Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
o-o how bout now?Elephantom said:
Now?
Maybe now?
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Futuristic The Implant
- Thread starter Anaxileah
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Now?
Maybe now?
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Maybe...
Just maybe...
If you are online for just about a bit more time...
I'd finish it...
But not at this instance, no...
For nobody wants their ass to be put on blast by a half-assed character...............
Just maybe...
If you are online for just about a bit more time...
I'd finish it...
But not at this instance, no...
For nobody wants their ass to be put on blast by a half-assed character...............
Killorkiller
Grand Warden of the Black Lotus
@DJGomez @Anaxileah i assume that now the alarms have alerted all the military characters?
DJGomez
Stardust Survivor
yeah by now they'd be awareKillorkiller said:
Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
Only the military people within the SUPERS Program Building. They aren't top priority, since normally the alarms go off if a dangerous chemical has been spilled. Response time is slow.Killorkiller said:
Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
Absolutely wonderful postSolistheSun said:Breathe.
In...
Out...
The man was laid comfortably on his back, well almost comfortably. A gnawing pain along his spine caused him to stiffen slightly. He took in the odd scented air. The smell reminded him of something... he couldn't quite know what it was, though the word was there. Hospital. He though about that one word, and the more he thought, the more he realized he wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be... be.... in, Cavitas? Yes, New Cavitas he assured himself. His whole mind was swirling, like he was a top. A wave of nausea engulfs him. Had they given him anesthesia? He always had a bad reaction to that stuff.
Wait... what...? But his thoughts and subconscious twirled away from him.
He was... supposed to... he stops, his head pulsing, an extreme migraine coming on. He lets out a gout of air from his nose, and decides to open his crusted eyes, blinking. The harsh LED lights cause him to grunt an furrow his dark brows, though he manages. Immediately white-washed walls come into view along with a lazy ceiling fan... turning... turning... turning.
Disorientated, he sits up. And immediately gasps.
He was shirtless, but he didn't recognize himself really at all. Scars decorated his torso, and he seemed far more matured that he remembered. Yes... remember. Memories...
Something was wrong. This wasn't his bed. He wasn't supposed to be here. He just got off the 'copter.... he just... the memories dart away again.
Now that he realized there was something inexplicably wrong, everything starts to look like a threat. He looks around the room in alarm, his eyes meeting the gaze of a smartly dressed gentleman attired in a black suit, a manila envelope - a dossier - in his hand. He instantly freezes, and the slowly turns, meeting the other's gaze.
"Good, you're awake," he asks stepping forward, he pauses, and then continues, "Do you remember getting assaulted, son?"
This man was most definitely not his father. Or, at least he didn't think so, he'd remember something like that, right? Getting assaulted explained the pain on his back, and neck pain, but he doesn't give any indication the knowledge aided him. He watches the smartly dressed man intently, monitoring his behavior, and gives a low shake of his head. He did remember, but didn't at the same time. It was like a swirling puzzle. Every time you put it together, it immediately falls apart again.
The suited man gives a frustrated sigh, and then continues, "Do you remember your name?"
The man on the cot cocks his head, his expression turning to one of great concentration. His migraine reminds him of pain again, and he goes back to thinking. His name... name....
"It's.... Alex.... right? No.. not Alex, Alüx... Alüx... Alüx.. Echo..... Alüx Razelle Echo, right?" he asks for confirmation, sitting farther up - and notably more comfortable with the situation at the discovery of himself. The suited man gives a sigh.. of relief? And then places his hand on his ear, whispering something about remembering without aid. Was that so strange? Alüx doesn't know. Not even his furtive memories gave any indication of knowing.
The suited man stops talking to his ear, and then turns back to Alüx, another question at the ready, "Do you know what you current mission is, or where you are?"
Alüx pauses again, his gears turning silently. And then he shakes his head. The suited man's mouth irks to the side before he can speak. Alüx frowns slightly at this, like a child failing and then speaks. The words ebb and flow out of him, each word forced out - his brain's abilities finally cooperating.
"But.. wasn't I... I in.. New Cavitas? Mob boss... Rescue. Politician?"
The man pauses, and looks through the dossier, shaking his head and he flips through the white pages, random words sticking out to him in the bold headlines. Alüx looks down a moment, and an anomaly catches his attention. A small piece of paper sticking out of the edge of his cot. Keeping a close eye on the investigator, he pulls it up gently and slips it into the pockets of his scrub-like pants - small black writing glaring in bright lights a split sound before enveloped in the soft cloth.
"Impossible, that was four years ago..." the suited man mutters to himself, though the stone walls carry the words easily. Alüx looks down at his callused hands, confused. It wasn't four years, it was only yesterday... right? Yes, only yesterday. It was impossible to forget four whole years. He didn't remember his hands being so callused.
The suited man pauses again still admiring the dossier, and asks one last question, "Do you remember getting the stitches?"
Alüx goes to shake his head, but is stopped by an idle comment - suddenly, and abruptly.
"Huh, weird. They're where you'd have an Implant."
That word. Why did....
Implant.
Suddenly everything was unlocked in his head, the puzzle settling, the gates of Heaven flooding the Earth. Sweet salvation greeted hell. His memories were happy and rather care-free. He had wanted the world to be a better place by taking the Military under his wing, and changing. The Implant was supposed to help with that. Yet, he could tell from where he was, something had gone wrong. The world had become corrupted.
As more memories flooded over him, more and more knowledge of himself wafted over him. He was strong, had reaction time. His reflexes seemed to be from the god themselves he mused. He vaguely remember someone saying that. Whoever that may have been was lost in the haze.
Before he could reply or comment on this memory surge or remembering himself, a sound surge blares over invisible speakers, a wailing siren.
The suited man curses, and Alüx stands, his own alarms sounding. For a second, the man becomes a blurry haze silhouette of a woman, holding her hands up in surrender, but bullets tear through her, a---- Reality calls him back as the man throws open the door, withdrawing a pistol. Alu wasn't sure if that was going to be used on him or not, so he takes a quick step back. Though, the suited man darts out the door, shouting curses, and the door automatically closes behind him.
Or would, that is if Alüx hadn't stuck an arm in it's path. To freedom. Even though his back was screaming. At least he hadn't pulled his stitches. He takes a quick glance around seeing no one, as the halls had been abandoned due to the siren, and slips out and down the hallway. To freedom.
Maybe he could figure things out. How four years passed, how he couldn't remember, ho---
His thoughts are cut off as gun shots echo off the walls. Surviver and old military instinct, forces him to duck and run as he realizes the tumult is coming towards him. His back and neck truly hate him at this point, and blood is starting to well up around the wounds, dribbling meekly down his back. He walks carefully, and tries to stay out of initial line of site.
TRUST NO ONE.
(@DJGomez - I think your the only one in his vicinity)
Just a reminder, your memories will not return all at once. You will randomly get memories from during the four years, and only I will share the ones that are uber significant (for now, you can remember all of the people you killed and the homes you destroyed ^-^)Btw, both you and @DJGomez, y'all will have help eventually, but your characters don't know this. Find some way to the roof.
(Do recall that you need a level 12 clearance pass to gooooo)
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
@Anaxileah
He's done, my character, that is. Although I fear he may turn out to be cheap to half-assed, and as such, I suggest you approach him with caution, or he MAY put your ass to BLAST. *Sudden piano riff*
He's done, my character, that is. Although I fear he may turn out to be cheap to half-assed, and as such, I suggest you approach him with caution, or he MAY put your ass to BLAST. *Sudden piano riff*
Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
xD Lol I'll check him out in a while, I've got homework to do.Elephantom said:
@StoneWolf18 did you revise your char?
StoneWolf18
Within the Depths of a Dream
No.... Meh, let me think. I'm considering just taking the CS down due to lack of motivation at the moment.Anaxileah said:
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Lack of motivation...
Or rather...
PROCASTINATION?
*Sudden piano riff*
StoneWolf18
Within the Depths of a Dream
Seriously?Elephantom said:
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Three words:
ASS TO BLAST.
(>BD)
ASS TO BLAST.
(>BD)
Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
*shakes head* knock it off, you two xD
Okay, Stone. Also, aim for 2 paragraph min. in the future, please?
Okay, Stone. Also, aim for 2 paragraph min. in the future, please?
StoneWolf18
Within the Depths of a Dream
I'm currently in the middle of dialuge and I'm not gonna be a dick and control someone else's characterAnaxileah said:*shakes head* knock it off, you two xD
Okay, Stone. Also, aim for 2 paragraph min. in the future, please?
And I wasn't kidding. I'm not in the most pleasant mood right now and this is all making it worse.
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Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Well there are some ways you could make it longer. Such as, by telling us what your character feels about the situation or the person he's talking to, or what he's saying. Or you could observe the atmosphere of the situation.
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Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
Sorry...if you aren't in a good mood, simply don't respond until you feel better. Negativity is unnecessary. That's why I left when I was in a bad mood.StoneWolf18 said:I'm currently in the middle of dialuge and I'm not gonna be a dick and control someone else's character
And I wasn't kidding. I'm not in the most pleasant mood right now and this is all making it worse.
She* but yeah, what he said.Elephantom said:
Ashaficent
BTS Trash
You people chat so much without mehh *sadness*
Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
Oh hush *hugs*Ashaficent said:
Ashaficent
BTS Trash
*huggles* ;-;Anaxileah said:
LucidSol
Dreams and Opportunities
Yes~Altaynna said:
Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
Thank you for putting this in the oocSolistheSun said:
I'm about ready to bite people's heads off for random ooc in places it doesn't belong.
LucidSol
Dreams and Opportunities
I noted what you said when you accepted mine CS, so I simply heeded my instincts ^^Anaxileah said:
Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
Sounds goodSolistheSun said:
LucidSol
Dreams and Opportunities
Gasps, didn't see this till now >,<Anaxileah said:Absolutely wonderful post
Btw, both you and @DJGomez, y'all will have help eventually, but your characters don't know this. Find some way to the roof.
But I figured, I've studied these sort of things before in my psychology class.
Altaynna
I'm too lazy to think up something original
@Anaxileah sorry for everything, this is the first RP I've been in that's been that strict with OOC and Cs sign up area, th others kinda meld 'em when talking about CS and characters sheets. Anyway, I think I've upped it a little. How's it doing?
