<b>Same stats as me darkness <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> ? I feel so popular <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo--> (And almost the same history guidline aswell) Also why are some of you using *'s alot ? No need to really. </b>
<span style='color:violet'> He stares at that the little child walking past. 'Stupid little wannabe merc kids, don't think looking hard will make you live long in here, shame that scar didn't finish you off.' He drinks the remainder of his beer and gets up and walks out the bar and starting to make his way to 'the hollow'</span>
<b>Terran, there's no definite storyline, but there's a city being bombed to bits. So I'm not going to run you through a certain plotline, but there's plenty of plot to be made dynamically.
That's right Khaim. And I'd like the rest of the players to use their "names" the first time they mention their character in a post, rather than "he".
And yeah, guess you're right Sparks. Doesn't really sound like the G.A.C. doing that sort of thing. They're still kind of like the western world of today, except they are even better than we are at forgetting the respect for the rest of the world. There might be lies and bombed cities, but taking children away from their homes for the military is not THAT side of the war. Would be the U.E.N. if anything</b>
<i>Sarlex leaves the bar, heading around the corner towards the middle of the city.</i>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> *Adrian tries not to stare directly at the stranger, but look at him through the corner of his eye* *Wondering about this teen is a bit perplexing, but interesting* *Shifting his gaze back to his beer, Adrian takes another sip but keeps his mind on who these two new characters are that caught his eye and what he shoud do next* </span></span> <b>Say, are we supposed to stay together or something? Or are we allowed to like split up into groups or rambo out temporarily until our individual plots really collide? As it seems, Sarlex/Sparks keeps on wandering off and would consequently drag the group off with him if we do have to stay together. Just a question, since this RPG is going to be a bit more dynamic and free-handed.</b>
<b>Well, then I'll just change the names then. The GAC in the background will be the UEN. That way, there's no problem <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*Khan puts the pencil and book away, and takes a drink of the water* "Wonder if they are still after me...." *Khan takes out a small AM/FM radio, searching for a station that works, and clues of the UEN movement*</u></span>
<b>There's no rule about you having to work together. However, it's likely that you, by complete coincidence of cause, happen to end up together one way or another <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
<span style='color:Teal'>*Raziel finishes his drink off in one final swig before looking accross the table at the others.* "Hey, any of you happen to know where the nearest internet cafe' might be? Or anywhere I could find an open connection asides from leeching off a wireless one? I want to get this... buisiness done soon. Then find the quickest shuttle ticket off this rock... Being in the middle of a warzone isn't a very good idea, unless of course you happen to be like our sticky fingered friend from the church." *As Raziel finishes speaking he pulls a personal computer out of his coat pocket and checks to see if there is a wireless signal in the area while muttering under his breath.* "Wouldn't be a bad idea to get this done in a more private place than a frelling internet cafe... But with no residence, that's a little harder to come by in a warzone."</span>
<b><span style='color:red'>"If you're a team of mercs, then I think we should work together. Assignments are getting too tough for just one man to pull off, I should know. If you're tourists, however..." *Anthony notices a fly on the wall next to Adrian's head, in the blink of an eye, he pulls out and throws one of his knives, hitting the fly and, hopefully, scaring the sh!t out of Adrian* "You're going to have to leave the hard way."</span></b>
<span style='color:DarkKhaki'>"Well, son, if you feel you need a hand with a job I'm currently between employers." *Colin offers his right hand to Anthony* "Colin Banks"</span>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> *After noticing the odd punch line, Adrian looks to his side casually and sees a combat knife wedged into the wall, flinching soon after* "Well, umm...young mercenary <i>guy</i>, I'm pretty sure we don't need to start a scuffle in here, of all places. Don't think you'd like to attract unwanted attention in a bar where everyone has a weapon or is just handy with their fists." *He then leans over to Khaim* "Around my college, there are quite a few internet cafes as well as libraries with this sort of internet access. If you really need to, and provided it's still standing, you could use my own connection in my dorm. Roommate is on leave/vacation right now, so there should be no problems. Either way, I'm going now." *Reaching forand quickly finishing his beer, Adrian gets up and starts to walk off to the door rather quickly. He pays for his drink on the way out, leaving a tip as well* </span></span>
<span style='color:Teal'>*As Adrian gets up and leaves Raziel gets up and follows him* "I'll be comming back later for a nice hard drink, if ya need a hand later, give me a yell." *Raziel puts a couple bucks in his empty mug and walks out of the bar, following Adrian*</span>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> *Adrian looks behind and sees Raziel following* "Christ, it sure is a lot better now that we're out of that musty bar. At least now I don't need to worry about catching a stray round, or knife in this case, in the face. Or dying from second hand smoke." *After referencing to some personnal landmarks and any surviving signs, I start to walk back to my campus* "So, what do you want to use? Public connection, or would you like to use my own? Just, try to make sure they don't track it back to me. Wouldn't want to have some hitman come in and put me out while I'm asleep <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->." </span></span>
<span style='color:Teal'>*Raziel continues to follow Adrain through the wreckage of the city.* "Either way works, I'll make sure it's not tracked. Prefferably your dorm I guess... If it's still standing." *He puts his hands in his coat pockets and walks along behind Adrian lost in thought.*</span>
<b><span style='color:red'>*He shakes Colins hand* "Anthony Wilson." *Anthony walks over and retrieves his knife, letting the remains of the impaled fly drop to the floor* "And I'm not the one who needs help, I was wondering if you guys needed any. By the way, who was that guy hiding a custom rifle under his coat. I'm not gonna bother asking anyone who he was based on just the rifle, I didn't get a good look at him, and besides, I don't think anyone else in the bar noticed it."</span></b>
<span style='color:DarkKhaki'>"No bloody idea. He said that he never gives out his name." *Colin rests his left hand on his leg* "He's not a team player, that one."</span>
<span style='color:chocolate'>Ambling up to Colin, Wyzak reaches out and offers a handshake to him.
"Well Colin, this is where we part ways. I don't really feel welcome at Joey's", lowering his voice, he adds, "Too many bad mercs here I feel. I do hope that you can get a job here though. Take care now".
In Wyzak's outstreched hand, is a note that says, "If you need help, you can try contacting me through the bar keep of Ramse's, a bar in the inner city"</span>
<span style='color:DarkKhaki'>"Thanks, been nice meeting you." *Colin shakes Wyzak's hand and takes the note* "Take care." *He turns back to Anthony* "We were a group of people who happened to shelter in the same church. Wyzak was kind enough to point me towards this bar and the others came as well."</span>
<b>I suggest we start adding where we are before posting if we all start to split up.</b>
Location: En route to 'The hollow' <span style='color:violet'>Not really in the mood for walking Sarlex looks around for any taxis that are driving past while he carrys on walking to The hollow.</span>
<b>Yeah, would be nice. If you keep this up, It's going to get hard for me to keep an overview of everyone <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo--> Seems this freedom thing is working like planned, nice to see <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
<i>Sparks - You arrive at the hollow. The mood is quite changed, the silence seems to dominate. Even the barkeep is sitting down without talking, getting up once in a while only to serve a guest quickly. Seems the bombing has changed the scene quite a bit, and a few of the patrons are missing. The ones that are here are sitting silently around the place, waiting for jobs or just plain drinking
Terran, Khaim - You arrive at the campus, or what's left of it. The place has been bombed to splinters. After searching for a while, you find what used to be your place. It seems to have been hit quite badly. The walls are broken, the roof has crashed down, and the furniture has been thrown around quite a bit. On top of that, the whole place is covered in a thick layer of rubble and dust.
Bill, Darkness, Zero - A shady guy approaches your table. He's wearing a new, and loose shirt. Looks like a skater, just darker and more shady: "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be looking for some, you know, 'money', would you?"</i>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> "Well...this certainly can't be good. I wonder what I'll have to do now in order to get a few bucks to get out of here. On the other hand, we don't have an internet connection. Only place left now is either those internet cafes, which are probably leveled as well, or the library. I'm pretty certain they wouldn't nuke the central library, since it's a landmark and all." *Adrian looks at what was his room and sighs* "Well, let's go then. We'll pass by the cafe's en route to the central library. If any of 'em work, we'll just stop there and have you do your thing. Lingering around rubble won't do any of us any good." </span></span>
<i>Bill, Darkness, Zero: He turns his voice to a whisper "It's not that I don't trust people, but I'd appreciate a little privacy when discussing matters such as these. You know, certain things are best not said in front of too many people. If you would follow me, we might be able to avoid unwanted attention."
Khaim - Suddenly, it strikes you that Poland has one thing that's still working. A few years ago, a major virus took out the internet in large parts of the Earth. In fact, a lot of webservers physically burned due to the yet unseen ability of the virus to block for any shutdown method, an exploit of the 2094 hyper-optical technology. That had two consequences. First, the hyper-optical technology security became a major issue all over the universe, and second, a number of Earth nations, including Poland, restructured their complete network, resorting to hybrid network plugs. Working without wiring, these plugs might actually still work even though the rest of the building had been bombed to dust. Problem is that once the short-range network is down, the plug system resorts to long-range connections, making it a piece of cake to track connections through the server. In other words, you could plug in your PDA right here in the rubble, but chance is that someone's going to get to know your geographical location the second they realize you're somewhere you're not supposed to be.</i>
<span style='color:violet'>He goes to the front of the bar and waits to be served, when the Bar man arrives he orders a beer and sits down in the middle of the room looking for some regular clients which he is popular among. 'Dam bombing fetish morons, scared of the customers.'</span>
<span style='color:Teal'>*Raziel stops for a second to look at the hyper-network plug* "Hey... I could access it from here, but they'll know where I was... You plan on comming back here ever again? If you aren't I might as well do it here and then we can book it back to the bar, all the cops are probably off working at the various bombing shelters, or dead from the bombing." *He looks up at Adrian* "If you are planning to come back though, I'll wait until we get to the library."</span>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> "Coming back...well let's see. This place has been completely bombed out. It would take years to accumlate funds for rebuilding and the actual work. I should probably be of graduating age when that happens. Since I'm pursuing a Masters, that'd be way too long. Besides, will they really hold me responsible because someone used my connection port after the area was bombed over? I'd just say someone came over, found the port jutting out of the ground, and used it. Meh." *Adrian looks at what was a center of learning, now just a heap of rocks with a plug somewhere under that heap of rocks* "Help yourself. I'm pulling out of Poland back to the US after I get my tuition money back or get access to my bank account. I'll just watch or try to find anything of mine that survived the bombs." *After observing the rubble for a bit and finding what used to be a windowsill, he points at a section of the rubble* "I'd start looking there. That <i>was</i> where my computer station would of been, along with the port. Anything that works that could help, use it too." </span></span>
*After hearing Adrian's comment about the computer station Raziel walks over and begins to sift through the rubble, looking for the port.* "Allright. What were you majoring in anyway?"</span>
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Also why are some of you using *'s alot ? No need to really.
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He stares at that the little child walking past.
'Stupid little wannabe merc kids, don't think looking hard will make you live long in here, shame that scar didn't finish you off.'
He drinks the remainder of his beer and gets up and walks out the bar and starting to make his way to 'the hollow'</span>
That's right Khaim. And I'd like the rest of the players to use their "names" the first time they mention their character in a post, rather than "he".
And yeah, guess you're right Sparks. Doesn't really sound like the G.A.C. doing that sort of thing. They're still kind of like the western world of today, except they are even better than we are at forgetting the respect for the rest of the world. There might be lies and bombed cities, but taking children away from their homes for the military is not THAT side of the war. Would be the U.E.N. if anything</b>
<i>Sarlex leaves the bar, heading around the corner towards the middle of the city.</i>
*Adrian tries not to stare directly at the stranger, but look at him through the corner of his eye*
*Wondering about this teen is a bit perplexing, but interesting*
*Shifting his gaze back to his beer, Adrian takes another sip but keeps his mind on who these two new characters are that caught his eye and what he shoud do next*
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<b>Say, are we supposed to stay together or something? Or are we allowed to like split up into groups or rambo out temporarily until our individual plots really collide? As it seems, Sarlex/Sparks keeps on wandering off and would consequently drag the group off with him if we do have to stay together. Just a question, since this RPG is going to be a bit more dynamic and free-handed.</b>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*Khan puts the pencil and book away, and takes a drink of the water*
"Wonder if they are still after me...."
*Khan takes out a small AM/FM radio, searching for a station that works, and clues of the UEN movement*</u></span>
"Hey, any of you happen to know where the nearest internet cafe' might be? Or anywhere I could find an open connection asides from leeching off a wireless one? I want to get this... buisiness done soon. Then find the quickest shuttle ticket off this rock... Being in the middle of a warzone isn't a very good idea, unless of course you happen to be like our sticky fingered friend from the church."
*As Raziel finishes speaking he pulls a personal computer out of his coat pocket and checks to see if there is a wireless signal in the area while muttering under his breath.*
"Wouldn't be a bad idea to get this done in a more private place than a frelling internet cafe... But with no residence, that's a little harder to come by in a warzone."</span>
*Anthony notices a fly on the wall next to Adrian's head, in the blink of an eye, he pulls out and throws one of his knives, hitting the fly and, hopefully, scaring the sh!t out of Adrian*
"You're going to have to leave the hard way."</span></b>
*Colin offers his right hand to Anthony*
"Colin Banks"</span>
*After noticing the odd punch line, Adrian looks to his side casually and sees a combat knife wedged into the wall, flinching soon after*
"Well, umm...young mercenary <i>guy</i>, I'm pretty sure we don't need to start a scuffle in here, of all places. Don't think you'd like to attract unwanted attention in a bar where everyone has a weapon or is just handy with their fists."
*He then leans over to Khaim*
"Around my college, there are quite a few internet cafes as well as libraries with this sort of internet access. If you really need to, and provided it's still standing, you could use my own connection in my dorm. Roommate is on leave/vacation right now, so there should be no problems. Either way, I'm going now."
*Reaching forand quickly finishing his beer, Adrian gets up and starts to walk off to the door rather quickly. He pays for his drink on the way out, leaving a tip as well*
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"I'll be comming back later for a nice hard drink, if ya need a hand later, give me a yell."
*Raziel puts a couple bucks in his empty mug and walks out of the bar, following Adrian*</span>
*Adrian looks behind and sees Raziel following*
"Christ, it sure is a lot better now that we're out of that musty bar. At least now I don't need to worry about catching a stray round, or knife in this case, in the face. Or dying from second hand smoke."
*After referencing to some personnal landmarks and any surviving signs, I start to walk back to my campus*
"So, what do you want to use? Public connection, or would you like to use my own? Just, try to make sure they don't track it back to me. Wouldn't want to have some hitman come in and put me out while I'm asleep <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->."
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"Either way works, I'll make sure it's not tracked. Prefferably your dorm I guess... If it's still standing."
*He puts his hands in his coat pockets and walks along behind Adrian lost in thought.*</span>
"Anthony Wilson."
*Anthony walks over and retrieves his knife, letting the remains of the impaled fly drop to the floor*
"And I'm not the one who needs help, I was wondering if you guys needed any. By the way, who was that guy hiding a custom rifle under his coat. I'm not gonna bother asking anyone who he was based on just the rifle, I didn't get a good look at him, and besides, I don't think anyone else in the bar noticed it."</span></b>
*Colin rests his left hand on his leg*
"He's not a team player, that one."</span>
"Well Colin, this is where we part ways. I don't really feel welcome at Joey's", lowering his voice, he adds, "Too many bad mercs here I feel. I do hope that you can get a job here though. Take care now".
In Wyzak's outstreched hand, is a note that says, "If you need help, you can try contacting me through the bar keep of Ramse's, a bar in the inner city"</span>
*Colin shakes Wyzak's hand and takes the note*
"Take care."
*He turns back to Anthony*
"We were a group of people who happened to shelter in the same church. Wyzak was kind enough to point me towards this bar and the others came as well."</span>
Location: En route to 'The hollow'
<span style='color:violet'>Not really in the mood for walking Sarlex looks around for any taxis that are driving past while he carrys on walking to The hollow.</span>
<i>Sparks - You arrive at the hollow. The mood is quite changed, the silence seems to dominate. Even the barkeep is sitting down without talking, getting up once in a while only to serve a guest quickly. Seems the bombing has changed the scene quite a bit, and a few of the patrons are missing. The ones that are here are sitting silently around the place, waiting for jobs or just plain drinking
Terran, Khaim - You arrive at the campus, or what's left of it. The place has been bombed to splinters. After searching for a while, you find what used to be your place. It seems to have been hit quite badly. The walls are broken, the roof has crashed down, and the furniture has been thrown around quite a bit. On top of that, the whole place is covered in a thick layer of rubble and dust.
Bill, Darkness, Zero - A shady guy approaches your table. He's wearing a new, and loose shirt. Looks like a skater, just darker and more shady: "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be looking for some, you know, 'money', would you?"</i>
"Well...this certainly can't be good. I wonder what I'll have to do now in order to get a few bucks to get out of here. On the other hand, we don't have an internet connection. Only place left now is either those internet cafes, which are probably leveled as well, or the library. I'm pretty certain they wouldn't nuke the central library, since it's a landmark and all."
*Adrian looks at what was his room and sighs*
"Well, let's go then. We'll pass by the cafe's en route to the central library. If any of 'em work, we'll just stop there and have you do your thing. Lingering around rubble won't do any of us any good."
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Khaim - Suddenly, it strikes you that Poland has one thing that's still working. A few years ago, a major virus took out the internet in large parts of the Earth. In fact, a lot of webservers physically burned due to the yet unseen ability of the virus to block for any shutdown method, an exploit of the 2094 hyper-optical technology. That had two consequences. First, the hyper-optical technology security became a major issue all over the universe, and second, a number of Earth nations, including Poland, restructured their complete network, resorting to hybrid network plugs. Working without wiring, these plugs might actually still work even though the rest of the building had been bombed to dust. Problem is that once the short-range network is down, the plug system resorts to long-range connections, making it a piece of cake to track connections through the server. In other words, you could plug in your PDA right here in the rubble, but chance is that someone's going to get to know your geographical location the second they realize you're somewhere you're not supposed to be.</i>
"You coming, Anthony?"</span>
<span style='color:violet'>He goes to the front of the bar and waits to be served, when the Bar man arrives he orders a beer and sits down in the middle of the room looking for some regular clients which he is popular among.
'Dam bombing fetish morons, scared of the customers.'</span>
"Hey... I could access it from here, but they'll know where I was... You plan on comming back here ever again? If you aren't I might as well do it here and then we can book it back to the bar, all the cops are probably off working at the various bombing shelters, or dead from the bombing."
*He looks up at Adrian*
"If you are planning to come back though, I'll wait until we get to the library."</span>
"Coming back...well let's see. This place has been completely bombed out. It would take years to accumlate funds for rebuilding and the actual work. I should probably be of graduating age when that happens. Since I'm pursuing a Masters, that'd be way too long. Besides, will they really hold me responsible because someone used my connection port after the area was bombed over? I'd just say someone came over, found the port jutting out of the ground, and used it. Meh."
*Adrian looks at what was a center of learning, now just a heap of rocks with a plug somewhere under that heap of rocks*
"Help yourself. I'm pulling out of Poland back to the US after I get my tuition money back or get access to my bank account. I'll just watch or try to find anything of mine that survived the bombs."
*After observing the rubble for a bit and finding what used to be a windowsill, he points at a section of the rubble*
"I'd start looking there. That <i>was</i> where my computer station would of been, along with the port. Anything that works that could help, use it too."
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*After hearing Adrian's comment about the computer station Raziel walks over and begins to sift through the rubble, looking for the port.*
"Allright. What were you majoring in anyway?"</span>