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Post by Hoovy on Feb 7, 2012 18:52:10 GMT -5
((Ok, second try to get this to upload. I posted it last night, but went to reread it and it wasn't here. Anyways, how's this for my first writing and quite a while? ;D)) "Ok kiddo. Take us to whoever is in charge of Brackwater Springs." Zepahate said as he reached down to pat the boy on the head.
The child reflexively backed away from the hand, looking at it fearfully. Zephate looked at Charl with a confused look. Charl simply shrugged and followed the boy into a different room of the old building. He motioned them over to a hole in the wooden floor and dropped down into it. Charl hopped down after him into the pitch black darkness below.
Charl landed on her feet and instantly had her pistols in her hands, sighting into the darkness. "Zephate?" she called up to the hole in the ceiling. "Zeph, you down here yet?" She was answered with a muffled thump and saw a shadow get up off the ground and stretch it's arms, back-lit by the light shining down. "Come on Zeph. We got to catch up to that kid."
"I'm over here." called out a voice behind her. whipped around and could barely make out Zephate in the darkness. "I landed on a pile of boxes. I think I got a splinter in my face." He rubbed his hands together. "So, ready to go rule over these people like a-" He stopped talking and put a weary hand on his katana. "Charls. You see that guy over there to?"
"Yes," she replied to Zephate. The figure was lurching forward now. A sudden red glow lit up in it's eyes, casting an eerie otherworldly light on the cave around them. Charl and Zephate shuddered involuntarily at the blood curling roar that erupted from the thing as it noticed them.
Suddenly lanterns sprang up around the trio and a voice called out from seemingly everywhere at once. "If you are truly Thek'latos, then you should be able to easily vanquish this infected."
"I'll kill that kid next time I see him!" shouted Zephate as he unsheathed his Katana and assumed a fighting stance.
"Zeph. Remember your training. Infected take priority over everything else." Even if I have no idea what exactly this thing is. Charl thought to herself. Well, I guess there is only one way to be sure... The flash from the barrels of Charl's pistols flashed brightly in the dimly lit cave. The rounds streaked forward and struck the Infect in the head, blowing it clean off. It dropped, making a dull thud as it's headless body hit the ground. Charl flipped her pistols around and blew the smoke off the barrels. "Piece of cake." She holstered her guns.
"Uh, Charl, you sure that thing is dead?" Asked Zephate.
"Of course it is. I blew it's head off. Nothing can live without a head." replied Charl confidently.
"Not to burst your bubble or anything, but, It just stood back up."
"What?" Charl turned around and stared in disbelief as it's head regrew from it's stump of a neck. As soon as the jaw had reformed, it bellowed in anger and charged at the duo.
"Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention that this isn't a regular Infected?" the boy's voice called out.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 10, 2012 10:17:11 GMT -5
Zephate sighed.
"This really is NOT the proper way to treat your visiting Thek'latos, young one." He stated in a rather condescending tone.
The creature bellowed and started its swipe towards Zephate's neck. Zephate waited until the clawlike hand was just inches from his neck when he ducked and rammed his blade up through the stomach and out the back of the hairy, sweaty, stinky neck. The creature gurgled and Zephate then pushed the blade most of the way out of the back.
"Charl, a bullet, if you please."
Charl fired a few shots through the head and legs. The creature began to fall forward, and Zephate used the momentum of the falling body against his blade to successfully sever the spine. Once both halfs of the beast hit the ground, Zephate made quick work of turning the rest of the body into Zombie-Sashimi. He then grabbed the nearest latern, smashed it on the ground and lit the remains of the body. He stepped back, admiring his own work. Charl clapped a little bit in victory. Then they turned.
The boy had reappeared with a group of at least twenty five other villagers. They were all bowing. A few of the elderly were weeping.
"You have come at last," the boy stated in reverence.
"Welcome Thek'latos."
Charl and Zephate looked at each other. Zephate smiled quite largely, then turned and gave an over-embellished bow.
"It's good to be here."
::Nick the Admin has been here::
I cleaned up the postage. Sliced a few heads off. Now chaps, let's play nice... well, nevermind, keep hacking away. I believe it's Galio's turn. Rock on!
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Post by Galio on Feb 18, 2012 0:51:30 GMT -5
Charl rose up and announced, "And if we don't find out where 'here' is within 3 seconds, I'm going to fill heads with led." A village-elder looking sort emerged from the crowd. His low, shrill voice ricocheted off of the cave walls. "This is our hiding place. A safe house. A haven. A haven from this... shrouded malady." Charl stepped toward him. "Shrouded? What do you know? Tell me!" She reached for one of her pistols. Zephate stood back with his arms crossed. "Easy, now. Let him answer the question first." [[OK, Ranger, let's get some back-story! Get some history! Get some vendetta! Get some in general! Also, guys, let's move this story along. It's beginning to pave a rabbit trail. Let's take this rise to action, push through to the climax, and level out on our undeniably satisfying resolve! Raaaaaagh!]]
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Post by Hoovy on Mar 4, 2012 17:05:39 GMT -5
((Keep in mind this is only half of my post. The rest I'm still working on...))
The elder looked relieved. He bowed to Zephate "Thank you. I promise, with the powerful Tur'elma as my witness, I will tell you everything as soon as I can. But please, rest. Recover your strength. It would not be fitting to have our heroes die before they can fulfill their destiny would it?" The old village-elder smiled then snapped his fingers. "Ron. Jio. Show the Thek'latos to their rooms please."
At his command two youths emerged from the crowd, a boy and a girl. The boy walked up to Zephate and bowed. "My name is Ron, and I have been selected to show you to your room. This way please, Thek'latos." Ron motioned for Zephate to follow him. The crowd parted before them as they walked towards the center of the town. The people bowed as Zephate passed by. "Thek'latos" or "Thank Tur'lema" could be heard from the braver of the villagers.
"Wait," Zephate stopped walking.
Ron turned around. "Yes Thek'latos? Is something the matter?"
"What about Charl?" Zephate asked. "Aren't we staying in the same place?"
"My sister, Jio, will show her to her room. It is situated on the other side of the Grove of the Gods." replied Ron calmly, in a soft voice.
Zephate gave the boy a blank stare. 'Man, this reverence thing these people have it going to get annoying real quick,' he thought. Zephate cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. Of course. I knew that, being a mighty Thek'latos and all. Just checking if you knew. Heh heh... Uh..." he rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously. "Continue showing me to my room." Zephate said with a wave of his hand.
"As you command, Thek'latos" Ron turned and walk off, without even checking to see if Zephate was following. Zephate hastily caught up, and they walked the rest of the way in silence.
--- [3 Days Later] ---
A knock sounded at Charl's door. She sighed, tossed the book she was reading over her shoulder, and walked over to the door. She opened it and was greeted by the smiling face of the village elder. "Oh, hey, it's you. Big surprise" she said sarcastically.
The elder seems oblivious to the sarcasm and bowed quickly. "I am glad you are surprised to see me. At first, I thought you disliked me. How foolish would I have been to think that?" he laughed at his own joke as Charl stared at him unamused. "Well, I have some good news for you! We are allowing you to meet with Zephate in the Grove center. We think it'll prove to be a-"
"Wait, you are finally letting me out of this house?" Charl interrupted.
"Yes, as I said you can now meet up with Zephate at the Grove center. Just remember that no matter what happens-"
Charl pushed past the old man and ran towards the tree in the middle of the Grove. The grove was cast in a eerie blue light, shinning out of a crystal that was on a rock next to the tree, but that didn't matter, she was going to finally be able to talk to someone would didn't bow every time they saw her and call her Thek'latos. She pushed some monks out of the way who called out "Pardon us Thek'latos" as she barreled past them.
Zephate was sitting, talking with one of the monks next to the base of the tree. As she came closer, Zephate noticed her and smiled, showing his gleaming steel teeth. Charl screeched to a halt. 'Wait a minute since when did Zephate have those?' The monk turned around, revealing the familiar face of the old reconstructor. Charl stared in disbelief as Zephate and the reconstructor walked towards her.
"Hia Charls! Guess who is the high priest around here?" He smiled again and nudged the old man with his elbow. "Remember that Tur'elma those guys were talking about? This is him!"
The old man reached out and shook Charl's hand. "Hey, we never really got to know each other. My name is Jamamros Serpenthelm. Or Jamamros the Sorcerer, as I am known as around here." He smiled. "Respectful bunch aren't they? I found these guys here after I retired from the Father's Army. Apparently, this is what's left of the entire planet's population. Man, when I showed them this place, they were all so exicted. Turns out that this is the only tree on this entire frozen rock. Heh..."
"And, this spot right here is where Jamamros and his friends became Reconstructors! This is the source of their power!" Zephate cut in. "I'm still so excited that Jamamros made me his apprentice! Charl, you'd never believe the kind of power these guys have! He even gave me these!" He smiled, showing his metal teeth.
"Wait, so what happens if you leave this planet? Would your power fade?" Charl asked. "If so, that would mean Father isn't as powerful as we thought."
"Sorry, lassie, but that why we made these here amulets." said Jamamros, pulling a necklace from the folds of his robe. "We fused a splinter of the Scared Tree and a fragment of the Holy Rock into the metal of this. Acts kinda like a portable generator. Of course, it's not nearly as powerful as this spot right here. Heh, how do you think I've lived this long?"
"Just out of curiosity, how old are you exactly?" inquired Charl.
The old man grinned proudly. "258! Now keep in mind, I lost count around 200 or so..."
--- A few weeks later ---
"... And that is the history of our entire town." finished the village elder.
Charl sighed and looked out a window into the center of the Grove. The crystal shone green now, making everything look toxic.
The village elder glanced out the window and back at Charl. "I can see, Thek'latos that this doesn't seem to interest you. The only thing left that I have not shown you is the Space Freighter we are repairing, hoping someday, to explore this grand expanse you call 'Space'. I can show it to you if you'd like."
This caught Charl's attention. Mechanics was one of her favorite subjects Father taught her. "I think I can find it myself, thank you. You can leave now." Charl pointed to the door.
The elder stood up and walked over to the door. "Oh, OK. I guess I'll find something else to do today. Well, it was a honor as always Thek'latos." He bowed and left.
Charl sat down, relieved at the silence. 'Now, about that ship...' ---
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Post by Hoovy on Apr 4, 2012 15:57:23 GMT -5
Charl jogged up to a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire surrounding the oldest space freighter she had ever seen. "This has got to be the hangar that the old man mentioned." She looked around at the dusty crates of parts, oil stains, and rust and sighed. "Looks abandoned. So much for getting out of here using this thing."
She turned to leave when a voice called out, "Hello? Anyone out there?" Charl was searching for the source of the voice when it called out again. It was coming from a cobweb covered old radio. She was surprised it still worked. "Hmm... guess I was just hearing things. Eh." the voice said in a slight southern accent.
Charl sprung into motion, grabbing the receiver and speaking into it in the same motion. "Hello? Hello? You still there?"
"Roger missy. I'm still here. Heck, you could check back in a few years, I'd still be here. What can I do for ya?"
"Is there any way you could open this gate and let me in?"
"Sorry, no can do missy. Father Elu put this place here on a lock-down til I get this ship here up and running. Doesn't want just anyone running around in here."
Charl brushed off some of the cobwebs off the radio as she spoke. "And when do you think that'll be?"
There was a long pause. "Well, I really don't know. Maybe a few more years? Eh. I really have no idea what I'm doing here. And I'm the most qualified person here!" He laughed.
"Look, I'm just trying to get away from these crazy people in this town. Mainly the village elder guy. He just keeps talking and talking, on and on, and never shuts up!" she chuckled to herself then quickly added, "No offense."
"None taken! Heh, why do you think I took this job? I thought I was the last sane person here! Forget what Father Elu said. Come on in! I'll get some lawn chairs set up and crack out the cola and we'll make this a fun time!"
The radio cut off and a man in overalls, work gloves, and a welder's mask walked out of a small building in the back of the hangar over towards the gate and pulled it open.
He motioned Charl inside, "Quickly! Quickly! Can't have anyone seeing you walk into a locked-down hangar now can we?" Charl understood and quickly stepped through the gateway. The man started walking back towards the building. "Come on, I already got everything set up in the Command Center. Name's Karl by the way. Nice to meet you." he smiled and continued walking, humming to himself.
"I'm Charl. Nice to meet you too." --- "Well," said Karl as he unlocked the door to the 'Command Center', "Here we are. Just make yourself at home. I'll give you a tour of the Void Dancer later." The 'Command Center' was basically a sheet metal shed, with the words 'Command Center' painted in fading blue paint.
Karl walked over to a beat-up refrigerator in the corner of the room and opened it. "You want something?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Nah, I'm good. Thanks." Charl answered. She looked around and picked up one of the many tools scattered around the room. "Dang, these things are relics." She looked up at Karl, you actually use these things?"
"Yep! These are top of the line tools down here. They still work, so I'm not complaining." He pulled over a metal folding chair and sat down, kicking his feet up on the counter in front of him.
"So, what exactly is wrong with the Void Dancer?" Charl asked, setting down the tool and hopped up and sat on the counter.
"Well, I don't exactly know. I just fix what I see is broken and hope it runs."
"Has it run since you've been working on it?"
"Well... no. But I'm close. I can feel it!"
Charl sighed. "I'll help you fix it."
Karl laughed. "Well, Ms. Charl, I appreciate the help. Tur'elma knows I need it." He grabbed a datapad off the counter and handed it to her. "This here is a tech readout of the Void Dancer. I have no idea how to understand it though."
Charl looked over the readout. "Well, first off, your reactor core is dead." "Is that bad?"
Charl stared in disbelief. "Is that bad? Of course it's bad! Without it the entire ship is a complicated pile of wires and metal!" she snapped.
"Oh. Well, wanna work on that first?"
"Sure. What do you have as a power supply?"
"Uhhh.... power supply?"
Charl face-palmed. "What's something with a lot of energy we could use to power the ship?" Charl thought about it for a second. "Could we use some of that magic crystal thing that's in the middle of the Grove?"
Karl looked shocked. "You mean the All-Stone? No way. Father Elu would never allow it."
Charl stood up and looked at the readout. Suddenly an idea appeared. She smiled sweetly. "Not even to a Thek'latos?"
((Here, I'll let you guys have some fun with this. -Wink-))
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Post by NµKe on Apr 6, 2012 20:21:50 GMT -5
Well, gee, thanks for handing the story back after two or three episodes... *sigh... No lies, you are quite good at writing stories... but part of the point of an RP is the fact that we all work together. But... it also means that we need to be flexible. So, we'll work with you... but let's try and keep the posts smaller for now... and a little more frequent. Nevertheless, I like Karl. Nice Character. I'll post soon
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Post by Hoovy on Apr 7, 2012 9:10:51 GMT -5
Thanks! I was trying to use a massive shove to get the story back on track, but I'll post smaller post from now on. Can't wait to see where this is going. c:
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