouldn't change anything. Dillon pressed against the coded wall, feeling it push back. It might be textured like a wall of planks but it was solid and wouldn't let anyone through. With a flick of his wrist, Dillon pulled a spray can from his backpack.<br><br>Sure there were other accessories he could be wearing, the iFocus increased tricking, the B-Line Beanie boosted speed, but the Bag it and Tag it increased paint speed and paint can damage. With little thought, Dillon spray painted his logo across the new wall, being the first to bomb such a cherry wall. The image became the outline of a crow's head and beak against a green background. He then signed CROW under it in scrawling jagged letters. Everyone else has skated off, following Margo but Dillon looked at the tag proudly. It said fuck you to just the right people.<br><br>Dillon kept the spray can in hand, trouble was coming and it was going to be fresh air to the stagnate game. He followed after the rest, playing catch up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 23:53:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Payne1_zpsde90e142.jpg)</div><strong>-Mona Temple</strong><br><strong>-Mass Impact</strong><br><br>Mona strolled onto the Caen, flanked by two security officers she didn't recall inviting along. Ah, well. She could always put them on Bad-Anon security later as punishment. Listening to those self-help speeches for eight hours straight would set them right again. The detective put her weapon away when she didn't see any apparent danger. The Avatar was cuffed. That was odd. Perhaps her sneaking in is what caused the brief power outage? Possible. It didn't explain the other problems, though. Mona listened to Jeanette's story, nodding and making a mental note to visit that other game later. First thing was first, though.<br><br><strong>"Everyone, shut up. Is this really how you do things up here? Cuffing children?"</strong> Mona cut herself off before she started cursing. She moved to where the petty officer had the girl cuffed, shot him a testicle-shriveling glare that made him back off and start re-considering his career choices, and knelt down to uncuff May. The detective stayed kneeling to keep at the little girl's height. There might be something here, she figured. May always tried to game jump but was never successful. The security force would need ANOTHER talking to, it seemed. Still, it must've been really important if the kid had tried hard enough to get into Mass Impact. So, Mona drew out her notepad and pen.<br><br><strong>"What man in black armor, May? Tell me everything. What did you see?"</strong><br><br><br><br>-------<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/circle-01_zps13f1ef39.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Jupiter Jump, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Roxi sighed softly and pulled her hands away from her wound, fingers sticky with blood. She gritted her teeth to bite back the pain and started up the CherryBomb, flicking switches across the cockpit. The engines whined and then roared to life. The starting line was abandoned, there would be no medical facilities until the end of the race. Normally, someone would come out to get her if her vehicle had crashed or there had been an accident, but since she wasn't registered for this race, nobody actually knew she was here and even if they did, one had to register to be linked into the rescue system. It was designed to keep random racers from abusing the Medi-Bot services. <br><br>Left with little choice, Roxi threw the racer into gear and started down the track as fast as she could. The aptly named Jupiter Jump was filled with numerous gaps and ramps that forced racers to go at top speed the entire way, lest they fail to have enough speed to cross the chasms. Speed wasn't the problem. Landing from those jumps was the problem. This was going to hurt. A lot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 00:07:36</strong>
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				Kanji saw that power came on for a moment and knew that it was time to get way from this crazy place. He would have to come though here to visit yumi's world as he had promised, but that wasn't now. He slipped to the entrance to his game for a moment before slipping back into his world or he would of if the door worked but it didn't and he was stuck on the desktop. He let out a sigh as he sat and started to quietly meditate on the ground trying to focus his mind as best as he could before trying the door and ending up back in his world.<br><br>Once in his world something seemed rather off, he could figure it out but something seemed different but he couldn't put his finger on just what the heck it was. He stood there calmly trying to think before he moved to a spot and looked over the area that was around the door. What was happening, why did e everything&nbsp; just seem just so off to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 00:47:21</strong>
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				<strong>--High Plains Drifter--</strong><br><br>With a soft grunt, Jimmy laid down flat on his belly and peered down at the seething morass of figures through a pair of binoculars. "You're not jokin' there, Howling Wolf." he muttered. "I haven't felt anything this evil in a long, long time..." he said in a softer voice, before looking up at the Indian Chief and at the Sherriff. "Sherriff, do you know if the Army are still operating out of Fort Macallister?" he asked. "If they are, tell the women and children to make for there; they should be safe there from these... things..." he then rose to a kneeling position as he planned out his next move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 01:14:27</strong>
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				Crimson watched at the console went off, as then quickly the all too familiar feeling returned. Cobalt left, so did this..M-2. He was all alone once more, only pivolt left with him now. Pivolt knew how he was feeling, there was only so much that a Yokaimon can do for someone. While they were still the best of friends, he needed a real companion. Crimson continued wandering the dark cave, like it was some fate he was condemned to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 02:28:05</strong>
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				<strong>Sky King: BBB----</strong><br>"Clean it up." A voice suddenly said, it was the leader of the Gorilla Gang.<br>Dillon found himself being knocked off balance as he slammed into the big, burly member standing to the side of the leader.<br>"Make him lacky!" Margo retorted.<br>"What did you say to us?!" growled the tall, skinny one opposite of the burly member.<br>"She said, make us, this is a free game, and you dont seem to understand the mechanics!" Raphael replied.<br>"Well, it says sky, KING, I was assuming that the king made the rules, and he says he wants this place clean." the leader said.<br>"The sky king never cared before." Margo replied.<br>"And that's why your game was going to get deleted....old blood, your king needed a fresh perspective." the leader retorted.<br>"So he married some tramp who probably didn't even grow up here!" Margo hissed.<br>Suddenly the leader slapped Margo. "You WON'T refer to the Queen as a tramp!" he growled.<br><br><strong>Mass Impact----</strong><br>"The Coming from another console it is near impossible to tell who exactly they are, they are very well characters who were downloaded by the other player but not to this console. But if they're from Fenrir it is very likely that they're Black-Ops gone rogue, and unfortunately many soldiers in the A6 program went Black-Ops." The Admiral Stated. "I could have my people send you a list."<br><br>May was just happy to have someone finally listen to her. "He was big, carried a large sword, his armor had scary faces on it. Earlier he walked past and said something like...Destiny...it was really scary, I was with a man from Yokaimon and another from High Plains Drifter at the time, they saw him too. I saw him entering Mass Impact so I followed him, I wanted to warn the people inside in case he was dangerous!" May exclaimed.<br>"And where was security?" the Admiral asked, looking at the Guards with Mona.<br>"There were reports of occurances everywhere....w-we only had one guard blocking your game..." The Guard stammered.<br>"And the big guy killed him.....turned him into some kind of.....monster with glowing yellow eyes." May added<br>"Unacceptable" Hatchet stated angrily.<br>"Yellow eyes......it can't.....Crowley, he's from the game Pitch Black, but he's.......no.......the prison!" The Guard gasped. He got on his comm suddenly. "I need all officers to the prison! Now!"<br><br><strong>High Plains Drifter----</strong><br>"Yes, they're still up there fighting indians I believe....not sure if they know about this mess." the Sheriff stated.<br>Howling Wolf looked up at the sky as the artificial environment glitched. "The Console is shut off, we could ask around the desktop, perhaps these events are not unique to our world. Sheriff, get your people to safety, I'll see to mine, and hope we can negotiate peace between our people at the fort. Mr. Copper, meet us there once you've spoken with console security."<br><br><strong>King of the Ring----</strong><br>As a fighting game there was less panic than many other places on the desktop. But that's not to say things were fine.<br>There was smoke coming from the houses near the river. If he looked down he would see glowing yellow eyes apearing in the shadows cast by the objects around him. Suddenly his own shadow rose up and stood in front of him. "What do you fear?" it asked before giving a sinister laugh. It had Kenji's voice but slightly distorted with echoes.<br><br><strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>Seraph made his way to the prison. <br>Smoke plumes were coming out of the roof, already a bad sign.<br>"Stay back Villain!" one of the security guards ordered.<br>"I know the danger more than you realize! I need to go in!" Seraph replied.<br>"I'm sorry but....." Seraph and the guard were both hit in the chest with powerful flames.<br>An evil laugh echoed from inside the prison.<br>"My my, you've gotten old my friend, the years haven't treated you well, but they've been GREAT to me!" Hades exclaimed. "I'd kill you where you stand but it's much more fun to watch you suffer as I kill everything you've ever loved." Repelling the security, Hades made his way towards Dire Destinies VII.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 02:48:46</strong>
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				<strong>--High Plains Drifter--</strong><br><br>"You got it." Jimmy said, getting back up to his feet and pulling out his revolver as he clambered up onto his horse. "Y'all keep ya ears and eyes open on this, ya hear!" he called "I'll be back as soon as I can. HYAH!" he cracked the reins and after a few seconds was galloping away from the ravine and to the nearest access point to the Console Desktop; a train station just outside the town he'd been at earlier. "C'mon Betsy, let's get plenty of trail under your hooves!" he said&nbsp; to his horse, a fine Kentucky Saddler mare, as they highballed down the road to the train station. It didn't take him long to arrive at the station, and when he arrived, he shouted to one of the telegraph boys to tend to Betsy, as he vaulted off her and hustled out through the gateway to the desktop. <br><br><strong>Desktop</strong><br>"Scuse me, folks, comin' through!" he called as he ran past the 'customs post', and sprinted towards the security kiosk. "Pardon me, ma'am, but I gots me one heck of an emergency ta report!" he said, as he accidently knocked someone over in his haste and hurry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 03:07:32</strong>
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				Kanji blinked as he heard the words come from the voice it was a copy of his own just evil. He blinked as he felt like falling over and throwing up. His greatest fear was the darkness within himself. In the series many villains had tried to unlock it but none were successful at this task. Yet her was a voice and he was sure in somehow leaving he enabled for the creation for his evil side forming into its own character. He looked at his shadow as it turned to his dark side character whom players had wanted as dock for a while. "Leave this place leave the people alone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 03:12:50</strong>
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				Pivolt wasn't about to stand by and watch Crimson do this to himself again. Pivolt hit the gateway to the desktop, jumping off Crimson's shoulders and sprinting though into the crowds on the desktop. "Pivolt! what are you- come back!" Trying to keep his eyes on Pivolt, he quite possibly running straight into someone among all the chaos. Pivolt in the mean time was looking for someone that he thought may take kindly to Crimson, and snap this depressing streak of loneliness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 02:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Payne1_zpsde90e142.jpg)</div><strong>-Mona Temple</strong><br><strong>-Mass Impact</strong><br><br>Mona nodded and wrote down what May was saying. This was getting stranger by the moment. Attacks on different games, strange sightings all over. It was obviously the work of a group and not an individual. The attacks were made to look random, but she suspected they were anything but. After writing down what May had to say, she stood up and managed to snatch the radio from the guard that was giving the order.<br><br><strong>"This is Mona Temple, ignore that last order. Two groups to the prison, no more than that. Call in any off-duty security personnel to go and fill up those spots. Everyone else, stay at your posts. I want the games as secure as possible. Detain anyone suspicious."</strong> She shoved the radio back into the guard's hands and pointed at him, <strong>"When I'm here, I'm in charge. Can you process that? Now put out an APB for the man the little girl described and keep everyone at their posts like I ordered. If the prison attack is a distraction then moving all the guards is exactly what they want."</strong><br><br><strong>"I'm going to the prison,"</strong> Mona said, <strong>"hopefully we can put a stop to this before it's too late."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hippyness</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 03:08:16</strong>
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				The spray can was out of Dillon's hand before he thought about it. The tumbled end over end and collided with the leader of the Gorilla gang in a puff cloud of green paint. Another can was in his hand and with a small jump Dillon pulled a three sixty spin, backhanding the big guy he had run into. The backhanding didn't go as planned and Dillon let out a yelp of pain and kicked his way backwards. Holding his hand in his other, Dillon kept his eyes on the new gang.<br><br>"I guess that makes you dudes, like totally, her flying monkeys?" Dillon tossed another spray can at the leader but it sailed wide and exploded blue paint into the middle of the street. He kept the next can close, ready for retaliation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 18:29:05</strong>
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				<strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>"Emergency? We've got one coming in from every game almost sir. The woman at the kiosk stated. All personel are busy....." Suddenly she recieved Mona's orders over her Radio.<br><br>Unfortunately for Pivolt he ran into a massive Dragon who had just burst from the prison. This was not far from James who was in clear view of the chaos going down.<br>"No, No No! this REALLY is not my day!" Jinx groaned as she used her powers to levitate a trashcan lid which she rode on top of, forming a distraction to keep the Dragon away from the Avatar building.<br><br>Admiral Hatchet followed the others out of Mass Impact. "My home!" May gasped, escaping from the guards and running towards where the Dragon was trashing the place.<br>"It looks like we were too late, 167th platoon, I need you to make your way to the Desktop Prison, 99th will guard the world exit, make sure nobody leaves or enters without being I.D'd" Hatchet ordered over his own Radio. "As a military game I can use our troops to supplement security forces." He said looking at Mona<br><br><strong>King of the Ring----</strong><br>"Leave the people alone? This is our world now friend, for too long we've been cast aside, forced to hide in the shadows, denied our freedom, the time has come to take our world back!" The evil Kenji hissed.<br><br><strong>Sky King:BBB----</strong><br>The leader of the Gorilla Gang laughed. "We know our place, it's best if you learn yours!"<br>"So what's the plan now?" Margo whispered.<br>"I dunno, but we have to get this game open to the desktop again." James whispered in response.<br><br>Suddenly the large jumbotron in the town quare came to life. It was a message from the Sky King Himself.<br>"Citizens, I'm sure you're wondering why the exit has been closed, I'm doing this for your own good." he stated.<br>"Own Good?! Yeah Right!" Margo exclaimed but to no avail since the message was a recording, not a live feed.<br>"As you may not have heard, danger is striking the desktop right now, an evil that is harming every game in the console, I have taken measures to protect you, to keep this game from being infiltrated by the invaders, you should be thanking me."<br>"Like Hell! You're just setting us up to be trapped! for all we know you're working with those invaders!" James shouted.<br>"Invaders is right! they came in with the DLC!" Margo exclaimed, suddenly attacking the leader of the Gorilla Gang.<br>as his mask fell of his face, she could see his true form. He had vaguely human features sporting hair that twisted and writhed more like tentacles, his mouth beneath humanoid lips was a round twisting spiral full of razor-sharp teeth. His skin was pitch-black and he had glowing, yellow eyes.<br>"What do you fear?" he asked with a sinister laugh. Suddenly stabbing her in the chest. <br>"Margo!" James screamed angrily. But Raphael held him back, knowing he'd only get killed too if he ran to fight.<br>The blade turned Margo's body pitch black like the monster. "I...can't...fight it..." she gasped.<br>"Th-this is so wrong..." Raphael gasped as Margo became one of the monsters.<br><br><strong>Zero-G Racing----</strong><br>It took some time before Roxi was within any kind of range that would make her noticable to Racers, Medics, or anyone else remaining as part of the race. Suddenly she could spot 3 machine turret mechs headed in her direction.<br>Nick's Racer came into view now too and fired on the mechs. 2 of them attacked Nick but the third continued to pursue Roxi.<br>It fired a Rocket, hitting the Cherry Bomb on one of the larger Jumps, causing it to miss the edge and fall down the cliff below.<br>Above Roxi could see a large explosion and Nick's racer come flying down the side of the cliff.<br>"Fergus told me you were out here! They've killed everyone else and they're trying to get us too!" Nick exclaimed over the Radio.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 19:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Payne1_zpsde90e142.jpg)</div><strong>-Mona Temple</strong><br><strong>-The Desktop, Gygax Prison</strong><br><br>Mona was quick to grab May's arm before she ran off, the detective pulling her back and warning her, <strong>"Don't run off. Stay here with the security force. It's too dangerous for you out there, kiddo. Don't worry, we'll stop 'em."</strong><br><br>When the Admiral offers help, Mona rises and nods, glancing over her shoulder at him, <strong>"Do it. The security force can't handle that dragon, but I bet your soldiers have the firepower to subdue it. Get them out here as fast as you can and have them concentrate fire on it. I'll work with the guards to re-capture any escapees and get the prison locked down again." </strong><br><br>Mona ran off again, quickly making her way to Gygax Prison. It was the Desktop's premier correctional facility and she'd spent quite a bit of time there helping coordinate security procedures, so she knew the layout well. It had housed criminals from a number of different games and had facilities built to hold villains with varying powers and sizes. She'd previously thought it was more or less impregnable, but this mass escape had just proved her wrong. Someone from the outside, obviously. Either they were trying to break out someone specific, or it was a distraction. Perhaps both, she figured. Either way, she had to get things under control.<br><br>Everything was a mess inside the walls, the guards scrambling to maintain order while prisoners rioted and a damn dragon rampaged. Most of the prisoners were still contained but the yard was an absolute warzone as convicts tried to gain their freedom. They didn't have weapons, so for the most part the security force was succeeding, but there was the odd criminal who was a threat even without weapons, giving the guards a hard time. <br><br><strong>"Focus on containment, don't let them out! The Alliance Navy will be bringing in heavy weapons to take down that dragon!"</strong> Mona shouted to the guards, <strong>"Our job is to contain and control! Get your asses in gear! Avoid lethal shots if you can, but the lives of the innocents are paramount! If one of these assholes is about to break out, take him down!" </strong><br><br>Mona was quick to join the guards in suppressing the rioting convicts. She took down the closest escapee by locking his arm and tossing him to the ground with a hip throw. The prisoner fell to the ground whining that his arm was broken. She assured him he'd get over it, cuffed him, and rose to meet the next. With one smooth movement, she drew her pistol, shot him in the knee, and cuffed him as well. That was the wonderful thing about Temple of Pain 3, they'd never programmed a limit for handcuffs. She'd been given the ability to arrest people in the sandbox environment, but they'd never given her a limited amount of cuffs. She could just reach into her coat and keep taking a pair out. Ammo, of course, was limited (which was a shame, she could really use a cheat or two about now), but at least she could keep making arrests. <br><br><strong>"Two down, hundreds to go.."</strong> she sighed. This was going to be a long day. <br><br>------------<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/circle-01_zps13f1ef39.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Jupiter Jump, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>"Shit, shit, not now!" Roxi groaned as she saw Imperial Turrets looming in the distance. She'd just been wondering why she hadn't seen many racers on the track and now she knew why. Most of them had probably been blasted off of it by the Imperials. Racing was illegal in Zero-G Racing's backstory. She and the other racers were a throwback to a forgotten era. Nobody raced anymore. Nobody even drove vehicles like they did. Racing was considered loud, obnoxious, and primitive. That's where The Empire came in. The game spawned them randomly during the campaign, sending out drones to attack racers as they traveled the courses. Because of the random nature of it, the player would never know what would happen in any given race. It could be quiet, it could be a few drones, or it could be an all-out assault. <br><br>Thing was, the Empire wasn't supposed to attack during their practice runs. Only during game time. What they were doing here now was a mystery. It was a mystery she didn't get a chance to ponder, as one of the turrets hit her mid-jump, sending her CherryBomb plummeting to the rocky bottom below. She gunned her thrusters and managed to slow her descent to avoid shattering on impact, but the landing was still rough and it certainly didn't do her arm any favors. She groaned and clutched it, speaking to Nick through gritted teeth, "Did he also mention that he shot me? Look, you're registered for this race, so set off your distress beacon and summon the Medi-Bots. I'm kind of bleeding out over here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 20:13:30</strong>
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				<strong>--The Desktop</strong><br><br>Jimmy had been swept up in the excitement, and was now part of the group at the prison, working containment; he did rather stand out compared to the space marines and the security guards, given his Western duds. He was also hardly able to stand still for as much as a moment, always dodging and diving to avoid stampedes. He unhooked his lassoo from his belt, and began using it to nice effect, hog-tying any prisoners that tried to get past him. He even began to whistle and sing parts of the 1958 Western song <em>Rawhide</em> as he worked. "Keep them doggies movin, <em>Rawhide.....</em>" he warbled as he neatly lassooed one of the crooks, who turned out to be female. "Scuse me, ma'am, may I take your coat?" he deadpanned as he tied her up, which got him a dirty look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 22:49:16</strong>
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				<strong>Zero-G Racing----</strong><br>"Thing is, if we activate the Beacon our enemies will be able to detect us...we'll need to reach the desktop, I know where the world exit is from here."<br>Suddenly he slammed his car into the side of the Cherry bomb. "Sorry, I have an idea that'll get us out of here, just slam on your boosters."<br>When she did so, Nick slammed on his breaks, this flung them into a wild spin. At the right moment Nick hit his own boosters, the weight of both vehicles flung them off the nearby ledge and onto a sloping cliffside propelling them upwards and back onto the track. As they neared the finish line another mech appeared firing on them. "Give it everything you got!" Nick shouted, activating his own machine guns.<br><br><strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>Once Mona wasn't watching her, May made her way towards the Dragon. "I need this!" She exclaimed, grabbing a baseball bat from one of the EZ Sports players. <br>The Dragon shot a massive flame towards Jinx who dodged, using her power to fling a lightpole at the beast.<br>"I....I'm tired of being told what I can't do! This is my world! and I'm not letting you take it!" May shouted.<br>The Dragon's tail lashed out, knocking May towards a wall, splintering her bat, May's initial shock wore off and she spun around, using her legs to bounce off the wall and make her way back towards the Dragon. With the Dragon busy lashing out at Jinx, May stabbed her splintered Bat into the Dragon's left eye. It let out an angry roar, its head flinging up and shooting a massive flame into the sky. <br>By now the Alliance Marines had arrived, firing on the Dragon but to no avail.<br>"Its scales deflect energy rounds and bullets! it's weak in the face!" Jinx shouted down towards the soldiers.<br>"Alright, I'll have Psionics attack at range, Ground team, keep that tail down! Go for the wings!" The Captain ordered, we can't have it escaping!"<br><br><strong>The Prison----</strong><br>At the lowest Level Seraph used his magic to form barriers where he could. Blocking the prisoners from escaping.<br>Suddenly a massive beast slammed into him, throwing him out of his wheelchair and into one of the cells. "Behemoths!" He exclaimed as it began to prepare a charge. Weakly Seraph grabbed his knife, he knew that by himself he stood no chance against the creatures locked up in the lowest level of the Prison, he'd need help from an old friend. Cutting into his hand with the knife he looked at the Charging Behemoth who was thrown flailing into the nearby wall by a skeletal fist. <br>"Anima! Feel my pain!" Seraph hissed as his blood formed a symbol on the floor where he kneeled.<br>On the second floor up from the lowest level the ground collapsed, Anima's skeletal figure dragging many of the prisoners down to the lowest level where Seraph had the barriers trapping them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 23:03:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/circle-01_zps13f1ef39.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Jupiter Jump, Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>"What?! No! That's a stupid idea! We stand a better chance down here under the track! We can't try to break through-!" Roxi was cut off as Nick foolishly slammed his racer into the side of her car, denting it and slamming Roxi against the side of the cockpit. She cried out in pain and spoke through gritted teeth, "You asshole! I can't do this, I'm injured! You're just going to-" <br><br>She was cut off again as Nick failed to listen to her, insisting his plan would work. Against her better judgement (and because Nick wasn't listening) she hit her boosters, which sent them into a wild spin and careening into the cliffside before rocketing them onto the track. Somehow. She wasn't sure how it had worked and quite frankly, she was too busy screaming in agony. As Roxi was launched against her canopy again and again, the button on Jeanette's one-to-one was hit, transmitting her screams of sheer agony over the device. By the time the mech had appeared and Nicked asked her to give it her all, there was dead silence over the radio. <br><br>Roxi's vehicle lay still.<br><br>Inside, she sat passed out, eyes glassy and staring up into nothing, blood pooling on the floor and dripping down her arm. The manuver had gotten them to the track again, certainly. But the rapid movement and being battered against her cockpit had beaten much of the life out of Roxi. Her life was quickly fading away. If help didn't arrive, and soon, she was going to die. It would be Nick's fault. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 23:22:44</strong>
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				Pivolt saw May get attacked which cause him to run over to May's side "Pi, pi pi!" It was trying to see if she was okay, before turning to the dragon, the Yokaimon calling on all its power to electrocute the dragon. Crimson was still lost in the crowds, no idea who he bumped into, rubbing his head from the ground as he witnessed the chaos unfold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 23:58:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Alliance Stealth Frigate <em>Caen</em>, Mass Impact</strong><br><br>Jeanette had followed them out, and was preparing to engage the dragon, when her comm clicked on and she heard a sound straight out of the inferno. Staring blankly at the inside of her visor for a long moment, judging the situation, she realized her decision had already been made. The colonel turned from the chaos, triggered a stim pack, and feeling the adrenaline rush instantly kick in, ran at impossible speed in the direction of Zero-G.<br><br>The world blurred by; it was unimportant. It wasn’t her destination. Her indigo outline blasted through the Zero-G entryway, coming out into a shattered world. She didn’t have time to judge the damage. Tunnel vision gripped Jeanette as she pursued the ping of the locator (now active because she was in the same universe as it) remained dead-center on her HUD.&nbsp; Now and then she had to hurdle an obstacle; sometimes she released a furious psionic burst to simply toss it aside. <br><br>Her path terminated at the broken CherryBomb. As she approached it, several of those mechs fired at her; they were distinguishing between targets at this point. With a roar that would have shrunk Kark’s considerable balls, Jeanette extended a hand and simply <em>willed</em> one of them to die. Powers didn’t work quite as well outside a character’s own game, but it was inconsequential to the kind of reckless damage Jeanette was directing. This was the kind of exertion that she would feel later on; psionics, when overused, could have serious physical ramifications. Jeanette didn’t care.<br><br>The psionic field around Jeanette grew as her fury increased. Being composed primarily of psychic energy, the power of psionics could be directly proportionate to the mental state of the user. Jeanette was highly trained <em>and</em> angry. Simple weapons platforms stood no chance; they had no built-in defenses against this kind of attack. It didn’t exist in this setting. A flare of blue “fire” jetted from Jeanette’s eyes as she gripped the other two mechs in a telekinetic field and flung them to the ground. Even Lorena would have been taken aback by Jeanette’s display, and she was the psionic savant.<br><br>No other threats in the immediate vicinity, Jeanette landed an armor-enhanced punch into the CherryBomb, knocking the top of the frame clean off and giving her access to Roxi, who had missed the whole show thanks to being unconscious. Her all-tool glowed as it applied medigel to Roxi; the bleeding immediately stopped while vital nutrients and chemicals coursed through her battered body. It took a delicate touch to extract the injured woman from the wreckage. Jeanette cradled her close, kicked another stim, and fled the area. Another racer had tried to get her attention, but he was unsuccessful; at this moment, to Jeanette, everyone was a threat to Roxi’s safety. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 19:19:58</strong>
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				<strong>Zero-G Racing----</strong><br>At least that woman from the other game had cleared most of the enemy mechs. Suddenly he noticed a bomb flashing in the back of his car.<br>"Damn! They really got us bad!" Nick exclaimed before hitting the seat ejection button as the Vehicle exploded. Falling just short of the exit, Nick grabbed his knife as one remaining enemy mech pulled itself up from the damaged bridge. He charged it, narrowly being missed by the rapid fire machine guns. Fortunately the turrets didn't turn well which gave him the advantage if he kept up the zig-zagging motion. Landing his knife into the optic sensor the machine malfuntioned, allowing Nick to force it into the exit portal.<br><br><strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>"You ok there guy?" The female asked Crimson, she was easily recognizable to most, she was from Dire Destinies 7, usually tending the bar but also served as the bouncer when needed. She put up her fists, ready to fight as 4 wolf-like creatures surrounded them. "Cloud, where the hell are you?!" she shouted over her Radio.<br>"We're still in the prison." Cloud Replied.<br>"Then you're not aware we have a Bahamut up here running havoc on the Avatar building?" She asked.<br>"Leon, Yuffie, cover my 6, Vincent, help me clear a path to the upper level!" They could hear him order over his Radio.<br><br>&nbsp;Pivolt's electricity deflected off the Dragon's scales but the flash temporarily blinded it in the one good eye it still had left.<br>"I'm ok, but this thing wont be!" May shouted angrily.<br>"Switch to armor-piercing rounds, go for the mouth!" The Marine Captain ordered.<br>"We need someone who can get in closer!" one of the Marine's exclaimed. <br>"I'm on it!" May exclaimed. <br>"Kid! let me help! The Marines are too heavy but you I can lift and you're small enough." Jinx stated.<br>The Captain gave May 3 sticky Grenades.<br>Jinx looked at Pivolt and May "Alright, little um...creature thing (speaking to Pivolt) you need to shock it from above, when it lifts its head I'll send one of the lightpoles down its throat, Avatar, you'll use the grenades while its imobilised. <br>May nodded as Jinx lifted the small concrete slabs of sidewalk May and Pivolt were standing on, helping them into position.<br><br><strong>The Prison----</strong><br>"Pervert!" the girl hissed. James would notice that aside from her long coat she was wearing little above the waist aside from a skimpy black bra. <br>As she looked at him with comtempt he could see a look in her eyes that he had only ever seen before after a friend had died. It was the glazed eyes of someone dead.<br>Suddenly a few dozen zombies ran towards them. "Let...me..go. I'll help!" She pleaded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 23:44:42</strong>
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				<strong>--The Prison</strong><br><br>Jimmy was in two minds about this, to be honest; on the one hand, if she really had been in lockup, she musta done something bad; on the other, he thought himself a pretty good judge of character, and it seemed that she was on the level. The appearence of the zombies decided it for him, as he pulled out his knife and cut her bonds. "All right then. Don't ya'll be makin' me regret this, ya hear?" he said sternly, as he drew his revolver, and began to take careful aimed shots at the zombies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 02:53:17</strong>
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				Crimson looked up at the relatively attractive lady, he was one of the few that didn't know who she was, "Yea..I'm fine.." He said slowly getting up, noticing the wolves. What ever was going on, the rules didn't apply. Crimson then used his power to bring forth&nbsp; once more Artiletle and Dracoflare letting their towering forms intimidate the wolves. Should they attack, the two Yokaimon alone there would be sorry. He got up and pressed his back against hers, making sure all angles were covered. "Well..this is one way to meet someone.."<br><br>Meanwhile Pivolt nodded in confirmation of the plan. It sprinted before leaping back into the air, letting the electricity surge forth once more exactly how. It's attention though was on May, he didnt want her hurt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 04:18:11</strong>
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				Now there was only one choose that he had in front of him, he prepared himself to fight this evil version of himself, looking serious about the fight as he prepared to fight the character. He reached out and aimed a strike first with a high and then a mid level kick getting range, and seeing if this person would fight like him, or if they would fight like someone else. He had a feeling this right would be like fighting himself, and that would make it very very difficult for him to win. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 05:53:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/circle-01_zps13f1ef39.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Roxi awoke as Jeanette exited the race and returned to the arena. Or what was left of it. The battle was over, apparently, but all that was left of the main arena world was roughly half the dome structure, most of it lay collapsed on the floor. Bodies lay strewn about, NPC's and racers alike, some shot, some crushed under rubble. It was a dismal and depressing sight.&nbsp; The collapse was brightened for Roxi, however, when she opened her eyes to see Jeanette. She flushed slightly and flashed a weak smile, the racer still a bit woozy from blood loss. The medigel had saved her from the brink of death, though, so it wasn't all bad. "Hey... for an angel... you sure look a whole lot like my girlfriend..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 09:26:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Jeanette sat cross-legged, Roxi cradled in her lap, behind one of the still-standing walls, far out of sight of anyone that might have come snooping. Barring the whole facility instantly crumbling around them, they were secret and safe for the moment. The soldier had retracted her helmet to get some air as the effects of her psionic outburst rapidly chased through her veins. She was pale and breathing raggedly, but hoped her injured lover wouldn’t notice for now.<br><br>“Oh, hey there, kiddo,” she said, forcing a smile as Roxi awoke. “It was touch and go there for a while, but my all-tool says you’re recovering quickly. I got a little tuckered out from the fray, so I decided to plop down here for a minute.” The truth was that she couldn’t actually walk. What strength remained in her was being used up completely just to stay upright and support Roxi. It would return, in time, but for the moment she had to stay still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 18:46:16</strong>
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				<strong>The Prison----</strong><br>With James:<br>A large chainsaw like weapon materialized in the girl's hands.<br>Sadly the technology of a Western game offered too slow of shots against the massive hoards of Zombies. They came faster than James could fire. The Girl hopped around killing Zombies with a sort of sadistic glee. Lobbing one's head clean off and giggling as it splattered against the wall.<br><br><strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>With Pivolt:<br>Jinx lifted May and the light pole into position. May tossed the Grenades as Jinx shoved the lightpole into the Dragon's throat. As it shot a blast of fire into the sky there was a massive explosion throwing the injured dragon towards the Marine unit.<br>Jinx Directed another lightpole underneath its head so when it came down the pole peirced the soft skin under the neck and up into the top of its head.<br>The Marine Unit began deploying wires to secure the Dragon in place but it began to delete itself before they could complete their task.<br>"You three were impressive."Admiral Hatchet stated with a slight smile as he looked at Pivolt, Jinx, and May.<br>Now the Marine Captain came up to the group, saluting the Admiral. "Sir, we've lost contact with the 99th."<br>The Admiral used his Multi-tool to contact the <em>Caen</em>. "I need you to send your team to the world exit, we've lost contact withb the 99th platoon and I need you to see what happened." The Admiral ordered.<br>"I'm on it sir, Tarkus, Kark, Lorena, I'm sending a shuttle out to the last known location of the 99th platoon, I need you guys to find what happened." Jack Spade stated over the intercom. Now going to his Multi-tool. "Colonel, where the hell are you? We've lost the 99th and I had to send out Lorena, Kark, and Tarkus, I'm assuming you're not with the Admiral or he would have sent you."<br><br><strong>Mass Impact----</strong><br><div align="center">Luna Base, Several Minutes Ago</div>"Captain, we've got a frigate coming our way." one of the Marines stated.<br>"Is it Alliance?" The Captain asked.<br>"It's human in signature but we can't tell if it's Military or Civilian." the Marine replied.<br>"Then demand they give us access codes to pass, if they refuse, shoot them down on approach." The Captain ordered.<br>"They gave us the code but it's an old one sir, hasn't been in use since the last game." The Marine stated after getting the codes off the Frigate.<br>"Then request they stop for inspection." The Captain ordered.<br>"Requesting you stop for inspection, The Captain must speak with you." The Marine stated to the approaching vessel.<br>"Negative." The pilot responded.<br>"If you don't comply then we'll have to shoot you down." The Marine stated.<br>"Try." the pilot replied.<br>"Alright, activate the A.A guns! fire on the frigate!" the captain ordered. <br>As the Frigate exploded in the sky above the moon 3 escape pods landed just outside the base's main gate.<br>"We've got 3 lifeform readings near the entrance!" One of the watch exclaimed over the radio.<br>"Get the front guard on it, take them into custody, shoot to kill if you must!" the captain ordered.<br>M proceeded to burst out of his pod first, shooting a Rocket at the gate. <br>W used the smoke to find cover. <br>S made his way to the gate with cloaking device. He activated the gate controls. "Hey, stop right!....." the guard was killed with a shot to throat. S proceeded to kill the other gunners in the guardhouse while M mauled the ones inside.<br>"They're taking out the watch! Get any survivors back inside, activate the defense turrets!" the Captain ordered.<br>Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.<br>"Sorry buddy, but it's better me than them." W shot the Captain in the back of the head. "Alright guys, we've got the base."<br>"Good work team, now work on re-establishing connections with Mr. Elusive, something's going on here, could be Harvester Activity." S ordered.<br>"I could help you with that." a dark voice said suddenly as Oblivion walked out from around the corner.<br><br><strong>The Desktop----</strong><br>With Crimson:<br>Unfortunately Yokaimon were programmed not to kill, but these new creatures didn't care. This left them at a distinct dis-advantage. If they were lower-leveled they would have likely been killed but they had Crimson as their trainer, the Wolves didn't stand a chance.<br>As they were scared away they began attacking innocents who weren't as powerful opponents. "Damn! We need to find a way to enclose them!" Tifa exclaimed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 17:11:15</strong>
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				Pivolt looked up at May,&nbsp; looking her over making sure she was okay. "Pi? Pi Pivolt?" looking ehr up and down before crawling up to her shoulder. While it was clearly a time to be alert, Pivolt wasn't sure what to make out of what was going on. The desktop was relatively alien&nbsp; to him, the only thing being familiar to him right now was May, which caused him to cling closer to this as he couldn't find crimson anywhere in sight.<br><br>Crimson meanwhile used more energy to create the colossal sleeping yokaimon to act as a roadblock to the wolves. Dracoflare and Artiletle then turned and moved, trying to get them away from the fleeing people. "Any ideas?" Crimson asked Tifa.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 23:29:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/circle-01_zps13f1ef39.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br><strong>~Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>Roxi managed a grin, "Jeanette, you're a terrible liar. You're as beat as I am," she said, sliding off the soldier's lap and resting against the concrete next to her. The racer leaned against her lover, dropping her head to rest on her shoulder, completely exhausted. She looked around them at the rubble and ruin, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She reached a hand up to wipe them away. Her whole world lay before her, utterly destroyed, and she didn't know if it would ever be back to normal. Roxi worried about her future, but at least she still had Jeanette. "We'll get through this together.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 02:43:42</strong>
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				<strong>--The Prison</strong><br><br>James began to realise he needed something with a bit more oomph, he wanted to fight the zombies; worryingly, he couldn't find his shotgun when he looked in his inventory, and there weren't any machine guns or gatling guns around for him to use. "How the devil we gonna stop these here critters?!" he called out, as he managed to take one down with a headshot from his pistol. "Ah'm runnin' outta bullets here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 09:08:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br>Zero-G Racing</strong><br><br>“Well…” Roxi saw right through her, of course. Other games weren’t bound by the paragade system that made Jeanette so thoroughly convincing in her own setting. It had influence, and made her seem more persuasive, but she couldn’t guarantee someone would follow her words. Roxi in particular seemed quite talented at cutting through the bullshit.<br><br>“Truth is, I kinda overdid it when I fought the mechs and got you out of the car. My powers can be exhausting, and I used them while on stims… my body’s fighting shock and induced malnourishment. My suit’s compensating, but it’s not a fast process… if we need to move fast, though, I can pop a stim. That’ll help in the short term.” She wished she could put the armor away and hold Roxi properly, but there was no telling what dangers lurked in this broken world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 02:13:12</strong>
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				<strong>The Desktop----</strong><br><br>May smiled at the little Yokaimon. "I don't know what's going on here, but it looks bad."<br><br>Meanwhile, Jinx made her way now to where Crimson and Tifa were fighting off the wolflike creatures.<br>"Round them up into a circle, I have an idea!" Jinx started levitating light poles.<br>By now Tifa's friends arrived, helping to round up the monsters. Splitting up into sections and driving them back towards the train station.<br><br>Once the monsters were close enough Jinx used the lightpoles to cage in the monsters. As they were trapped a massive skeletal figure burst through the ground, destroying them.<br>Cloud, Leon, and Titus looked surprised by the new arrival.<br>"Anima! return to your rest!" Seraph chanted. "Don't worry, she was only helping."<br>"You!" Titus hissed. "Why should we trust you?!"<br>"You have no choice, It seems you need me." Seraph replied, then he looked towards Crimson. "So you can summon as well?"<br>"Titus, calm down, if he wants to really help, let him, he seems to be the only one who might have a clue about what's going on." Cloud stated, motioning for everyone to lower their weapons.<br><br><strong>The Prison----</strong><br>"Close range is faster!" the girl responded. "Zombies only create more of their own, it's ok to kill them."<br>suddenly the Space Marine unit burst in, firing down the zombies with their assualt rifles.<br>"Is everyone ok here?" the captain asked.<br>"Get back Zombie!" one of the Marines ordered, aiming his gun at the girl. She let out an angry hiss and ran off.<br>"The Prison is Secure, I repeat, the Prison is secure." The announcement came over all security radios.<br>One guard approached Mona. "They want us back up top now ma'am."<br><br><strong>King of the Ring----</strong><br>The Evil Kenji matched him for every punch. But with less hesitation, where Kenji had to think through his actions, this monster was pure instinct, he had no worries to hold him back.<br>As the fight led them to the nearby buring dojo, the Evil Kenji began to weaken. Without so many shadows, the light from the fire seemed to be the key.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Game-On! (RP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 03:11:01</strong>
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				Kensji traded attack for attack, it was harder then he though, for he knew each of his moves and the counter for the move. He moved towards the room, and continued the attack, while he battled the unknown starnger, he did notice. that the evil version of himself did in fact weaken with the light. He looked at his pocket took out a lighter, and quickly lit up all of the lights in the room, making sure that it was as bright as could be before he looked for the evil version of himself, and turned and attacked again, with a high kick, hoping that this would prove to be a way for him to win the match. 
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