ultimate city of ultimate destiny

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ultimate city of ultimate destiny

"This is a flying city attacked by demons vs a submerged city of timetravellers vs a city of minor elements attacked by mutants vs an underground city being attacked by I-wish-I-could-tell-you-what-but-I-promise-it's-great!" - The Lorax.

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profiles // discussion

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Welcome to Hͮ͋̔̆ͪͥ̈ͮ̑̾̈́̓͌̄ͩ͑ͤ̚͟͏̲̣̤͉͉̥̖̠̥̬̖͍͓y̵̧̲͈͉̠̰̅ͮ̊ͯ̇̈́̈̌ͨ͂g̷̬͇̮̩̘͚͕̘̬̫̼̲̲̰͍̙͓͉̓ͮ́ͪ̓̾͝͡͞͝v̧̨͖̤̜̳͚̭̺̗̏̒́͂̾̆ͪͥͭ̽̔͋͜z̓̿̌ͨ̀̐̿͗̚͏̡́҉̖̲̯͎̺̝̙̝̠͔ͅͅͅñͮ̑͗ͫ̋̎̿ͬ͏̶͞͏̱͈̮̜̲̬͇̭̀g̡̢̜̼̞͎̗͕̮̣̘̰ͤ̅̽̌ͣ͞r̨̛̿ͩͮͯ͂ͤ̅̌̀̄̾̃͐ͮ̈ͮ̾͛͛͏̢̠̠̤̮̠̻͔͓̯̼͓̣̮͈̩̮̗͟. A city of hopes and dreams, of smiles and laughter, of a brighter future for all. A city that is beloved by all its citizens.

A failing city, left adrift in the unnatural darkness of the cosmos.

It wasn't like this once. Long ago, beyond the earliest memories of even the oldest Turaga, the city prospered. It was a golden age. People from all walks of life would come, wanting to carve out their own stake in the city's wealth.

maybe. i don't know.

One day, something changed. Nobody knows what happened. In a flash, the world ended. The city was ripped away from all that they knew and sent hurtling into the darkness. The once-proud spires of the city fell, their bulk no longer dotting the golden skyline (not anymore. it's all black now.). Mighty temples withered away, its foundations crumbling to dust. And the proud Lake of Light, upon which the city was built on, became one with the shadows below, disappearing without a trace (the city still holds, but the great columns that connected it to the lake are gone. why are we still alive?)

Yet the survivors still held on. They were a ragged bunch, left to scrounge through the ruins of a great civilisation for any chance of life. It was truly surprising to all at how well they tried to restore the city. Working electricity was a rarity, but it worked. Fresh water could be pumped from what remained of the Lake (the little pond, why isn't it disappearing? WHY?). Even a modicum of order could be found: a mysterious figure flitted through the shadowy streets, killing all that dared try and destroy the weak peace that existed between the people.

There was no way the glories of the past could be recaptured, but they could live.

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If the darkness did not reach them first.

In the years (decades? centuries? millennia? an eternity? I don't even know anymore.) that followed the end of the world, the city began to slip further and further into the night. Following the loss of its supports, and the Lake below, the massive batteries that provided backup power had moved into action, allowing for it to stay afloat upon mighty propellers. Once, they could have lasted until the end of time, but the damage done to them by the apocalypse was finally taking effect.

Oh, people have tried to fix this, outrun this, or whatever. But there is nothing they can do. The mechanics behind the engines were lost long ago. And attempts at escaping would find a great sphere of solid material surrounding the floating city, following it on its path through the cosmos.

It's all that remains of the land that once surrounded the city. Once, they had been the centre of its agriculture and mining industries. Now they kept the dying city trapped. Truly ironic, isn't it?

Yet maybe, just maybe, there might be hope. There are rumours of horrors that live in the corner of one's eye. Horrors beyond mortal comprehension. Others say they are hallucinations, brought upon by recent spate of illnesses caused by a diseased water supply. And there are some that claim that some survivors have found a secret deep within the bowels of the city's underworld, a secret that could save them all, but is sadly used for selfish purposes.

In the end, does it truly matter?

Will the world end on your watch? Or will it reach a new golden age?

Your choice. I just spout psychedelic nonsense.

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welcome to hy̵̧̲͈͉̠̰̅ͮ̊ͯ̇̈́̈̌ͨ͂g̷̬͇̮̩̘͚͕̘̬̫̼̲̲̰͍̙͓͉̓ͮ́ͪ̓̾͝͡͞͝v̧̨͖̤̜̳͚̭̺̗̏̒́͂̾̆ͪͥͭ̽̔͋͜z̓̿̌ͨ̀̐̿͗̚͏̡́҉̖̲̯͎̺̝̙̝̠͔ͅͅͅñͮ̑͗ͫ̋̎̿ͬ͏̶͞͏̱͈̮̜̲̬͇̭̀g̡̢̜̼̞͎̗͕̮̣̘̰ͤ̅̽̌ͣ͞r̨̛̿ͩͮͯ͂ͤ̅̌̀̄̾̃͐ͮ̈ͮ̾͛͛͏̢̠̠̤̮̠̻͔͓̯̼͓̣̮͈̩̮̗͟ - population: overflow error

It all started as a joke.

Maybe. I don't even know myself.

But I decided to make this RPG anyway. Set in a floating city inside a cavern that could possibly be underground (no idea, I haven't though if it actually is or not or maybe this is just Schroedinger's Cat if there were caverns) that also has a lake or something that lies below it. And they might be going through space. And there might be an unseen menace attacking it. That's possibly time-travelling. Or there's time-travel and unseen menaces that are separate or maybe some other nonsense that sounds cool. I haven't really decided on anything yet.

And that's where you guys come in.

I like open-world. Sure, it's nice to have a centralised plot thing that people can base stuff around so the RPG doesn't go nowhere, but sometimes, it's fun to watch players scamper around doing their own little thing like ants scurrying around and murdering each other for sugar. There's just so much creativity that isn't restrained by the confines of one person's mind (although if gravy is correct, all of you might actually be me as well).

That's why there are no established factions. No descriptions beyond vague outlines. Nothing but a GMPC that will murder you if you break lackluster rules. Life will be breathed into the game by what you do: will you kill a kitten and save the fish supply of a local mafia? Or will you kick the mafia boss in the face to save the kitty and then doom the ecology forever? I'm just observing, watching what strange horrors you will come up with.

Maybe you might find out the secret behind this game as well. Why are there so many BIONICLE species stuck on a floating city? Why can't they escape? What are these mysterious horrors? Why is there a group of Zyglak who are on a quest?

Those questions are up to you to answer. Probably because I don't have an answer to any of them.

So sit back and enjoy, because the horror is just getting started.

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locations - vague descriptions

the city: A once great and prosperous city of hopes, dreams and fried mackerel, the entirety of it is now in ruins, with collapsed buildings ever present throughout every inch of it. Much of the city is shrouded by night, the weak streetlamps barely allowing for the survivors to see. Even so, there's so much to do here, with the people getting by in any way they can, sometimes producing surprising beauties.

the darkness: Once thought to be endless, it has been found that it ends in every direction at a strange wall, created from the remains of what once was the land that surrounded the city. However, once one ventures forth into the darkness, it is near impossible to find their way back to the city. Distance is fluid here, in these unnatural shadows. Try and conquer it at great risk to oneself. Also you can't see jack, even if you're the strongest Toa of Light ever.

the lake of light: There used to be pillars connecting from the city to the bottom of the lake. They're gone now. The lake too. It's been swallowed by the darkness, unless the splashes that all can hear when one throws rocks to the bottom of the sphere are it. Maybe. Nobody's gone down and survived. It's too far too dangerous, and there's absolutely no way something can survive down there.

the sphere? I don't even know if it's a sphere or not. Maybe we're in an underground cavern. Maybe not. But it surrounds the darkness that surrounds us. Don't try digging through it. There doesn't seem to be an end, and it might be the edge of reality or something. There's rumours of eccentrics who left the city for the darkness that might be barely living somewhere on niches in the wall, but they're mad now. Raving mad. Stark bonkers. It's a sketchy place. Stay in the city, it's safer.

and what lies beyond?

Heck if I know.

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who are you supposed to be?

Signups can be found here. Maybe you're actually an alien or what not. No idea.

Name: Self-explanatory.

Sex: Self-explanatory.

Species: Custom ones please PM me.

Powers: Elemental or not, yadda yadda.

Skills: Are you a bad enough dude to save the President?

Equipment: Kanohi if applicable, weapons, tools, whatever.

Appearance: What do you look like?

Personality: How do you act?

History: Why are you on this city, and how are you even alive?

Limitations: No Legendary Masks (Life, Time, Creation) or the Olmak (No real use in that). Anything else is fair game, although use of masks such as the Mohtrek or Mask of Clairvoyance will be fun (in the Dwarf Fortress sense). No real restrictions on species either, even if they might seem overpowered. As long as you don't start godmodding like candy-stealing from babies, then there'll probably be no problem. Use common sense with those species.

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guidelines

• BZPower and Bionicle RPG Rules apply to this game.
  
• Respect others. Common courtesy is pretty much a necessity here.
  
• Don't godmod, bunny, metagame or autohit. Pretty standard fare - it really detracts from the RPing experience.
  
• You're not allowed to destroy the city.
  
• Get permission from other players first if you want to kill their characters. Common courtesy.
  
• Go crazy. Just not so crazy that I'm forced to crack down on you.
  

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one-man game master team

FABULOUS SUNSHINE

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Edited May 28, 2014 by Fabulous Sunshine

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GM IC: "Knight of Darkness"

 

*bzzt* hello hello! are you here for your once-in-a-lifetime offer of six Great Kanohi that on-*bzzzzt craaaack*

 

The barely-functioning radio shatters underneath the foot of a dark figure, the device splintering into millions of little pieces. In this abandoned junkyard, located somewhere in the northern outskirts of the city, there is naught but silence. Once in a while, peculiar sounds may be heard, but they end just as they came, disappearing into the darkness that spawned them. It is a graveyard of broken machines, of tools that were discarded with nary a thought for their feelings. Nobody understood the love they had for the work, their hatred for those who kept them from fulfilling the duties they had been tasked with. Maybe if somebody did, then the junkyard would never have become what it is today.

 

Maybe this rusting grave would never have been a breeding ground for vengeance and terror.

 

skeeeeeet

 

His azure eyes rapidly dash across the junkyard, in search of the noise. He doesn't know why he decided to come here. It had been a whim, a flight of fantasy to keep him preoccupied in his state of ennui. Maybe he shouldn't have. No matter how the rumours depicted him, he was not without fear. He knew of the dangers that this mountain of dead machines held. He knew of the tortured screams that could be heard every night. Yet he still came. Came in the middle of the night, when he could have been resting in the Grand Hotel. And now there was something here with him. He didn't know what. He couldn't find it. Where was the noise coming from? WHERE? WHERE?!

 

ssssssskkkkkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkk

dodge

 

He can't. The steel below him moves. He can only tumble down the hill as machinery erupts from the earth, discarded tools and toys and all sorts of knick-knacks dropping from the sky. He's awoken something. Maybe. Or was it a coincidence? He doesn't know. The rubble is burying him. He can't see. A small hole is his only contact with the night. What's going on. Why is there ...

 

Something glows in the darkness.

 

It's red.

 

He shudders, ice running down his spine.

 

What is -

 

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Ajuni has been the owner of the Grand Hotel for several decades now. He doesn't remember why exactly he bought the small run-down building in the central city plaza, but he doesn't regret it a single bit. Every night he rakes in a decent amount of moolah, especially with the rising house prices (haha, as if there are any houses anymore that aren't complete pieces of ) and the fact that a massive proportion of the City lacks any alternative form of shelter. It's a cozy little business now, with three floors and an actual working bathroom. No running water though - the horror stories he hears from his guests sicken him (how was that even a thing? why?!). There aren't any lights either, with the power issues, but he has one lightstone and a few torches. It's well-off compared to most people, but he knows he can't charge too much for a stay here.

 

It would absolutely ruin him.

 

Speaking of ruin, there's another dispute between to gangsters at a nearby table. The bottom floor serves as a small pub (only serves bulaberry-based drinks: it's far easier to obtain the pest than actual, high-quality fruits that can only be found in mysterious dumpsters around the city), and as such is quite the popular destination for people of all walks of life, whether they be hardened criminals or a street urchin who had pickpocketed just enough for a quick drink. One would expect that it would be rife with conflict, but there's an unsaid decree that anyone who dares ruin this little hotel will meet death. They value the fixer-upper building far too much.

 

It's a tiny slice of comfort in this world of suffering.

 

Alas, it seemed as if the two gangsters failed to realise what the hotel was supposed to be - a place of neutrality. If they wanted to fight, they had to take it out onto the streets.

 

The old Steltian pushed the glass he had been polishing to the side, and reached over to a button underneath the counter.

 

A grappling arm promptly shot out of a nearby wall, startling a random guest, and promptly ripped the head off one gangster, and quickly returned to the wall.

 

The body fell over.

 

"Ack, forgot the other guy."

 

The arm shot out again, still bloody.

 

The other body fell.

 

Silence reigned for a few seconds, but then the guests shrugged, returning to their usual lives.

 

OOC: And here's a starting post to get you all ready! This is the Grand Hotel, which will be the neutral hub of the city. Don't blow it up. Hang around here for interaction if you want, and have fun! (Also the first part of the post doesn't really matter.)

[NorikSigma]

IC: Zarrick

The radiation storm was coming in. Not good.

 

Zarrick made his way to the Grand Hotel. Normally he would generate a magnetic field as a shield on his way home but...

 

Home was on the other side of the city.

 

Entering the Grand Hotel's pub, Zarrick pulled his cloak over him as he gently kicked aside a dead gangster.

 

"A Bula Spin, no chalk," he said to the old Steltian at the counter.

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NPC IC: Ajuni

 

Ajuni nodded, preparing his customer's order and quickly passing it across the counter to the Toa.

 

"Haven't seen you around too much, stranger."

[Geardirector]

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

The crowd of onlookers followed my hand as I threw my head back and downed another helping of the slime that passed for Juice they served at this joint.

 

This was not about the drinks, this about the game, the competition. I'd learned to swallow this gunk like it was a fine wine ages ago, for the purpose of being better at it than anyone else.

 

Across the table from me sat a big, tall Steltian who blinked heavily as he followed suit by swallowing another helping of Bulaberry "juice" himself.

 

"Sure you don't wanna quit while you're behind?" I crooned, as I leaned across the table to set my eyes in him, absentmindedly twirling a widget in my free hand.

 

He burped something that sounded like an innuendo (hey, if he's enjoying his "juice" that much who am I to judge?), and swallowed his next glass. Nodding briefly, I reclined against my chair as I snatched another glass. Down the hatch it went, and up the same hatch a bubbling hiccup blurted out.

 

"Ah ######"

 

OOC: Harata is open for interaction, in the middle of a drinking competition

Edited May 30, 2014 by Gyro Gearloose

[NorikSigma]

NPC IC: Ajuni

 

Ajuni nodded, preparing his customer's order and quickly passing it across the counter to the Toa.

 

"Haven't seen you around too much, stranger."

IC: Zarrick

"No, I don't suppose so. But I've heard good words about this place so, I decided to make my way here," Zarrick sniffed the juice before sipping it.

 

"Not so strong. Any reason why? I'm just curious," Zarrick quickly said before Ajuni took offence.

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NPC IC: Ajuni

 

"All the strong stuff's with those folks," replied the Steltian, gesturing at the drinking competition. "You wanna go check them out? As a favour? Ain't want someone dying of alcohol poisoning in my hotel if something could have been done. Terrible for business."

[NorikSigma]

IC: Zarrick

Forgotten memories of another man's other life flitted through the Fa-Toa's mind. He cracked a small smile.

 

"Okay, I'll check," he said as he finished the chalk-less juice.

 

Zarrick made his way to the drinkers. A Vortixx had finished a glass and belched-hiccuped.

 

He leaned against the wall to watch.

[Geardirector]

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

"Heads up, tall, dark and mysterious in the corner mooning you," the voice in my head I mostly refer to as "brain" chimed in, "get your head out of the gutter"

 

"Hehe, alright" I muttered to myself as I grabbed two glasses of bulaberry juice and downed both shots in one go. Almost immediately I felt a sick punch in my gut as the "juice" sweltered around ravaging my insides. It was pretty unpleasant.

 

But holy ###### was it worth it to see that look on the Steltian's face when he realized just how hard I'd topped him, absolutely priceless.

 

I flicked the widget across the table in a fluid motion, sending it plonking into his glass and splashing the gunk all over him. I knew he was contemplating tearing my head off for that, but the memory of the mechanical arm was still burned pretty freshly into people's retinas. I cocked my head to the side charmingly and said...

 

"Alright, people, fork over the cash, I win again"

Edited May 30, 2014 by Gyro Gearloose

[NorikSigma]

IC: Zarrick

Assuming the Steltian does not press for a re-match, the Vortixx should be alive, after a fashion, but will wake up with a hangover.

 

But just in case they continue and one of them dies, I'll have to continue watching them.

 

Zarrick lit a cigar to keep himself occupied.

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NPC IC: Ajuni

 

"Feisty gal, ain't she?"

[NorikSigma]

IC: Zarrick

"Mm-hm," Zarrick responded. He looked at the lit cigar and flicked the ashes off. He stared intently at it.

 

"You thought I was going to put it in my mouth?" Zarrick absent mindedly asked Ajuni.

 

OOC: Neds moar happening.

[Geardirector]

OOC: Indeed, and I'll be sure to think of something, just bear with me

 

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

I'd finished with the rabble, gotten my widgets and removed myself from the table. In good timing too because not soon after some people got too mad for their own good and I saw the arm swish past again.

 

Instead I walked over to the Toa in the corner, seeing him smoking a cigarette as he watched the proceedings.

 

"You got one for me?" I asked.

Edited May 30, 2014 by Gyro Gearloose

[NorikSigma]

IC: Zarrick

Zarrick looked up from the cigar. He hadn't yet put it in his mouth so...

"Here," Zarrick put the cigar in Hatara's hand.

 

"I trust you're not dead from alcohol poisoning yet?" He asked.

[Geardirector]

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

"Not too far from it" I chuckled, as I accepted the cigarette, feeling the coarse, rough smoke billow down my windpipe as I took a drag, I sighed contentedly as I looked closer at the Toa. He was tall and dark, a bit like that strange assassin no one knows anything about, only he looked kinda scrawny, which was an interesting comparison to the mask he was wearing.

 

"Kind of vampirical" I realized.

 

"So what's your deal hereabouts, O dark and mysterious one?"

[NorikSigma]

IC: Zarrick

"Shelter from the coming radiation storm," he answered matter-of-factly.

 

"You really shouldn't take too many intoxicants at once. I know from experience that it's not... Recommended."

[Geardirector]

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

"Pfft," I scoffed, "that gunk's not good for anything but keeping your throat not-dry"

 

"Appreciate the heads-up, though. So what are we going to do while we wait?"

 

I could think of a few things myself, but I was interested to see what the Toa could think of. A Fa-Toa at that, some images not for public consumption flared through my head.

[NorikSigma]

OOC: "Not for public consumption"

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IC: Zarrick

Zarrick caught the young Vortixx's... Mischievous look.

 

"We could talk."

[Geardirector]

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

Right, because no one ever said this was going to be easy, in the sense of the word you're definitely thinking right now.

 

"I wouldn't mind that at all," I said with a tilt of my head, "name's Harata, what's your's?"

[NorikSigma]

IC: Zarrick

"Zarrick," he replied, taking a quick look at the remaining patrons. They were a rather peaceful lot compared to certain places like the Southern Reach.

 

"What do you do here, then?" He asked.

[Geardirector]

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

"Oh me? In a place like this? Usually I just make time pass, y'know. If something's happening I'm there and if nothing's happening I make stuff happen"

 

"How about you, do you go around saving people like you Toa usually do?"

 

"If so could you consider saving me from my boredom, too?" I almost added, but I didn't say it out loud, I'd make my own fun yet.

[NorikSigma]

IC: Zarrick

Zarrick gave a short, sharp laugh.

 

"Most Toa don't do that anymore. Not since before the Fall.

 

"But I do assist and help those I find wanting help. It's the only purpose I hav- the purpose I choose for myself."

Edited May 31, 2014 by Just Norik

[Geardirector]

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

"Good attitude, 'specially hereabouts" I said with an approving nod as I gave the sigarette a drag, belching the smoke into the air to drift upward to the ceiling, following it with my eyes for a few long moments before I looked back at Zarrick, in all his scrawny Vampire glory.

 

"Feel like helping me out, then?"

[NorikSigma]

IC: Zarrick

Something was.. Not as it seemed...

 

"In what way, exactly?"

 

OOC: I just felt like clarifying just in case, his vampirical look is not Edward Cullen, and more like Count Dracula.

[Geardirector]

OOC: I actually thought as much from the start

 

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

"Oh, a little bit of this, a little bit of that" I said whilst bobbing my head back and forth, almost drawing circles in the air with the cigarette smoke.

 

"I don't suppose you'd feel like some company on your next patrol, would you?"

[Athmos]

IC: Nurrad, Thomast

 

A Vortixx ran quietly across the broken pavement of the streets. There was ample enough people to fix the roads outside the Grand Hotel, but nobody bothered. City was coming down around them, why create the illusion of hope? It was pointless. Nurrad just wanted to get off this city, and far away from here.

She leaped over small barricade. Those things were all over the place, in the desperate, last hours of the government’s attempts to keep order. Now, they were nothing but roadblocks and good for hiding behind.

As she came up to the hotel, she slowed her pace, lightly kicking a few loose rocks around. A small, but loud groan flew through the doors of the Grand Hotel as she entered. It seemed as if somebody just lost at a drinking game. Those were fun to watch, but Nurrad didn’t enjoy partaking in them. Something about the drink these days made her ill.

Avoiding the bar and the drinkers, Nurrad slipped into a booth on the far wall from both. She kept an eye on the other beings before turning her eyes front. A large piece of paper, being held up by tan hands, met her gaze.

“Can you believe this, Nurrad? Rubble prices have dropped for the 62nd week in a row!” the voice behind the paper announced. A small sound as if somebody was jabbing the paper also resounded. “Water is at an all time high, and it looks as if this is the time to sell any pieces of metal you own. I think the prices will be dropping soon.”

Nurrad propped her head up with one hand and sighed. “What are you going on about Thomast?”

The paper was folded down revealing a Glatorian, of middle-age, with gray hair, clean face, and hazel eyes. One could call him handsome, if one was interested in Glatorians pass their prime. “This, Nurrad,” he slapped the paper with the back of his hand, “is the problem. The market is far too unstable to support a city here.”

Nurrad rolled her eyes. Thomast was a visionary and a dreamer. He was certain that the city could come back from ruin, and he was currently the editor, writer, and publisher of The Grand Hotel Times, a collection of obituaries, market prices, and essays on how to improve life. “Thomast, come on...”

Thomast shook his head slowly. “I know you don’t think the same as I, Nurrad, but with enough support, we could begin rebuilding this city, block by block.”

“With enough support, we could make a blimp and float away.”

Thomast frowned, shrugged his shoulders and went back to reading his newspaper. Nurrad leaned against the back of the booth and crossed her arms, looking over at the other beings. Their actions were often more amusing than Thomast’s companionship.

 

 

 

OOC: A little long, but just to give y'all a good idea of them both. Ish.

[NorikSigma]

OOC: I actually thought as much from the start

 

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

"Oh, a little bit of this, a little bit of that" I said whilst bobbing my head back and forth, almost drawing circles in the air with the cigarette smoke.

 

"I don't suppose you'd feel like some company on your next patrol, would you?"

OOC: Well, just felt like throwing it out there, just in case.

IC: Zarrick

Normally he wouldn't like that, but... This Vortixx was... Interesting?

"I don't suppose having some company would be a problem," he finally said.

Edited June 3, 2014 by Just Norik

[Geardirector]

OOC: "Interesting"

 

IC: Harata (Grand Hotel)

 

"Great" I replied with a clasp on his shoulder, tossing the now stumped cigarette away in a nearby overflowing waste bin.

 

"Sure beats hanging around here all day"

[NorikSigma]

OOC: I couldn't think of a better word.

IC: Zarrick

"I agree with that sentiment," Zarrick said and quietly moved her hand away from his shoulder.

 

What had he gotten himself into?

[Perp]

IC: Jack (Pub, Grand Hotel)

 

 

There was not a single click, nor whirr, nor buzz nor spark of life in the cold metallic innards nor upon the smooth glass face of Jack.

 

Its worn and rusting box lay in the corner of the pub, barely pulsating with life itself. The rotting and weathered desk Jack was sitting on was older than the most elderly, twisting trees in parts more lively than this.

 

However, these were not Jack's own thoughts. The rippling and searing lifeblood of electricity did not flow through its circuits. Its face could not be alight with eyes it could not see out of nor a mouth it could not speak out of. Jack made no memories, and no memories were made of Jack.

 

The computer's crank-handle - its only saving grace from an eternity of stillness - lay motionless.

 

OOC: Open for interaction. You'll need to rotate the crank-handle.

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NPC IC: Ajuni

 

"Oi, if you two want to go do something random," called Ajuni to the duo, "take this thing along! It's an eyesore!"

 

He pointed at the computer.

[Athmos]

IC: Thomast, Nurrad

Thomast had laid down his newspaper when he heard the bartender/owner, Ajuni, point out an interesting device in the one corner. Thomast wasn’t one to butt into a conversation, but his curiosity overtook him.

“Excuse me, sir,” he called to Ajuni, “but what exactly is that?” By this time, Thomast had straightened his clothing, as if he was about to greet the King of the Junkyard. Nurrad glanced over her shoulder at the object. “Looks like a computer, Thomast.”

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NPC IC: Ajuni

 

"That's what it is."

[Athmos]

IC: Thomast, Nurrad

 

Thomast was more than a little embarrassed that Nurrad knew what it was, and he, one of the city’s intellectuals, didn’t. Moving on from that, he gave his thanks to Ajuni, and marched over to the small machine. He was slightly hesitant in touching it, and was more than happy to examine it from the outside for a little.

“You should turn the crank.” Nurrad called out from her booth.

“Yes, I was planning on that!” Thomast snapped, as he reached for the crank and began to cycle it. A most interesting piano piece began playing from the depths of the machine. It was the first time Thomast had heard music since the city fell. It was beautifully frightening, a song of despair and hope, Thomast thought.

[25K Now!]

NPC IC: Ajuni

 

"Would appreciate if ya took it away!" he called.

[Perp]

IC: Jack

 

 

The screen of the computer brightened fractionally, and text began to scroll over its face.

 

<<<<<<<<<<<<=>>>>>>>>>>>>

 

......;;//////////////'///'/'/''//'WELCOME {WEEARY TRavELLLLER} , , ,

 

=-=[>>>] HHhOW ARE \you/ TODAY .?.

 

|||o8mrycnt47icwt7unry33nt27y328rcit74o38qmyrx||| [][][][][][][][][][][][]

 

[ no data received ]

 

[ if null response .?. power off () ]

 

[ awaiting ]

 

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[Athmos]

IC: Thomast

 

 

Interesting, the Glatorian thought. He placed his hands on the keyboard and quickly typed a response in the blinking field.

 

 

> I Well. How are you?

 

He hit the enter button, and awaited a response from the machine.

[Perp]

IC: Jack

 

=-=[>>>]unWELL. HhHOW MAY i ASSISt \you/ .?.

 

|||indef87yr37ry7q38qr3suhrhgbnf4||| [][][][][null][]

 

[ display.percent% (33) ]

 

[ awaiting ]

 

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[Athmos]

IC: Thomast

 

Thomast was puzzled. How could a machine know how it was feeling? Prehaps it had a virus of sorts. Thomast knew that computers were capable of holding great amounts of information and programs. This machine could be the center of the revival of the city!

 

First, it needed a name. "Actually, I should ask it its name first. If it has one." he murmered.

 

 

> I What is your name?

 

He hit the enter button, and waited.

[Perp]

IC: Jack

 

Whirr.

 

=-=[>>>] i am

 

Whirrrrrrrrr.

 

=-=[>>>] JAck.

 

WHIRRRRRRRR.

 

=-=[>>>] he nAmed ME THAT LOnG ago. \His/ NAME WAs 1.1.1.1.1.1.1.1.1.expunged , , ,

 

|||memoryerror33533532d3d35f6g7hiiugfwrs||| [null][null][null][null][null][null][]

 

[ display.percent% 21 ]

 

[ awaiting ]

 

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