Jump to content

Recommended Posts

IC:

 

"Yes, I'm sure it was the Hard Rock, sister."

 

"I'm just saying, brother. I don't feel Warren around anywhere. Do you?"

 

"...No," the young man admitted as he entered the casino and immediately locked eyes with the bartender. "But she might."

 

He'd gotten his license while taking classes as University of Southern Cal a couple years ago, and he knew that pretty bartenders always remembered handsome faces. It made for better people skills, better chances at conversation, and most of all - better tips. So he strode forward, Annie Worthington trailing him by a foot or two curiously, and stopped in front of the bar, leaning over to smile at the bartender. "Um, excuse me, I'm...my sister and I are looking for a friend of ours. About my height and weight, looks a good bit like me, blonde hair. Kind of has a bit of an attitude in his walk, if you know what I mean..."

 

"Err...Warren?"

 

"Yeahhh. Warren. Guessing he tried to flirt with you?"

 

"More than tried," the barkeep admitted bashfully, and the hyperkinetic grinned, though the look was only surface deep as he contemplated his father hamming it up with some pretty girl just hours after snapping Ashlynn's neck like a branch.

 

"If you see him, could you tell him that his friend was asking about him?"

 

"And, err...your name?"

 

Now the grin was real.

 

"Alaric Carlisle."

 

-Tyler

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:"I don't believe in magic." Rebekah translated, grabbing a soda and taking a long sip. "What people call magic is just science that we don't understand yet. Any sufficiently advanced technology, after all, would be indistinguishable from magic."

fK5oqYf.jpg

 

On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

  Breaking Point: An OTC Mecha RPG

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

"Wait, when you say we, you mean..."

 

Dallas stopped and bit his lip, finally putting the pieces together of Shadow's sudden reappearance. He searched her face but found nothing, as he'd half-expected; her heterochromatic eyes were purple-and-red tinted steel, opaque. Undecipherable. Cold.

 

"Who else is here?" he asked, unable to keep a discordant note of hope in his voice quiet.

 

IC:

 

"Killjoy," Brooklyn pouted.

 

-Tyler

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:"No one. I was sent to pass along the message, and to determine what damage had been wrought by our interference. So they sent the hound. And since I know ou are going to ask, I do not know if they are coming. Perhaps they are content to send along the warning, and leave this universe to sort out its problems."

 

IC:"Is it unusual not to believe in it?"

fK5oqYf.jpg

 

On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

  Breaking Point: An OTC Mecha RPG

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC: Todd Sisters and Paranoid.The girls made there way back to the remains of the manor, exiting the vehicle and saw the other students.IC: Zac and Caleb"Is this going to work?" Caleb asked. Zac had made a rope of blankets that should be long enough to reach the ground. "Yes," Zac said as he grabbed the makeshift rope, "I'll hold on tight and you lower me down, simple as that, then you climb down,""Zac you still have that twisted foot and arm!" "We can find a healer mutant to fix that,""And transportation?""We will cross that bridge when we get to it," Zac said as he tied the blanket rope around his waist and shoulders and nodded to Caleb.

"Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become,"-C.S. Lewis


 


 


 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC: As the Morlocks and their assembled allies ran through the twisting root-paths of the Big House, the guards closed in on them. Normally they'd take one of the electric trams, zoom a whole load of troops in front of the intruders and trap them, but Alec had done a pretty good job of mucking up their electrics and the overhead monorails the trams ran on were still out of action. So they had resorted to Plan B.

The defending guards came in on the back of a millipede.

Standing on the creature's carapace they swiftly opened fire. And not with the tranq guns they'd used on White Lightning either, now there was live ammo. Lucia Callasantos went down for a moment as a couple of shots tore through her, but her healing factor had her back up and walking swiftly.

 

"Blast through the walls and split up!" Leech shouted. Between guns and ants they couldn't win this fight. They needed to stay mobile

7AOYGDJ.jpg

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

"Of course," Dallas mumbled, clearing his throat. "I mean...really, right? Why would they give a about the people here, right? They're just names and faces. Buncha stupid, shiny, happy people who look like the devils we knew way back when. Right?"

 

"I have no response to that. I have done my job. Now I wait for further instructions."

 

"Yeah, well, I hope you brought an overnight bag. You'll be waiting for a while. I've been here for weeks after I was supposed to be on a quick taxi mission, you think anyone's come calling about me yet? Or Card? Psh."

 

-Tyler

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

I made a hole in the wall by blasting a shock grenade in it. As they others went in, a bullet zoomed right by me. I fired bolts and grenades at the guards on the millipede. Especially the millipede. Those things are disgusting. I threw a shock grenade, just as the millipede went over it, it exploded.

 

I went into the hole and followed the others, looking back to see if they were following us.

gallery_110528_107_5250.jpg

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

Then it came: it was a ripple, a simple spasm in the air by the breezeway that linked one of the actual school facilities to the main lobby. Then there was a loud cry of "DROP THE BASS!" that split the quiet that had descended between Dallas and Victoria. Then there was a flash of light not unlike the ones that had first signified the Ultimates arrival, one that seemed to crash through the ceiling without so much as singing the structure around it. The light cleared, twinkling out like a firefly's glow, and in its stead was a tall, slender girl with tattered skinny jeans, a worn looking Taking Back Sunday tee, and an Oakland Raider's snapback that covered long black hair. The figure's eyes were covered by a pair of black and red checkered Von Zippers, and her grin spread up to her cheeks, crinkling her face and obscuring more of it.

 

"Zack was right about the traveling dimensions thing," she noted in a stage whisper that belied her total awe, straightening the snapback so the brim leaned to the right of center. "It really is like falling off a ride at Busch Gardens."

 

-Tyler

Edited by Dallas Winston

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:"To be precise it is your senses trying to come to terms with the sudden disappearance and reappearance of any form of gravity." Rebekah commented, deadpan as always.

 

"Do you have instructions for me?"

 

IC:"Brooklyn, for a second there, I felt like something in the universe was really, really wrong."

fK5oqYf.jpg

 

On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

  Breaking Point: An OTC Mecha RPG

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

"...We were supposed to get instructions?"

 

IC:

 

"I know. It's as if ten thousand Brebekahs had their cuddling session rudely interrupted by a weird version of Hank at once, and then were suddenly silenced by a stay in detention."

 

-Tyler

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:"I was told to travel to this dimension, pass a message to whoever was in charge, and wait for further instructions. There have been no further instructions." She replied.

 

"I am going to take your response as an answer in the negative."

 

IC:

 

"... What's a "Brebekah"?"

fK5oqYf.jpg

 

On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

  Breaking Point: An OTC Mecha RPG

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

Downstairs, for some unbeknownst reason, Dallas snickered.

 

IC:

 

"It's our ship name. You know. I made it up by mashing together the words Brooklyn and Rebekah so that we can refer to ourselves in third person plural if someone ever asks us who we are."

 

-Tyler

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:"... I'm going to pretend I understand what you just said." Rebekah replied, taking another long drink from her soda. "You know, we've been away from New York for a long time, Think everyone made it back alright?"

fK5oqYf.jpg

 

On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

  Breaking Point: An OTC Mecha RPG

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

Rebekah's cheerful expression dimmed a bit, as she pondered the details she had been avoiding. "But something doesn't feel right. I mean, yeah, they've survived worse, but never without casualties. Last time giant robots were in the mix, Smith had to turn himself in, and I...""Besides, there's something else. Haven't you noticed how few people there are here? This is California in spring, shouldn't there be lots of people? And there's hardly anyone walking around. It's like everyone's afraid of something."

fK5oqYf.jpg

 

On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

  Breaking Point: An OTC Mecha RPG

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

Deep in the bowels of dark, dim lighted laboratory, the black haired scientist worked intensely on a small, circular device at his worktable. Arcs of electrical energy course through the metallic coils that protruded from his back, making a constant hum.

 

For more than a week he'd locked himself in the lab, not to be bother by anything but the most important messages. While he had HYDRA to thank for his nearly unlimited resources and manpower to conduct his experiments, he still had to answer to....him.

 

In return for the means to work on his projects and other more personal plans. He'd given HYRDA the latest, greatest, and most advance tesla weaponry the world had ever seen. Many HYRDA soldiers had already been outfitted with the tesla weapons, gauntlets that gave the users the ability to electrocute and fry anything or anyone who stood in their way. Nowhere nearly as powerful as the doctor's own powers, but they were still quite deadly.

 

Finally, after painstaking, frustrating dead ends, the circular device began to glow a bright blue. He had done it! Using the stolen information on the Arc Reactor from the bottom levels of the Stark Tower, he had finally duplicated Stark's prized invention.

 

The Arc reactor flickered a bit in his palm, admittedly it was imperfect and dwarfed the power output greatly compared to Stark's. Still, the fact that he'd gotten this far was quite an accomplishment.

 

 

IC: Ashley
Ashley watched as the cat and it's kitten passed out of the window's view completely, she sighed. "Hey Dallas...think we could go to the park later?" She asked hopefully, but there was a bit of fear mixed in her emotions. While her bubbliness and optimism made it seem otherwise, she was quite aware of the dark things that had been happening in the country, mainly MACE's recent actions toward mutants. She knew well enough with herself being unregistered she could easily wind up in trouble, even in the pretty laid back environment of California. Only reason no one had come for her yet was likely cause of Dallas, no one had dared come for the famous mutant, or even near his home.
Still, what could a simple trip to the park hurt? Sure it was fairly obvious that she was a mutant, and had been seen using her powers on the plantlife in the park. Though the only thing she had done was make the park prettier, who'd ever get angry at her about that?
Still, the idea of having MACE soldiers take her away somewhere and outfit her with some sort of suppression device terrified her. It wasn't even so much the fact that she wouldn't be able to use her powers as how much it reminded her of her time in Weapon X. No matter how hard she tried to purge the memories of that place out of her mind sometimes she'd still get...flashes of images, sounds, screams...
IC: Nathan
"We should find Dallas....and then you..." I pointed at Jesika's chest, or tried to...couldn't seem to keep my finger straight. "....should hug him to death."
I cackled.
Edited by A billion cats

363513066_tobecont.png.5b057f495e0794e9450207c84546738e.png
My Bzprpg ProfilesGhosts of Bara Magna

Skyra | Hakari | Oceanna | Taleen | Arisaka | Zanakra | Kaminari | Drakkar

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

"I didn't get orders. Dal, did you--"

 

Dallas' look nipped Brooklyn's innocent question in the bud, and he turned his gaze back to Rebekah, who was now staring rigidly ahead again.

 

"You're not expecting orders, are you, Rebekah?"

 

"..."

 

The former Weapon was silent for a long moment, with perhaps the briefest flicker of something hidden in her eyes. "I am a weapon. It doesn't matter whose finger is on the button, it is my job to listen to what I am told.

"Whether orders come or not, I will do what I was instructed to do. I will wait for those orders."
Jesus.
Dallas had been outside the first day Rebekah had materialized out of nowhere; he'd been showing off his parkour skills to John when she had materialized from the thinnest of the early-autumn air. From her earliest she'd been cold and callous, finally opening up around Alaric. The time when they were together was the time where she was something resembling a normal teenager. After Alaric bit the dust, after the Institute crumbled, after...everything...she had snapped. And now here she was, saying she had unsnapped. Dallas knew the tiny tells that meant a person had snapped or whether they hadn't snapped; a lot of times, he would wake up in the dorm that had used to belong to this universe's Dallas Green, he'd look in the mirror, and he'd look for those same tells just to make sure something hadn't gone terribly wrong in the dead of night.
And after weeks - months - of looking for those tells, picking out the differences in them, Dallas could tell that Rebekah Fell hadn't entirely pulled herself together yet. And psycho or not, she was still familia. All he had left.
So he crossed the distance between them in about four or five steps towards the girl who was probably the closest thing he had to a twin sister. And he gave Rebekah Fell what could have been the first hug she'd gotten in years. Maybe ever.
-Tyler
Edited by Dallas Winston

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hard Rock Bar.

 

Normally, Taralynn tried to pay attention to her surroundinngs but at the moment she was a little too stressed out. So, when the bartender called her name and asked her if she was "Gonna knock another one back" it took her a minute to catch on. 'Holy ****, he just asked me if I wanted a drink!' Tara thought to herself quickly before replying, "Uh...Okay". Taralynn sat down at the bar, hoping the drink would clear up some of her dizziness.

Life comes, and life goes, flowing like the tide.


Peace ebbs, and peace flows, often fleeting just like time.


Love can last, but only so, there isn't much before you die.


People pass, come to and fro. And eventually revenge too, doe lie.



For in the the end, it's only the vengent who lasts forever.



The Vengent Spectre.


....................

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:When Dallas hugged her, he found something surprising.

 

She was even smaller than she looked. Even now, one could clearly feel the muscles in her body, carefully toned to maximum efficiency, but that's all that was there. There was no excess flesh, none of the slight layer of fat that even the most fit athlete will keep. It was as if she had simply stopped caring about any aspect of herself other than her performance on the battlefield. For a long moment, she was completely still.

 

Then, slowly, awkwardly, she patted him on the back. It was more a sign that he could let go now than anything else, but it was still a painful reminder of how socially inept she was. The movement was slow, methodical, but rigid, as if she'd forgotten how it was supposed to be done.

 

"I should set up camp on the lawn. It would be illogical to trouble the students here further."Heterochromatic eyes briefly glanced at the handful of students that hadn't left when the ultimates began to arrive. Without exception, every one of them looked away.

 

"I suspect my presence upsets them."

fK5oqYf.jpg

 

On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

  Breaking Point: An OTC Mecha RPG

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

"Huh? I didn't ask for a drink--"

 

"Uh...okay."

 

PFFFFFFFFWAT.

 

"Ric? You okay?"

 

Alaric's deep blue eyes cut a path across the bar to the sound of the meek, soft voice that had given the affirmative for a drink, then back to the bartender. The hyperkinetic shook his head, upping his voice so that it was audible across the bar, and then he leaned forward to make eye contact with the bartender.

 

"She wants a Coca-Cola on the rocks. My sister and I will have bourbon."

 

Leaving Annie in a mild state of confusion to hold their spot at the bar, Alaric stalked down the bar and then took a turn, stopping and squeezing Tara's shoulders from behind so she couldn't get much of a glimpse of who it was.

 

"Hey, who gave you the right to touch me?" she snapped, trying to wriggle around.

 

"Who gave you a fake I.D.?"

 

-Tyler

Edited by Dallas Winston

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hard Rock Bar.

 

"Who gave you a fake I.D.?"

 

Even with her head swimming from the blackouts, Taralynn's mind instantly recognized the voice, the feel of the hands. Alaric Carlisle. Taralynn's first reply was fairly short, " ****! " then she got her bearings and slowly relaxed in his grip. "um....I'd answer you if I knew who you were, but at the moment I'm trying figure out one good reason I don't throw you across this room, and then burn your face off." Tara growled.

Life comes, and life goes, flowing like the tide.


Peace ebbs, and peace flows, often fleeting just like time.


Love can last, but only so, there isn't much before you die.


People pass, come to and fro. And eventually revenge too, doe lie.



For in the the end, it's only the vengent who lasts forever.



The Vengent Spectre.


....................

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

"One good reason: because you luuuuv me," Alaric replied with a pleasant little chirp. "Two good reasons: because you luuuuv me and because I just bought you a Coca-Cola and didn't completely call you out on the fact that you technically haven't graduated yet. Honorable mention on the list of good reasons?"

 

Alaric reached for the stool Tara was sitting on and spun it around with a hand, catching it so she didn't go flying as soon as she made eye contact with him. The history teacher looked down at Tara - yep, same clothing, same angelic ultramarine eyes, same coy, playful grin, slightly darker black hair, and definitely the same face; it was the same Alaric - and stuck his tongue out between his teeth so that the tip barely protruded from past his mouth.

 

"I'm still a teacher, Firebird, and I can still give you detention up the wazoo so fast if I see so much as a spark above my hair."

 

-Tyler

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hard Rock Bar.

 

"One, I hate Coke. Two, I don't give a **** about school, especially right now. " Tara said, glaring. "And three,...ughh!" Tara moaned, as she tried to stand up and her world began to spin, and she fell foward. Something was wrong, she cound still think, Taralynnn thought to herself as she was falling. Normally she would have blacked out by now.

Life comes, and life goes, flowing like the tide.


Peace ebbs, and peace flows, often fleeting just like time.


Love can last, but only so, there isn't much before you die.


People pass, come to and fro. And eventually revenge too, doe lie.



For in the the end, it's only the vengent who lasts forever.



The Vengent Spectre.


....................

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

"How much have you already had to drink, Tara?" Alaric asked, brow furrowed as he caught her in his grip easily. Tara looked up at him with pained, annoyed orange eyes that seemed to pulse and glow.

 

"I haven't had anything, alright?"

 

Alaric sighed, not really sure if there was something wrong or not yet but figuring he might as well do something about it now. The hyperkinetic closed his eyes and focused with his telepathy, gently pushing his way into Tara's psyche and trying to see what was what.

 

IC:

 

"No, it's alright. There's plenty of dorms aroun--"

 

A large, angry sounding howl cut the rest of the Ultimate chronokinetic's words off before they could be produced; it sounded as though it were an echo from far away and the procession of predators advancing directly behind them. Dallas tensed, Rebekah still in his arms; slowly, he pulled away, his eyes meeting hers. Her eyes narrowed.

 

"I wasn't aware you had wolf problems in this version of Westchester. Especially not during the early spring."

 

"We don't."

 

-Tyler

Edited by Dallas Winston

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hard Rock Bar.

 

"How much have I had? I don't know. I might have had one or two, I don't remember. Not like it matters anymore anyway." Taralynn groaned softly in repsponse as she tried to get up, her eyes flaring in annoyance at her own frailty. "What the **** are you doing here anyway?!" she asked, her orange curls bouncing suddenly as she looked up at Alaric.

Life comes, and life goes, flowing like the tide.


Peace ebbs, and peace flows, often fleeting just like time.


Love can last, but only so, there isn't much before you die.


People pass, come to and fro. And eventually revenge too, doe lie.



For in the the end, it's only the vengent who lasts forever.



The Vengent Spectre.


....................

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hard Rock Bar.

 

"Your dad? I thought he was dead!" Tara said, scrunching her face in confusion.

Life comes, and life goes, flowing like the tide.


Peace ebbs, and peace flows, often fleeting just like time.


Love can last, but only so, there isn't much before you die.


People pass, come to and fro. And eventually revenge too, doe lie.



For in the the end, it's only the vengent who lasts forever.



The Vengent Spectre.


....................

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

"Well, that's the crux of the matter, isn't it? We all did, until our little vacation up to Canada around October. You've missed a lot, Tara...speaking of which, where have you been? Your Christmas present's been sitting under the driver's seat of my Ferrari forever."

 

-Tyler

SAY IT ONE MORE TIME 

TELL ME WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:

 

"Well, couldn't we just nab him tonight?" Hughes leaned back in his chair. He messed with a Rubik's cube, somewhat infuriately as he attempted to solve the puzzle. He had yet to even get one side a full color yet.

 

"We think he's being monitored."

 

"This is America. Everone is being monitored all the time. They just don't know it. The feds, foreign countries, MACE, SHIELD..." Hughes tossed the cube onto the desk, dully watching it clatter over reports of his public revenue... As well as some of this less-than-legal activities too.

 

"That sounds cynical, Mr. Hughes..."

 

"I can be a cynical man when I'm irritated. Tell the freak-team to get him tonight, when he tries to sneak out."

 

"His parents will suspect-"

 

"Someone. Not us. Even if they did, they'll never find him. No one ever finds them."

 

"Yes, Mr. Hughes."

 

The manager walked out of Hughes' office, going to alert the hit-team to Hughes' orders. As for Hughes himself... He continued to recline in his chair, satisfied. His collection was coming along nicely, and this mutant would make a nice addition to it. Of course, he was a SHIELD agent. Sidelined or not, Hughes knew that he'd have to work on this one before he could have him join the hit-team. Too much nice in him for Hughes' taste. He would have to iron it out, make the mutant more... Willing to obey his orders.

 

Meanwhile, in New York, Will was taking his typical night stroll. The previous day, he had gone to school. He didn't cause any trouble, but received a black eye none-the-less.

 

When he'd gotten on the bus, he'd been confined to the front seat, where the driver could keep an eye on him. The rest of the students sat at least three seats away from his, watching him as if he might leap out and start trying to hurt anyone. He had barely gotten off the bus and into the school when a small group of students went up to him, the lead of them grabbing Will's shoulder, and then punched the Lumokinetic in the face. Looking back, will was thankful that his nose hadn't been broken. Will had tried to go to the nurse after that, only for the nurse to proclaim that he was 100% alright, and didn't need anything from her. The rest of the day was a blur to him. Nobody else did anything that drastic to him, but his teachers moved him away from the other students, gave him more, and harder work to do, and ignored him and his questions. When he tried to buy lunch, the people working there ordered him to get out of the cafeteria. When he got home, he went to his room, where his father was waiting for him, and once he was inside, he could hear his father locking Will inside.

 

The only solace he had from the day was that he could go out at night, and do almost whatever he wanted. He could easily play their game.

 

As Will K. Ambrose thought about this, he didn't notice the white van slow to a crawl behind him. He also didn't notice the figure who leaned out of it, holding a gun in their hand. He didn't notice... Until the dart embedded itself in his back, and the fast-acting drug entered his system. Will reached around, his hand barely groping the dart as drowsiness washed over to him, and he fell, face-first into the ground.

 

As the same person who had shot Will dragged his unconscious body into the van, he joked to his friend, "If all SHIELD agents are this easy, we might as well storm them now and be done with the whole thing!"

 

That earned him a few chuckles.

 

As well as a snicker from Hughes, who was listening in on the hit-team in his office. He couldn't let his minions think that they were free from Hughes' control when they weren't at home base.

 

That would almost be nice to them. And Hughes could never stand being nice to Mutants, even if they did work for him.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

IC:Silently, with a brief flare of light, a weapon appeared in Rebekah's right hand that could best be called a hand cannon. A pistol of massive size, she hefted it with an unnerving ease.

 

"John."

fK5oqYf.jpg

 

On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

  Breaking Point: An OTC Mecha RPG

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

×
×
  • Create New...