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Kamiroo Wolf
06-04-2016, 04:38 PM
Sanctuary


Well now look at you. Homeless, hungry, broken, afraid. But what about those who ignore you, those who simply pass you by on the street without so much as a second glance. Each one of them you have helped at least once in your life, for this is the person you are. You aid the weak, guide the strong, and give a purpose to every life... and yet they pretend not to know you. They are... sinners...and forgetful ones at that. Your heart, although not absolutely pure, is light in terms of corruption, therefore I have chosen you... to cleanse them as well.

Blood trickled down the gold of Sencarn's claws, his crimson eyes only half open as the child's frantic gurgling came to an end. From the puncture wounds seeped the fluid, the child's now stilled eyes staring blankly into the face of his killer as another powdery substance began to emanate from the holes in his throat. It was now that the incarnation of sin opened his eyes, the powder ascending to his pupils almost instantly as each and every one of the young boy's now slain memories flooded Sencarn's mind.

"Theft. Murder. Countless Lies. Rape?" Sencarn's eyes shifted under the analysis, the fourteen year-old's past painting quite the vivid picture just before the sin incarnate dropped him back onto the street. For each sin collected his eyes grew lighter, the once dark red pupils given to him at birth now a steady crimson as his most recent victim had been passed on to be judged. So many people had come before the child, each and every one of their faces the same as his own. They were always confused. They had thought they'd been leading pure lives, a life their "Father" had wanted them to live based on the hand they'd been dealt. Thugs, priests, pastors, rapists, drug lords... none were exempt, and not a single one of them could understand why.

Sencarn dropped his hand to the boy's tunic covered chest, the golden gauntlet on his hand radiating a pristine aura as the boy's body slowly began to calcify from the point of contact. Gold spread like a virus, no inch left uncovered as the child's sinful vessel was slowly turned rich. Sencarn pulled his hand away from the child and frowned in question.

"What would happen," He whispered silently to himself, "if their God decided to give them a second chance?"

The thought was cut short, Sencarn's golden clawed gauntlet warping into a monocle made from a similarly prosperous material. In the single lens was an old friend of his, a psychopath by the name of Gus, whose many years surrounded by death had left the man able to find humor in just about any thing. However, it was apparent here that this was no laughing matter, as the straightness of Gus' features only suggested the worst of what Sencarn had already been fearing.

"They put three more gladiators out of commission today, Sin, and yet more and more are signing to the same fate. They see it as the only way to get by, the only way society will accept them. I understand your foresight is working as best it can, but at this rate you aren't going to be able to fetch them all before it's too late. I'm all for dead bodies, but not when they belong to those we're supposed to be there for. Not even a week in and our name is a joke. Recruitment needs to start. My estimates sugge-"

"Oh, enough of your estimates, Gus" Sencarn snapped back, a rift in space-time opening before him as he spoke. "I shall approve your recruitment, but you must promise me that the people you bring in are of no relation to yourself or your past. The last thing we need is to become a den of slobbering psychopaths, and I dread the idea to having to collect such a vast number of sins from my best friend and his goons."

The scientist glanced over to Sencarn with a confident grin plastered on his face, his boss now glaring directly from beside him with golden child tucked under his arm. "As though I would let another two-bit 'Dr.Eggman' take my spotlight. You have my word that I will be sensible and indiscriminate in my selection."

"I hope so, for both your and their sake. Remember we are a home above all else, and that our mission is to show our people and people like us that we don't have to participate in their blood sport in order to be accepted. Make it clear, the corruption in that system, and let them all know that revolution is the only answer capable of producing favorable results."

"Will do, and well said. So... what's with the shiny kid?"

"Oh, this? I'm taking him to the 'boiler room'. Someone's gotta pay bills around here."
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Sanctuary was founded by Sencarn, whose innately kind and selfless nature lead to his own ruin. In the wake of his homelessness, a vision presented itself to the young man and set him on a path. To make a very long story short, Sencarn obtained his power at the end of his path, which allows him to manipulate powers incarnated to represent to seven cardinal sins known as Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Pride, Wrath, and Sloth. Upon returning to his life, his power over greed allowed the man to turn anything he touched long enough into solid gold, which allowed him to build and furnish an underground sanctuary deep beneath the city from whence he came. Sencarn knew this wasn't the end of his journey and searched for the true purpose of his power, only to find himself disgusted by the people he once aided and supported. Needless to say, his personality had changed. He found a purpose reaping their sins, only to discover he had an even greater calling when he happened upon a very old friend of his by the name of Gus. As it turned out, Gus had become a very accomplished murderer and overall sketchy figure, but the incarnation of sin was unable to bring himself to kill what was once dearer to him than a brother. That didn't stop him from knocking some sense into Gus, though. After a one-sided stomp spar, Sencarn asked that Gus join him underground in a cause without a purpose. Gus suggested that Sencarn look into the RHG system, which leads us to where we are now. The two recruits Gus wanted ended up being Giselle and Gramps, followed by Winston. Aaaaand now you're all caught up to speed on the history.

As for the mission of Sanctuary, its core purpose for the people is to offer a home away from home to all who seek it, though the more dedicated member's seek to shed light on the corruption within the RHG system and bring the entire structure down. They see the slavelike system as little more than mere entertainment for the masses and puppetmasters pulling the strings, and intend to do away with the entire system in favor of world where you aren't awarded "brownie points" and petty cash for the slaughter of others.



Sanctuary's home base is a massive underground castle/military base featuring multiple master bedrooms, a large banquet hall, training/spar rooms, outfitted kitchens, toilets(of course), armory, library and etc. It may seem like a lot, but when you offer up a boulder's worth of gold, you'd be surprised how quick people are to give things away. The entire base is funded by Sencarn.

The main entrance to Sanctuary exists in the center of a secluded forest just out of the way of your character's main location(Vague City for some, Sierra Pines for others). However, there are additional hidden entrances scattered throughout the world and what lies behind each door is the essentially the same narrow, extended, stone stairwell that leads newcomers to the Sanctuary's Library.

The Library is the main area of the base, occupied by various tables and chairs and books scattered throughout the room. The bookshelves that line the walls are all completely stocked with knowledgeable tales, tomes, and recordings. Some tables even have computers at them but decent reception and internet connection are noticeably absent in the underground lair. Connected to the library are three other main rooms: The Dining Hall, the Training/Spar Rooms, and the Living Quarters.



Straight through the library at the center of Sanctuary's base is the Dining Hall. Though the base is practically devoid of members, Sencarn plans to host social events every now and again to bolster the clan's reputation. Here in the dining hall you will find elongated tables and chairs of classic fashion. Adorning the walls and the edges of the room you will find prime decor and artistry from many different eras, though not too far between. This room is connected to three sub rooms and one main room(Library): The Library(South), The Kitchen(West), Miscellaneous Storage(East), and Sencarn's Study(North). Most of Sanctuary's members just eat off-site or in their rooms.

To the South of the Dining Hall is the Library(covered above).

To the East is the Kitchen. Though stocked, clean, and ready for use, the facility is hardly as lively as it could be. Everything has a pristine, white finish and there are several stoves/ovens/tabletops/Etc. available for use at all hours of the day. Fairly small compared to other rooms.

To the West is the Miscellaneous Storage room. It's literally just a big, empty, cold space of concrete that Sencarn is saving for any large pickups/cargo/renovation. Great for echoes and games of tag, should one desire to play. Size is second only to the Library. Connects to Gus' Laboratory.

To the North is Sencarn's Study, the smallest of the rooms. Within you'll find copies of all Sanctuary's ACR targets, his living quarters(unfavorably messy), and other documents. Not off limits, but he doesn't enjoy people loitering there. End of the line.





The Training/Spar Rooms are 3 connected dojos reinforced and outfitted to withstand the fiercest duels. While all of Sanctuary has been built to resist cave-ins, the spar rooms have been specially crafted to withstand essentially everything from both the inside and outside. Spars can be spectated from the Library. Connected to these interlocking spar rooms are two sub rooms and one main room(Library): The Armory(East), The Library(West), and Gus' Laboratory(North).

To the East of the Sparring Rooms is the Armory, a sub room that acts as both a, well, armory and a museum. This is where Sanctuary keeps any confiscated weaponry, armor, or technology they plan to use, contain, or destroy at a later date. Small area, but intricately designed and laid out. End of the line.

To the West of the Sparring Rooms is the Library(covered above).

To the North of the Sparring Rooms is Gus' Laboratory. A decently sized area where Gus spends most of his time, you'll find various viles, vats, and even a few caged experiments out and about on a good day. He doesn't have a bed in the room, but sleeps there most of the time regardless. Connects and is located between the Spar Rooms as well as the Miscellaneous Storage area





The Living Quarters are a series of hallways lined with restrooms, one or two med-bays, and a good amount of master bedrooms well-tended and overseen by Gramps. The theme here is similar to that of the Library and Dining Hall areas, but members of Sanctuary are encouraged to decorate their rooms to their liking. These hallways lead to two sub rooms and one main room(Library): The Kitchen(North), the Holding Area(East), and the Library(West).

To the North of the Living Quarters is the Kitchen(covered above).

To the East of the Living Quarters is the Holding Area. It's a fairly small area but hosts a number of decent rooms that Captured and Contained ACR targets are held in until further notice. Prisoners are fed, cared for, and allowed restricted freedoms. End of the line.

To the West of the Living Quarters is the Library(covered above).








Relatives: Unknown
Age: 18

Short Bio: Born a normal person with an immense heart and compassion, Sencarn was so generous in his living that he eventually saw his own ruin due to his obsessive helping of others. It was at his lowest, however, that a voice reached out to Sencarn, guiding him on a path that eventually led him to obtain power over the Seven Sins. He used these powers to reap the evil from people and vice versa, but now is much more concerned with freeing gladiators from the barbaric RHG system.

Abilities:



Taking on the form of a Golden Monocle, Sencarn can use this item to instantly obtain knowledge of a person's whereabouts, speak to them from wherever he may be, and even teleport to them when out of combat.





Taking on the form form of a Golden Clawed Gauntlet, Sencarn can use this item for close range combat as well as utilizing the gloves "Midas Touch" ability, which slowly turns anything he touches long enough into solid gold.





Taking on the form of a Golden Spear, Sencarn can use this item in combat. The spear is special in the sense that it's puncturing power is multiplied based on the strength Sencarn uses. For instance, a thrust strong enough to puncture wood will puncture metal.






Under Development. Be back soon.





Taking on the form of a Golden Flintlock Pistol, Sencarn can utilize this item to deliver a powerful blast of golden dust to anyone he wishes, blasting them back and infecting them with the Incarnation of Greed's "Midas Touch", which slowly spreads from wherever the victim was hit and eventually encase them in a layer of gold. The force of the blast is strong enough to throw a man back a decent distance and, though typically non-lethal, is capable of breaking bones at close enough distances(point blank being the only potentially lethal range).

At any point, Sencarn's pistol can absorb and devour the gold spreading on a Victim's body, curing them and drawing in the dust to bolster its next shot. The more dust collected, the more powerful and linear the next shot becomes. When the gun is filled, it will no longer be able to remove the gold from an afflicted person and the next shot will be powerful enough to leave a clean hole through even the most durable of metals.



Under development. Be back later.


Taking on the form of a Golden Tower Shield, Sencarn cannot move or maneuver while holding this item. His entire body is weighed down as it is naturally strapped to his arm, however the shield cannot be penetrated so... yeah.


Appearance:
Sencarn's eyes were once a maroon color, however due to his collecting of sin, his eyes become slightly lighter with each sin collected. His hair is a long, unkempt wild brown, and the way he dresses is very lazy. We're talking sweatpants, jacket, torn jeans, etc. Sencarn's race is unknown, though he is presumed to be Dominican.

Personality:
Despite his appearance, Sencarn is a relatively serious person with a refined voice and tone. While he once did love love all man's flaws, he is now more disgusted by sin and injustice than ever. He still cares for and attempts to see the good in people, but not before he separates it from the bad.



Relatives: Unknown
Age: 21

Short Bio: Gus grew up in the same city as Sencarn, on the same street, actually. The two weren't necessarily the best of friends at first, but Gus looked out for Sencarn due to the younger boy's tendency to be swindled out of his belongings. Gus was like a big brother to Sencarn, and the two eventually grew close. Sencarn one day went missing, and though Gus and the boy's family searched frantically, he never turned back up. In the absence of Sencarn's voice of reason, Gus allowed his fascination with dissecting things get out of hand. Eventually, some rather morbid stuff happened and Gus had pretty much became a horror story for all in the city to fear. His obsessions with science, anatomy, and death lead him on a path of good ol' serial killin', until he was confronted by Sencarn years later. Gus got the shit beat out of by a thankfully merciful Sencarn, who managed to convince the psychopath that the life he was leading was not the one he was destined to lead. He now acts as the clan's supportive type, supplying them with his own concoctions powerful enough to raise the dead.

Abilities:
Steel Syringe- His weapon of choice. The steel syringe can be filled with any of the three fluids strapped to Gus' side. It's great at close range, but not the easiest thing to jam in someone's neck from a distance.

God's Wrath- A toxic green concoction, God's Wrath empowers any who take it in. It must be injected, as it will irreparably damage ones throat upon swallowing, causing an extreme fit of coughing, choking, blood-spitting... it's not good. Users under its effect are granted numbness to pain and increased strength as well as heightened senses. The largest dose lasts for 2 hours, but is fatal to most who take it in.

Second Chance- A blood red concoction, Second Chance does just as the name suggests. It's vast and odd combination of ingredients restart a stopped heart and cause a complete resurgence in the body of someone who has been dead for less than an hour. However, the subject suffers a vegetative state as death is incomprehensible to the revived brain.

Frostpine Fluid- An ice blue concoction, Frostpine Fluid is a mystery. The feeling is indescribable. All that can be said is that those experiencing its effects suffer. It's lethal to almost all creatures, excluding various species of fish for God knows what reason.

Appearance:
Gus is a hulking figure with blue eyes and unknown hairstyle and facial features, as his head is always covered by a gas mask and metal helmet. He only ever takes it off when "experimenting" on a subject. As for bodily attire, Gus usually wears a yellow hazmat suit but takes it off every now and then in place of baggy street clothes. The gas mask and helmet remain on at all times in presence of others, even Sencarn.

Personality:
Gus is an extremely intelligent person and he knows it. He'll often flaunt said intelligence with pride and knowingly hog a conversation, showing no restraint or remorse(even when making the person he is talking to uncomfortable). He enjoys having a good time as much as the next guy and isn't prone to violent outbursts or anything that might tip you off that something is seriously wrong with him(if the hazmat suit and gas mask haven't already). He's also an amazing liar, able to keep a straight face and put up a good act when he needs to. He isn't opposed to fighting and prefers a fair one on one fisticuffs brawl, but will use his trusty syringe if things ever look to be too sketchy for such.



Relatives: Jare (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?98324-BoG-R3-Horror-Kamiroo-Wolf-VS-roBEAT-Deadline-January-6-2016) and Rosalind Gladwyn(Parents), Beatrice Barnes(Aunt)
Age: 17

Short Bio: Born of two relatively well-known angels, one private eye and the other a closet criminal, Giselle Gladwyn grew up with an abundance of wealth. At a young age her mother left her, leaving both she and her father heartbroken. Though he had Giselle, Jare grew obsessed with finding his wife, doing all in his power to search the nation far and wide in pursuit of her. She proved elusive, and with each night without her father, Giselle grew distant from her family. When news of her father's death surfaced, Giselle was hardly surprised and wept more out of obligation than emotion. She was to move in with her aunt, Beatrice, only to receive a mysterious letter in the mail. She followed the coordinates, believing it to be a meeting with her mother, only to arrive at the entrance of Sanctuary, where Sencarn offered her a home and understanding of the gift she received from her parents. Giselle accepted, and now acts as a recruiter for Sanctuary.

Abilities:
Angel Of Steel- Giselle's entire bloodstream is made out of a steady flow of molten metal, the girl able to control and draw said metal from her pores and manipulate it as she wishes. Gus is fascinated with this but both Sencarn and Gramps refuse to let him near her.

Appearance:
Giselle has dark brown eyes with flowing lower-than-shoulder-blade-length brunette hair. She usually wears street clothes such as leggings, jeans, shirts, etc. and is mixed between black and white(leaning more towards white) in terms of skin tone. As far as her body type goes, she is more developed from the waist down than from the waist up, a trait derived from her mother.

Personality:
Giselle is youthfully energetic, easily annoyed, and not afraid to get her hands dirty if necessary. She hates stupid questions, people who talk too much, and absolutely loathes the "ultra peppy" and "always happy" types. Don't misunderstand, however; she loves to have a good time, but feels you should never force a smile or put on an act of enjoyment when, in reality, you're suffering just as much as the rest of the world. She also hates the "nobody understands me" types, but seeing as she's been there once herself, she's able to often let it slide. One thing she absolutely adores is animals and nature in general(the look of it, anyway), and is looking to pursue a career preserving the world's natural beauty when all is said and done.



Relatives: Unknown. Close ones deceased.
Age: 76

Short Bio: Known only as "Gramps", the old man grew up quick, but lived a full life. In his life he served as a bodyguard to many a man and woman alike, his preferred weapon of choice not a gun nor blade, but a tree branch he broke from a tree when he was but a boy. How the tree branch remains intact and fresh today is a mystery. Gramps was merely preparing himself to be the last one to leave, tying up any loose ends, when Sencarn approached him, offering him one final purpose in his fleeting life.

Abilities:
Rejuvenating Cane- Named by Gramps himself, the rejuvenating cane is merely a special tree branch that repairs and prevents damage to the wielder's body with its amazing aura. Though the cane itself is not indestructible, Gramps will do all in his power to prevent it from leaving his hands, for once it does... all the ailments... all the pain... all the years of skipped-over suffering, come flooding forth almost instantly. He can move like he is in his 20s with the branch, but will most likely die an excruciating death without it.

At night, Gramps even goes so far as to tape and tie the branch to his hand. He showers often, taking the cane into the water with him, and even eats with it at the dinner table. When it comes time, he will let go.

Appearance:
Often dressed in his "Sunday clothes", Gramps can be found more often than not dressed up nice with a suit and tie tailored to his withered body. His frame is frail and weak in appearance, but more resilient than all of his comrades combined thanks to the Rejuvenating Cane. His hair is mostly gone atop his head, though he still has his scraggly white beard. His skin is wrinkled and a pasty white color. His eyes are a weak green.

Personality:
Gramps is still full of that young spirit! He hates bitter old men and absolutely despises fun-snatchers, looking to have a good time in the final moments of his life rather than sit around and wait for death! Thanks to his cane, he's able to do so, and plans to dispose of it upon death in order to "keep its secrets secret". Gramps sees Giselle as a daughter and does his best to guide her, but feels as though Sencarn and Gus have already found their paths. He is wise, and knows when he is very hard to fool and/or trick. He also loves talking shit, but is just as level headed and serious as Sencarn when he needs to be.




Zackeroar (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?76153-Zackeroar)

Light, The Undead Paladin (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?80681-Light-the-Undead-Paladin)

Vamprina (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?101611-Vamprina)



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Dante "Delta" Rockwell(Honorary by Request)
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(More to come? We'll see)




-Rule:
We accept all peoples, and even though you may not, we ask that you not settle your differences under our roof. Remember that we are a home, and will not tolerate civil disputes among our own. If you have a problem take it outside or to the spar rooms.
-FYI:
Sanctuary accepts all peoples, even the members of other clans. Joining Sanctuary does not require that you sever ties with your old factions, though it is up to you. Be sure that you joining us is all right by your current clan members.



We at Sanctuary consider ourselves neutral with all, though it is unknown to us whether or not other clans feel the same way.



Events Posted in Chronological order from a cannon standpoint(does not contain order of Non-NPC recruitment):


-6/21/2016-Aomi Glasse captured by Ergos (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99611-Sanctuary/page3)
-7/21/2016-Basil Fettuccini assassinated by Zackeroar (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99611-Sanctuary/page7)
-7/23/2016-Joyce Romano recruited by Light (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99611-Sanctuary/page7)
-9/15/2016-Bridget Greene captured thanks to some hired help (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99611-Sanctuary/page9)
-9/23/2016-Family bonding(first collab)? :D (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?100307-Sanctuary-Collab-1&p=1461614#post1461614)
-9/24/2016-Ming Wu recruited thanks to some hired help (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99611-Sanctuary/page10)


Nothing as of yet. Here's to a new year!




“Lucky you. We could always use more hands."
(Yes, we're recruiting)

If you want to join just shoot me a PM. Just make sure you've got some combat/writing experience under your belt.

Kamiroo Wolf
06-04-2016, 05:50 PM
There it is! Looks really nice man, I hope to see it thrive!

Hey thanks =u= now comes the whole recruitment part

You lookin to join or are clans not really your style

Crank
06-04-2016, 06:11 PM
Sorry, but I'm not going to be able to. Best of luck though!

devi
06-04-2016, 07:43 PM
I want in, you sunuvabitch

Kamiroo Wolf
06-04-2016, 07:45 PM
I want in, you sunuvabitch

Sure, one sec.

devi
06-05-2016, 02:28 AM
On a side note, I think I found a fitting theme song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZgd7sHxnxw


EDIT: Actually scratch that, doesn't quite fit.

Kamiroo Wolf
06-05-2016, 03:06 AM
Update before I sleep:
-Sanctuary doesn't require you sever ties with any of your old clans/alliances to join.
-New rule added that doesn't really mean much. Just don't strangle each other in the kitchen, do it outside, rolling around in the dirt, like civilized people.

Update on an update:
-Everyone Welcome Devi's Light to the clan!

devi
06-05-2016, 10:15 AM
I feel honored. I think there's a lot of potential in the clan, and I'm happy to be with : )

Kamiroo Wolf
06-05-2016, 10:59 AM
I feel honored. I think there's a lot of potential in the clan, and I'm happy to be with : )

Update:
-Added a location section describing the base of operations a bit. As always, if you need any clarification don't hesitate to ask.

Honored to have you, Devi. Feel free to tell your friends about us or make a recommendation, though I suppose I should be starting on my fight with Zackeroar.
If you want a mission or anything along those lines just ask.

Cruel
06-05-2016, 11:13 AM
Eh just because your clan doesn't have a rule against severing ties, it doesn't mean other clans would be ok with that.

Kamiroo Wolf
06-05-2016, 11:15 AM
Eh just because your clan doesn't have a rule against severing ties, it doesn't mean other clans would be ok with that.

Well aware, might as well just put it out there.

We're not trying to wreck any homes. If your clan doesn't want you joining then you prolly shouldn't, but that's your decision.

Cruel
06-05-2016, 02:47 PM
Well aware, might as well just put it out there.

We're not trying to wreck any homes. If your clan doesn't want you joining then you prolly shouldn't, but that's your decision.

Alright just saying. Good luck with this.

Chromium7
06-05-2016, 06:25 PM
I would like to register my character, Dante Rockwell (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?46051-Dante-quot-Delta-quot-Rockwell), with the clan.
As a warning, the character may be one of those with split allegiances, and as a writer I may not be the most available at all times, but I do plan to pick up ACR's as often as I can.

In fact, I'd like to pick up one now.

Kamiroo Wolf
06-05-2016, 06:50 PM
I would like to register my character, Dante Rockwell (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?46051-Dante-quot-Delta-quot-Rockwell), with the clan.
As a warning, the character may be one of those with split allegiances, and as a writer I may not be the most available at all times, but I do plan to pick up ACR's as often as I can.

In fact, I'd like to pick up one now.

Wonderful news. Please stand by as I prepare both a tryout and an ACR for you x.x

In other news, welcome Shadowmirror's Ergos to the clan!

shadowmirror
06-05-2016, 07:02 PM
heh, nice to be part of a clan now hehe

Kamiroo Wolf
06-06-2016, 10:22 PM
Update:
-Added brief character profiles to the Core Members of Sanctuary! ;)

I was thinking of making at least one ACR a month mandatory, but I don't think they should as this clan is meant to be a lax one. Whadda you guys think?

devi
06-06-2016, 10:54 PM
I mean we should probably take the clan seriously seriously to some extent, so yes, I think we should have one once a month.

But it's up to you really.

Chromium7
06-07-2016, 08:51 AM
I'm against making it a requirement. If you want to hand out tasks for people to do at their leisure, independent of their other obligations, don't give them busywork, give them opportunities to sieze at their own pace.

Kamiroo Wolf
06-07-2016, 09:41 AM
I'm against making it a requirement. If you want to hand out tasks for people to do at their leisure, independent of their other obligations, don't give them busywork, give them opportunities to sieze at their own pace.

Glad to have two different perspectives. Thanks, both of you!

Also, Chromium, I've got your ACR Target ready. Just waitin on the finished tryout ^+^

Chromium7
06-11-2016, 08:50 AM
Sent ya the tryout. And I've got another suggestion for a clan theme song, as the concept was was mentioned:
It's a song called "Who We Want To Be" by Tom Day. :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVomQtrtMTM

devi
06-11-2016, 10:43 AM
I'm against making it a requirement. If you want to hand out tasks for people to do at their leisure, independent of their other obligations, don't give them busywork, give them opportunities to sieze at their own pace.

Now that I think of it, wouldn't this clan work better as something like a movement to change the wRHG system? So while people still do their own thing, they'll still pop in here to do some work if they are looking for it.

And then we could possibly organize a meeting of members where they can all discuss current events and plans of actions, but there is no actual requirement to show up if you can't or are uninterested.

Edit: Hell, we could probably organize a meeting now, just to see how we should do it.

Kamiroo Wolf
06-11-2016, 11:34 AM
Now that I think of it, wouldn't this clan work better as something like a movement to change the wRHG system? So while people still do their own thing, they'll still pop in here to do some work if they are looking for it.

And then we could possibly organize a meeting of members where they can all discuss current events and plans of actions, but there is no actual requirement to show up if you can't or are uninterested.

First off: Ha, that sig..

Second, we got updates!:
-Everyone welcome Chromium's Dante Rockwell (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?46051-Dante-quot-Delta-quot-Rockwell) to the clan!

Third, I've got some free time today so I'll be working on some extra ACR missions. Remember that if you want one, all ya got to do is ask.

Isn't that kinda what this already is? Not sure about organizing meetings, as I am quite honestly uninterested myself <_< you can go ahead though.

Chromium7
06-11-2016, 08:51 PM
W-We welcome your precious donger to Sanctuary o.e
les go boyeez i made it

shadowmirror
06-21-2016, 03:10 PM
The first mission of Ergos. I hope you like it.

“Mmmm, nope, that’s not the book that I’m searching for” said a white haired man in a library


“Neither this one” said again anxious


The man was the new member of the clan called Sanctuary, Nathan Kurogane aka Ergos, the energy priest. He was searching for a really rare bestiary that contained information about many races, including Sprites and as his target is a half Sprite, it could be useful. He went to the beast section looking to it and he found one similar to the one that he was searching for.

“This one could be useful. Spirits of the forest” said Nathan reading the cover of the really old book, then he opened it and searched the letter S. He found the Sprite page and something more, information about the Kitsune, but that would be later, his mission was more important.

“Let’s see. Sprites are a type of faery that controls the forces of the forest, the Fauna and Flora inside them. Their most peculiar characteristics are their butterfly like wings, colorful skins and eyes, and their really weak physiology as their body can break with even push with minimal strength. Interesting and very evasive creatures” said Nathan reading with devotion, this would be a really interesting mission.

His objective was to kill the Sprite and destroy their body, that was all. The leader Sencarn wanted that, he doesn’t knew why, but the orders of the leader are absolute and he couldn’t avoid the mission as, it would be a waste of his capacities as a sharpshooter and maybe he could study the physiology of the Sprite with some of their flesh or blood. Nathan continued reading and he found something interesting. Their powers can be nullified with the power of a natural energy infused black onyx, but his objective is kill them.

When he stopped reading, he went back to the beast section and picked an orb from his pocket, charged it with energy and threw it to the air, exploding and making a portal to a forest. He went through and it instantly disappeared. His phone rang loudly and he picked up.

“Yeah, Ergos here!”

“Agent Nathan, it’s me Gus, Do you remember the objective of your mission?”

“Yeah, I need to Kill or restrain her, but better kill her”

“Yeah, and I was thinking that you and I, you know a fun time together?”

“No thanks Gus, I’m not really into just having a sex night” said Nathan as he hanged up

The energy priest turned around looking upwards as he was searching for the Sprite. He propelled himself upwards and made a floating energy platform, he looked around again and he saw a big pair of purple butterfly wings and little green skinned body.

“I guess I got you, target” said him smiling and charging his right glove.

Ergos created ten energy orbs in front of him and he made a small one with his left one, with a small hand gesture, the small ball clashed with the bigger ones shooting them like marbles clashing with each other and leaving energy trails behind them. The Sprite looked backwards, she looked scared and evaded the energy projectiles with grace. Ergos made other gesture and made the trails connect with each other, then fused the ten orbs and shot it back to her, clashing with her and exploding into a paralyzing mist. He flew towards her with the platform and waved at her.


“Greetings, I’m Ergos, from the Sanctuary, I was assigned to kill you and I will do it, but give a reasonable thing why I shouldn’t kill you” said Nathan smiling weakly as the girl started to tear a little

“I-it’s… ok… I am just destruction and death… you can kill me”

“Just destruction eh? Why?”

“My powers are troublesome… if you want, then just kill me…”

“Yeah, you leech the life force with just a touch, well your seeds do it”

“Yeah… what are you going to do with me?...”

Egos smiled and took out his phone, then he called the base.

“Guys, Ergos here, target restrained”

“Ok, so our date…”

“Gus, just teleport us!”

“Fine!”

A portal appeared and Ergos manipulated the cage around his target, making it go through as he smiled. He would heal that girl someday, she was just a poor kid, he went through the portal smiling and it instantly disappeared.


Mission status: Complete

Kamiroo Wolf
06-21-2016, 04:28 PM
The first mission of Ergos. I hope you like it.

“Mmmm, nope, that’s not the book that I’m searching for” said a white haired man in a library


“Neither this one” said again anxious


The man was the new member of the clan called Sanctuary, Nathan Kurogane aka Ergos, the energy priest. He was searching for a really rare bestiary that contained information about many races, including Sprites and as his target is a half Sprite, it could be useful. He went to the beast section looking to it and he found one similar to the one that he was searching for.

“This one could be useful. Spirits of the forest” said Nathan reading the cover of the really old book, then he opened it and searched the letter S. He found the Sprite page and something more, information about the Kitsune, but that would be later, his mission was more important.

“Let’s see. Sprites are a type of faery that controls the forces of the forest, the Fauna and Flora inside them. Their most peculiar characteristics are their butterfly like wings, colorful skins and eyes, and their really weak physiology as their body can break with even push with minimal strength. Interesting and very evasive creatures” said Nathan reading with devotion, this would be a really interesting mission.

His objective was to kill the Sprite and destroy their body, that was all. The leader Sencarn wanted that, he doesn’t knew why, but the orders of the leader are absolute and he couldn’t avoid the mission as, it would be a waste of his capacities as a sharpshooter and maybe he could study the physiology of the Sprite with some of their flesh or blood. Nathan continued reading and he found something interesting. Their powers can be nullified with the power of a natural energy infused black onyx, but his objective is kill them.

When he stopped reading, he went back to the beast section and picked an orb from his pocket, charged it with energy and threw it to the air, exploding and making a portal to a forest. He went through and it instantly disappeared. His phone rang loudly and he picked up.

“Yeah, Ergos here!”

“Agent Nathan, it’s me Gus, Do you remember the objective of your mission?”

“Yeah, I need to Kill or restrain her, but better kill her”

“Yeah, and I was thinking that you and I, you know a fun time together?”

“No thanks Gus, I’m not really into just having a sex night” said Nathan as he hanged up

The energy priest turned around looking upwards as he was searching for the Sprite. He propelled himself upwards and made a floating energy platform, he looked around again and he saw a big pair of purple butterfly wings and little green skinned body.

“I guess I got you, target” said him smiling and charging his right glove.

Ergos created ten energy orbs in front of him and he made a small one with his left one, with a small hand gesture, the small ball clashed with the bigger ones shooting them like marbles clashing with each other and leaving energy trails behind them. The Sprite looked backwards, she looked scared and evaded the energy projectiles with grace. Ergos made other gesture and made the trails connect with each other, then fused the ten orbs and shot it back to her, clashing with her and exploding into a paralyzing mist. He flew towards her with the platform and waved at her.


“Greetings, I’m Ergos, from the Sanctuary, I was assigned to kill you and I will do it, but give a reasonable thing why I shouldn’t kill you” said Nathan smiling weakly as the girl started to tear a little

“I-it’s… ok… I am just destruction and death… you can kill me”

“Just destruction eh? Why?”

“My powers are troublesome… if you want, then just kill me…”

“Yeah, you leech the life force with just a touch, well your seeds do it”

“Yeah… what are you going to do with me?...”

Egos smiled and took out his phone, then he called the base.

“Guys, Ergos here, target restrained”

“Ok, so our date…”

“Gus, just teleport us!”

“Fine!”

A portal appeared and Ergos manipulated the cage around his target, making it go through as he smiled. He would heal that girl someday, she was just a poor kid, he went through the portal smiling and it instantly disappeared.


Mission status: Complete


Huh. You finished that relatively quickly. Good work and congratulations on the completion of your first ACR mission.

As for your story, I'm nowhere near experienced enough to be able to teach you much, but I can tell you that you might want to better your grasp of the preterite and present tenses, as well as sentence structure. If you need clarification on whether or not something sounds right, don't hesitate to ask.

Also, remember to always add a punctuation mark at the end of your sentences!

shadowmirror
06-21-2016, 05:46 PM
*nods looking down* sorry, heh

Kamiroo Wolf
06-21-2016, 06:00 PM
*nods looking down* sorry, heh

No need to apologize!

Uodate:
-Now a section for ACR targets.

Chromium7
06-21-2016, 06:35 PM
The first mission of Ergos. I hope you like it.

“Mmmm, nope, that’s not the book that I’m searching for” said a white haired man in a library


“Neither this one” said again anxious


The man was the new member of the clan called Sanctuary, Nathan Kurogane aka Ergos, the energy priest. He was searching for a really rare bestiary that contained information about many races, including Sprites and as his target is a half Sprite, it could be useful. He went to the beast section looking to it and he found one similar to the one that he was searching for.

“This one could be useful. Spirits of the forest” said Nathan reading the cover of the really old book, then he opened it and searched the letter S. He found the Sprite page and something more, information about the Kitsune, but that would be later, his mission was more important.

“Let’s see. Sprites are a type of faery that controls the forces of the forest, the Fauna and Flora inside them. Their most peculiar characteristics are their butterfly like wings, colorful skins and eyes, and their really weak physiology as their body can break with even push with minimal strength. Interesting and very evasive creatures” said Nathan reading with devotion, this would be a really interesting mission.

His objective was to kill the Sprite and destroy their body, that was all. The leader Sencarn wanted that, he doesn’t knew why, but the orders of the leader are absolute and he couldn’t avoid the mission as, it would be a waste of his capacities as a sharpshooter and maybe he could study the physiology of the Sprite with some of their flesh or blood. Nathan continued reading and he found something interesting. Their powers can be nullified with the power of a natural energy infused black onyx, but his objective is kill them.

When he stopped reading, he went back to the beast section and picked an orb from his pocket, charged it with energy and threw it to the air, exploding and making a portal to a forest. He went through and it instantly disappeared. His phone rang loudly and he picked up.

“Yeah, Ergos here!”

“Agent Nathan, it’s me Gus, Do you remember the objective of your mission?”

“Yeah, I need to Kill or restrain her, but better kill her”

“Yeah, and I was thinking that you and I, you know a fun time together?”

“No thanks Gus, I’m not really into just having a sex night” said Nathan as he hanged up

The energy priest turned around looking upwards as he was searching for the Sprite. He propelled himself upwards and made a floating energy platform, he looked around again and he saw a big pair of purple butterfly wings and little green skinned body.

“I guess I got you, target” said him smiling and charging his right glove.

Ergos created ten energy orbs in front of him and he made a small one with his left one, with a small hand gesture, the small ball clashed with the bigger ones shooting them like marbles clashing with each other and leaving energy trails behind them. The Sprite looked backwards, she looked scared and evaded the energy projectiles with grace. Ergos made other gesture and made the trails connect with each other, then fused the ten orbs and shot it back to her, clashing with her and exploding into a paralyzing mist. He flew towards her with the platform and waved at her.


“Greetings, I’m Ergos, from the Sanctuary, I was assigned to kill you and I will do it, but give a reasonable thing why I shouldn’t kill you” said Nathan smiling weakly as the girl started to tear a little

“I-it’s… ok… I am just destruction and death… you can kill me”

“Just destruction eh? Why?”

“My powers are troublesome… if you want, then just kill me…”

“Yeah, you leech the life force with just a touch, well your seeds do it”

“Yeah… what are you going to do with me?...”

Egos smiled and took out his phone, then he called the base.

“Guys, Ergos here, target restrained”

“Ok, so our date…”

“Gus, just teleport us!”

“Fine!”

A portal appeared and Ergos manipulated the cage around his target, making it go through as he smiled. He would heal that girl someday, she was just a poor kid, he went through the portal smiling and it instantly disappeared.


Mission status: Complete


I liked it! And it help set the standard for what is expected us in these types of stories. : ]



-Now a section for ACR targets.

Sounds good! Once I post my story, we can try and experiment with the format some.

Also, I wanted to point out something you all may find interesting. It's from Alphaeus' new clan, The Coils of Nehushtan. (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99698-The-Coils-of-Nehushtan)



Enemy Clan Name: Sanctuary

Enemy Offense: A revolutionary group led by an incarnation of sin. Though their stated goal is similar to that of Nehushtan, The Head has determined that their course and methodology is inherently unrighteous.

Enemy Status: Regarding Leadership – destroy at the first possible chance. Regarding Members – take each case individually. Attempt to ascertain if the placement of a Serpent within Sanctuary is possible.

Better watch out, boys. Serpents are coming.

shadowmirror
06-21-2016, 06:49 PM
I liked it! And it help set the standard for what is expected us in these types of stories. : ]



Sounds good! Once I post my story, we can try and experiment with the format some.

Also, I wanted to point out something you all may find interesting. It's from Alphaeus' new clan, The Coils of Nehushtan. (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99698-The-Coils-of-Nehushtan)



Better watch out, boys. Serpents are coming.

i kinda need to prepare myself for a clan war, i need more experience

Kamiroo Wolf
06-21-2016, 07:42 PM
I liked it! And it help set the standard for what is expected us in these types of stories. : ]



Sounds good! Once I post my story, we can try and experiment with the format some.

Also, I wanted to point out something you all may find interesting. It's from Alphaeus' new clan, The Coils of Nehushtan. (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99698-The-Coils-of-Nehushtan)



Better watch out, boys. Serpents are coming.

Yeah I saw. Let's not be hasty ^_^

Azure
06-21-2016, 08:36 PM
Don't forget that I'm always up for a clan war, even if I have to solo it.

shadowmirror
06-21-2016, 08:57 PM
-_-, Azure, you just want a battle right?

Crank
06-21-2016, 10:06 PM
Azure is Ghandi in Civiliaztion. I forget how I forget that.

Having said that, a clandestine war would be cool to watch

Vern
06-21-2016, 11:24 PM
If you're gonna do a clan war be sure to invite me for a cameo appearance ; 3

shadowmirror
06-21-2016, 11:26 PM
Vern-san, Hilarious XD

Kamiroo Wolf
06-21-2016, 11:43 PM
Nobody get your hopes up. I don't think now is the best time =u=

Vern
06-21-2016, 11:47 PM
Nobody get your hopes up. I don't think now is the best time =u=

Nonsense, anytime is good for a clan war ;

Gamma com to headquarters of the Santcuary. When he arrive Sencarn ask "What you do here?"

He respond chilly. "I came to the destroy"

immediately he shoots the bullets from his guns and Sencarn isn't fast enough to dodge so he dies. Because his aim was so bad, Gamma also accidentally shot everyone else.

"All skill"

~END~

Kamiroo Wolf
06-22-2016, 12:07 AM
Nonsense, anytime is good for a clan war ;

Gamma com to headquarters of the Santcuary. When he arrive Sencarn ask "What you do here?"

He respond chilly. "I came to the destroy"

immediately he shoots the bullets from his guns and Sencarn isn't fast enough to dodge so he dies. Because his aim was so bad, Gamma also accidentally shot everyone else.

"All skill"

~END~

Welp, you heard it here first folks! Errybody dead. We disbanding!

Chromium7
06-22-2016, 10:43 AM
Scrubtuary

u avin a giggl there m8?
ill bash yer fukin hed in i swear on me mum

shadowmirror
06-22-2016, 11:23 AM
That's it. We're all dead, let's disband the clan

Chromium7
06-22-2016, 11:29 AM
For my next character, I will introduce Dave.

Dave is the identical twin of Dante and Daemon Rockwell.

Dave is sad because both his twin brothers are dead.

Dave has died his hair red for sadness.

poor dave.

Kamiroo Wolf
06-24-2016, 11:16 PM
For my next character, I will introduce Dave.

Dave is the identical twin of Dante and Daemon Rockwell.

Dave is sad because both his twin brothers are dead.

Dave has died his hair red for sadness.

poor dave.

Sad story is sad. Wait, is Dante really dead?

So guys. ACR mission collabs now open. Kinda work the same as normal missions except with a person you have to rely on so, yeah, that's fun. Always a great experience to have to wait on others... yay... Just tell me who you wanna work with and I'll send the target to both/all involved. No real limit to how many can converge on one target, but let's try to avoid gangbanging <_<

Also, stay tuned. I'm workin on some stuff I plan on shoving down your throats in the future. Get excited...

Edit: Oh yeah, almost forgot. I'm contemplating letting you guys submit ACR targets as the result of a request, though you've kinda always been allowed to pursue whoever of your own volition(did I use that right? Eh). Tell me what you guys think =u=

Chromium7
06-25-2016, 09:11 AM
"owie" said dave
"that hurt me gammaman" said dave
but thanks to dave's overpowered power over powers, Gamma did not actually kill anyone. not even dave.

All memers of Sanctuary continue to live, and Gamma was given a long lecture by a penguin about why killing is bad and he shouldn't do it.

Things were reverted to normal, with no deaths, but Gamma was left to wonder..
"who the shit is davee?"

No but really:
-Dante is not dead.
-Nobody is dead.
-Dave isn't real.
-The above statement is false.
-Dave is real.
-The above statement is also false.

Also, liking the updates, and interested to see what you've got planned. :]
(Approve of of: submitting ACR targets, working with folks on ACR, and whatever's about to be shoved down my throat. In case this wasn't specified.)

Malacal
06-26-2016, 07:39 PM
Nonsense, anytime is good for a clan war ;

Gamma com to headquarters of the Santcuary. When he arrive Sencarn ask "What you do here?"

He respond chilly. "I came to the destroy"

immediately he shoots the bullets from his guns and Sencarn isn't fast enough to dodge so he dies. Because his aim was so bad, Gamma also accidentally shot everyone else.

"All skill"

~END~

Exactly, it's a really easy process that takes very little effort.

Genesus downlewded emotin.exe

Gesenis wwanted to fun

Gensis fond big rock.

Genevis wantd to role it into sum thing.

Genesi went to danktuary.

he roll big rock towerd it.

big rock hit castle. Senbarn is anger

sentard say "yo wtf dude?"

Genezeus lmao wile saying "Strike! U're out ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

Chromium7
06-27-2016, 09:33 PM
Quick update for everyone here- I was asked to side Dante with the Coils of Nehushtan as a part of their clan war event with the Night Creatures. Their argument was compelling, and while it may result in the testing of Dante's allegiances with Sanctuary, I think Dante's involvement will be to the benefit of both clans in the long run. For the time being, little will have changed, but Dante may be noted as being distant from the members of Sanctuary after his first ACR mission (which is still in the works, but will prelude the clan war) and it wouldn't take Sencarn's all-seeing-eye to see that something is clearly brewing here.

As for how this impacts my availability as a writer- I'll say minimally for now. Considering I was already planning a collab with Altaer (Prominent figure from Nehushtan) and a battle with Manny (Leader of Night Creatures) merging the two into one story is actually just as likely to increase my availability as it is to decrease it, especially considering that Alphaeus is looking to handle a lot of the heavy lifting. Very excited to see how this plays out, and I hope to still have you all along for the ride. :]

Kamiroo Wolf
06-28-2016, 12:12 AM
Quick update for everyone here- I was asked to side Dante with the Coils of Nehushtan as a part of their clan war event with the Night Creatures. Their argument was compelling, and while it may result in the testing of Dante's allegiances with Sanctuary, I think Dante's involvement will be to the benefit of both clans in the long run. For the time being, little will have changed, but Dante may be noted as being distant from the members of Sanctuary after his first ACR mission (which is still in the works, but will prelude the clan war) and it wouldn't take Sencarn's all-seeing-eye to see that something is clearly brewing here.

As for how this impacts my availability as a writer- I'll say minimally for now. Considering I was already planning a collab with Altaer (Prominent figure from Nehushtan) and a battle with Manny (Leader of Night Creatures) merging the two into one story is actually just as likely to increase my availability as it is to decrease it, especially considering that Alphaeus is looking to handle a lot of the heavy lifting. Very excited to see how this plays out, and I hope to still have you all along for the ride. :]

Do as you wish. I hope that you will represent us well.

I, for one, will be supporting Night Creatures(from the sidelines, that is). Not that it really matters ._.

News on the event thingy: 1st of next month is the ETA for that... so yeah. Sorry. To be honest I could prolly post it tonight... nah... <_<

XDHunterNest
06-28-2016, 08:21 AM
Woah a lot has happened. I seriously need to finish my tryout now.

Kamiroo Wolf
07-01-2016, 02:03 PM
Woah a lot has happened. I seriously need to finish my tryout now.

You think? xD

Also, I almost forgot about that event thingy. Here it is and big thanks to Devi for helping me out with this! Not really used to organizing events, but I’m confident I’ll get better as time progresses x.x





ATTENTION ALL MEMBERS OF SANCTUARY


Due to the carelessness of one of our core members, the entire underground facility is currently undergoing a complete chemical decontamination. We understand this is hardly an issue for some of you, however, we have taken it upon ourselves to lock up until the place has been aired out thoroughly.


Please use the free time as you will until further notice.


With Love,

Sanctuary.





1. Everyone pursues their own adventures


2. Each person is given a segment to tell their stories(for instance, one person might go to camping whilst another goes to a fancy restaurant, etc.)


3. Try to keep your stories of respectable length. I’m not going to put any minimum or maximum restrictions, but at least try not to write a 400 page book in your segment =_=


4. When you finish your story, send it to the next guy via PM.



There's no set order as to who starts, fills, and finishes the collab, but I was thinking that whoever starts could just pass it on to the next person they wish to continue and so forth.

Any volunteers to start this thing before I take it? You've got until midnight.



If you have any questions/concerns feel free to ask <_<

Chromium and Shadowmirror, I know you guys are currently working on your own projects, but I still expect the two of you to participate the best you can. If too much time passes when you're supposed to be getting your parts done, we'll skip you.

devi
07-01-2016, 02:27 PM
les go to resturant

oh wait i'm skellington, i kent eat


I'll start it off, whoever wants me to send it to him next, post here ASAP.

Kamiroo Wolf
07-02-2016, 12:44 PM
les go to resturant

oh wait i'm skellington, i kent eat


I'll start it off, whoever wants me to send it to him next, post here ASAP.

I'll take it. Then if nobody wants it after me I'll pass it to whomever I please >_>

Chromium7
07-04-2016, 04:29 PM
If possible, I'd like to go last. I want to make sure everything plays out in order from the tryout to the ACR, to the CN/NC war and to this here, but I reckon it'll take up a pretty hefty sum of time. Should I suddenly become available though, I'll post, and we can work something out from there.

But I'm also wanting to make sure I get the Halle Mackinson NPC (that I'm recruiting for the ACR) down when it comes to personality and stuff, so if when this chemical leak happens and she needs a place to stay, I'll feel a lot more comfortable writing her. I figure if Dante just found her a home, then that home gets screwed over, she'd probably just storm over to his place like "dafuq man- thought you said that castle place was safe." So I'll have to get used to writing her.

Kamiroo Wolf
07-04-2016, 05:18 PM
If possible, I'd like to go last. I want to make sure everything plays out in order from the tryout to the ACR, to the CN/NC war and to this here, but I reckon it'll take up a pretty hefty sum of time. Should I suddenly become available though, I'll post, and we can work something out from there.

But I'm also wanting to make sure I get the Halle Mackinson NPC (that I'm recruiting for the ACR) down when it comes to personality and stuff, so if when this chemical leak happens and she needs a place to stay, I'll feel a lot more comfortable writing her. I figure if Dante just found her a home, then that home gets screwed over, she'd probably just storm over to his place like "dafuq man- thought you said that castle place was safe." So I'll have to get used to writing her.

Guess Shadow'll be getting it last then ;o

If XDHunterNest ever finishes his tryout I might include him should time frame permit.

I appreciate all the time and effort you're putting into Halle as well ^_^ means a lot

XDHunterNest
07-12-2016, 01:26 PM
Guess Shadow'll be getting it last then ;o

If XDHunterNest ever finishes his tryout I might include him should time frame permit.

I appreciate all the time and effort you're putting into Halle as well ^_^ means a lot
I should have my tryout done by next week. Busy with school and other stuff atm.

Kamiroo Wolf
07-13-2016, 07:04 PM
Eyyyy, everyone welcome XDHunterNest's Zackeroar to Sanctuary!

Chromium7
07-13-2016, 07:45 PM
Hey bud! Welcome home! :]

XDHunterNest
07-14-2016, 02:54 AM
Hi guys! Super pumped to be here! :D

Chromium7
07-19-2016, 02:38 PM
Ey boss. It alright if I ask about the status of the collab? Like whose turn it is currently, who's next- stuff like that? I'm looking to get an idea of how long I have to focus on other things and when I'll need to take the time to switch to writing for this thing. No rush or anything- just trying to plan around it. :)

XDHunterNest
07-19-2016, 04:27 PM
Ey boss. It alright if I ask about the status of the collab? Like whose turn it is currently, who's next- stuff like that? I'm looking to get an idea of how long I have to focus on other things and when I'll need to take the time to switch to writing for this thing. No rush or anything- just trying to plan around it. :)
:O There's a collab! I want in please? I can be the last guy, no problem with that.

EDIT: I know I replied about the collab thing before. I forgot about it and just remembered when I re-read the thread lol.

Kamiroo Wolf
07-19-2016, 04:59 PM
Ey boss. It alright if I ask about the status of the collab? Like whose turn it is currently, who's next- stuff like that? I'm looking to get an idea of how long I have to focus on other things and when I'll need to take the time to switch to writing for this thing. No rush or anything- just trying to plan around it. :)

Shadowmirror's currently working on his part, you should be next. I sent him a PM yesterday asking how it's going but I have yet to receive a reply. I'll give him a bit longer since I honestly slacked on my part ;-;

Hmmm, @XDHunterNest, I'm sure adding Zackeroar to the collab can be done, but how it's going to be done is up to you.

Was hoping to have this done before the beginning of next month, though I think I'm just going to go ahead and say fuck the deadline for this first one(this doesn't mean we're going to drag this out, however) =_=

Azure
07-19-2016, 11:29 PM
Oi, Kamiroo. I hope you have no problem with me having mentioned Sanctuary in my part of the Clan War.

Malacal
07-20-2016, 12:01 AM
Oi, Kamiroo. I hope you have no problem with me having mentioned Sanctuary in my part of the Clan War.
Easier to ask forgiveness than permission huh?

Kamiroo Wolf
07-20-2016, 02:02 AM
Oi, Kamiroo. I hope you have no problem with me having mentioned Sanctuary in my part of the Clan War.

Hope you can forgive me for not reading it.

I've been meaning to, but the amount of sloth in my being is absolutely staggering. Like, seriously.

I'm sure I won't have a problem(nothing I could do if I did, lol).

Chromium7
07-21-2016, 01:54 PM
Hope you can forgive me for not reading it.

I've been meaning to, but the amount of sloth in my being is absolutely staggering. Like, seriously.

I'm sure I won't have a problem(nothing I could do if I did, lol).

D'aw. Kam. I'll pick the passage out for ya. It's only a few lines when you separate it out.

And if anything does seem off- whether it's with this story or any other- it doesn't matter what stage we're at- we'll totally do what we can to work around it! The goal is to make a story that everyone can enjoy, and if we can do a better job with that, then we'll happily find a way to!

If you want a summary, Dante just shot Sencarn a quick phonecall to let him know what the deal was with Nehushtan. 6 lines of dialogue, 3 sentences exposition. Not a huge thing.

Whatever had happened to change the (Coils') meeting time likely wasn’t something to take unseriously. Grabbing his phone as he put on some boxers, he (Dante) dials up Sencarn. After a few rings, there’s an answer.

“What is it, Dante?” Sencarn asks. Judging by his voice, he hadn’t been close to sleeping yet, despite the time.

“The Doctor is calling for the Coils sooner,” he informs him, now attempting to put his pants on both legs at a time. “It seems something has happened; any ideas from your side?”

“Nothing that we know about or that we’ve done. Aside from the information we received in regards to the Night Creatures being moved and some facilities being attacked, we’ve gotten no reads on anything that would make Nehushtan act strangely.”

“Yeah, I was worried about that. I’ll be sure to keep you up to date on things. It was smart to send me into their midst though. After all, even if our goals are similar, they’re too close-minded. I’m lucky they need talent among them, otherwise who knows how difficult they’d be to keep track of.”

“Just be sure to keep whatever sins you commit in their name to a minimum. You may be a member of Sanctuary, but a sinner is a sinner.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” Dante says as he rolls his eyes, hanging up the cell and tossing it on his bed as he pulls on a shirt.

XDHunterNest
07-21-2016, 02:54 PM
So, Zackeroar has finished his first ACR. :) CnC please?


"So, this is it." said Sencarn as the two entered the underground base of Sanctuary. It was a huge cavernous space with everything that a clan could hope its base would be. Zackeroar looked around in awe of his new home. "Mortal, I must commend you for this beautiful piece of architecture. This even rivals the beauty of the Parthenon!" said the Spartan as his new leader escorted him to his own bedroom. "Why, thank you, son of Zeus! Oh, I forgot to mention." Sencarn's voice bounced around the walls of the base as they stopped right in front of the door of Zackeroar's bedroom. "No fighting inside the base. Well, except in the spar rooms, but other than that, please settle civil disputes either non-violently or outside." said the crimson eyed man. "No problem with that. I swear it. Let the gods bear witness to my oath." replied the Spartan.

Sencarn opened the oak door and gestured for Zackeroar to enter the room first. The wooden floor creaked as the metal-clad warrior entered his new lodging. "I hope this fits your needs." said the leader of Sanctuary. "Yes, yes it does. You have my thanks." Zackeroar said with a smile as he set aside his weapons and armor. "Alright, I'll be going then. Please, make yourself feel at home. The kitchen should be right down the hall if you need to eat. Me and the other clan members are always here to assist you if you need our help. Some of the others might drop by as well. I'll be calling you later." Sencarn left the room.

Three of the other members of Sanctuary visited and welcomed their new ally to the clan. One was another demigod called Ergos. He wasn't the son of any Greek gods, no, but he was the son of a blacksmith and a goddess. Zackeroar, intrigued, vowed to talk more once he was settled in. Another man named Light visited the Spartan as well. He was armor-clad in a darkish armor much like his. Apparently, he used to be much more to which Zackeroar said, "Surely one day you will return to your former glory. I swear I will help you achieve this." Dante, another member of Sanctuary, was out and not in the clan base at that moment. His latest enemy, Winston, also came and welcomed the proud warrior. Well, he tried to welcome his new clanmate. As the artist tried to enter the room, Zackeroar shut the door to his face. Other than that, the Spartan also had not met the core members of the clan yet.

The next day, Zackeroar woke up to see Sencarn standing beside his bed. "Good morning, Zackeroar. Please, get your armor and weapons ready and meet me at the briefing area." After that, the crimson-eyed leader of Sanctuary went out of the room. The demi-god quickly rose to his feet and stretched. Then, after donning his armor and grabbing his weapons, headed to the briefing room. The briefing room consisted of a table with chairs around it. All kinds of machines and doohickies which the Spartan didn't understand surrounded the table. "Ah, welcome! Please, take a seat." said Sencarn. "This is Gus." A man with a gas mask and a metal helmet nodded and shook hands with the metal-clad warrior. "This is Giselle." A woman with dark brown eyes and brown hair smiled at Zackeroar. The Spartan smiled back as Sencarn introduced an old man with a cane in his hand. "You can call me Gramps." said this same old man.

"Now that you're acquainted with everyone, let us start with the briefing." said Sencarn sternly.
"Alright, so, Zack. Can I call you Zack?" asked Gus.
"I prefer to be called Wrath Incarnate Zackeroar, son of Zeus, Protector of the Innocent and the Demonslayer, but Zack or Zackeroar is fine." replied the scion of the god of gods.
"Ok then, Zack. So, there is this one guy called Basil Fettucine. Guy's a total ass, if we can even call him a guy." replied the metal masked man.
"He calls himself a Blood Chef." said Giselle. "He, or I should say it, is a gigantic monstrosity with no facial features except a single row of pointed teeth. He towers over most, being 7 feet tall."
"I've faced scarier hellspawns than this one." boasted Wrath Incarnate.
"Yes, I'm sure you have, sonny, but this one is different." rebuked the old man. "He is a cannibal that owns a restaurant in one of the dark corners of town. Well, I don't know if we can call him a cannibal due to the fact that he doesn't seem to be human. He basically skins people alive then cooks them."
"Don't let his gentleman attitude fool you, warrior. He is as savage as he is civilized. It doesn't make sense, I know. He does gentlemanly things like holding the door for people and stuff like that. On the contrary though, he is the kind of asshole who kidnaps women and slams doors on people's throats." informed Sencarn.
"Bloody hell! This demon deserves to rot in Tartarus! I swear I will rid the earth of this monstrosity. Where do I find him?" Zackeroar zealously answered.
"He has a restaurant in town called 'Chef Basil's Bistro'. It's near the edge of the town's boundaries." said Giselle. Without a word, Zackeroar stood up and walked away.

The establishment looked fancy for a restaurant in one of the darkest places in town. It was a rectangular building with a large glass window spanning half of the front facade. Inside, you could see a black wallpaper with a red border. A golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, shedding light onto the people eating below. Well, there were none since the restaurant wasn't open yet. A sign hung from the doorknob of the dark oaken entrance. "Welcome to Chef Basil's Bistro! Open from 6:00 AM to 7:00 PM." were the words etched onto the sign.

Zackeroar felt a vibration on the left pocket of his tattered brown leggings. He put his hand inside and pulled out his phone. It was the indestructible one given to him by the leader of his former clan, Aiba Kannagi of the Wind Chasers. He removed his helmet, the plume swaying as the wind blew. Holding his helmet with his left hand, the phone's ringing stopped as the demi-god answered the call.

"Hello, mortal. Who is this?" asked the Spartan.
"Hello, Zackeroar. This is Gus." answered the voice on the other side of the phone.
"Gus? How in Tartarus did you contact me?"
"I have my ways. So, how is the mission going?"
"I'm at this fiend's lair. It says it opens at 6:00 AM. Whatever that means to you humans."
"It means he's going to arrive in about.....now."

A tall figure strolled down the street towards the bistro as the Spartan observed from a distance, still talking to Gus on his phone. Upon closer observance, he saw that the giant of a man had no facial features. Only a single row of teeth.

"Gus."
"Yes, what is it? That was a long silence, Zack."
"Target spotted. I'll call you when I have slain this beast."

"Good morning." said the giant to Zackeroar as he passed by. The Spartan observed him and eyed him from head to toe. Basil had a crimson-splattered chef hat on his head and an apron covered in mucus in blood. His body was well chiseled and he had muscles all around. He had his feet on the concrete sidewalk, bare and without any form of protection.
"Ah, yes, yes." said the demi-god after a short pause. "Good morning to you as well."

Basil nodded and seemed to give a smile then walked to the alley between his restaurant and the brick building next door. A door creaked and Zackeroar knew it was time. He put on his helmet and grabbed his spear and shield. "What do the mortals say? What was it again? Oh, yes. Now I remember. It's show time." He walked with a certain swagger that only he had when it was time for battle. The wooden door crashed down with a mighty kick from the Spartan.

"What are you doing!?" yelled the faceless monster.
"Basil Fetuccine. I have come to stop your cannibalism and demonic acts, you unworthy sack of horse shit!"
"Come at me then!" said Basil as he held a frying pan in hand.

"This kitchen is too small. I am at a severe disadvantage here. Better bring it outside. Ares, guide my blade. Zeus, watch over your son. Athena, give me wisdom in this battle of mine. Hades, uncle. Swear to me you will have room for this Blood Chef in the Underworld." Zackeroar thought as his enemy charged, frying pan raised above his head and ready to strike. The Spartan sidestepped right and the Chef continued to run right through the entry way and into the alley. The demi-god kicked the back of the seven foot giant, sending him a few steps forward before falling face first onto the sidewalk. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." Zackeroar said with a smirk on his face.

Relentless, the demi-god raised his spear high and brought it down, steel tip first towards the head of the fallen giant. Before the thrust could connect, the Blood Chef kicked with both of his feet. Zackeroar blocked with his shield, but the force of the kick caused him to stagger back as Basil jumped to his feet. He then rushed towards the Spartan, who was still recovering from the blunt force of the kick.

Fetuccine raised the pan on his right hand and swung it horizontally, aiming for Zackeroar's left temple. The Spartan sidestepped, dodging the pan as it swung close to his head. Then, he thrust his spear towards the exposed torso of his enemy. The Blood Chef took a step back, barely managing to dodge the spear as it ripped the front of his apron.

"Bloody hell, mate! Why'd you do that!?" he said as he tore his apron and threw it on the concrete road.

In a fit of rage, the giant charged the Spartan like a bull. It sent the demi-god to the brick wall as the chest and shoulders of the seven footer crashed into the body of the smaller man. Zackeroar grunted as the armor on his back screeched when he hit the wall and slumped. Quickly, the giant grabbed the fully armored warrior and raised him above his head. A moment later and he was sent crashing down towards the pavement.

The pan hit Zackeroar's helmet as he lay on the sidewalk. He screamed as his helmet rang when metal hit metal.

"What in Zeus's name!?" he said as he felt a searing hot pain on his left cheek. The giant continued to pummel his defenseless foe with his hot frying pan. Each hit was met with a grunt as Zackeroar felt his strength growing weaker and weaker. "Damn this demon! Oh, wait. He's getting slower and slower." He grunted. "I have to block him the next time."

With all the strength he could muster, Zackeroar blocked with his heavy bronze shield. The pan ringed and vibrated as metal crashed against metal. Taking advantage of this, the Spartan used his right foot to kick his opponent in the crotch. The impact sent the giant staggering back as he screamed loudly. "Ow! I'll get you for that!" shouted the Blood Chef.

The Spartan got to his feet, shield and spear in hand, while Basil was still recovering. He feinted a thrust with his spear and bashed with his shield. The Blood Chef retaliated by grabbing the shield with both hands and throwing it as far as he could. "Son of a witch!" exclaimed Zackeroar. He grabbed his spear by the oak shaft with two hands then hit his opponent on the right part of his neck, the wooden oak shaft barely hitting the gigantic monster. Then, he brought it back, hitting the left part of Basil's neck.

He tried thrusting at Fetuccine's face, but it was met by the pan of the Blood Chef himself. The spear was sent flying as a horizontal slash parried the thrust. Quickly, Basil raised the pan above his head and brought it down, aiming for the head of the smaller combatant. Zackeroar sidestepped right and ran behind him. He punched the shin of the giant, causing him to kneel one on knee. "Seems like I won't need to use Wrath. Heh." the Spartan said as he unsheathed his greatsword. With a powerful horizontal slash, the monster's head was disconnected from the neck. Blood squirted everywhere as the head rolled in front of the killer.

"You were never fit for the wRHG, you demonic pile of goat shit. Neither were you fit to live in this world, you cannibalistic nightmare. May you suffer in the Underworld forever, fiend." muttered the demi-god as he threw two drachma at the corpse of the seven footer. "Say hello to the ferryman for me, Basil Fetuccine."

Grabbing his weapons, he headed home. Zackeroar got lost a few times in what he called a "maze of a town". Finally, as the sun set in the west and the sky turned to an red orange hue, the Spartan made it to the base of his new clan. He walked with a sack in his hand and what seemed to be a round figure inside of it.

He entered the briefing room and was surprised to see everyone there. Gus, Sencarn, Gramps, and Giselle were all seated on the very same table and seemed to not have moved since Zackeroar left.

"So, how did the mission go?" asked Sencarn.

Zackeroar dropped the brown sack and let the round figure roll forward on the floor.

"What is this?" asked Gus.
"That, Gus, is Basil's head." answered Giselle.
"Good job, Zackeroar!" shouted Sencarn as the group applaused.
"The gods and godesses helped me. I did most of the heavy lifting, though." said Zackeroar with a smirk on his face.
"Hahahaha." Gramps laughed. "Well, warrior, I think it's time for you to rest. Good job once again, Zack."
"Yes, good job. Go rest now for we may need you in the future." said Sencarn as Zackeroar bowed and exited the room.

Kamiroo Wolf
07-21-2016, 03:24 PM
So, Zackeroar has finished his first ACR. :) CnC please?


"So, this is it." said Sencarn as the two entered the underground base of Sanctuary. It was a huge cavernous space with everything that a clan could hope its base would be. Zackeroar looked around in awe of his new home. "Mortal, I must commend you for this beautiful piece of architecture. This even rivals the beauty of the Parthenon!" said the Spartan as his new leader escorted him to his own bedroom. "Why, thank you, son of Zeus! Oh, I forgot to mention." Sencarn's voice bounced around the walls of the base as they stopped right in front of the door of Zackeroar's bedroom. "No fighting inside the base. Well, except in the spar rooms, but other than that, please settle civil disputes either non-violently or outside." said the crimson eyed man. "No problem with that. I swear it. Let the gods bear witness to my oath." replied the Spartan.

Sencarn opened the oak door and gestured for Zackeroar to enter the room first. The wooden floor creaked as the metal-clad warrior entered his new lodging. "I hope this fits your needs." said the leader of Sanctuary. "Yes, yes it does. You have my thanks." Zackeroar said with a smile as he set aside his weapons and armor. "Alright, I'll be going then. Please, make yourself feel at home. The kitchen should be right down the hall if you need to eat. Me and the other clan members are always here to assist you if you need our help. Some of the others might drop by as well. I'll be calling you later." Sencarn left the room.

Three of the other members of Sanctuary visited and welcomed their new ally to the clan. One was another demigod called Ergos. He wasn't the son of any Greek gods, no, but he was the son of a blacksmith and a goddess. Zackeroar, intrigued, vowed to talk more once he was settled in. Another man named Light visited the Spartan as well. He was armor-clad in a darkish armor much like his. Apparently, he used to be much more to which Zackeroar said, "Surely one day you will return to your former glory. I swear I will help you achieve this." Dante, another member of Sanctuary, was out and not in the clan base at that moment. His latest enemy, Winston, also came and welcomed the proud warrior. Well, he tried to welcome his new clanmate. As the artist tried to enter the room, Zackeroar shut the door to his face. Other than that, the Spartan also had not met the core members of the clan yet.

The next day, Zackeroar woke up to see Sencarn standing beside his bed. "Good morning, Zackeroar. Please, get your armor and weapons ready and meet me at the briefing area." After that, the crimson-eyed leader of Sanctuary went out of the room. The demi-god quickly rose to his feet and stretched. Then, after donning his armor and grabbing his weapons, headed to the briefing room. The briefing room consisted of a table with chairs around it. All kinds of machines and doohickies which the Spartan didn't understand surrounded the table. "Ah, welcome! Please, take a seat." said Sencarn. "This is Gus." A man with a gas mask and a metal helmet nodded and shook hands with the metal-clad warrior. "This is Giselle." A woman with dark brown eyes and brown hair smiled at Zackeroar. The Spartan smiled back as Sencarn introduced an old man with a cane in his hand. "You can call me Gramps." said this same old man.

"Now that you're acquainted with everyone, let us start with the briefing." said Sencarn sternly.
"Alright, so, Zack. Can I call you Zack?" asked Gus.
"I prefer to be called Wrath Incarnate Zackeroar, son of Zeus, Protector of the Innocent and the Demonslayer, but Zack or Zackeroar is fine." replied the scion of the god of gods.
"Ok then, Zack. So, there is this one guy called Basil Fettucine. Guy's a total ass, if we can even call him a guy." replied the metal masked man.
"He calls himself a Blood Chef." said Giselle. "He, or I should say it, is a gigantic monstrosity with no facial features except a single row of pointed teeth. He towers over most, being 7 feet tall."
"I've faced scarier hellspawns than this one." boasted Wrath Incarnate.
"Yes, I'm sure you have, sonny, but this one is different." rebuked the old man. "He is a cannibal that owns a restaurant in one of the dark corners of town. Well, I don't know if we can call him a cannibal due to the fact that he doesn't seem to be human. He basically skins people alive then cooks them."
"Don't let his gentleman attitude fool you, warrior. He is as savage as he is civilized. It doesn't make sense, I know. He does gentlemanly things like holding the door for people and stuff like that. On the contrary though, he is the kind of asshole who kidnaps women and slams doors on people's throats." informed Sencarn.
"Bloody hell! This demon deserves to rot in Tartarus! I swear I will rid the earth of this monstrosity. Where do I find him?" Zackeroar zealously answered.
"He has a restaurant in town called 'Chef Basil's Bistro'. It's near the edge of the town's boundaries." said Giselle. Without a word, Zackeroar stood up and walked away.

The establishment looked fancy for a restaurant in one of the darkest places in town. It was a rectangular building with a large glass window spanning half of the front facade. Inside, you could see a black wallpaper with a red border. A golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, shedding light onto the people eating below. Well, there were none since the restaurant wasn't open yet. A sign hung from the doorknob of the dark oaken entrance. "Welcome to Chef Basil's Bistro! Open from 6:00 AM to 7:00 PM." were the words etched onto the sign.

Zackeroar felt a vibration on the left pocket of his tattered brown leggings. He put his hand inside and pulled out his phone. It was the indestructible one given to him by the leader of his former clan, Aiba Kannagi of the Wind Chasers. He removed his helmet, the plume swaying as the wind blew. Holding his helmet with his left hand, the phone's ringing stopped as the demi-god answered the call.

"Hello, mortal. Who is this?" asked the Spartan.
"Hello, Zackeroar. This is Gus." answered the voice on the other side of the phone.
"Gus? How in Tartarus did you contact me?"
"I have my ways. So, how is the mission going?"
"I'm at this fiend's lair. It says it opens at 6:00 AM. Whatever that means to you humans."
"It means he's going to arrive in about.....now."

A tall figure strolled down the street towards the bistro as the Spartan observed from a distance, still talking to Gus on his phone. Upon closer observance, he saw that the giant of a man had no facial features. Only a single row of teeth.

"Gus."
"Yes, what is it? That was a long silence, Zack."
"Target spotted. I'll call you when I have slain this beast."

"Good morning." said the giant to Zackeroar as he passed by. The Spartan observed him and eyed him from head to toe. Basil had a crimson-splattered chef hat on his head and an apron covered in mucus in blood. His body was well chiseled and he had muscles all around. He had his feet on the concrete sidewalk, bare and without any form of protection.
"Ah, yes, yes." said the demi-god after a short pause. "Good morning to you as well."

Basil nodded and seemed to give a smile then walked to the alley between his restaurant and the brick building next door. A door creaked and Zackeroar knew it was time. He put on his helmet and grabbed his spear and shield. "What do the mortals say? What was it again? Oh, yes. Now I remember. It's show time." He walked with a certain swagger that only he had when it was time for battle. The wooden door crashed down with a mighty kick from the Spartan.

"What are you doing!?" yelled the faceless monster.
"Basil Fetuccine. I have come to stop your cannibalism and demonic acts, you unworthy sack of horse shit!"
"Come at me then!" said Basil as he held a frying pan in hand.

"This kitchen is too small. I am at a severe disadvantage here. Better bring it outside. Ares, guide my blade. Zeus, watch over your son. Athena, give me wisdom in this battle of mine. Hades, uncle. Swear to me you will have room for this Blood Chef in the Underworld." Zackeroar thought as his enemy charged, frying pan raised above his head and ready to strike. The Spartan sidestepped right and the Chef continued to run right through the entry way and into the alley. The demi-god kicked the back of the seven foot giant, sending him a few steps forward before falling face first onto the sidewalk. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." Zackeroar said with a smirk on his face.

Relentless, the demi-god raised his spear high and brought it down, steel tip first towards the head of the fallen giant. Before the thrust could connect, the Blood Chef kicked with both of his feet. Zackeroar blocked with his shield, but the force of the kick caused him to stagger back as Basil jumped to his feet. He then rushed towards the Spartan, who was still recovering from the blunt force of the kick.

Fetuccine raised the pan on his right hand and swung it horizontally, aiming for Zackeroar's left temple. The Spartan sidestepped, dodging the pan as it swung close to his head. Then, he thrust his spear towards the exposed torso of his enemy. The Blood Chef took a step back, barely managing to dodge the spear as it ripped the front of his apron.

"Bloody hell, mate! Why'd you do that!?" he said as he tore his apron and threw it on the concrete road.

In a fit of rage, the giant charged the Spartan like a bull. It sent the demi-god to the brick wall as the chest and shoulders of the seven footer crashed into the body of the smaller man. Zackeroar grunted as the armor on his back screeched when he hit the wall and slumped. Quickly, the giant grabbed the fully armored warrior and raised him above his head. A moment later and he was sent crashing down towards the pavement.

The pan hit Zackeroar's helmet as he lay on the sidewalk. He screamed as his helmet rang when metal hit metal.

"What in Zeus's name!?" he said as he felt a searing hot pain on his left cheek. The giant continued to pummel his defenseless foe with his hot frying pan. Each hit was met with a grunt as Zackeroar felt his strength growing weaker and weaker. "Damn this demon! Oh, wait. He's getting slower and slower." He grunted. "I have to block him the next time."

With all the strength he could muster, Zackeroar blocked with his heavy bronze shield. The pan ringed and vibrated as metal crashed against metal. Taking advantage of this, the Spartan used his right foot to kick his opponent in the crotch. The impact sent the giant staggering back as he screamed loudly. "Ow! I'll get you for that!" shouted the Blood Chef.

The Spartan got to his feet, shield and spear in hand, while Basil was still recovering. He feinted a thrust with his spear and bashed with his shield. The Blood Chef retaliated by grabbing the shield with both hands and throwing it as far as he could. "Son of a witch!" exclaimed Zackeroar. He grabbed his spear by the oak shaft with two hands then hit his opponent on the right part of his neck, the wooden oak shaft barely hitting the gigantic monster. Then, he brought it back, hitting the left part of Basil's neck.

He tried thrusting at Fetuccine's face, but it was met by the pan of the Blood Chef himself. The spear was sent flying as a horizontal slash parried the thrust. Quickly, Basil raised the pan above his head and brought it down, aiming for the head of the smaller combatant. Zackeroar sidestepped right and ran behind him. He punched the shin of the giant, causing him to kneel one on knee. "Seems like I won't need to use Wrath. Heh." the Spartan said as he unsheathed his greatsword. With a powerful horizontal slash, the monster's head was disconnected from the neck. Blood squirted everywhere as the head rolled in front of the killer.

"You were never fit for the wRHG, you demonic pile of goat shit. Neither were you fit to live in this world, you cannibalistic nightmare. May you suffer in the Underworld forever, fiend." muttered the demi-god as he threw two drachma at the corpse of the seven footer. "Say hello to the ferryman for me, Basil Fetuccine."

Grabbing his weapons, he headed home. Zackeroar got lost a few times in what he called a "maze of a town". Finally, as the sun set in the west and the sky turned to an red orange hue, the Spartan made it to the base of his new clan. He walked with a sack in his hand and what seemed to be a round figure inside of it.

He entered the briefing room and was surprised to see everyone there. Gus, Sencarn, Gramps, and Giselle were all seated on the very same table and seemed to not have moved since Zackeroar left.

"So, how did the mission go?" asked Sencarn.

Zackeroar dropped the brown sack and let the round figure roll forward on the floor.

"What is this?" asked Gus.
"That, Gus, is Basil's head." answered Giselle.
"Good job, Zackeroar!" shouted Sencarn as the group applaused.
"The gods and godesses helped me. I did most of the heavy lifting, though." said Zackeroar with a smirk on his face.
"Hahahaha." Gramps laughed. "Well, warrior, I think it's time for you to rest. Good job once again, Zack."
"Yes, good job. Go rest now for we may need you in the future." said Sencarn as Zackeroar bowed and exited the room.


I didn't notice much aside from a tendency to "overuse"(you didn't really, but some words could have been substituted for others in places imho) words in certain areas of the story and some common errors.

"Ringed" Should be rang, for example.

Other than that, splendid work! I might take a target for myself.

Double edit: XDHunterNest's ACR results now on the OP ;D


D'aw. Kam. I'll pick the passage out for ya. It's only a few lines when you separate it out.

And if anything does seem off- whether it's with this story or any other- it doesn't matter what stage we're at- we'll totally do what we can to work around it! The goal is to make a story that everyone can enjoy, and if we can do a better job with that, then we'll happily find a way to!

If you want a summary, Dante just shot Sencarn a quick phonecall to let him know what the deal was with Nehushtan. 6 lines of dialogue, 3 sentences exposition. Not a huge thing.

Whatever had happened to change the (Coils') meeting time likely wasn’t something to take unseriously. Grabbing his phone as he put on some boxers, he (Dante) dials up Sencarn. After a few rings, there’s an answer.

“What is it, Dante?” Sencarn asks. Judging by his voice, he hadn’t been close to sleeping yet, despite the time.

“The Doctor is calling for the Coils sooner,” he informs him, now attempting to put his pants on both legs at a time. “It seems something has happened; any ideas from your side?”

“Nothing that we know about or that we’ve done. Aside from the information we received in regards to the Night Creatures being moved and some facilities being attacked, we’ve gotten no reads on anything that would make Nehushtan act strangely.”

“Yeah, I was worried about that. I’ll be sure to keep you up to date on things. It was smart to send me into their midst though. After all, even if our goals are similar, they’re too close-minded. I’m lucky they need talent among them, otherwise who knows how difficult they’d be to keep track of.”

“Just be sure to keep whatever sins you commit in their name to a minimum. You may be a member of Sanctuary, but a sinner is a sinner.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” Dante says as he rolls his eyes, hanging up the cell and tossing it on his bed as he pulls on a shirt.

Eyyy thanks for that, really appreciate it, but I'm still wantin' to read that clan war @_@

devi
07-23-2016, 01:18 PM
Light stretched back his shoulders, cracking his dried skin and dead bones as he moved, and turned his head to the mattress store. The shop emanated a light blue color in the dark of night, illuminating the surroundings with its brightness. The inside was a sleek white, the walls adorned with pictures of scenery made to calm those that gazed upon them. People wandered around within, unsure what to buy from the store, as the store had a large variety of beds. Light stepped into the store. He didn’t have his armor on this time, instead just adorning a dark blue robe he had with him in his belongings. His head was hooded and the face covered by the scarf he had gotten earlier that day. The robe concealed his undead form; one could simply assume it was an shy tall man. He looked cautiously around, walking down the middle of the store, his naked dead feet pressing heavily onto the clean floor. Behind him he left a trail dirt brown footsteps and grey skin flaking onto the ground. A worker turned his head as he saw Light walk in through the door, and plastered on a smile. Quickly approaching with a clipboard, the worker stopped a meter in front of the hulking robed man.

“Can I help you sir?” The worker asked inquisitively, holding his clipboard close to his chest. Light turned his head downwards to the voice and replied.

“No.”

“Then I’m going to have to ask you to go outside again, you are leaving a trail of dirt from your shoes and we don’t like dirty floors in this store.”

Light stepped forward to the worker, turning his head down all the way to look down at the shorter man. The worker gulped, intimidated by the towering being in front of him. His eyes twitched a bit as the robed man spoke once more.

“I’ll leave when my business here is done.” He started to step past the worker, reaching forward with his right leg. He had barely taken a step when the worker in turn moved in front of him again.

“You’ll leave when I ask you to. Don’t think that by being tall you scare me in the slightest.” Light started to tense his hand, the bone coming through the skin as he tried once more to come past. This time, the worker reached to grab his arm. Light elbowed his arm away and slammed his hand into worker’s throat, lifting him up with his cold hands. The robe on his arm dangled off, showing off the undead arm lifting the man up. The worker was in pure shock as his eyes widened in fear and he started to breathe faster and faster, completely concentrated on Light’s face. He could feel Light’s hand tightening on his throat, the air he desperately breathed for slowly slipping away. Light moved his face closer to the worker, his blue fiery eyes glowing through the scarf on his face.

“And you’ll die when I ask you to.”

“okay okay okay okay, you’re the boss! I’ll leave you alone! Just please don’t hurt me!” The worker whispered, his voice getting lighter and lighter as the robed man squeezed on his windpipe.

“Now tell me where I can find Joyce Romano.”

“She’sonthebedattheendoftheroompleaseletmego. ” The worker spoke so quickly that Light could barely hear what he was saying. Sighing loudly, he released his grip on the workers neck. The man fell to the ground hard, face planting onto the floor as he wheezed for breath. Light turned his head around. Most, if not all, the people in the store were staring at him with frightened and curious eyes. Light spoke to them in the most terrifying voice he could.

“What are you all looking that?” And with those words they all quickly bolted back to what they were doing. Light stepped over the wheezing body of the man he was strangling and walked to the end of the room.

He walked for about thirty seconds and stopped at the bed at the end of the long corridor that was the store. On a light blue bed lay his target, Joyce. She lay down on the bed, completely relaxed and oblivious to what just happened just a few meters ahead. Light heard her breath, it was soft and in a way relaxing. He stepped to the side of the bed and leaned over it, looking down at his target. A bit of his scarf dripped down and touched her face gently. She moved a bit, as she slowly opened her eyes. At first she was drowsy as he returned back to the world of the awake, but as her sight returned to her, the drowsiness turned into surprise.

“Are you Joyce Romano?”

“Depends on who’s asking.”

“A member from Sanctuary is asking.”

“Sactuary? Oh you mean the guys who sit around and complain about the system they’re stuck in but never actually do something about it?” Light was about to answer that question, but he froze, as he had no answer to give. He quickly composed himself.

“I was sent here to recruit you into our clan, we require assistance by all we can find.”

“What makes you say I would even be interested in joining your clan?”

“We know about your family.” And with that Joyce shot up from her bed. Her head barely missed the towering giants face, and Light recoiled back in surprise. Her mildly tired but playful face turning into one of concern. She bit her finger as she spoke quietly.

“How do you people even know about that?”

“Word travels quickly through the mouths of the curious. Nothing stays secret, nothing spoken stays silent, and nothing written stays hidden.”

“Nice poetry.”

Joyce strolled around the bed for a few seconds in thought, her mind frozen in the process of figuring out what to do. Finally, she spoke once more with a determined voice.

“What do I get from joining in your little club?”

“We will assist you with finding your family.”

“Is that a guarantee, or a promise?” Joyce asked while staring right into Light’s fiery eyes.

They both stood there for a while in complete silence, no sounds but the light on the roof of the store. A light flickered a bit, turning the room dark for half a second, the only light in that half second being the fire of Light’s eyes. With a heavy hit to his chest with his hand, Light broke the silence. The impact moved his robe a bit, showing off his gnarly dead hands. He fell to a knee and looked down, as if showing respect to royalty.

“I swear this unto you with my strongest vow.” He pulled off the robe on his other arm, full revealing both to the dismay of Joyce who felt mildly disgusted. Suddenly, a bright flash of light blinded her, piercing her eyes as she turned away in surprise, hiding her eyes behind her hands. The light dispersed quickly, and she put down her hands. Light had burned a mark on his dead hand. The mark was of a square that had lines coming out at the edges, the lines joining together in a circle. In the center of the square was what seemed to be an eye; it was hard to see on the grey flesh. Joyce sighed loudly and scratched her head

“I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get, and you don’t seem like a guy who would lie about it considering you burnt your own skin.” Light rose up from his knee as she spoke. He gestured his arm for them to leave.

And so they did.

I'll be honest, I think Light misses the idea of sleeping.

Kamiroo Wolf
07-23-2016, 02:50 PM
Light stretched back his shoulders, cracking his dried skin and dead bones as he moved, and turned his head to the mattress store. The shop emanated a light blue color in the dark of night, illuminating the surroundings with its brightness. The inside was a sleek white, the walls adorned with pictures of scenery made to calm those that gazed upon them. People wandered around within, unsure what to buy from the store, as the store had a large variety of beds. Light stepped into the store. He didn’t have his armor on this time, instead just adorning a dark blue robe he had with him in his belongings. His head was hooded and the face covered by the scarf he had gotten earlier that day. The robe concealed his undead form; one could simply assume it was an shy tall man. He looked cautiously around, walking down the middle of the store, his naked dead feet pressing heavily onto the clean floor. Behind him he left a trail dirt brown footsteps and grey skin flaking onto the ground. A worker turned his head as he saw Light walk in through the door, and plastered on a smile. Quickly approaching with a clipboard, the worker stopped a meter in front of the hulking robed man.

“Can I help you sir?” The worker asked inquisitively, holding his clipboard close to his chest. Light turned his head downwards to the voice and replied.

“No.”

“Then I’m going to have to ask you to go outside again, you are leaving a trail of dirt from your shoes and we don’t like dirty floors in this store.”

Light stepped forward to the worker, turning his head down all the way to look down at the shorter man. The worker gulped, intimidated by the towering being in front of him. His eyes twitched a bit as the robed man spoke once more.

“I’ll leave when my business here is done.” He started to step past the worker, reaching forward with his right leg. He had barely taken a step when the worker in turn moved in front of him again.

“You’ll leave when I ask you to. Don’t think that by being tall you scare me in the slightest.” Light started to tense his hand, the bone coming through the skin as he tried once more to come past. This time, the worker reached to grab his arm. Light elbowed his arm away and slammed his hand into worker’s throat, lifting him up with his cold hands. The robe on his arm dangled off, showing off the undead arm lifting the man up. The worker was in pure shock as his eyes widened in fear and he started to breathe faster and faster, completely concentrated on Light’s face. He could feel Light’s hand tightening on his throat, the air he desperately breathed for slowly slipping away. Light moved his face closer to the worker, his blue fiery eyes glowing through the scarf on his face.

“And you’ll die when I ask you to.”

“okay okay okay okay, you’re the boss! I’ll leave you alone! Just please don’t hurt me!” The worker whispered, his voice getting lighter and lighter as the robed man squeezed on his windpipe.

“Now tell me where I can find Joyce Romano.”

“She’sonthebedattheendoftheroompleaseletmego. ” The worker spoke so quickly that Light could barely hear what he was saying. Sighing loudly, he released his grip on the workers neck. The man fell to the ground hard, face planting onto the floor as he wheezed for breath. Light turned his head around. Most, if not all, the people in the store were staring at him with frightened and curious eyes. Light spoke to them in the most terrifying voice he could.

“What are you all looking that?” And with those words they all quickly bolted back to what they were doing. Light stepped over the wheezing body of the man he was strangling and walked to the end of the room.

He walked for about thirty seconds and stopped at the bed at the end of the long corridor that was the store. On a light blue bed lay his target, Joyce. She lay down on the bed, completely relaxed and oblivious to what just happened just a few meters ahead. Light heard her breath, it was soft and in a way relaxing. He stepped to the side of the bed and leaned over it, looking down at his target. A bit of his scarf dripped down and touched her face gently. She moved a bit, as she slowly opened her eyes. At first she was drowsy as he returned back to the world of the awake, but as her sight returned to her, the drowsiness turned into surprise.

“Are you Joyce Romano?”

“Depends on who’s asking.”

“A member from Sanctuary is asking.”

“Sactuary? Oh you mean the guys who sit around and complain about the system they’re stuck in but never actually do something about it?” Light was about to answer that question, but he froze, as he had no answer to give. He quickly composed himself.

“I was sent here to recruit you into our clan, we require assistance by all we can find.”

“What makes you say I would even be interested in joining your clan?”

“We know about your family.” And with that Joyce shot up from her bed. Her head barely missed the towering giants face, and Light recoiled back in surprise. Her mildly tired but playful face turning into one of concern. She bit her finger as she spoke quietly.

“How do you people even know about that?”

“Word travels quickly through the mouths of the curious. Nothing stays secret, nothing spoken stays silent, and nothing written stays hidden.”

“Nice poetry.”

Joyce strolled around the bed for a few seconds in thought, her mind frozen in the process of figuring out what to do. Finally, she spoke once more with a determined voice.

“What do I get from joining in your little club?”

“We will assist you with finding your family.”

“Is that a guarantee, or a promise?” Joyce asked while staring right into Light’s fiery eyes.

They both stood there for a while in complete silence, no sounds but the light on the roof of the store. A light flickered a bit, turning the room dark for half a second, the only light in that half second being the fire of Light’s eyes. With a heavy hit to his chest with his hand, Light broke the silence. The impact moved his robe a bit, showing off his gnarly dead hands. He fell to a knee and looked down, as if showing respect to royalty.

“I swear this unto you with my strongest vow.” He pulled off the robe on his other arm, full revealing both to the dismay of Joyce who felt mildly disgusted. Suddenly, a bright flash of light blinded her, piercing her eyes as she turned away in surprise, hiding her eyes behind her hands. The light dispersed quickly, and she put down her hands. Light had burned a mark on his dead hand. The mark was of a square that had lines coming out at the edges, the lines joining together in a circle. In the center of the square was what seemed to be an eye; it was hard to see on the grey flesh. Joyce sighed loudly and scratched her head

“I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get, and you don’t seem like a guy who would lie about it considering you burnt your own skin.” Light rose up from his knee as she spoke. He gestured his arm for them to leave.

And so they did.

I'll be honest, I think Light misses the idea of sleeping.

Great work as always and congrats on your first target, now excuse me while I edit the OP with your results.

Update on collab:

No response from Shadowmirror. As much as it pains me, I think we're going to have to skip over him.

@Chromium, I'll be sending you a message with what Devi and I have completed thus far, but I can instead share it with you via google docs if you wish.

Azure
07-23-2016, 02:54 PM
Question: how would you feel about a non-wRHG, non-member being paid an exorbitant amount to assassinate somebody?

Kamiroo Wolf
07-23-2016, 02:57 PM
Question: how would you feel about a non-wRHG, non-member being paid an exorbitant amount to assassinate somebody?

Assassinating one of ours or us assigning you a target?

I believe I have a target or two ready for you for free if you're looking for someone to mutilate.

XDHunterNest
07-23-2016, 03:35 PM
Light stretched back his shoulders, cracking his dried skin and dead bones as he moved, and turned his head to the mattress store. The shop emanated a light blue color in the dark of night, illuminating the surroundings with its brightness. The inside was a sleek white, the walls adorned with pictures of scenery made to calm those that gazed upon them. People wandered around within, unsure what to buy from the store, as the store had a large variety of beds. Light stepped into the store. He didn’t have his armor on this time, instead just adorning a dark blue robe he had with him in his belongings. His head was hooded and the face covered by the scarf he had gotten earlier that day. The robe concealed his undead form; one could simply assume it was an shy tall man. He looked cautiously around, walking down the middle of the store, his naked dead feet pressing heavily onto the clean floor. Behind him he left a trail dirt brown footsteps and grey skin flaking onto the ground. A worker turned his head as he saw Light walk in through the door, and plastered on a smile. Quickly approaching with a clipboard, the worker stopped a meter in front of the hulking robed man.

“Can I help you sir?” The worker asked inquisitively, holding his clipboard close to his chest. Light turned his head downwards to the voice and replied.

“No.”

“Then I’m going to have to ask you to go outside again, you are leaving a trail of dirt from your shoes and we don’t like dirty floors in this store.”

Light stepped forward to the worker, turning his head down all the way to look down at the shorter man. The worker gulped, intimidated by the towering being in front of him. His eyes twitched a bit as the robed man spoke once more.

“I’ll leave when my business here is done.” He started to step past the worker, reaching forward with his right leg. He had barely taken a step when the worker in turn moved in front of him again.

“You’ll leave when I ask you to. Don’t think that by being tall you scare me in the slightest.” Light started to tense his hand, the bone coming through the skin as he tried once more to come past. This time, the worker reached to grab his arm. Light elbowed his arm away and slammed his hand into worker’s throat, lifting him up with his cold hands. The robe on his arm dangled off, showing off the undead arm lifting the man up. The worker was in pure shock as his eyes widened in fear and he started to breathe faster and faster, completely concentrated on Light’s face. He could feel Light’s hand tightening on his throat, the air he desperately breathed for slowly slipping away. Light moved his face closer to the worker, his blue fiery eyes glowing through the scarf on his face.

“And you’ll die when I ask you to.”

“okay okay okay okay, you’re the boss! I’ll leave you alone! Just please don’t hurt me!” The worker whispered, his voice getting lighter and lighter as the robed man squeezed on his windpipe.

“Now tell me where I can find Joyce Romano.”

“She’sonthebedattheendoftheroompleaseletmego. ” The worker spoke so quickly that Light could barely hear what he was saying. Sighing loudly, he released his grip on the workers neck. The man fell to the ground hard, face planting onto the floor as he wheezed for breath. Light turned his head around. Most, if not all, the people in the store were staring at him with frightened and curious eyes. Light spoke to them in the most terrifying voice he could.

“What are you all looking that?” And with those words they all quickly bolted back to what they were doing. Light stepped over the wheezing body of the man he was strangling and walked to the end of the room.

He walked for about thirty seconds and stopped at the bed at the end of the long corridor that was the store. On a light blue bed lay his target, Joyce. She lay down on the bed, completely relaxed and oblivious to what just happened just a few meters ahead. Light heard her breath, it was soft and in a way relaxing. He stepped to the side of the bed and leaned over it, looking down at his target. A bit of his scarf dripped down and touched her face gently. She moved a bit, as she slowly opened her eyes. At first she was drowsy as he returned back to the world of the awake, but as her sight returned to her, the drowsiness turned into surprise.

“Are you Joyce Romano?”

“Depends on who’s asking.”

“A member from Sanctuary is asking.”

“Sactuary? Oh you mean the guys who sit around and complain about the system they’re stuck in but never actually do something about it?” Light was about to answer that question, but he froze, as he had no answer to give. He quickly composed himself.

“I was sent here to recruit you into our clan, we require assistance by all we can find.”

“What makes you say I would even be interested in joining your clan?”

“We know about your family.” And with that Joyce shot up from her bed. Her head barely missed the towering giants face, and Light recoiled back in surprise. Her mildly tired but playful face turning into one of concern. She bit her finger as she spoke quietly.

“How do you people even know about that?”

“Word travels quickly through the mouths of the curious. Nothing stays secret, nothing spoken stays silent, and nothing written stays hidden.”

“Nice poetry.”

Joyce strolled around the bed for a few seconds in thought, her mind frozen in the process of figuring out what to do. Finally, she spoke once more with a determined voice.

“What do I get from joining in your little club?”

“We will assist you with finding your family.”

“Is that a guarantee, or a promise?” Joyce asked while staring right into Light’s fiery eyes.

They both stood there for a while in complete silence, no sounds but the light on the roof of the store. A light flickered a bit, turning the room dark for half a second, the only light in that half second being the fire of Light’s eyes. With a heavy hit to his chest with his hand, Light broke the silence. The impact moved his robe a bit, showing off his gnarly dead hands. He fell to a knee and looked down, as if showing respect to royalty.

“I swear this unto you with my strongest vow.” He pulled off the robe on his other arm, full revealing both to the dismay of Joyce who felt mildly disgusted. Suddenly, a bright flash of light blinded her, piercing her eyes as she turned away in surprise, hiding her eyes behind her hands. The light dispersed quickly, and she put down her hands. Light had burned a mark on his dead hand. The mark was of a square that had lines coming out at the edges, the lines joining together in a circle. In the center of the square was what seemed to be an eye; it was hard to see on the grey flesh. Joyce sighed loudly and scratched her head

“I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get, and you don’t seem like a guy who would lie about it considering you burnt your own skin.” Light rose up from his knee as she spoke. He gestured his arm for them to leave.

And so they did.

I'll be honest, I think Light misses the idea of sleeping.

Good job, devi! :D I enjoyed the read very much.

Azure
07-23-2016, 03:38 PM
No, I'm not looking to kill any of you guys. Yet.

XDHunterNest
07-23-2016, 03:46 PM
No, I'm not looking to kill any of you guys. Yet.

RIP whoever Azure's target in the future is. Hopefully it isn't me. :P

devi
07-23-2016, 03:47 PM
1v1 me m8

Kamiroo Wolf
07-23-2016, 03:48 PM
No, I'm not looking to kill any of you guys. Yet.

Wonderful news all around.

Plenty of people need to die, just give me a bit of time to get a target ready for ya as I've got other stuff to do atm.

XDHunterNest
07-23-2016, 03:52 PM
1v1 me m8
Lol. I'd like to see this battle.

Kamiroo Wolf
09-11-2016, 12:38 AM
Alright, just gotta check in with Hunter to see if he got his part done.

If so, then we should be done with only a few minor complications and if not then I'll probably end up asking Chrome to wrap up his section or I'll finish it myself.

Needless to say, this was a drawn out ordeal, but I'm positive things will improve as I get more used to coordinating stuff like this. There should be some updates or something coming soon, so stay posted if you care ;o

Now if you excuse me, I'm going to sleep =_=

devi
09-11-2016, 01:31 AM
Just give him like circe four more days, and if he doesn't update us, drop him. I know that hunter was interested and wanted to work in on this, but the actual time this has taken is ridiculous.

Kamiroo Wolf
09-11-2016, 08:22 AM
Just give him like circe four more days, and if he doesn't update us, drop him. I know that hunter was interested and wanted to work in on this, but the actual time this has taken is ridiculous.

I completely agree with you there, and it's mostly the fault of my leniency with due dates. I'll give him a bit longer(might as well at this point), but after that I fully intend to skip over 'em and wrap it up as mentioned above.

Chromium7
09-11-2016, 09:20 AM
I would be more than happy to continue on with my part / collaborate with others to make a more satisfying / complete ending, though I will say that I did what I could to write in a way that what have currently... is, or can be, an ending. A cliffhanger ending maybe, but it's still an ending and we can move forward with it. All that's ultimately "missing" from the story right now is Zackeroar, and we're free to either edit him into things, or leave him out of it and just touch the story up a bit so it's ready to post on Stickpage.

As for the writing side, I'm not sure how many of us ended up sending in parts- I know me, Devi, and Kamiroo all did, which is good, and also that XDHunterNest didn't / isn't currently, and that shadowmirror may or may not have. All things considered, this... could've gone worse, with it being our first collab, us in different time zones, and us having never really established our clan community as the sort of hyperactive-yet-masterful project-producing band of baboons that clans like Night Creatures, the Coils of Nehushtan, and others like to think they and their clanmates are all of the time. I think that everyone who did write learned from it and will continue to as we finalize this, and my hope is that those who didn't write will still have their wish and legacies respected within whatever story we finally go forward with, and that their renewed passion and guidance will come together to form the hand that guides us all from here onto later, greater things.

We should discuss things in more detail as Hunter's time ticks down, either on the thread if we're fine with discussing spoilers (such as how Light valiantly braves a storm of ketchuped weiners) or away... somewhere, if we wanted to keep the details a secret for some reason- which we don't, probably. If anyone has questions regarding my ending and how to bring things back (from where I left it) to where we want them for the future, I will happily answer them here or elsewhere, and am keeping myself open to questions of all sorts as well.

Do I like Rhubarb? Surprisingly yes.

Kamiroo Wolf
09-14-2016, 08:06 PM
Do I like Rhubarb? Surprisingly yes.

Wonderful news. In addition to that news, Hunter has finished his story :D Now all that's left is to add it to what we already have and wrap up where Chrome left off. I'll PM him after I post here to check if he's still up for it, but if not I'll wrap it up myself.

Also, we posting this bad boy here or do you special campers wanna put it in a separate thread?

Chromium7
09-15-2016, 03:52 AM
@Kamiroo:


Wonderful news. In addition to that news, Hunter has finished his story :D Now all that's left is to add it to what we already have and wrap up where Chrome left off. I'll PM him after I post here to check if he's still up for it, but if not I'll wrap it up myself.
Still up for it! But I'm not seeing Hunter's story on the Gdoc- you said in the PM that it was going in the beginning portion? I haven't heard anything from him directly is all.

Also, we posting this bad boy here or do you special campers wanna put it in a separate thread?
I would say post it as a separate thread, then put a link to the new thread on the front page of the clan.


@XDHunterNest:

Bad prawn? :rolleyes:

Azure
09-15-2016, 01:45 PM
Bastet slowly prowled through the grass, her lithe movements leaving nary a visible movement amongst the foliage. Her prey was near; she could practically hear her light breathing. The young vigilante had taken some time to track down, but Bastet was a huntress, a predator. The contract she'd been given had been rather specific: the target, Bridget Greene, was to be eliminated or restrained in some way, and her bow was to be delivered as proof the mission had been carried out. Sanctuary, though a group for "good," didn't seem to care for those they couldn't control, and with her vigilante tactics, Bridget didn't fit their agenda.

And Bastet just happened to have some free time to take on some jobs.

In the dimming glow of the afternoon sun, Bridget was resting beneath a lone oak, back pressed against the warm and rough bark, her bow to her side. She hadn't had to face anyone that day; Bastet had kept a close eye on her activities for several days now. She was likely still in good enough physical condition to put up a considerable fight, if given the opportunity. Bastet, however, was a professional: Bridget wouldn't get a chance to act to begin with. Once the distance between them had shortened considerably, Bastet jacked into Greene's hearing. Twofold, she could hear the wind passing through grass, one set a bit softer than the other from the distance. Next, she jacked into her sight. There was only darkness; it seemed Bridget was currently resting her eyes. The opportunity was a good one.

Activating the blade on her ring, Bastet made a small slit on her right palm. As the crimson liquid slowly welled in her hand, it swirled, expanded, elongated until a crimson blade had formed. Behind her mask, Bastet licked her lips. This would almost be too easy. Moving carefully and keeping a metaphorical eye on Bridget's senses, Bastet made her way to the opposite side of the oak. Taking careful measurement of the distance between them, she elongated her blood blade until it was just the correct length, then pressed it against the tree. Slowly but steadily, she pressed; the crystalline blood slowly slipped into the wood, slowly, ever so slowly. Bastet had always been deceptively strong despite her frail appearance, and her weapons were sharper than glass. To perform a task like this was child's play for her.

Once it was near the hilt, she paused. It would be nearly poking from the other side by now; she was sure she'd measured the distance correctly. Still, she had to be careful. The next actions would have to be done quickly, precisely. Failure to do so would put her at a severe disadvantage against a ranged opponent. Taking a slow breath hidden by her mask, Bastet stabbed through, the blade just barely entering into the side of Bridget's neck. As soon as she felt it connect, she let the tip come undone, revert to simple blood and mingle inside of Greene's bloodstream. Bridget's eyes jolted open, and she rolled forward, bow in hand and a Blast Arrow drawn. Bastet backstepped as the arrow flew forward, knocking the tree towards her. She rolled to the side as Bridget drew back, another arrow aimed directly at Bastet's chest.

"Who are you? What did you do to me?" Bridget was frantic; she'd let her guard down. She hadn't expected anyone to find her out here, or to attack her so silently from behind. This woman had nicked her with something, and it clearly wasn't a normal weapon. Still, she'd prefer to not kill someone if she could help it.

Bastet held her hands up, letting her blood simply drip into the ground, sealing off the wound. She'd done all she needed to do; now, she simply had to wait. Bridget seemed to be growing more and more antsy as Bastet remained silent.

"Answer me, or I'll have to bring you down by force and make you answer!" As she spoke, something felt... off. Her hands were shaking, her eyes blurring. What had she done to her? "You... what did... you... me..." And without another word, she collapsed to her knees, before blacking out, her grip on her weapon loosening. Bastet stretched gently, the masked woman walking over to check on her target. She had been totally incapacitated it seemed. Her plan had worked out well.

Not too long before, Bastet had taken a powerful drug into her blood, one to induce sleep. Having developed a resistance to essentially every drug and poison, both synthetic and organic, it had no effect on her. However, when her blood entered Bridget, the drug began to circulate through her system; her panic only sped up the process. She wouldn't wake for a good time. Picking up the spear, Bastet picked up the archer as well. If she hadn't been caught unaware, and wasn't so soft-hearted, she might've been a serious threat. Now, however, she was nothing but a rag doll. The Masked Huntress gave a small yawn before pulling out her phone, firing off a quick text. All she needed for the job was Bridget's bow; she'd get her payment for a job well done.


Meanwhile, the Night Creatures had a new recruit to have broken in.


Mission Complete.
Weapon Delivered.
Payment Expected in Full.

Kamiroo Wolf
09-15-2016, 06:37 PM
Bastet slowly prowled through the grass, her lithe movements leaving nary a visible movement amongst the foliage. Her prey was near; she could practically hear her light breathing. The young vigilante had taken some time to track down, but Bastet was a huntress, a predator. The contract she'd been given had been rather specific: the target, Bridget Greene, was to be eliminated or restrained in some way, and her bow was to be delivered as proof the mission had been carried out. Sanctuary, though a group for "good," didn't seem to care for those they couldn't control, and with her vigilante tactics, Bridget didn't fit their agenda.

And Bastet just happened to have some free time to take on some jobs.

In the dimming glow of the afternoon sun, Bridget was resting beneath a lone oak, back pressed against the warm and rough bark, her bow to her side. She hadn't had to face anyone that day; Bastet had kept a close eye on her activities for several days now. She was likely still in good enough physical condition to put up a considerable fight, if given the opportunity. Bastet, however, was a professional: Bridget wouldn't get a chance to act to begin with. Once the distance between them had shortened considerably, Bastet jacked into Greene's hearing. Twofold, she could hear the wind passing through grass, one set a bit softer than the other from the distance. Next, she jacked into her sight. There was only darkness; it seemed Bridget was currently resting her eyes. The opportunity was a good one.

Activating the blade on her ring, Bastet made a small slit on her right palm. As the crimson liquid slowly welled in her hand, it swirled, expanded, elongated until a crimson blade had formed. Behind her mask, Bastet licked her lips. This would almost be too easy. Moving carefully and keeping a metaphorical eye on Bridget's senses, Bastet made her way to the opposite side of the oak. Taking careful measurement of the distance between them, she elongated her blood blade until it was just the correct length, then pressed it against the tree. Slowly but steadily, she pressed; the crystalline blood slowly slipped into the wood, slowly, ever so slowly. Bastet had always been deceptively strong despite her frail appearance, and her weapons were sharper than glass. To perform a task like this was child's play for her.

Once it was near the hilt, she paused. It would be nearly poking from the other side by now; she was sure she'd measured the distance correctly. Still, she had to be careful. The next actions would have to be done quickly, precisely. Failure to do so would put her at a severe disadvantage against a ranged opponent. Taking a slow breath hidden by her mask, Bastet stabbed through, the blade just barely entering into the side of Bridget's neck. As soon as she felt it connect, she let the tip come undone, revert to simple blood and mingle inside of Greene's bloodstream. Bridget's eyes jolted open, and she rolled forward, bow in hand and a Blast Arrow drawn. Bastet backstepped as the arrow flew forward, knocking the tree towards her. She rolled to the side as Bridget drew back, another arrow aimed directly at Bastet's chest.

"Who are you? What did you do to me?" Bridget was frantic; she'd let her guard down. She hadn't expected anyone to find her out here, or to attack her so silently from behind. This woman had nicked her with something, and it clearly wasn't a normal weapon. Still, she'd prefer to not kill someone if she could help it.

Bastet held her hands up, letting her blood simply drip into the ground, sealing off the wound. She'd done all she needed to do; now, she simply had to wait. Bridget seemed to be growing more and more antsy as Bastet remained silent.

"Answer me, or I'll have to bring you down by force and make you answer!" As she spoke, something felt... off. Her hands were shaking, her eyes blurring. What had she done to her? "You... what did... you... me..." And without another word, she collapsed to her knees, before blacking out, her grip on her weapon loosening. Bastet stretched gently, the masked woman walking over to check on her target. She had been totally incapacitated it seemed. Her plan had worked out well.

Not too long before, Bastet had taken a powerful drug into her blood, one to induce sleep. Having developed a resistance to essentially every drug and poison, both synthetic and organic, it had no effect on her. However, when her blood entered Bridget, the drug began to circulate through her system; her panic only sped up the process. She wouldn't wake for a good time. Picking up the spear, Bastet picked up the archer as well. If she hadn't been caught unaware, and wasn't so soft-hearted, she might've been a serious threat. Now, however, she was nothing but a rag doll. The Masked Huntress gave a small yawn before pulling out her phone, firing off a quick text. All she needed for the job was Bridget's bow; she'd get her payment for a job well done.


Meanwhile, the Night Creatures had a new recruit to have broken in.


Mission Complete.
Weapon Delivered.
Payment Expected in Full.

Very nicely done! Sencarn would be more than happy to keep up his end of the deal for such a clean extraction.


@Kamiroo:


Still up for it! But I'm not seeing Hunter's story on the Gdoc- you said in the PM that it was going in the beginning portion? I haven't heard anything from him directly is all.

I would say post it as a separate thread, then put a link to the new thread on the front page of the clan.


@XDHunterNest:

Bad prawn? :rolleyes:

Aye, I just haven't added it to the doc yet x3 I'll go ahead and get on that.

Chromium7
09-16-2016, 02:42 AM
Bastet slowly prowled through the grass, her lithe movements leaving nary a visible movement amongst the foliage. Her prey was near; she could practically hear her light breathing. The young vigilante had taken some time to track down, but Bastet was a huntress, a predator. The contract she'd been given had been rather specific: the target, Bridget Greene, was to be eliminated or restrained in some way, and her bow was to be delivered as proof the mission had been carried out. Sanctuary, though a group for "good," didn't seem to care for those they couldn't control, and with her vigilante tactics, Bridget didn't fit their agenda.

And Bastet just happened to have some free time to take on some jobs.

In the dimming glow of the afternoon sun, Bridget was resting beneath a lone oak, back pressed against the warm and rough bark, her bow to her side. She hadn't had to face anyone that day; Bastet had kept a close eye on her activities for several days now. She was likely still in good enough physical condition to put up a considerable fight, if given the opportunity. Bastet, however, was a professional: Bridget wouldn't get a chance to act to begin with. Once the distance between them had shortened considerably, Bastet jacked into Greene's hearing. Twofold, she could hear the wind passing through grass, one set a bit softer than the other from the distance. Next, she jacked into her sight. There was only darkness; it seemed Bridget was currently resting her eyes. The opportunity was a good one.

Activating the blade on her ring, Bastet made a small slit on her right palm. As the crimson liquid slowly welled in her hand, it swirled, expanded, elongated until a crimson blade had formed. Behind her mask, Bastet licked her lips. This would almost be too easy. Moving carefully and keeping a metaphorical eye on Bridget's senses, Bastet made her way to the opposite side of the oak. Taking careful measurement of the distance between them, she elongated her blood blade until it was just the correct length, then pressed it against the tree. Slowly but steadily, she pressed; the crystalline blood slowly slipped into the wood, slowly, ever so slowly. Bastet had always been deceptively strong despite her frail appearance, and her weapons were sharper than glass. To perform a task like this was child's play for her.

Once it was near the hilt, she paused. It would be nearly poking from the other side by now; she was sure she'd measured the distance correctly. Still, she had to be careful. The next actions would have to be done quickly, precisely. Failure to do so would put her at a severe disadvantage against a ranged opponent. Taking a slow breath hidden by her mask, Bastet stabbed through, the blade just barely entering into the side of Bridget's neck. As soon as she felt it connect, she let the tip come undone, revert to simple blood and mingle inside of Greene's bloodstream. Bridget's eyes jolted open, and she rolled forward, bow in hand and a Blast Arrow drawn. Bastet backstepped as the arrow flew forward, knocking the tree towards her. She rolled to the side as Bridget drew back, another arrow aimed directly at Bastet's chest.

"Who are you? What did you do to me?" Bridget was frantic; she'd let her guard down. She hadn't expected anyone to find her out here, or to attack her so silently from behind. This woman had nicked her with something, and it clearly wasn't a normal weapon. Still, she'd prefer to not kill someone if she could help it.

Bastet held her hands up, letting her blood simply drip into the ground, sealing off the wound. She'd done all she needed to do; now, she simply had to wait. Bridget seemed to be growing more and more antsy as Bastet remained silent.

"Answer me, or I'll have to bring you down by force and make you answer!" As she spoke, something felt... off. Her hands were shaking, her eyes blurring. What had she done to her? "You... what did... you... me..." And without another word, she collapsed to her knees, before blacking out, her grip on her weapon loosening. Bastet stretched gently, the masked woman walking over to check on her target. She had been totally incapacitated it seemed. Her plan had worked out well.

Not too long before, Bastet had taken a powerful drug into her blood, one to induce sleep. Having developed a resistance to essentially every drug and poison, both synthetic and organic, it had no effect on her. However, when her blood entered Bridget, the drug began to circulate through her system; her panic only sped up the process. She wouldn't wake for a good time. Picking up the spear, Bastet picked up the archer as well. If she hadn't been caught unaware, and wasn't so soft-hearted, she might've been a serious threat. Now, however, she was nothing but a rag doll. The Masked Huntress gave a small yawn before pulling out her phone, firing off a quick text. All she needed for the job was Bridget's bow; she'd get her payment for a job well done.


Meanwhile, the Night Creatures had a new recruit to have broken in.


Mission Complete.
Weapon Delivered.
Payment Expected in Full.

Damn. Did we just get played? I know the Coils would probably want Dante looking into this. Sure hope that bow (Soylent?) was worth the trouble, and that this Bridget character doesn't get into (or cause) too much suffering from here on. All in all though, this was a great story and I'm happy to see the concept of ACRs reaching outward to writers unaffiliated with the core membership of Sanctuary, and eager to see the repercussions of these contracts play out in whatever stories are to come.



Aye, I just haven't added it to the doc yet x3 I'll go ahead and get on that.

Alright, I'm seeing it! Read through it real quick, liking it so far. It's a pretty great opening, and I think my favorite part has to be Zackeroar literally saying "Fuck you." to the goddess of marriage. I've been fixing and making note of typos and little things I'm seeing as I go, it hasn't been anything too major, and anyone with access to the doc can clearly see what was changed. Pleasantly surprised by XDHunterNest's piece so far, and excited to see this collab on its way to release! I'm going to continue with small edits, additions, notations, etc for a bit, then get back to extending further the now-somewhat-extended ending to where the collab I... guess... spans through the night? Zackeroar could potentially also make a second appearance.

Also, I changed the font for the title to comic sans. I hope this is acceptable.

Kamiroo Wolf
09-16-2016, 07:38 AM
Damn. Did we just get played? I know the Coils would probably want Dante looking into this. Sure hope that bow (Soylent?) was worth the trouble, and that this Bridget character doesn't get into (or cause) too much suffering from here on. All in all though, this was a great story and I'm happy to see the concept of ACRs reaching outward to writers unaffiliated with the core membership of Sanctuary, and eager to see the repercussions of these contracts play out in whatever stories are to come.




Alright, I'm seeing it! Read through it real quick, liking it so far. It's a pretty great opening, and I think my favorite part has to be Zackeroar literally saying "Fuck you." to the goddess of marriage. I've been fixing and making note of typos and little things I'm seeing as I go, it hasn't been anything too major, and anyone with access to the doc can clearly see what was changed. Pleasantly surprised by XDHunterNest's piece so far, and excited to see this collab on its way to release! I'm going to continue with small edits, additions, notations, etc for a bit, then get back to extending further the now-somewhat-extended ending to where the collab I... guess... spans through the night? Zackeroar could potentially also make a second appearance.

Also, I changed the font for the title to comic sans. I hope this is acceptable.

Might wanna send Hunter those changes via pm. Don't think he was able to view the doc as he sent his submission through private message.

Hehe. Every kill, capture, and recruit shall serve their purpose

devi
09-18-2016, 03:40 AM
Also, I changed the font for the title to comic sans. I hope this is acceptable.

Kill urself

Chromium7
09-19-2016, 12:53 PM
Alright, sorted out some grammar things. Now here's the plan for the ending. I will push the ending to continue... through the night, and anyone who wants to help with that is free to, and Zackeroar may make a second appearance. Following this, devi will be at liberty to end the story with Light retrieving his "prize" the following day. Then we make sure other things I didn't fool with earlier like the change in tenses are all taken care of, then we can go ahead and post this.

And we have to keep the title in comic sans. It's important to me.

Kamiroo Wolf
09-19-2016, 01:36 PM
Alright, sorted out some grammar things. Now here's the plan for the ending. I will push the ending to continue... through the night, and anyone who wants to help with that is free to, and Zackeroar may make a second appearance. Following this, devi will be at liberty to end the story with Light retrieving his "prize" the following day. Then we make sure other things I didn't fool with earlier like the change in tenses are all taken care of, then we can go ahead and post this.

And we have to keep the title in comic sans. It's important to me.

*thumbs up* =u=

As long as this doesn't spill into October, I have no issues.

Kamiroo Wolf
09-19-2016, 05:59 PM
Double post but it comes bearing updates!

-Armory section added between Location and Members section!
-BMICS added to Armory section!
-Bridget's Bow added to Armory section!
-Bridget Greene added to ACR Targets list.

Crank
09-19-2016, 06:26 PM
If you post a story with a title in Comic Sans, I will burn Sanctuary to the ground

Also, I may need a target, just gotta figure out with who

Chromium7
09-19-2016, 09:02 PM
If you post a story with a title in Comic Sans, I will burn Sanctuary to the ground

It's official, then. We have to post this in Comic Sans. On our honor.

Then once tentatively October rolls around, we can work out a clan war versus Crank's character. Shouldn't be too hard, right? I mean he's just a dude with a bola. What could he possibly do that could possibly halt the warranted might of an aspect of sin? Pull a key out of his ass and poke us with it? Gee, I hope not.

love you dan

Chromium7
09-23-2016, 09:50 AM
Sorry for double-posting, but our first collab is up!!! Check it out here:
http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?100307-Sanctuary-Collab-1&p=1461614#post1461614

Devi is currently planning a follow-up to the collab taking place the day after the collab, and I am currently planning a story that takes place in days before. Sorry for the wait.

Crank
09-24-2016, 09:47 PM
“No, that’s fine, just if Serif shows up, please call me back at this number,” The short redhead pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a sigh as the woman on the other end of the line spoke a few lines, “I suppose you’re right, but at this point, I just want him to be somewhere. Thank you.”

The phone hung up with a soft click before she leaned forward on her desk, light from her computer monitor illuminating the bags under her eyes and untidy strands of hair that her ponytail failed to contain. The coffee cup beside her had long stopped steaming, but as her body begged her for rest, she took a sip of the lukewarm contents. A kiss of sunlight caressed her cheek as the sound of the door opened, but as her green eyes snapped open and her back straightened, an alertness found her.

It died on sight of the arrival.

“Good to see you too?” Her former classmate cast her a small grin while she gave him back a frown. As the man shut the door behind him, the girl crossed her arms. “Okay then. Alex says ‘hi’, by the way.”

“Are you talking in third, or do you mean Beatrix?”

“Well, I mean I guess I do too.”

“I only say ‘hi’ to her.”

“Heh.” It took a few brief moments of Annabelle’s mouth staying a straight line for Alex to realize she wasn’t kidding. “Seriously?”

“What do you want?”

“A room would be nice?”

“I’m at capacity.”

“There are literally three cars in the parking lot. One’s mine.” A mild annoyance found him as he began approaching the desk, “And I assume the other two are yours and your boyfriend’s. He’s got mail, by the way.”

Her eyes narrowed on him, his half-shut. “Tell Alex I didn’t sleep with him, I fell asleep next to him.”

“Riiiiight, because that’s totally different.” He tried his luck with another smirk. Snake eyes. Trying to shake it off, he reached out a manilla envelope with the name ‘Serif Winters’ elegantly written on it, which Annabelle took after a few lingering seconds. “It’s a stupid name, by the way,” He joked as her eyes danced on her desk in search of a pen.

“Does your logo still look like a swastika?”

“It didn’t, but no, I changed it,” Turning around, he leaned back on the desk.

“Then you have no room to talk, especially considering that you chose it.”

“I stand by it being fine. It was just a joined ‘F’ and ‘X’.” Glancing over his shoulder, he could see the redhead wedge a mechanical pencil inside the corner of the envelope. Raising an eyebrow, he drew back her eye contact as she hesitated. “I’m sorry, you’re just going to open that? Pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“It might not be for him.”

“Right, because you know, that name could mean anything. Maybe it’s a downloadable font code or something.”

She glared again. “I’m not saying it’s not about him.” Returning to the mission, her hand shook as she internally tried to justify the possible severe intrusion of a private man’s privacy. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?”

“A bed, but the service here is terrible.”

“Anywhere else?”

“I’m sorry, did I accidently become a Batman villain?”

“I don’t like drug dealers at my establishment.”

“It was beer in high school, not heroin to kindergarteners.” He let out a sigh while she huffed behind him. Glancing back, he noticed she was still struggling with opening it. “Need a hand? Maybe a hardened criminal like me could help. Pass it here.”

Locking eyes for a few seconds, Annabelle finally caved, returning the mail to the male, who wasted no time before sticking a finger in the exposed corner. Chuckling, he shook his head, but as he slowly started to tear, he just couldn’t resist the urge.

“Mwahaha,” It started as fake a silicone and quiet as a whisper, but Annabelle’s true aggravation made it genuine, growing louder as his embarrassment passed. Halfway through the slow tear he was laughing like a maniac, clearly overacting before he finished the envelope off in a sudden rip before falling to his knees. Arching his back, he bellowed his ‘ahahaha!s’ as loud as he possibly could, giving an exact zero fucks about any other residents.

“Will you shut up!”

Breaking into a real laugh, he shook his head while he stood back up, withdrawing a small stack of papers while the empty shell fell. “Dear Serif Winters comma,” He began in a fake british accent, glancing back between the page and the look of death Annabelle locked on him, “We at Sanctuary would like to formally thank you for your aid in the-” His eyes bulged at the next word and his voice stopped immediately. Paling terribly, his black widow’s peak almost made him look like a vampire. Forcing a cough, he lowered the sheet. “Heh, uh, so you still like bad boys, I see.”

“I can’t stand you, can I?” Her poker face failed her and flashed signs of worry in her eyes while her crossed arms looked to be more uncomfortable than guarded. “Give it here. What’d it say?”

Ignoring the first direction and running with the second, he cleared his throat again. “You ever see that underground area thing in the news? The kidnapping, and then the forced fights against ‘roided up nature? Yeah, that’s not a thing anymore. The host died.”

“Serif…”

“Was involved, yeah. A key player, it seems,” More less skimming by that point, he made intermittent eye contact with the motel manager. “Is he here?”

“No… He’s been missing for about a day now.”

“Then I assume this was what he was up to. It goes on to describe a job.”

“Define ‘job’.”

“Whoever-” Alex paused for a moment, his eyes skipping to the end of the letter for a moment, “Sencarn, wants him to recruit someone. But uh, weird thing is,” Uncomfortably, he scratched the back of his neck, making direct eye contact with Annabelle, anger absent from her, meeting the gaze nervously. “It’s heavily emphasized not to kill this guy.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“It is when you need to say it! Who the fuck is your boyfriend-”

“-He isn’t.”

“-that this doesn’t go without saying? I mean, fucking shit Ann, who are you in bed with?”

She went to say something, but her voice faltered. She’d been looking at Serif like a stray dog. He attacked when provoked, she saw that, but while he was distant, he always came off as driven, not rabid. The man was lost and hurt and betrayed but… beyond that, she hardly knew anything about him. His name, where he was from and who he was looking for. That was everything.

“Your silence is freaking me out, for the record.”

“Huh?” She shook her head, “I- I’m sorry. Just… thinking. I think I need to talk to him...”

“If you’ve still got that shotgun under your desk, yeah. Otherwise maybe not.” Going back to the middle of the letter, he double checked a detail. “This came from Sanctuary.”

“Sounds like a cult.”

“I think their main deal is that they don’t like the RHG. Isn’t your boy-toy a gladiator?”

And just like that, the agitation returned. “Serif didn’t sign himself up.”

“That’s not a thing that happens.”

“It’s a thing that happened to him.”

“Allegedly,” Sighing while she stood fast, he turned the page, “I haven’t heard much of either side... but I suppose I’ve heard darker ghost stories about the RHG. Sanctuary is just a thing that might exist.”

“And your first thought is still ‘allegedly’?” Walking around the counter, Annabelle joined his side, peering over his shoulder, “It says this guy’s a gladiator.”

“Yeah. And, apparently, a university teacher.”

Both sides were silent for a moment, Alex lowering a hand and beginning to anxiously tap his leg while Annabelle continued reading what could be described as a brief bio for the man.

“Is this the sort of thing your hopeful husband would do?”

Keeping her eyes on the page, Annabelle spoke, “He’s already looking for someone. I doubt he’d make a detour.”

“Think this is a paid job?”

That got her attention. Catching his look and gazing quizzically at him, she squinted. “What are you getting at?”

“I mean, it doesn’t sound dangerous, and the only way to know anything about them would probably be to go inside.”

Green eyes narrowed. “You want to do this?”

“I mean, hear me out. If Sanctuary is bad news, this Wu guy should be smart enough to see it. He’s also a gladiator with RHG connections, so he’d also be able to do something about it, ya know? On the flip side, I’m not super cool with the RHG and the potential for random fights to just, fucking happen, I guess? And for that to be rewarded?” Annabelle hesitated to reply, turning away from him, but when he shifted his body to face her, she glanced back. “And beyond that, let’s be real. Both of us could use the money, sometimes there’s a week between gigs for me, and again, I’m looking at three total cars outside. You need this just as bad as me. So, what do you say? 50/50?”

A long exhale left her as Alex reached out a hand. Thinking it, and looking him, over, her hands slid to her hips. “I don’t trust you. 60/40.”

“Hell no, I live in a car. 50/50 is generous.”

“You bought that car with drug money. 65/35.”

“Booze money.”

“70/30.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Annabelle didn’t even blink. “This isn’t how negotiations work!”

“It is with this. 75/25.”

“...And a free room.”

“For one night.”

“24 hours.”

Hands shook.


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“I feel like you’re being passive agressive.”

“I think this is the least ‘passive’ I’ve been about it.”

Alex let out a groan as he reclined his seat to the tender cadences of Avenged Sevenfold, Sick Puppies, and every other pending throat-punch type song Annabelle had in her playlist. “Do we have any idea what we’re doing?”

Watching Alex kick his feet up on the dashboard, the motel manager had to look back out the window, waiting for their marks’ class to get out. “Fighting the urge to pepperspray your eyes.”

Crunching fast food wrappers blended with the heavy drums as Alex’s feet returned to the floor. “Winging it then, got it.” Taking a deep breath, the young man unfolded the write-up in his pocket. Worst case scenario, he got his ass kicked by some fancy ice magic. Wait, no, killed by. Actually… died from hypothermia? He winced at the thought, flipping to the picture for a distraction. “Do you think Russians are offended by asian stereotypes?”

“I think you need to not speak at all and literally let me do everything when Ming comes out.”

“Ming Wu. I think in China just the first name would imply-...” His voice trailed at another thought. “Which I guess would be Wu anyway... unless it’s that way now because we’re in a given name then family name society here and just- Dammit! I had a plan for today! Pizza pillows and po-”

“There he is.”

Sitting up suddenly, Alex followed Annabelle’s eyes to see a chinese gentleman walking their vague direction towards the parking lot. His hair looked a little slept in, and he was wearing a pair of black pants and a navy blue dress shirt, buttoned almost all the way to the top, showing just a hint of his white undershirt. Sure but not certain, he double checked the photo before looking up to Annabelle’s glare. “Can you not? His tell is ‘the armor of pure ice that he encases himself in during battle’. He doesn’t have face-tattoos like your booty call, cut me some slack.”

“I’d rather just cut you.”

Rolling his eyes, Alex followed Annabelle’s lead out of the car, needing to take another glance to see that she was smiling forward. Shrugging, he mimicked her before falling a half step back. In only a few strides, their mark noticed them, and once the short redhead caught his eye, she gave a small wave. “Ming Wu?”

“That’s correct,” He smiled back, coming to a stop as the duo did as well, “May I help you Miss…?”

“Lee,” She replied, “Annabelle Lee.”

“And I’m her associate, Bond, J-” Pain exploded from his right shoulder, flinching from the blow before he snapped his eyes on Ann, her fist clenched and eyes glaring. Blinking as they flashed back to sweet upon returning to the professor, Alex rubbed his future bruise.

“Alexander Aas. He’s… a friend’s friend.”

“And what can I do for you my friend, and friend’s friend’s friend?”

Alex glanced at Annabelle as she chuckled. “Can we talk to you about something?”

“Of course.”

“The RHG,” The motel manager interjected, noting as suspicion furrowed gladiator’s brow, “Possibly somewhere private? I’d rather have your real opinions.”

“That depends on who sent you.”

“No one did,” Alex’s smile felt real with the pride of the half truth, “But her boyfrie-”

“He’s n-”

“The guy she sleeps-”

“We don-”

“Slept with once got pretty screwed by them. We just want to know if this is a common thing, and to ask you about yourself.”

Taking a moment, Ming Wu slowly nodded. “You only want to talk?”

“About that, and possibly something else,” Annabelle confessed, “But if you’re happy with the RHG, we won’t even go there.”

With a deep breath, Ming Wu motioned for them to follow. “I do hope you’re being truthful with me,” He stated, eyes falling primarily on Alex, “I’d hate for things to dissolve to violence.”

“Not as much as I would,” The man nervously chuckled. With an unspoken reply, the gladiator led the adolescents back inside of the vast university and through the tall halls towards his classroom as both the adolescents did their absolute best to pretend they’d been to a collage before. The walk was brief, but when the teacher opened the door to his class, it felt more akin to high school. Apparently what he taught wasn’t something that could be lectured well, and possibly was more individually tailored as a result. There was a simple four by five arrangement with the desks, with his larger one up front, nice and tidy with only a binder and computer on it. Whatever was on the vast chalkboard behind him, he must’ve erased before coming out. Following closely behind, they all stopped once they arrived at the front of the room.

“Tell me about your friend.”

“Her lover-” A yelp chirped out of his body as a blow right exactly on the fresh bruise made him hop to the side. He went to rub it, but touching it officially stung. Glaring at his companion, he shut up.

“Serif was entered in the system by someone posing with his identity, and he can’t even access his own information due to that ‘security breach’,” Annabelle solemnly began, maintaining a strong eye contact with the teacher, yet still let her eyes drift on occasion, “He was set up to separate him from the person he was protecting, and it resulted in their kidnapping. Since then, the RHG has done absolutely nothing to aid him with his situation, or even provide him with the details of his entry, so he could as least begin to understand how it began.”

“I heard that he had three battles in one day,” Feeling the tone more condemning than impressed, Annabelle nodded sheepishly, “He’s a violent man, I’d advise distancing yourself from him.”

“He’s just trapped in a corner,” The girl murmured, quickly lifting her voice back up as she followed up, “But is this sort of thing common? Not just shady entries, but leaving contestants out to dry or other… things.” Glancing to Alex to see if he had a better word, he shrugged.

“They’ve been good to me.”

“Not what we’re asking you.” Alex gave a half smile before immediately shying away when Ming Wu faced him. “Not to be rude, but we mean, beyond you. The company as a whole, are they something that you can back?”

“They pay me well and tend to my wounds. As I’ve said, they’ve been good to me.”

It was only a nudge, but where Annabelle touched him caused Alex to let out quick hiss of pain. As he caught on however, the girl dug into her purse, but as Ming Wu expected a bribe to come, his eyes hardened. Seeing a small business card for a motel, however, he eased. Glancing to Alex, he drew one as well, his being for children’s entertainer. “You do magic?”

“I can tell you your card and make you a balloon animal.” Ming Wu’s grin gave him one of his own. “We’re just a couple people with a few questions. We aren’t connected to anyone important.”

“Very well,” Ming Wu nodded, “But I still don’t have much more than speculation. Dark rumors have always shrouded the RHG, but there has never been physical information to prove it. Experimentation, abductions and forced combat are some of the most common ghost stories, but all three are still mere conspiracy theories at this moment in time. It is, however, fact that they do have criminals in their employ, and they’ve protected their gladiators when they’ve been accused of crimes. Your friend, I believe, in included in this, so perhaps you’ll have mixed emotions on it. Even if these myths were proven to be true, the RHG is already too big and powerful for action to be taken, and similarly, many people have no other home besides there, which would cause their displacement. Several of the fighters I’ve encountered are there because they have no other means of attaining the wealth that they desperately need, and once they’re there, they lack a way out or become addicted to the lifestyle.”

“Do you support them though?”

“They’re an integrated part of the world, similar to a casino. There’s immense risk getting involved, but in moderation, if you keep your head low enough, it could be a worthwhile venture.”

“But, hypothetically,” Annabelle inquired, “If there were no more casinos, do you think it’d be a good thing?”

“Casinos bring in a great deal of wealth into their communities. As a motel owner-” Alex’s eyes snapped on her at the word, but she ignored it, “You of all people should appreciate that. The RHG is similar. The cities the arenas are in do very well when shows are being held. The vendors inside make immense profit and toy and clothing manufacturers even see their sales rise. Similarly, crime does tend to rise and vigilant acts become more frequent. Weapon ownership skyrockets and there are plethoras of injuries. Gladiators die, there have been injured spectators, some sources even say some have been killed, and violence is applauded. It has ties to both sins and blessings.”

“And what if there was another option?”

In a heartbeat, Ming Wu became uneasy. Alex cleared his throat, but before he could continue, Annabelle jumped in.

“Have you heard of Sanctuary?”

In an instant, Ming Wu’s gaze hardened and the room dropped a solid twenty degrees.

“What have you heard of them,” Her pace quickened with her anxiety, but she made sure to at least lift her empty hands slowly, motioning for her acquaintance to do the same. “Truthfully, we know next to nothing about them, but what we’d bet, is that what you’ve heard may very well be propaganda from the RHG. North Korea says the US eats babies, don’t they?”

The gladiator was still tense, but the room did regain a bit of heat. Nowhere near the point of breaking even, however.

“No one knows fact from fiction until there’s investigation,” Not wanting to be schooled, Alex’s open palms were also facing the instructor, “You’re smart and capable and they want you with them. If they saw you as a threat, don’t you think they’d send someone violent after you?”

“You have no associates in either Sanctuary or RHG?”

Alex shook his head.

Ming Wu turned to Annabelle.

“Just Serif.”

“Then they tried.” The temperature fucking plummeted. An icy layer was creeping up Ming Wu’s body and the A-Team could see their quivering breaths as the cold made them shiver.

“They gave specific instructions! We have them in the car!”

“And why would I trust either of you?”

“Do we look competent to you? At all?”

If it didn’t calm the gladiator a few degrees, Annabelle would’ve taken offense to that.

“Just… hear them out,” The woman carefully began, “Maybe there’s a good side and a bad side, or at least a lesser of two evils. If you joined them, even temporarily, you’d be able to see which is which. I think they’ve recruited gladiators before?” Thinking a moment, Alex gave a hesitant shrug, “Well if they have, the people before you have seen something in them, and if they haven’t, they’re looking for more brain than brawn, influence than power. Because of those two reasons, you would be a terrible person to cross for them. Your students know you’re a gladiator, and if it was traced back to Sanctuary doing something to harm you, the RHG would have the excuse and a strong enough rally to root them out with everything they have. You’re a pillar of society, and if someone thinks they can change your mind, then they probably have a convincing argument.” Smiling softly as her speaking stopped making a cloud with every word, she added, “If you want, we can take you there now, and if you’re worried, you can call anyone you want, and we’ll drive them as well.”

Ming Wu’s brown eyes danced between the two before finally releasing a heavy sigh. The layer of ice clinging to his body broke as he rolled his shoulders, but finally settling on Annabelle, he nodded. “I’ll follow the two of you there. If I like what I see, I’ll stay.”

Kamiroo Wolf
09-25-2016, 12:28 AM
“No, that’s fine, just if Serif shows up, please call me back at this number,” The short redhead pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a sigh as the woman on the other end of the line spoke a few lines, “I suppose you’re right, but at this point, I just want him to be somewhere. Thank you.”

The phone hung up with a soft click before she leaned forward on her desk, light from her computer monitor illuminating the bags under her eyes and untidy strands of hair that her ponytail failed to contain. The coffee cup beside her had long stopped steaming, but as her body begged her for rest, she took a sip of the lukewarm contents. A kiss of sunlight caressed her cheek as the sound of the door opened, but as her green eyes snapped open and her back straightened, an alertness found her.

It died on sight of the arrival.

“Good to see you too?” Her former classmate cast her a small grin while she gave him back a frown. As the man shut the door behind him, the girl crossed her arms. “Okay then. Alex says ‘hi’, by the way.”

“Are you talking in third, or do you mean Beatrix?”

“Well, I mean I guess I do too.”

“I only say ‘hi’ to her.”

“Heh.” It took a few brief moments of Annabelle’s mouth staying a straight line for Alex to realize she wasn’t kidding. “Seriously?”

“What do you want?”

“A room would be nice?”

“I’m at capacity.”

“There are literally three cars in the parking lot. One’s mine.” A mild annoyance found him as he began approaching the desk, “And I assume the other two are yours and your boyfriend’s. He’s got mail, by the way.”

Her eyes narrowed on him, his half-shut. “Tell Alex I didn’t sleep with him, I fell asleep next to him.”

“Riiiiight, because that’s totally different.” He tried his luck with another smirk. Snake eyes. Trying to shake it off, he reached out a manilla envelope with the name ‘Serif Winters’ elegantly written on it, which Annabelle took after a few lingering seconds. “It’s a stupid name, by the way,” He joked as her eyes danced on her desk in search of a pen.

“Does your logo still look like a swastika?”

“It didn’t, but no, I changed it,” Turning around, he leaned back on the desk.

“Then you have no room to talk, especially considering that you chose it.”

“I stand by it being fine. It was just a joined ‘F’ and ‘X’.” Glancing over his shoulder, he could see the redhead wedge a mechanical pencil inside the corner of the envelope. Raising an eyebrow, he drew back her eye contact as she hesitated. “I’m sorry, you’re just going to open that? Pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“It might not be for him.”

“Right, because you know, that name could mean anything. Maybe it’s a downloadable font code or something.”

She glared again. “I’m not saying it’s not about him.” Returning to the mission, her hand shook as she internally tried to justify the possible severe intrusion of a private man’s privacy. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?”

“A bed, but the service here is terrible.”

“Anywhere else?”

“I’m sorry, did I accidently become a Batman villain?”

“I don’t like drug dealers at my establishment.”

“It was beer in high school, not heroin to kindergarteners.” He let out a sigh while she huffed behind him. Glancing back, he noticed she was still struggling with opening it. “Need a hand? Maybe a hardened criminal like me could help. Pass it here.”

Locking eyes for a few seconds, Annabelle finally caved, returning the mail to the male, who wasted no time before sticking a finger in the exposed corner. Chuckling, he shook his head, but as he slowly started to tear, he just couldn’t resist the urge.

“Mwahaha,” It started as fake a silicone and quiet as a whisper, but Annabelle’s true aggravation made it genuine, growing louder as his embarrassment passed. Halfway through the slow tear he was laughing like a maniac, clearly overacting before he finished the envelope off in a sudden rip before falling to his knees. Arching his back, he bellowed his ‘ahahaha!s’ as loud as he possibly could, giving an exact zero fucks about any other residents.

“Will you shut up!”

Breaking into a real laugh, he shook his head while he stood back up, withdrawing a small stack of papers while the empty shell fell. “Dear Serif Winters comma,” He began in a fake british accent, glancing back between the page and the look of death Annabelle locked on him, “We at Sanctuary would like to formally thank you for your aid in the-” His eyes bulged at the next word and his voice stopped immediately. Paling terribly, his black widow’s peak almost made him look like a vampire. Forcing a cough, he lowered the sheet. “Heh, uh, so you still like bad boys, I see.”

“I can’t stand you, can I?” Her poker face failed her and flashed signs of worry in her eyes while her crossed arms looked to be more uncomfortable than guarded. “Give it here. What’d it say?”

Ignoring the first direction and running with the second, he cleared his throat again. “You ever see that underground area thing in the news? The kidnapping, and then the forced fights against ‘roided up nature? Yeah, that’s not a thing anymore. The host died.”

“Serif…”

“Was involved, yeah. A key player, it seems,” More less skimming by that point, he made intermittent eye contact with the motel manager. “Is he here?”

“No… He’s been missing for about a day now.”

“Then I assume this was what he was up to. It goes on to describe a job.”

“Define ‘job’.”

“Whoever-” Alex paused for a moment, his eyes skipping to the end of the letter for a moment, “Sencarn, wants him to recruit someone. But uh, weird thing is,” Uncomfortably, he scratched the back of his neck, making direct eye contact with Annabelle, anger absent from her, meeting the gaze nervously. “It’s heavily emphasized not to kill this guy.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“It is when you need to say it! Who the fuck is your boyfriend-”

“-He isn’t.”

“-that this doesn’t go without saying? I mean, fucking shit Ann, who are you in bed with?”

She went to say something, but her voice faltered. She’d been looking at Serif like a stray dog. He attacked when provoked, she saw that, but while he was distant, he always came off as driven, not rabid. The man was lost and hurt and betrayed but… beyond that, she hardly knew anything about him. His name, where he was from and who he was looking for. That was everything.

“Your silence is freaking me out, for the record.”

“Huh?” She shook her head, “I- I’m sorry. Just… thinking. I think I need to talk to him...”

“If you’ve still got that shotgun under your desk, yeah. Otherwise maybe not.” Going back to the middle of the letter, he double checked a detail. “This came from Sanctuary.”

“Sounds like a cult.”

“I think their main deal is that they don’t like the RHG. Isn’t your boy-toy a gladiator?”

And just like that, the agitation returned. “Serif didn’t sign himself up.”

“That’s not a thing that happens.”

“It’s a thing that happened to him.”

“Allegedly,” Sighing while she stood fast, he turned the page, “I haven’t heard much of either side... but I suppose I’ve heard darker ghost stories about the RHG. Sanctuary is just a thing that might exist.”

“And your first thought is still ‘allegedly’?” Walking around the counter, Annabelle joined his side, peering over his shoulder, “It says this guy’s a gladiator.”

“Yeah. And, apparently, a university teacher.”

Both sides were silent for a moment, Alex lowering a hand and beginning to anxiously tap his leg while Annabelle continued reading what could be described as a brief bio for the man.

“Is this the sort of thing your hopeful husband would do?”

Keeping her eyes on the page, Annabelle spoke, “He’s already looking for someone. I doubt he’d make a detour.”

“Think this is a paid job?”

That got her attention. Catching his look and gazing quizzically at him, she squinted. “What are you getting at?”

“I mean, it doesn’t sound dangerous, and the only way to know anything about them would probably be to go inside.”

Green eyes narrowed. “You want to do this?”

“I mean, hear me out. If Sanctuary is bad news, this Wu guy should be smart enough to see it. He’s also a gladiator with RHG connections, so he’d also be able to do something about it, ya know? On the flip side, I’m not super cool with the RHG and the potential for random fights to just, fucking happen, I guess? And for that to be rewarded?” Annabelle hesitated to reply, turning away from him, but when he shifted his body to face her, she glanced back. “And beyond that, let’s be real. Both of us could use the money, sometimes there’s a week between gigs for me, and again, I’m looking at three total cars outside. You need this just as bad as me. So, what do you say? 50/50?”

A long exhale left her as Alex reached out a hand. Thinking it, and looking him, over, her hands slid to her hips. “I don’t trust you. 60/40.”

“Hell no, I live in a car. 50/50 is generous.”

“You bought that car with drug money. 65/35.”

“Booze money.”

“70/30.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Annabelle didn’t even blink. “This isn’t how negotiations work!”

“It is with this. 75/25.”

“...And a free room.”

“For one night.”

“24 hours.”

Hands shook.


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“I feel like you’re being passive agressive.”

“I think this is the least ‘passive’ I’ve been about it.”

Alex let out a groan as he reclined his seat to the tender cadences of Avenged Sevenfold, Sick Puppies, and every other pending throat-punch type song Annabelle had in her playlist. “Do we have any idea what we’re doing?”

Watching Alex kick his feet up on the dashboard, the motel manager had to look back out the window, waiting for their marks’ class to get out. “Fighting the urge to pepperspray your eyes.”

Crunching fast food wrappers blended with the heavy drums as Alex’s feet returned to the floor. “Winging it then, got it.” Taking a deep breath, the young man unfolded the write-up in his pocket. Worst case scenario, he got his ass kicked by some fancy ice magic. Wait, no, killed by. Actually… died from hypothermia? He winced at the thought, flipping to the picture for a distraction. “Do you think Russians are offended by asian stereotypes?”

“I think you need to not speak at all and literally let me do everything when Ming comes out.”

“Ming Wu. I think in China just the first name would imply-...” His voice trailed at another thought. “Which I guess would be Wu anyway... unless it’s that way now because we’re in a given name then family name society here and just- Dammit! I had a plan for today! Pizza pillows and po-”

“There he is.”

Sitting up suddenly, Alex followed Annabelle’s eyes to see a chinese gentleman walking their vague direction towards the parking lot. His hair looked a little slept in, and he was wearing a pair of black pants and a navy blue dress shirt, buttoned almost all the way to the top, showing just a hint of his white undershirt. Sure but not certain, he double checked the photo before looking up to Annabelle’s glare. “Can you not? His tell is ‘the armor of pure ice that he encases himself in during battle’. He doesn’t have face-tattoos like your booty call, cut me some slack.”

“I’d rather just cut you.”

Rolling his eyes, Alex followed Annabelle’s lead out of the car, needing to take another glance to see that she was smiling forward. Shrugging, he mimicked her before falling a half step back. In only a few strides, their mark noticed them, and once the short redhead caught his eye, she gave a small wave. “Ming Wu?”

“That’s correct,” He smiled back, coming to a stop as the duo did as well, “May I help you Miss…?”

“Lee,” She replied, “Annabelle Lee.”

“And I’m her associate, Bond, J-” Pain exploded from his right shoulder, flinching from the blow before he snapped his eyes on Ann, her fist clenched and eyes glaring. Blinking as they flashed back to sweet upon returning to the professor, Alex rubbed his future bruise.

“Alexander Aas. He’s… a friend’s friend.”

“And what can I do for you my friend, and friend’s friend’s friend?”

Alex glanced at Annabelle as she chuckled. “Can we talk to you about something?”

“Of course.”

“The RHG,” The motel manager interjected, noting as suspicion furrowed gladiator’s brow, “Possibly somewhere private? I’d rather have your real opinions.”

“That depends on who sent you.”

“No one did,” Alex’s smile felt real with the pride of the half truth, “But her boyfrie-”

“He’s n-”

“The guy she sleeps-”

“We don-”

“Slept with once got pretty screwed by them. We just want to know if this is a common thing, and to ask you about yourself.”

Taking a moment, Ming Wu slowly nodded. “You only want to talk?”

“About that, and possibly something else,” Annabelle confessed, “But if you’re happy with the RHG, we won’t even go there.”

With a deep breath, Ming Wu motioned for them to follow. “I do hope you’re being truthful with me,” He stated, eyes falling primarily on Alex, “I’d hate for things to dissolve to violence.”

“Not as much as I would,” The man nervously chuckled. With an unspoken reply, the gladiator led the adolescents back inside of the vast university and through the tall halls towards his classroom as both the adolescents did their absolute best to pretend they’d been to a collage before. The walk was brief, but when the teacher opened the door to his class, it felt more akin to high school. Apparently what he taught wasn’t something that could be lectured well, and possibly was more individually tailored as a result. There was a simple four by five arrangement with the desks, with his larger one up front, nice and tidy with only a binder and computer on it. Whatever was on the vast chalkboard behind him, he must’ve erased before coming out. Following closely behind, they all stopped once they arrived at the front of the room.

“Tell me about your friend.”

“Her lover-” A yelp chirped out of his body as a blow right exactly on the fresh bruise made him hop to the side. He went to rub it, but touching it officially stung. Glaring at his companion, he shut up.

“Serif was entered in the system by someone posing with his identity, and he can’t even access his own information due to that ‘security breach’,” Annabelle solemnly began, maintaining a strong eye contact with the teacher, yet still let her eyes drift on occasion, “He was set up to separate him from the person he was protecting, and it resulted in their kidnapping. Since then, the RHG has done absolutely nothing to aid him with his situation, or even provide him with the details of his entry, so he could as least begin to understand how it began.”

“I heard that he had three battles in one day,” Feeling the tone more condemning than impressed, Annabelle nodded sheepishly, “He’s a violent man, I’d advise distancing yourself from him.”

“He’s just trapped in a corner,” The girl murmured, quickly lifting her voice back up as she followed up, “But is this sort of thing common? Not just shady entries, but leaving contestants out to dry or other… things.” Glancing to Alex to see if he had a better word, he shrugged.

“They’ve been good to me.”

“Not what we’re asking you.” Alex gave a half smile before immediately shying away when Ming Wu faced him. “Not to be rude, but we mean, beyond you. The company as a whole, are they something that you can back?”

“They pay me well and tend to my wounds. As I’ve said, they’ve been good to me.”

It was only a nudge, but where Annabelle touched him caused Alex to let out quick hiss of pain. As he caught on however, the girl dug into her purse, but as Ming Wu expected a bribe to come, his eyes hardened. Seeing a small business card for a motel, however, he eased. Glancing to Alex, he drew one as well, his being for children’s entertainer. “You do magic?”

“I can tell you your card and make you a balloon animal.” Ming Wu’s grin gave him one of his own. “We’re just a couple people with a few questions. We aren’t connected to anyone important.”

“Very well,” Ming Wu nodded, “But I still don’t have much more than speculation. Dark rumors have always shrouded the RHG, but there has never been physical information to prove it. Experimentation, abductions and forced combat are some of the most common ghost stories, but all three are still mere conspiracy theories at this moment in time. It is, however, fact that they do have criminals in their employ, and they’ve protected their gladiators when they’ve been accused of crimes. Your friend, I believe, in included in this, so perhaps you’ll have mixed emotions on it. Even if these myths were proven to be true, the RHG is already too big and powerful for action to be taken, and similarly, many people have no other home besides there, which would cause their displacement. Several of the fighters I’ve encountered are there because they have no other means of attaining the wealth that they desperately need, and once they’re there, they lack a way out or become addicted to the lifestyle.”

“Do you support them though?”

“They’re an integrated part of the world, similar to a casino. There’s immense risk getting involved, but in moderation, if you keep your head low enough, it could be a worthwhile venture.”

“But, hypothetically,” Annabelle inquired, “If there were no more casinos, do you think it’d be a good thing?”

“Casinos bring in a great deal of wealth into their communities. As a motel owner-” Alex’s eyes snapped on her at the word, but she ignored it, “You of all people should appreciate that. The RHG is similar. The cities the arenas are in do very well when shows are being held. The vendors inside make immense profit and toy and clothing manufacturers even see their sales rise. Similarly, crime does tend to rise and vigilant acts become more frequent. Weapon ownership skyrockets and there are plethoras of injuries. Gladiators die, there have been injured spectators, some sources even say some have been killed, and violence is applauded. It has ties to both sins and blessings.”

“And what if there was another option?”

In a heartbeat, Ming Wu became uneasy. Alex cleared his throat, but before he could continue, Annabelle jumped in.

“Have you heard of Sanctuary?”

In an instant, Ming Wu’s gaze hardened and the room dropped a solid twenty degrees.

“What have you heard of them,” Her pace quickened with her anxiety, but she made sure to at least lift her empty hands slowly, motioning for her acquaintance to do the same. “Truthfully, we know next to nothing about them, but what we’d bet, is that what you’ve heard may very well be propaganda from the RHG. North Korea says the US eats babies, don’t they?”

The gladiator was still tense, but the room did regain a bit of heat. Nowhere near the point of breaking even, however.

“No one knows fact from fiction until there’s investigation,” Not wanting to be schooled, Alex’s open palms were also facing the instructor, “You’re smart and capable and they want you with them. If they saw you as a threat, don’t you think they’d send someone violent after you?”

“You have no associates in either Sanctuary or RHG?”

Alex shook his head.

Ming Wu turned to Annabelle.

“Just Serif.”

“Then they tried.” The temperature fucking plummeted. An icy layer was creeping up Ming Wu’s body and the A-Team could see their quivering breaths as the cold made them shiver.

“They gave specific instructions! We have them in the car!”

“And why would I trust either of you?”

“Do we look competent to you? At all?”

If it didn’t calm the gladiator a few degrees, Annabelle would’ve taken offense to that.

“Just… hear them out,” The woman carefully began, “Maybe there’s a good side and a bad side, or at least a lesser of two evils. If you joined them, even temporarily, you’d be able to see which is which. I think they’ve recruited gladiators before?” Thinking a moment, Alex gave a hesitant shrug, “Well if they have, the people before you have seen something in them, and if they haven’t, they’re looking for more brain than brawn, influence than power. Because of those two reasons, you would be a terrible person to cross for them. Your students know you’re a gladiator, and if it was traced back to Sanctuary doing something to harm you, the RHG would have the excuse and a strong enough rally to root them out with everything they have. You’re a pillar of society, and if someone thinks they can change your mind, then they probably have a convincing argument.” Smiling softly as her speaking stopped making a cloud with every word, she added, “If you want, we can take you there now, and if you’re worried, you can call anyone you want, and we’ll drive them as well.”

Ming Wu’s brown eyes danced between the two before finally releasing a heavy sigh. The layer of ice clinging to his body broke as he rolled his shoulders, but finally settling on Annabelle, he nodded. “I’ll follow the two of you there. If I like what I see, I’ll stay.”


Wonderfully well done, Crank! Good to see some more Annabelle in Serif's ever-developing storyline(I have yet to read that battle royale) ^_^

If there was a payment you were expecting I'm sure Sencarn would be more than happy to pay it.

Kamiroo Wolf
09-25-2016, 11:11 AM
Updates:

-Ming Wu added to the ACR Targets section under Recruited. Thanks again, Crank, for your assistance ^_^
-Shadowmirror labeled as MIA(Missing In Action) until further notice.

Chromium7
09-25-2016, 12:28 PM
These ACRs are honestly blowing me away. It's fun to run amok with clanmates like we did for the collab, but the ACRs are bringing a whole world of writers together in all sorts of new, different, and exciting ways. Hoping to release a story detailing Halle Mackinson's recruitment, from start to finish, soon enough.

Crank
09-25-2016, 12:36 PM
Somehow that reminds me, if you run out of word count space on your first post, I can ask to get mine deleted so you'll have another under it. Or, I guess, you could quote this when you ask? One of those.

And thanks! I had a fun time writing it!

Kamiroo Wolf
09-25-2016, 01:34 PM
Somehow that reminds me, if you run out of word count space on your first post, I can ask to get mine deleted so you'll have another under it. Or, I guess, you could quote this when you ask? One of those.

And thanks! I had a fun time writing it!

Sure thing, and thanks for letting me use your post when the need arises.


These ACRs are honestly blowing me away. It's fun to run amok with clanmates like we did for the collab, but the ACRs are bringing a whole world of writers together in all sorts of new, different, and exciting ways. Hoping to release a story detailing Halle Mackinson's recruitment, from start to finish, soon enough.

I'm still hype for it. No pressure though.

Kamiroo Wolf
09-26-2016, 09:41 PM
Hibabababababababababababababababababababababababa bababababababababababababa

In other news we've got a new member to the clan!

Everyone else welcome Cassandra and her gladiator Leelee (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99697-Leelee-AVAILABLE) to the clan!

Hewitt
09-26-2016, 10:00 PM
Hey what does a Kamiroo stand for

Kamiroo Wolf
09-26-2016, 10:27 PM
Hey what does a Kamiroo stand for

Absolutely nothing actually ;o

It's a random name that came to me around when I was a wee lad(Idk, ages 10-12 perhaps) while I was chillin' in my backyard and I've been using it since.

Admittedly, I've been trying to switch it up a bit here lately but yeah... slowly but surely.

Chromium7
09-29-2016, 12:28 PM
In other news we've got a new member to the clan!

Everyone else welcome Cassandra and her gladiator Leelee (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99697-Leelee-AVAILABLE) to the clan!

sup :o

Cassandra
09-29-2016, 12:59 PM
Hi everyone! I'm really happy to be a part of this!



http://i.giphy.com/DaPv1aIpC0Mco.gif

★来ҜгιzαlιĐ来★
09-30-2016, 02:36 PM
Hmph.

Kamiroo Wolf
10-04-2016, 07:14 PM
Hey, we got another event this month, though this one is much smaller than the previous and optional(just let me know you're not up for it or busy or whatevs. Best of luck to all who plan to participate.


Time for some friendly sparring!

You'll all receive a random NPC from the front page as your opponent(their files and all). All you have to do is write a short story(no minimum, no maximum. Just no sentence-long fights and no 500 page novels) depicting your spar in Sanctuary's own spar/training rooms.

If you're not up for an opponent right now, just private message or tell me here! ^_^

Due October 31st or not at all.

devi
10-04-2016, 07:55 PM
I'll be able to do it, but it will take me the whole month. School has been getting in full fuck-ass mode and I only have friday nights as time for me to write. haha

Kamiroo Wolf
10-04-2016, 08:02 PM
I'll be able to do it, but it will take me the whole month. School has been getting in full fuck-ass mode and I only have friday nights as time for me to write. haha

Hey man, no worries. Take your time and focus on schoolwork. As long as it's in before the first of next month, it's all good.

Chromium7
10-04-2016, 08:23 PM
I'll do what I can, but my character is in a million places at once right now. Thanks for the opportunity.

Kamiroo Wolf
10-04-2016, 08:31 PM
I'll do what I can, but my character is in a million places at once right now. Thanks for the opportunity.

Yeah, I understand completely if you can't get around to it, lol.

Cassandra
10-05-2016, 08:30 AM
Well...this looks very interesting. I'm glad the deadline is so far away haha. My school is just the worst right now. :(

devi
10-06-2016, 07:51 AM
Hey I made that follow up to the collab chrome told you all about.

http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?100432-Death-of-a-promisor-New-goal-for-the-damned&p=1463512#post1463512

Read it, or lose your soles forever. THINK OF YOUR SHOES!!!!


Also, hi Cassandra. Welcome to our merry band of morons who's parents should have used a condom.

XDHunterNest
10-07-2016, 04:23 PM
I've got exams coming up, but I'll be sure to participate in the event. I need to fix up Zackeroar and stuff before I start though. Also, welcome Cassandra!

969_DoomsDruid_969
10-09-2016, 12:21 PM
*Checks the thread after weathering today's XBOXHUEG amounts of RAEG. Looks around.
Still the clan with some people I'd like to fight and the clan I have no idea what their motives are.

Kamiroo Wolf
10-09-2016, 12:33 PM
*Checks the thread after weathering today's XBOXHUEG amounts of RAEG. Looks around.
Still the clan with some people I'd like to fight and the clan I have no idea what their motives are.

Granted the OP still needs a bit of work and revision, the gist of what Sanctuary is about can be found at the front page on the first post in the first section.

Malacal
10-09-2016, 10:56 PM
*Checks the thread after weathering today's XBOXHUEG amounts of RAEG. Looks around.
Still the clan with some people I'd like to fight and the clan I have no idea what their motives are.

Uh, hey. Could you not spam every single clan thread with the exact same thing? For a moment I thought some of them were actually being active.
Like, why? Why even do this? Post count? The need to feel important? An attempt to advertise something about XBOX?

Chromium7
10-10-2016, 08:16 AM
Yes. I am with Malacal. I am truly and deeply offended.
How dare you simultaneously and publicly compliment 15 writers in a span of four concise posts? Are you stupid? We HATE compliments. We HATE being acknowledged. EVEN THE FORMAT IS WRONG!!!

posts like these give me ass caner i swear

Kamiroo Wolf
10-16-2016, 05:09 PM
Welp, I finished my spar for the monthly.
Didn't turn out how I had envisioned, but then again things usually don't.


The banging on the wooden door sends the artist into alarm, the sheets over his chest flying onto his lap as his body jerks upward toward the sudden noise. Well aware that he is already awake, the person on the other end of the door mercilessly strikes the barrier to Winston’s room once more, the creator of sticks literally flying into a rage as he leaps from his bed and rushes the entryway.


“What is it?” He starts in a raised voice, the only thing containing his groggy wrath being the face of Sanctuary’s head, the incarnation of sin himself, Sencarn, who gives the artist a look of sarcastic sympathy as he enters without permission.


“As much as I understand how painful it can be to be awoken from a pleasant dream, you’re technique is required for an important assignment.” The monocle-wearing revolutionary swipes the wild, brown hair from his face, his hands covered completely by the sweater at least a full size too large for his medium stature. His pants, riddled with holes yet neatly ironed for whatever reason, only accentuate the idea that the only incarnation Sencarn consists of is that of a lazy man in a legend’s body.


“Calling a couple stick figures with labels on them a ‘technique’ isn’t the type of flattery that gets me immediately on-board these days.*What is the assignment and why me? You have a cyborg with chainsaws at your disposal, after all…or has he yet to show you the chainsaws?” Winston takes a seat on his unkempt mattress; the jeans on his legs and the wrinkled yellow t-shirt with faded letters slapped lazily on his bony chest.


“He has a variety of things on his plate as it stands, as do the other members of Sanctuary. Truth be told, the task itself is one easily accomplished: just a quick spar to keep those limbs of yours limber in the event we decide to make a move-”


“Yes, because that happens often.” Winston interrupts, apologizing afterward but in a more half-assed way than believable.


“- against the RHG system. The real weight of the mission comes with your sparring partner: one of our two captives here in Sanctuary, Bridget Greene. All you have to do is come at her with everything you have, hold nothing back, but make sure she exits that room alive and well now that she is in our custody. ” Winston’s leader debriefs, obviously skating around important details as he allows the artist to consider an offer that, in all honesty, he cannot refuse.


“And just where is everyone else at at this hour?” The dark-skinned male doubts, looking at the suddenly spectral Sanctuary commander with a skeptical raised brow and contorted mouth.


“Sparring one another, seeking out ACR targets, or, in Joyce’s case, following the trail of some kidnapped family members that, if we’re being honest, take priority over some basic combat training.” The ghost replies, supposedly fiddling with an invisible filing cabinet as its ghastly digits flick about. In a matter of moments, the phantasmal Sencarn becomes corporeal once more, the tangible body presenting Bridget’s recently recovered file to the reluctant Winston, who simply stares at the dossier in his comrade’s hands.


“None of this seems… wrong to you at all? We’re forcing a kidnapped person to fight to the point of exhaustion against someone she essentially doesn’t know at all. Is she even aware of the whole situation? Does she even know who is holding her hostage?” Taking the file, Winston cracks it open and gives the girl’s details a quick skim.


Feed’s the poor? Helps the sick? Rescues the lost? Even her weapon is non-lethal by itself. The Desired Outcome section is scratched out absolutely, and that insignia on her equipment... Just who is it we’re holding prisoner?


“Yes, she is and does. I’m not going to try and justify the course of our actions, Winston, but I am going to tell you that what we are doing is in fact necessary in the grand scheme of things. If you do not fight her, I will, and I can guarantee you that only one of us will be walking away from that battle with our mortal coils intact. Do I have your cooperation?”


"Claims he won't justify his actions, then tries to justify them," The virtuoso grunts, opening and closing the file at random intervals in contemplation. "You've got me, but I want to know everything about what she's doing here after this is over."
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My father told me more often than I can remember that getting caught up in the wrong crowd was not the path I wanted to walk down. He told me that I, as an individual, was “greater than any group or clique could ever hope to be”. He also preached entrepreneurship, and the idea that all I needed to succeed, if I was really dedicated, was me, myself, and I. My own vision my own fervor. He was the man that escorted me through some of the toughest years in my life, and walked with me hand in hand through some of the easiest. Then, that man who I had grown so close to, the man who had every one of his plans dedicated to me in some way, got gunned down trying to protect me on our way home from a local college tour. He was a huskily built middle-aged man, far too old and far too lumpy to be an effective barrier against fate, but he was wise. Wise enough to realize we all weren't walking away alive. The murderer confronted us without a mask and didn't even look once to see if we held anything valuable, he just cursed and shot. I lunged at the gunman, catching a couple slugs to the shoulder in the process, but I managed to get my hands on him. In a matter of minutes, I was the one in control. I don't remember how or what happened, but in the end it was I who could decide whether or not I avenged the death of the only important role model in my life.


I beat him mercilessly, that assassin. I bloodied and broke his body all over, I screamed, I tore, I made sure the rest of his life would be a living hell, but I did not kill him. I ruined both of his kneecaps, left scars only he would be able to identify, and rid him of both his eyes with my nails, but I did not kill him. I left him there, next to my father, and ran… I just ran. In the middle of the afternoon, sun-shining, people watching, I fled the scene. Nobody helped him or me, nobody called the police, everyone just watched. Not one person came to my house to interrogate me, nor did anybody call to check if I was okay. It was as though the world had just died alongside the man who had raised me from birth. I was left, alone, to my thoughts. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to kill myself and see him one more time, ask him what to do next, but every time the blade met my throat it screamed at me. Every time the stolen gun’s barrel touched my temple, it yanked itself away.


Eventually, someone came, his neat and proper cubicle attire a heavy contrast from his wild and dancing dreadlocks. He apologized for my loss, and then apologized for not being there to stop it. I couldn’t do anything but sheepily ask him to end my life for me, even though I knew with all of my being that he wouldn’t do it. Instead, he picked me up and he carried me. I was too exhausted to fight him, I hadn’t stopped crying in hours. He placed me in the back seat of his car, laid a green parka over me, and we simply drove. He didn’t talk, didn’t make any offers, nothing. Just silence as we rode on and on until, finally, he made a hard right that sent me flying. He ripped me from the back seat of his car and carried me inside what looked like a tower still under construction, voices of worry and intrigue filling each floor as we ascended to the very top.

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“Lookie, Lookie, Winston! There’s the sexy little damsel herself!” The cobalt blue stick figure nudges its creator, the sunset orange stick at his side thwacking him upside the head as the automated, blast-resistant door on the opposite end of the grey room begins to slide open. In she walks, head high, back straight, legs firm, but wrists bound in a thick plate of steel. Her blonde ponytail sways behind her, the azure eyes in her skull piercing the artist as though to ask whether or not he agrees with what's about to transpire, whilst he goes to great lengths to avoid any form of eye contact. She shrugs off the rejection, taking it as evidence she isn't the only one who questions the ethics of her captors.


“I’d tell you to keep it in your pants, but there isn’t really much point when you lack reproductive organs, is there?” Winston swipes, the cobalt stick giving him a quizzical glance as the sunset orange stick turns and motions for the others to rise. Two crimson, three forest green, and a gold. In total, they number nine, Winston included, but only eight of the group stare down the opponent, those with weapons stancing themselves as those without begin a steady fit of breathing.


“No reproductive organs? Ha! How’s about you and me whip 'em out after this, Winston? If I win, you draw me a whole bathtub full of females ripe for th-” This time both the creator and the orange stick strike the potty mouthed creation, Winston turning down the offer without a second thought as the handcuffs collapse from Bridget’s wrists.


“Someone should really call Sencarn and make sure I'm in the right room. From the sound of it all, It looks like I've been tossed in the middle of some freaky adult film shooting.” The young woman jokes, bringing some liveliness to the party adjacent to her as the only human from the giggling gathering steps forward. In his grip lie her bow, well tended to and even polished after all of her time away from it. He offers it to her and she accepts, checking the ethereal string and quiver attached to her back as she pulls a single arrow from a wide assortment.


“Thank you, Mr…?” She tilts her head forward slightly, whipping around suddenly afterward and launching the arrow in the direction of the suddenly shut and sealed steel door. The blast is deafening, the echo blistering the eardrums of all within the vast room as no apparent damage appears on the surface of the only exit known to the captive.


“Winston, Winston Kitt. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Greene, but I gotta ask: just what in the hell that was for?” Shaking the ringing from his ears, the lanky male proceeds to fall back to his squadron of sticks.


“Just testing the strength of my only exit. Needless to say, I’m probably fucked.” Bridget sighs, lowering her bow and directing her total attention toward Winston, who now stands behind his crowd of soldiers, his arms folded in front of him with an expression unreadable as a bell sounds overhead.


“Fucked literally if I get my hands on ya, lass.” The Blue stick steps forward, the lumberjack axe tight in his grip flying upward and landing as an extension of his reach as he points and cries out to his allies.


“Attack!”


With that, they charge, Bridget immediately turning back and charging the exit as Winston whips out a pencil and notepad from his back pocket. First he sketches up a basic black stick wielding a bow and arrow very much like Bridget’s in appearance, in addition to a quiver of actual arrows before going deep into thought, recalling all words to do with accuracy as pages of the Thesaurus his mother granted him fly through is memory. Then he sets to thinking, finally settling on the adjective "precise" before grabbing a bunch of papers from the book and tearing with all his might. Just as the crumpled stationery hits the dull, grey floor beneath his feet shoes, the stick emerges at his side, needing very little briefing as he spots his brother and sister sticks and their opponent.


Meanwhile, the graceful Bridget at last reaches the other end of the room, her boots flying up to her waist as she makes a floor of the flat wall and leaps, clearing her pursuers with ease before landing on the side opposite of them and flinging an arrow at the ground just below her feet. In an instant, various colors paint the wall as sticks are sent flying from the blast, a few of their bodies going limp as their skulls crash against the steel fortifications of the spar room. The sunset stick and the cobalt stick rise among a single crimson and two green, dazed, but otherwise functional as one of the greens point out the young woman attempting to close distance between herself and their creator.


The archer stick releases an arrow, his eyes following the projectile as Bridget deflects the shot with her own bow, stopping and releasing an arrow toward the sky as a sudden thread of amethyst finds itself strung across the battlefield. Without much time to react, she takes to the wire, using the string as a tight-rope as she rushes toward the roof. The stick figures in her wake halt, the cobalt blue stick swearing as he shatters his axe head against the sturdy cable. After a swift slap to the back of the head, the sunset orange stick takes to the wire as well, her eyes narrowing as she rushes after the female archer. Noticing a compromise atop her wire, Bridget whips around, launching a collection of needle-like magic arrows in the direction of her stalker.


As though she had seen the projectiles coming, the stick drops from the coil, only barely catching herself before yanking herself back upon the tight-rope, the amethyst thread wobbling but holding steady as the orange assailant continues to close the gap between herself and the captive. Though she would like to stop the charge, all the blonde can do is suck on her teeth as an arrow knicks the tight clothing covering her forearm, not dealing a vast amount of damage but sending a stinging sensation throughout her body nonetheless. The archer below prepares another shot, but Bridget is far superior in timing, releasing another deep purple thread and leaping onto it just as another arrow can whiz past where she once was. The orange stick follows, finally beside the prisoner as she attempts to sweep Bridget from her pedestal with a low, but disciplined kick. The good samaritan counters the kick with a leap back, rushing the stick and swiping at her from atop the rope with her bow as the creation ducks and weaves the strikes.


The other sticks and Winston alike watch the spectacle in awe, both of their forms holding fast as their spar is akin more to that of a dance. Suddenly, Bridget flings herself back with a one-handed cartwheel, releasing another strand toward the ground upon landing as her aggressor’s momentum becomes unstoppable. The sunset stick attempts one more lunge, her hands only able to skim the young woman’s ponytail as Bridget drops and uses the downward slope as a zipline, her body hitting the grey floor with a roll as the other sticks meet her in an instant.


“She’s very well trained for a girl her age.” The red-orange drawing drops beside Winston, landing on all fours as she begins to stretch her shoulder and leg appendages.


“All the more curious I am as to who the hell this woman is.” The artist confirms, delving once more into his grand drawing as the nimble figure departs to once more join the fray. The other stick at his side, keeping its eyes trained on the battle, seeks an opening as the girl fends off her attackers with timed, regulated strikes.


Only striking when she absolutely must create her openings, Bridget whips around many a branch and blade as she repels each and every enemy in her reach. The bow in her hand grows loose as the sweat in her palms accumulates, the once neatly kempt hair atop her head now dangling in her sight as she relies more and more on instinct to guide her in the battle. The whizzing of projectiles, the cutting of air, the slide of steps and grunts behind swings; Bridget identifies them all, her body flying low to the ground as she shuffles and strikes the cobalt stick square in its narrow gut, before launching him back with a powerful side kick to the head and cracking both green sticks simultaneously as though a batter for the Stickpage City baseball team. The crimson stick gets a wrap around her arm, sticking her in the side with a curved blade before being thrown off and killed by a quick flurry of Pine Arrows between the eyes.


By the time the blue stick recovers from his position on the ground, he finds himself soaring through the air as a Blast Arrow sends him crashing back into the black archer beside his creator, knocking him unconscious, but killing the archer who fortunately cushions his fall.


“One of these days, I’m going to get hit and killed by a flying body…” The creator murmurs, deciding on the adjective “fire-breathing” before pulling a lighter from one of his pockets and torching what is left of his notepad.


On the battlefront, the two green sticks attempt to double team the tenacious combatant, only to have their synchronized attack patterns work against them as a pair of missed punches cause them to end up striking one another square in their faces, causing them to crumple into a single, lifeless piles of ink. The sunset orange stick follows Bridget, her hands meeting the archer’s bow in a decent exchange of blows and knicks. Their once graceful forms shatter, now reduced to the elegance of a bloody street brawl as the stick’s ink slowly begins to drain from its body. In turn, Bridget also begins to leak quite a bit, the blood from her mouth and nose painting her mug as a decoration of war he mug as the bow finally catches her rival up under the chin, sending the sunset stick flying upward and back before finally landing, breathless, just outside the center of the spar room.


Bridget pivots, expecting a jab to fly in from behind her, only to swing her bow at nothing before realizing she was, for the most part, victorious. A series of pants and exhausted breaths rasp from the girl’s throat, followed by a pained yelp as she rips the thankfully non-serrated curved*blade from her side, despite it already having done its damage. The blood leaks from her as though she were a stuck pig as Winston clears his throat behind her.


“Turn around, forfeit what little hope you’re accumulating, and concede.” He suggests pulling a small pack of sticky notes from his jacket pocket before beginning his next drawing.


“You’re awfully confident for someone who hasn’t done… a… damn… shit.” Slowly turning with her unoccupied hand covering her wound, the leather clad vigilante’s eyes grow wide upon beholding the creator’s cream from the crop: A bronze stick figure his size with glorious wings equaling the height and width of two grown men, flapping and looking down on the wounded captive with arms folded and eyes undoubtedly judgmental. If his mere appearance weren’t enough the stick opens his mouth, allowing a steady stream of flames to pour from his gullet as Bridget raises her bow now covered in various colors.


“If I could concede I would have long ago. Your boss refused me that luxury.” Spitting the welling blood from the corners of her mouth, Bridget releases the wound on her side and lets the blood flow, wincing as she pulls back the string on her bow prior to letting loose a burst of needles toward the skull of her next enemy.


“She’s got heart, Winston. I like her already.” The winged figure catches the Pine Arrows with its wings, rushing the girl in spiral of flames as he makes his move.


“Of course she does... She doesn’t have a choice.”
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Whoever the people were, they nursed me back to health. They removed the bullets, cleaned me up, fed me, and listened. They heard what I had to say and offered a shoulder to cry on whenever I needed it. They reassured me that life was worth living, and once I was able, they offered me a new path. One in which I could protect the innocent and right the wrongs of society of my own volition. They showed me the thousands of injustices plaguing our planet daily, they relayed to me even more solutions to these calamities. I took up their mission as my own, and the very man who brought me to the organization became my mentor.


Aiden Wing was his name, and though he was certainly not the most able-bodied as some of the other, younger operatives, the wisdom and skill he possessed was like nothing I had ever seen before. Even my father paled in comparison, though it pained me to admit. His teachings were engraved into my heart, mind, and very soul, his innately benevolent nature resonated with me in a way a college professor never could. It was under him that I was adopted into Pax Gaia, and it was under him that I became one of their most effective operatives.


My first mission was to simply carry out the execution of a corrupt politician, but in that man’s dying eyes I saw enough confidence to know his death would not be the end of abuse. Aiden taught me that death was never the answer to injustice, but merely a countermeasure to halt corruption for the time being. The death of the politician is what sparked my quest, and it was from there that I began seeking out every single serpent he had become linked to. My mercilessness and dog-like tracking earned me many titles, including that of Bloodhound, which soon became the name which everyone addressed me by. Sooner or later Pax Gaia gained recognition through my personal insignia: two heads fused together like a venn-diagram, the third head created in the center, glaring with bright green crystal eyes. Eventually, the image became our emblem, the trademark all of our operatives were identified by. Whether you were carrying out street justice or spending your hours behind the counter at a soup kitchen, people knew they were in good hands or that the acts being carried out were just in some way, shape, or form.

Toward the end of my hunt, in pursuit of a rather famous doctor, I stopped to rest as the day prior proved immensely taxing on all accounts. It was during this rest that I was ambushed, drugged, and then kidnapped, which leads me to where I am now: some sort of underground facility, well-structured and furnished, with a scarce number of inhabitants that call themselves members of an outfit that identifies itself as Sanctuary. Their leader claims them to be a group of revolutionaries who plan only to fell and reform the RHG system, but in his fading, crimson eyes I sense an accumulating darkness far beyond what I sensed within the politician, whose misdeeds pale in comparison to what Sanctuary’s commander has seen. He has informed me that I will be participating in what I can only assume is the fight for my freedom later this evening, but has not confided to me the specific details aside from “forfeit not being an option”. Should I perish in this battle, I leave behind this message to the members of Pax Gaia: “This is Bridget Greene, and the serpent has many more heads than we can count.”



Truth be told, the first person would have been a great opportunity to better develop Winston. Eh, maybe next time.

Crank
10-16-2016, 07:38 PM
Toward the end of my hunt, in pursuit of a rather famous doctor, I stopped to rest as the day prior proved immensely taxing on all accounts.


“This is Bridget Greene, and the serpent has many more heads than we can count.”

This mean what I hope it does?

Kamiroo Wolf
10-16-2016, 08:16 PM
This mean what I hope it does?

That, my friend, depends on what you're hoping. Chances are you'll be disappointed U_U

Chromium7
10-19-2016, 10:40 AM
UPDATES
I have chosen to leave a large portion of Halle Mackinson's history unwritten. Her appearance in Sanctuary Collab 1 will unfortunately have to suffice for now. That said, I have plotted out how Halle enters the story for the Sanctuary collab, where she may be found after the story's closing, and am choosing to disclose this information now. Spoiler warning for anyone still waiting for a full ACR story for Halle, which I can no longer promise will come. Multiple pieces of this story are written, but bringing them together in the way that I had hoped is where I am currently struggling.

In summary, Halle "Beast" Mackinson is a fierce 27-28 year old woman with a (moving) face tattoo that grants her the power to take on aspects of various creatures based on the shape of the tattoo. Dante was tasked with recruiting her to Sanctuary; a task which he very nearly completed, in spite of Halle's disorderly nature. The two's first encounter ended in conflict, or in Dante's words "a slight accident," that failed to come in the way of the two's grudging admiration- and peculiar attraction- for one another. The two eventually getting onto speaking terms, and exchanging numbers, Dante managed to arrange an eleventh-hour meeting between Halle and the members of Sanctuary in the home he share(s/d) with fellow gladiators Rhami & Astor. The meeting ends somewhat promisingly, with Halle expressing an interest in the clan, but the following morning, her reservations catch up with her and she runs off- as evidence of Zackeroar's rampage, the death of a certain smithy (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?100432-Death-of-a-promisor-New-goal-for-the-damned), and various other tales of senseless violence committed by the clan are made known. An angry woman herself, Halle decides joining Sanctuary will not provide her a place for her to channel her anger in any sort of healthy way- and that were she to stay, she would risk becoming enveloped in her own wrath as the situation continues to escalate, and the people she has grown fond of are caught in the crossfire. Putting herself and her own safety first, she opts to remove herself from the situation, leaving in search of a path of enlightenment and moderation paved by Leoncio (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?48890-Manny-Ken-Mannequin&highlight=5) before her- while she still can. Dante is afforded an opportunity to follow, to which he regretfully declines.
Putting what efforts can be spared towards this project for the moment. Dante will be facing off against Gramps.
@Kamiroo:
Liked the story, bud. I'm a bit confused as to how all of this fits together (what with the possible Nehushtan references, Bridget Greene having not been captured but now in containment?) but I'm liking the direction this is headed and am interested to see the end result. Hoping we can work out any anachronisms as they appear, and that we can all work out more of a timeline across the board, similar to what Azure has done on the Night Creature's front page, with things dated and such.

@Alphaeus
I'm hoping to make a post similar to this relating to The Coils sometime tomorrow. This should clear up the confusion regarding the past few monthlies, what edits I'm making moving forward, as well as how it relates to Rich's tryout and whatnot.

@Crank
Anything you want to share with the class going into this weekend?

Kamiroo Wolf
10-19-2016, 04:23 PM
UPDATES
For the sake of patching the hole, we'll just say that a member of Sanctuary(Sencarn, Gus, or Giselle) retrieved the unconscious body after the weapon was taken ;)

Everything else sounds good, I wish you the best of luck! If you want any help or at least a second opinion on anything in your story feel free to ask, man. As always: no pressure and I'll get around to setting up a timeline in the Clan Events(if that's what it's even called, I'm too lazy to check before posting this =_=) section

Crank
10-20-2016, 03:10 PM
Kinda wanted to know if it was going to be an Eric or Erica first, but thanks for pressing, Chrome

Timeline going to be like, order, or closer to Month/Day type deal, out of curiosity

Kamiroo Wolf
10-20-2016, 04:03 PM
Kinda wanted to know if it was going to be an Eric or Erica first, but thanks for pressing, Chrome

Timeline going to be like, order, or closer to Month/Day type deal, out of curiosity

Order, most likely.

Chromium7
10-21-2016, 01:18 AM
I would say... start by ordering them, then we can think about dates. And sorry, dear. Got a bit excited is all.

XDHunterNest
10-21-2016, 02:46 PM
Hi. Uhm, I don't know if I'm going to be able to complete the 1 on 1 thing. The last week of October's going to be a very busy week. I've got exams and it's my birthday on the 25th so probably gonna go somewhere. I could have done the 1 on 1 earlier but, sadly, I procrastinate a lot.

Kamiroo Wolf
10-27-2016, 03:11 PM
Hi. Uhm, I don't know if I'm going to be able to complete the 1 on 1 thing. The last week of October's going to be a very busy week. I've got exams and it's my birthday on the 25th so probably gonna go somewhere. I could have done the 1 on 1 earlier but, sadly, I procrastinate a lot.

Sorry for the delayed response, don't really have an excuse. You not being able to complete the 1 on 1 is completely fine!

Happy belated birthday, I hope you had a good one ^_^

969_DoomsDruid_969
10-28-2016, 05:59 AM
Two things I wanted to say.
One is for this thread.
Two is for in general, but I decided to post it here, because time-saving. (I know, I'm an asshole, I shouldn't do this etc.)

1) This is why I am bad at this stuff. Am I the only one who has NO IDEA what is going on (I appreciate I don't need to, but this is confusing af to me and I'm naturally curious)?
2) Say I wanted to invent an event, where would I put it, and how would I get people to notice it exists (and yes, it does include wRHGs if
1) You can be asked to do this
2) You want to use on
3) You using said wRHG actually impacts where I would put the thread)
So yeah.

Kamiroo Wolf
10-28-2016, 08:22 AM
Two things I wanted to say.
One is for this thread.
Two is for in general, but I decided to post it here, because time-saving. (I know, I'm an asshole, I shouldn't do this etc.)

1) This is why I am bad at this stuff. Am I the only one who has NO IDEA what is going on (I appreciate I don't need to, but this is confusing af to me and I'm naturally curious)?
2) Say I wanted to invent an event, where would I put it, and how would I get people to notice it exists (and yes, it does include wRHGs if
1) You can be asked to do this
2) You want to use on
3) You using said wRHG actually impacts where I would put the thread)
So yeah.

You could always just post the thread and wait for responses or suggest the event in wRHG discussion.

We're sparring the NPCs in the OP for our monthly.

969_DoomsDruid_969
10-28-2016, 09:01 AM
1) Oh ok.
2) THANK YOU!

Chromium7
10-31-2016, 09:37 AM
UPDATES
So today's the day, and I have a draft. But I don't... I don't like it, and I don't like the character direction it would me in were it to be made canon. The combat feels forced, and given the nature of the matchup, (a guy with a stick that keeps him alive vs a thief who doesn't like getting hit with sticks) either I have Dante steal the stick and kill Gramps, or I let Dante get hit repeatedly over and over and lose the spar. The Dante I know would not pick this sort of fight, but if I forced him into it, without altering his character, he may very well kill your NPC.

So on my side of things- I had to choose between writing Dante out of character, or writing him in-character and having him potentially kill someone for the ending. Instinctively, subconsciously even, I wrote him out of character, and ended up with a draft that.. while a fun little story, just didn't feel right. Sorry about that. :LI'm not really sure what makes someone an active member of Sanctuary versus an inactive member of Sanctuary, but story-wise, Dante's never really lived in the actual.. Sanctuary part of Sanctuary, has he? Sure he makes visits and stuff, but I feel like it might be time we moved him to like an "honorary member" status or something. I dunno though. What would y'all think? I'd still be down for doing events and collabs with him and stuff, but I feel like he's kind of the odd one out here, just from a character standpoint.

Kamiroo Wolf
11-19-2016, 11:51 AM
UPDATES
So today's the day, and I have a draft. But I don't... I don't like it, and I don't like the character direction it would me in were it to be made canon. The combat feels forced, and given the nature of the matchup, (a guy with a stick that keeps him alive vs a thief who doesn't like getting hit with sticks) either I have Dante steal the stick and kill Gramps, or I let Dante get hit repeatedly over and over and lose the spar. The Dante I know would not pick this sort of fight, but if I forced him into it, without altering his character, he may very well kill your NPC.

So on my side of things- I had to choose between writing Dante out of character, or writing him in-character and having him potentially kill someone for the ending. Instinctively, subconsciously even, I wrote him out of character, and ended up with a draft that.. while a fun little story, just didn't feel right. Sorry about that. :LI'm not really sure what makes someone an active member of Sanctuary versus an inactive member of Sanctuary, but story-wise, Dante's never really lived in the actual.. Sanctuary part of Sanctuary, has he? Sure he makes visits and stuff, but I feel like it might be time we moved him to like an "honorary member" status or something. I dunno though. What would y'all think? I'd still be down for doing events and collabs with him and stuff, but I feel like he's kind of the odd one out here, just from a character standpoint.

As long as I see you're still posting, you're considered active to this clan. If you want to be moved to the Honorary Member section then your wish is my command.

As for your 1 on 1 story, don't sweat it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. Won't force you to post it.

In other news)

Needless to say, we don't really have any plans slotted for this month or the month after that. Holidays are a rough spot(time-wise) for a lot of people(including myself), so aside from a little weekly check-up every now and then, there won't be much going on with Sanctuary. Spend this time to finish up on any unfinished projects(if you have any), be with family/friends, relax(even though we haven't really done much yet), etc.

The beginning of next year should be the restarting up of activity around here as well as some relatively big changes. Until then, I wish you all the best of luck in your endeavors.

Kamiroo Wolf
12-30-2016, 09:54 PM
UPDATE)

-Dante moved to Honorary Members section(let me know if you'd like this changed).
-Clan Events updated with everything posted here since the beginning(does not include Non-NPC join dates).

Word of warning to all active Sanctuary members: we've got another clan event coming up early next year(as in January). I hope you all had a happy holidays and that you'll continue to enjoy the ones we've got coming up, but it's just about time to get back to work.

Chromium7
12-30-2016, 10:23 PM
Cheers. :]

Kamiroo Wolf
01-09-2017, 10:52 PM
Happy New Year to you all, hope you had a wondrous 2016! To warm things up a bit we've got an event due by the end of next month. It's a fairly serious one, with the results having a significant impact on the story of Sanctuary and I expect participation from all currently active members.


"Sitting in a hole, twiddling our thumbs is not the way change is made. It's a tad sooner than I'd like and with the loss of Winston we're short a potentially large number of hands, but the best option we have is to strike while we're, though declining, still in the green."

When Winston took it upon himself to bail Bridget Greene out of Sanctuary, he did not stop at merely raiding the armory and escorting the girl out of the underground facility. He also confiscated a vast amount of ACR target files and, with the aid of Bridget, reluctantly incapacitated Giselle and Gus, who attempted to stop him by force in the absence of Sencarn.

This sets us back immensely, but we cannot simply wait to recover.

Our first course of action is recovering any information we can on the targets we've lost while producing as many new ones as we can.

Your mission is to infiltrate and recover intelligence(digital or physical) concerning former, potential, and existing Gladiators for the RHG system by any means necessary, whether it be a covert operation or violent raid of their facilities. How you get it done is not an issue, only that we see results.


Alternatively, if you are not up for the task above(if it conflicts with your canon, for example):


Not everyone reacts to change in a similar manner.

Some despise even the word itself, viewing its meaning and all it entails as a threat to the existence they've grown accustomed to. The mere mention of its name registers as a very insult or threat upon their peace, their livelihood, and their reality.

Others embrace the idea of shifting structures, the very thought of correcting issues they struggle with or achieving new developments being motivation enough to chant whatever the word means to them.

Regardless of whether you support or condemn the transition of circumstance, it's been a topic on quite a few lips as of late.

With news of Sanctuary and their somewhat secretive rebellion spreading, you're likely to here both negative and positive opinions of the group and its members.

Your task is to place your character in one of these situations and affirm their stance on Sanctuary's political objectives. You don't have to use the character you currently have as a member of the clan.


No minimum/maximum in terms of size, due by the end of February, and that's pretty much it. If you all have any questions or concerns(like neither of these fitting your character) feel free to ask them, but otherwise I wish you all the best of luck in your writing!

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Update)
-Winston removed as a member of Sanctuary and replaced by Declan "Mirage" Stoddard("tryout" coming soon)
-Bridgett's Profile has been edited, but she will remain in the ACR Target section.
-All non-honorary/MIA members moved up a bit.

Cassandra, I'm not sure if you'd like me to replace Leelee with Vamprina or what's going on there, though I'd like to get it figured out.

Kamiroo Wolf
01-17-2017, 06:11 PM
Small update to the clan event above:
-Now an alternate option for those not looking to partake in the first option's activities.

Crank
01-17-2017, 10:58 PM
Prolly gonna be a while, but you'll be seeing another ACR request from me at some point

Chromium7
01-18-2017, 06:14 AM
Small update to the clan event above:
-Now an alternate option for those not looking to partake in the first option's activities.

Feeling it!!!

Cassandra
01-18-2017, 08:28 AM
Sure Kamiroo! I'd love to have you place my assassin in Leelee's place. I have a story coming up that will explain just how Vamprina replaces the bunny girl, but you don't have to wait for it to make the necessary changes.


Sanctuary huh? Hmph. Given how much they paid for the place...I'm surprised it isn't made out of solid gold.

Kamiroo Wolf
01-18-2017, 05:22 PM
Prolly gonna be a while, but you'll be seeing another ACR request from me at some point

Neat, just lemme know when ^_^

@Cassandra

Glad to have that cleared up! Looking forward to the story.

Update)
-Vamprina now active as Cassandra's character

Cassandra
01-18-2017, 05:48 PM
@Kamiroo: Would you probably be interested in doing a short collab with me? I just need to write about how Vamprina got into Sanctuary...might as well make it official! (e.g. Vamprina meets Sencarn, they talk etc.)

Your signature says you're not available though...so this probably isn't happening anytime soon, right?

Kamiroo Wolf
01-18-2017, 06:45 PM
@Kamiroo: Would you probably be interested in doing a short collab with me? I just need to write about how Vamprina got into Sanctuary...might as well make it official! (e.g. Vamprina meets Sencarn, they talk etc.)

Your signature says you're not available though...so this probably isn't happening anytime soon, right?

Fah,the signature needs updating. I'm down to work with you on this, just PM me the details :D

Cassandra
01-19-2017, 07:59 AM
As you command.

Very well, Kamiroo. I will message you shortly.

XDHunterNest
01-25-2017, 07:33 AM
I've been inactive as fuck. Please excuse me for a bit. Trying to finish up some stuff with Zackeroar and stuff. Hopefully I'll still have time to participate in the monthly.

Kamiroo Wolf
01-25-2017, 09:12 AM
I've been inactive as fuck. Please excuse me for a bit. Trying to finish up some stuff with Zackeroar and stuff. Hopefully I'll still have time to participate in the collab.

No worries, happens to the best of us.

Also, just for clarification, the clan event isn't a collab. Each person is writing their own "monthly".

XDHunterNest
05-20-2017, 04:28 PM
Is the clan dead? :(

Chromium7
05-20-2017, 10:25 PM
Is the clan dead? :(

I haven't heard much since I stepped down to honorary. But last I heard, Cass and K-wolf were gonna do a thing, K-wolf said he wanted to bring back Winston, and devi has been so preoccupied with his new avatar (http://forums.stickpage.com/image.php?u=196231&dateline=1491040982) that he's forgotten to post anything of value for the past 6 months. We're still around for the most part I think, just focusing on other things (besides massive clan-wide collabs like the last one) for a bit.

If you want an ACR or something though, we could probably still get you one.

XDHunterNest
05-21-2017, 02:09 PM
I haven't heard much since I stepped down to honorary. But last I heard, Cass and K-wolf were gonna do a thing, K-wolf said he wanted to bring back Winston, and devi has been so preoccupied with his new avatar (http://forums.stickpage.com/image.php?u=196231&dateline=1491040982) that he's forgotten to post anything of value for the past 6 months. We're still around for the most part I think, just focusing on other things (besides massive clan-wide collabs like the last one) for a bit.

If you want an ACR or something though, we could probably still get you one.

Okay, that's a relief! I've still got an ACR pending though lol. It's been incomplete for the past few months because of my laziness. I plan on getting it done in a few days. I've been feeling inspired lately.

Cassandra
05-21-2017, 04:54 PM
...Cass and K-wolf were gonna do a thing...

Indeed. I will hold him to his word.

If there's an assassination ACR, my bat-winged friend will...kindly...make herself available. I'm still finishing up my fight with Piston though, so she'll be fully ready for new action on Tuesday.

Kamiroo Wolf
05-22-2017, 03:37 PM
If there's an assassination ACR, my bat-winged friend will...kindly...make herself available. I'm still finishing up my fight with Piston though, so she'll be fully ready for new action on Tuesday.

There's always an ACR available. Just ask.

In regards to our collab, I haven't forgotten about you, but there is no progress to speak of whatsoever.

XDHunterNest
05-25-2017, 01:28 PM
I've finished my ACR! ;D Constructive criticism please?


A ray of moonlight shone down upon the asphalt roads from the dark night sky. Street lights flickered like the flames in a campfire, adding brightness to the dimly lit road. The armor-clad Spartan took long strides on the gray sidewalk. He held his shield in his left hand, ready to deflect any attack from someone stupid enough to attack this demigod. He gripped his spear tightly in his right hand, ready to strike down anyone if necessary.

Zackeroar kept his eyes and ears on high alert for anything that would show him where his target was. Usually, the demigod would use the word "target" for someone he was assigned to kill. Not in this case, though. He was sent out into the streets in the middle of the night to find someone called Aiden Wing.

He’s a member of some faction which strives for world peace through relatively peaceful means. Each member basically has their own ways of achieving this goal. Aiden tries to protect the lives of those who need his help. Sencarn and the others saw this man as someone that could be a very useful asset in the future. Aside from that, he’s aware of Sanctuary’s existence and is suspicious of the RHG system.

Being the only member available for the mission, Zackeroar was sent out to recruit this man. At first, the Spartan argued that he was the wrong choice, saying that he would rather “bash heads in than try and negotiate with some mortal”. After a rather short argument, Sencarn finally forced the demigod to accept his assignment.

The Spartan walked under a flickering street light when he suddenly heard footsteps tapping on the flat cement roof of the store right next to him. Stopping in his tracks under the flickering spot of light, he gripped his weapons tighter and looked up, trying to locate the source of the noise. It was too dark to see anything even as Zackeroar squinted his eyes to try and have a better look of the roof.

The ground itself seemed to shake as a mysterious figure dropped down from the roof above. "You're part of the RHG, aren't you?" said the man who had just jumped down. "Yes, I am. Is there any problem?" replied Zackeroar. The man was dark skinned and had quite a muscled build. He had black, chin-length dreadlocks as well as black, neatly kept chin hair. The man was wearing a white collared shirt and black dress pants along with black work shoes. A necklace with a gold and red cross dangled from his neck and his expensive looking watch glistened in the moonlight.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions," the dark-skinned man requested.The Spartan stared right into the man's dark brown eyes. "Aiden Wing?" Zackeroar asked, to the man's surprise. "How do you know my name?" Aiden said, drawing his sickle and pistol. He wielded the sickle in his right hand and the pistol in his left, ready to take this threat out.

"I am Zackeroar, son of Zeus, and I am part of Sanctuary."

"Sanctuary, eh? I'm aware of you people." The man seemed to ease up and hid his weapons once more.

"That's exactly why I'm here. How would you like to learn more about the RHG's vile corruption?"

"I'm intrigued by your proposition. I've had my suspicions about the RHG system."

"Perhaps you would like to come with me to our base of operations and have a talk with the men in charge? I swear by the
gods that I will not harm you." Zackeroar said, opting to let Sencarn and the others do the talking.

"I would like to see this base of yours. I've got some questions I need answered about the RHG." At this, the two men headed off towards Sanctuary's underground base.

~~~~~

"It's just up ahead." Zackeroar said, his armor clanking as he quickened his pace into a jog. Aiden Wing followed and matched his pace with the gladiator. The moon still shone up above, now being the only source of light as the pair travelled through the grassy plains adjacent to the cement jungle.

A ray of red light in the form of a spear suddenly shot out from somewhere. It barely missed Zackeroar whose head might already be impaled if he hadn't narrowly dodged the projectile. "Shit!" Aiden Wing exclaimed, drawing both of his weapons in the same fashion he did earlier. The Spartan looked around, scanning his surroundings to find whoever threw the spear at him.

"You were supposed to be dead!" shouted a man in a red cloak who was running at the pair. Immediately, Aiden started firing shot after shot at their assailant. The assailant dodged the shots with ease, sidestepping left and right while still charging towards his targets. Zackeroar raised his shield and pointed his spear at this man, just like a Spartan in a phalanx would do.

Aiden never seemed to run out of bullets as he fired a constant barrage of lead at their enemy. One lucky shot penetrated through the man's arm, creating a hole which bled profusely. He skidded along the ground, his white boots unconvering the dirt below the grass. The man seemed to feel no pain, but anger was apparent in his face.

"Do not interfere, mortal!" The assailant thrust his hand forward, his spear of red light following the hand's movements. The spear floated above Aiden Wing before splitting up into smaller rods. The red hooded man brought his hand down violently, prompting the red rods to smash into the ground below, forming a prison for Sanctuary's potential recruit.

The Spartan took this opportunity and angled his spear upwards, aiming for his foe. His oaken spear soared through the air in a high arc before landing directly in his opponent's chest. Or at least that's what should have happened. A split-second before the spear touched his chest, the red cloaked man reached for the oaken shaft. He grabbed it as if it was just leaning on a wall and broke it in half.

"Who are you?" Zackeroar asked in disbelief, drawing his greatsword and setting aside his shield. For the first time in a long time, the demigod was worried. A grin slowly crept its way onto the assailant's face and a red light seemed to emanate from this godlike figure.

"The name's Aethrox, son of Zeus. Be prepared to be cut down!" The red light around Aethrox shone brighter and brighter something seemed to be materializing in his hands. Without the object fully materialized, he dashed off like a predator chasing his prey. A faint trail of red light was left behind, slowly disappearing as the distance between him and his target drew closer and closer.

Zackeroar was pissed. Not at his opponent, but at himself. "Worrying is weakness!" he thought to himself. "Why am I, Wrath Incarnate, son of Zeus, scared of this worthless mortal? He should be quivering in fear!" The son of Zeus slashed his greatsword horizontally as his enemy slashed with his now fully-formed sword. Aethrox barely blocked it with his blade made of pulsing red light, causing him to stagger sidewards.

A kick from the Spartan sent his opponent a few meters back, Aethrox trying desperately to regain his balance. Zackeroar ran at his opponent and jumped, sword held high above his head. Aethrox smirked and disappeared in a red flash, only to appear a few meters left of where he once was. The demigod fell to the ground with a thud, his armor colliding with the dirt in a violent fashion.

The assailant punted the demigod's helmet, the sheer force of the kick knocking the helmet off to expose the son of Zeus's bleeding face. Aethrox laughed like a madman as he pointed his sword at the demigod's throat. "The new gods send their regards." He said as he pushed his saber deeper and deeper, blood gushing out as Zackeroar's life slowly faded away.

~~~~~

Aiden fell to his knees and broke down. His hands covered his face as he tried to process what had just happened. The bars of red light that had surrounded him were recalled as Aethrox clenched his fist together. The red bars slowly transformed back into his spear which then disappeared in a flash of red light.

Ignoring the remaining mortal, Aethrox walked away as the sun slowly rose in the east. He held his hand forward, opening a portal which illuminated the surrounding area with red light. The man jumped with all of the momentum he had gathered and entered into the portal. In an instant, the man in the red cloak was gone.

Aiden had recovered from his breakdown and ran over to his comrade. If anything could be said about this demigod, it was that he was resilient. Zackeroar breathing heavy, stuttering breaths as blood flowed out of his open throat. "I'm sorry I couldn't help," said Aiden Wing, disappointment in himself apparent in his eyes. "It was my time," Zackeroar said with much difficulty.

Eventually, a team from Sanctuary was sent out to look for the fallen Spartan and found him, but it was too late. His body had almost been drained of its blood. They grabbed the demigod's body and carried him hastily, Aiden Wing trailing behind. "The war of the gods has begun," Zackeroar muttered before his body went limp.

Gray clouds gathered up above almost instantaneously and precipitated gray drops of rain. It was as if the heavens were crying for Zackeroar's death. Red lightning soon followed, then booming thunder. This red lightning came furiously and in quick succession, as if someone up above was angry. The team hurried even more, fearing for their lives.

The crew rushed the demigod to Sanctuary's clinic where the doctors did everything they could to revive him, but it was too late. There was nothing they could do to save the demigod's life. One strange thing did happen, though. The doctors swore that they saw the figure of a god take the son of Zeus's hand and pulled his spirit up. Whether it really did happen or not, that remains a secret.

Kamiroo Wolf
05-25-2017, 10:26 PM
A story worth the wait. I don't have many criticisms(I'll save the majority of it for those who can explain better than myself) aside from various parts that felt as though you wanted to them out of the way. For the sake of canon, we'll just say that Aiden decided to hear out Sanctuary's cause to make up for Zackeroar(since I didn't catch any sort resolution in terms of his recruitment).

In other news:

Updates/Plans)
-Declan Stoddard removed from Sanctuary main page.
-Death's Embrace(ACR by XDHunterNest) added to main.
-More in-depth profiles for NPC's of Sanctuary(mainly finished kit for Sencarn and detail for others) to come
-Very few clan events planned until I'm more sure of the activity I can expect around here(Y'all let me know whether you're ever down for an event or not, okay? I kind of want a war for no reason rn, tbh.)
-Sanctuary is currently in possession of Dex Omni's BMICS(Device that creates alternate worlds to explore). Might put that to use for various purposes. Might.

Chromium7
05-28-2017, 04:59 PM
Let's fight the Coils.

Crank
05-28-2017, 05:34 PM
Dante VS Dante: Inner turmoil

Urako
05-28-2017, 10:30 PM
Dante VS Dante: Inner turmoil

I suppose we'll know once and for all where his true loyalties lie. Unless of course he manages to trick them both into thinking he still works for both of them.

Kamiroo Wolf
05-29-2017, 03:30 AM
Let's fight the Coils.

I'm down if Devi, Hunter, Cassandra, and Alph are down/ready(assuming you're serious as well). It can wait if not... enemies ain't goin' anywhere...

XDHunterNest
05-30-2017, 02:28 PM
Zackeroar's dead ;'( I have to make a new character lol. I was so tired of Zackeroar. xD To further my War of the Gods arc story thing, I think my new character's going to be pro-RHG so I might have to leave the clan until I bring back Zackeroar.

Kamiroo Wolf
05-30-2017, 05:11 PM
Zackeroar's dead ;'( I have to make a new character lol. I was so tired of Zackeroar. xD To further my War of the Gods arc story thing, I think my new character's going to be pro-RHG so I might have to leave the clan until I bring back Zackeroar.

If that's what you feel is best, though you should know I'm alright with you using an NPC(one of your own or an ACR target) here for clan events if everyone else is.

Chromium7
05-31-2017, 04:09 PM
I'm fine with that.
Also I'm contemplating a duo wRHG.
The world needs more Dante.

Piston1937
05-31-2017, 10:24 PM
Hmmm World of gods

How can I turn this into a decent wRHG fighter?


Hmmmm

Chromium7
06-01-2017, 06:51 AM
How can I turn this into a decent wRHG fighter?

Despite the negative press, covfefe

XDHunterNest
06-01-2017, 03:46 PM
Despite the negative press, covfefe

You're the real MVP. xD

devi
07-17-2017, 02:38 PM
I know I've been gone for a long time, but as a genuine question, are you guys still interested in continuing this clan? I'm fully on board for continuing creating stuff here, since I'm now available to be active on here, and am willing to be fully engaged with everything we're doing. But I do want to know, is there still interest?

Chromium7
07-17-2017, 05:56 PM
I know I've been gone for a long time, but as a genuine question, are you guys sti

yes

Kamiroo Wolf
07-17-2017, 07:20 PM
I know I've been gone for a long time, but as a genuine question, are you guys still interested in continuing this clan? I'm fully on board for continuing creating stuff here, since I'm now available to be active on here, and am willing to be fully engaged with everything we're doing. But I do want to know, is there still interest?

Yeah, of course, I'm just not entirely sure what to do from where we're at. There was some talk of a clan war, though I'm not entirely certain of the activity we've got here yet. Been holding off on any monthlies/weeklies/etc for the same reason.

I'm currently working on an ACR with a couple of the NPCs, but if you're willing I'm sure we could whip something up.

devi
07-18-2017, 02:33 AM
Yeah, of course, I'm just not entirely sure what to do from where we're at. There was some talk of a clan war, though I'm not entirely certain of the activity we've got here yet. Been holding off on any monthlies/weeklies/etc for the same reason.

I'm currently working on an ACR with a couple of the NPCs, but if you're willing I'm sure we could whip something up.

I'd be more than willing to do something like that. I was also thinking I could complete the earlier ACR that you sent me, Steven Lopez to be exact. I can complete and send that to you, then I can work with whatever your thinking of.


yes

What are you fucking gay

Chromium7
07-18-2017, 05:49 AM
I will be continuing Halle's recruitment storyline by way of the dance RP with devi, and making her my acting wRHG for a length of time after.
Dante's storyline will continue on in the background.

devi
07-26-2017, 12:44 PM
“Fucking hell I hate this job.”

Steven Lopez said to himself as he leaned back on his chair, releasing a loud breath out. His work shift wouldn’t end for another two hours, and he had nothing to do. Of course, even if there were something to do, why would he do it? Might as well just tell one of those down a floor to do it for him; and if they say no; just sack them. If they do a bad job; just blame them for incompetence and sack them. Maybe they do do a good job but give some attitude; blame them for making the workplace hostile and sack them, probably sue them too while he was at it. Yes, it was an easy life for Mr Steven Lopez, the most effort he would ever have to do in a workday would be to hand papers to people the floor under him, or to just point to the door for them to leave.

Mr Lopez was an inherently lazy man, so when his father set him up with a management position in the Rock Hard Gladiators organization (or RHG for short) who deal with making super powered people fight each other for sport, he was indifferent to it. Even the sport itself wasn’t worth the effort of even turning on the TV to Mr Lopez; it always seemed one-sided or simply boring with uninspired and uncharismatic people fighting in it. Heck, even the commentators were shitty, never making anything of the matches more interesting and essentially just saying what happens anyway for the audience to see. As if the audience needed assurance what they literally just saw.

Mr Lopez’s face tightened in disgust; there were few things in the world that entertained him. Perhaps the only thing that ever does is firing his underlings. The feeling he got from pointing towards the door and saying those magical words. “You’re fired.” That felt good to Mr Lopez, to see their shocked faces as they left the building and the other workers stared on in fear, unable to even gasp in fear. That feeling of power felt good to Mr Lopez, that feeling of authority he could exert on those people under him, like a king with his peasants, while never needing to give proper reasoning.

Every time the people above him ever asked why so many people were being fired, he would always be able to make a good excuse. “They were incredibly hostile. They refused to do the work. They were unable to meet the quota. They were unproductive and held everyone back.” And the ever so classic one; “They were sleeping on the job.” Classic. The people above never double-checked anything he said anyway, most likely to busy to check the department, so they would just swallow his excuses. Absolute cakewalk.

THUD

A sudden loud noise woke Mr Lopez from his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. He quickly got out of his chair; more like leaping out of it like a rabbit in fear of a wolf. He approached the door ever so slowly, sneaking his way to the wooden exit of his office.

THUD

Mr Lopez’s heart was in his throat as he jumped in fear, the sound was getting louder, and it was getting closer. His hand shaking, he reached for the golden doorknob slowly and cautiously. Whatever the sound was, he had to investigate it.

THUD

Slowly, he wrapped his hand around the cold handle, gripping it tightly with his whole hand. He slowly twisted the handle, and pushed his hand forward. The door creaked as it opened. As if fully opened, the outside revealed itself.

Empty.

He breathed out, finally able to relax. It was nothing; maybe someone was just playing a prank on him. Probably one of them down a floor is thinking they’re real sneaky. Just one more person on the list to fir-

THUD

Mr Lopez’s eyes widened. The sound was right outside. Now his whole body was shaking in fear. His breath became faster and faster, his heart beating as loud as an alarm clock within his body. He gulped loudly, and moved his head forward, slowly leaning over to see what was outside, putting his hands on the wall to stay balanced. He turned his head to the left as he looked outside.

Empty.

Once again Mr Lopez breathed out. It really was just a prank. Someone must be throwing rocks on a wall to scare him, or something like that. There is no danger. But poor Mr Lopez was oh so wrong. No sooner had he proudly and calmly he thought that to himself, that he felt something cold touch his hair.

Before he could even react, he felt his whole body be yanked out of the doorway, floating through the air; light as a feather. Suddenly, he felt something hard hit his back; hard enough for him to even hear something in his body crack loudly. Much like when he got a massage last week. But poor Mr Lopez was oh so wrong. As his eyes caught up with all that happened, he saw something truly horrifying in front of him.

The creature was absolutely horrifying to the refined eyes of Mr Lopez, seeing such a creature was enough to make him gag and widen in his so much you would think his eyes were ready to pop out. It had a human form, but it was no human. It had gray dried skin, the bone underneath clear to see in outline through the skin, grotesquely sticking out. The thing had a humanoid form, yet it was gigantic, it was double the height of Mr Lopez, a true giant. Then there was the face.

It was horrific, nothing that Mr Lopez could accurately ever describe to anyone. It had the form of a human skull, but the skin was as if glued straight onto it, no muscle and no fat to make it have a human appearance, more like a disgusting parody of a human face. The bone was outline clearly on the face, the skin was even stretched to some extent as if it was ready to snap open and make the bone pop out. But there was one final detail that terrified him. Instead of eyes, the creature had small blue flames in its sockets, glowing brightly.

In pure fear and shock, Mr Lopez quickly turned his head and shouted at the top of his voice.

“Security!”

But poor Mr Lopez, even he realized there was no help, for when he looked to his side, he saw red. There was blood on the floor, in a large puddle just lying there on the floor. In the center of this large red puddle lay something. He couldn’t see what it was, but then he saw a bit of blue. It was a security guard. There would be no help for Mr Lopez.

He looked forward again at the creature, too afraid to notice his whole body shaking violently. Tears welling up in his eyes as he felt the pain from his back and top of his head, feeling his hair being stretched out from its usually gel filled appearance. Fear. That’s what Mr Lopez felt. Fear filled his mind as his mind ran as quickly it could to find what to do.

But then the creature spoke. It spoke in a dark and shallow voice, like a person with a damaged voice box.

“It is time for you to pay for your sins.”

Mr Lopez was too scared to feel confused, and acted on impulse when replying.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! Let me down or I will have this whole building’s security down on you!”

Suddenly, the creature lifted something with its other hand. At first he couldn’t see what it was, so he squinted as best as he could while he felt his hair stretch out even more. It was a pass for a receptionist for the RHG organization.

“Look I don’t know who this is or what he did, but I had nothing to do with! Now let me go!”

The creature roared in rage, its voice absolutely harrowing and terrifying, the sound more akin to a banshee’s scream than any living creature, and winded up one of its hands in the form of a fist, as if threatening to use it. Its bright blue flames shining brightly, the flames nearly touching Mr Lopez’s face.

“You are part of this organization! You sent this man to kill one of my friends and you will pay for it!”

“Nobody ordered that guy to fucking kill your friend, get that through your head you idiot!”

But poor Mr Lopez noticed what he said too late, and his mouth hanged open in shock of what he said. He had no opportunity to take it back, as the creature’s fist sped up towards him.






When security finally arrived to the area, they were much too late to save Mr Lopez. When they arrived, all they saw was the body of a security guard, and then they found Mr Lopez. Poor Mr Lopez, he did not know of his own evil, perhaps if he had said differently he might still be alive. But it was not to be for poor Mr Lopez. Blood covered the wall where his slumped body lay. At first they didn’t even know that it was Mr Lopez. Why? Simple, his whole head was nothing but a mashed mess of flesh and bone; his face caved in and was nothing more than a bloody mess. Some of them gagged, a few even had to force down vomit that had slid up into their mouths, but all of them were disgusted and shocked by what they saw. In fact, for the longest few seconds they had no idea that it was Mr Lopez, since when they checked for his ID card, it was gone.

There was however one final detail that the security guards saw that truly sent shivers down their spines. One detail that they didn’t notice until it was terrifyingly clear. On the wall, painted in crimson red blood as if it was paint, was written an absolutely terrifying message that would haunt the minds of the security guards. Blood dripped down from the writing as they read the words of whatever killed Mr Lopez. The writing said:

Death in repayment for sin I got this target a year ago I think, finally got it done. I'm happy and up for anything else we're planning to do.

Chromium7
07-26-2017, 02:16 PM
Hell yeah.So I'm going to try and chart out the timeline here.

Obviously the main thing devi and I's next few Sanctuary-related stories are spiraling out of Collab 1 (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?100307-Sanctuary-Collab-1). I don't have an exact start date for when this story occurred, so we'll just roughly go by the date it got posted, and say it happened somewhere in the neighborhood of September to November, but note that the Coils v. Creatures War (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99876-CLAN-WAR-Night-Creatures-v-The-Coils-of-Nehushtan) got posted in early September, though there would have been more like a full month's gap (at least?) between that story and Collab 1. Collab 1 marks the first, very brief, appearance of Halle Mackinson, who Dante was attempting to recruit into Sanctuary per an ACR, while attempting to reconcile the fallout of the Coils v. Creatures war, and attempting to keep the clan he was trying to recruit Halle into from going around brutally murdering people like the Night Creatures had been just prior to all of this. Dante failed at all three of these tasks on some level (but still got paid).

Which brings us to Death of a Promisor (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?100432-Death-of-a-promisor-New-goal-for-the-damned), and the subsequent murder spree(s). After Dante had talked about how nice these Sanctuary guys were going to be to Halle and invited them into his home for a bit, it became apparent that Zackeroar had just murdered a fuckload of people in Sanctuary's name while Dante wasn't looking, beat up a bunch of people for free tickets under Dante's supervision, and that Light was just going to run around killing people until he figured out what the fuck just happened to Jena. Dante took a step back from Sanctuary at that point, and Halle just ran like hell.

During the winter going into 2017, it can be pretty fairly assumed that the Coils of Nehushtan knew what Sanctuary was up to, and wasn't a fan. But that said, they'd just come off the Clan War, and right about when they would have entered into a period in which they could have waged war with Sanctuary, Nehushtan waged war with itself, with the organization of Nehushtan being taken over by some guy named Viktor or something. Dante was now tasked with finding information on this Viktor guy so that the Coils of Nehushtan could once again be united under Doctor Macbeth's control and presumably wind up getting their asked kicked by another clan with arguably villainous intent (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99611-Sanctuary) again sometime after. As January of 2017 draws to a close, Dante begins to shift away from battles in favor of sitting on his ass and launching a totally rad Dante-inspired clothing line and wanting to die

Then there's some dance happening in July.

devi
07-26-2017, 02:30 PM
We're a murderous bunch aren't we.

IgnusBurns
07-26-2017, 02:37 PM
Then there's some dance happening in July.

Hmmm, I wonder what that could be?

Chromium7
07-26-2017, 02:40 PM
Hmmm, I wonder what that could be?

S E L F
P R O M O T I O N (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?103684-Sadie-Rockin-s-RP)

Kamiroo Wolf
07-26-2017, 02:48 PM
We're a murderous bunch aren't we.

Little bit of blood builds character, nothing wrong with that.

IgnusBurns
07-26-2017, 02:58 PM
S E L F
P R O M O T I O N (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?103684-Sadie-Rockin-s-RP)

Nice one dude, nice one.

Kamiroo Wolf
07-28-2017, 03:44 PM
Aye so, for something to do around here I was thinking we could all collab on an ACR where we all have a singular target, but if any of you all have different suggestions or issues with this feel free to chime in.

Oh as for the target, I had three potential candidates from the ACR sheet, but more on that depending on what the response to the proposal is.

Cassandra
08-03-2017, 08:46 AM
As long as they all agree to watch and let me do all the work, I'm in.

I'm up for the collaboration! :)

devi
08-03-2017, 08:59 AM
Aye so, for something to do around here I was thinking we could all collab on an ACR where we all have a singular target, but if any of you all have different suggestions or issues with this feel free to chime in.

Oh as for the target, I had three potential candidates from the ACR sheet, but more on that depending on what the response to the proposal is.

Well as I already said to you, I think its a good idea. We just need a good ACR to make the mission feel like it has weight to it.

Chromium7
08-03-2017, 08:42 PM
Yeah, I'd just need to know what I'm getting into is the thing. But I'm game to give it a go.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-03-2017, 09:58 PM
Sure. Check back here by the end of tomorrow and I should have edited this post with the candidates.

XDHunterNest
08-04-2017, 05:22 AM
As a writer, am I still considered as a member of Sanctuary despite Zackeroar being dead?

Kamiroo Wolf
08-04-2017, 03:39 PM
As a writer, am I still considered as a member of Sanctuary despite Zackeroar being dead?

Yeah, of course. I have to apologize to you as well, as you'd asked me awhile ago to find you a character to use. If you still need one just lemme know

XDHunterNest
08-04-2017, 04:13 PM
Yeah, of course. I have to apologize to you as well, as you'd asked me awhile ago to find you a character to use. If you still need one just lemme know

I'd love to have any character to use. I've missed writing so much, but I have to redo my new wRHG from scratch since the damned txt file got screwed along with my laptop.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-04-2017, 09:34 PM
I'd love to have any character to use. I've missed writing so much, but I have to redo my new wRHG from scratch since the damned txt file got screwed along with my laptop.

I gotchu, but first I'm finna get these targets up.



Name: "Ramos"
Race: Human. Hispanic.
Age: Early 20's
Height: 5 foot 3 inches.

Appearance: Ramos is a lean hispanic male with straight, jet black hair that comes down to his chin and black-brown eyes. His general wardrobe consists of shorts and tank tops, but his most consistent outfit is a pair of gold and blue gym shorts accompanied by a tank top of similar colors. On his back Ramos possesses a gold running backpack filled with unknown contents.

Personality:
Ramos only ever stops for specific people. Those he has spoken to have stated his personality as being impatient and extremely active, as though he is always being rushed and is always on a tight schedule. Those he's had less favorable encounters with consider him a coward of sorts, however, as the runner always takes off at the first sign of trouble. We know that he's a good salesman though. Most people he runs in to end up buying his master product without even knowing what it is, and then either refuse to disclose the contents of their deal or are unaware as to whether or not they have received it yet.

About:
Ramos is a travelling salesman often spotted in North America and Southeast Europe at varying times of throughout the year. He always appears for a specific person and will track down that person undeterred by even the most challenging obstacles. Ramos then proceeds to strike a deal with them, selling an unknown product that has often been described as "simply life-changing".

Abilities:

Unstoppable Force- So, the majority of Ramos' special abilities revolve around his ability to run. He can continue to run until what we can only assume is the end of time, never showing any signs of tiring or fatigue(no sweat, no stumbling, etc.). He's never been spotted stopping for even a split second to drink, rest, or even eat, and and sure as help won't stop for anyone looking to interrupt his route.

Slippery- For a guy who never sweats, Ramos can be pretty difficult to get your hands on. His parkour abilities are off the charts, he appears virtually immune(or at the very least aware) to any time-altering abilities and always escapes, and has an awe-inspiring reaction timing(is that the right term?)- able to shift course and make decisions without so much as a blink of the eye.

Misc.- Oh yeah, he's pretty fast. I mean, I knew kids faster than him in high school but the guy's quick.

Desired Outcome:
Captured. To be frank, I'm pretty Sencarn is just curious as to what it is this guy's peddling, but we'd also like to have the specifics of his abilites officially document. I theorize his stamina is the result of enhancement/augmentation, Giselle is convinced he's just not human, and the boss, as usual, suspects "foul play" of sorts when it comes to his deals. As you can probably gather, capturing this guy will be no small feat. That's why we're sending multiple of you. Best of luck.




Names: Ava & Ricon(Ree-Cone)
Races: Ava is an unknown entity while Ricon is a human(caucasian)
Ages: ?? & late 30s
Heights: 4 foot 11 inches and 5 foot 9 inches

Appearances:
Ava is a living, dense cloud of particles, floating about the earth alongside Ricon. Her body is a dark purple and relatively plump in appearance despite being virtually weightless and her hair matches in color, coming down to the tailbone in a rich streams(resembling dread locks, kind of?). Everything she creates is of the same substance/color.

Ricon is a relatively heavy-set man with a husky build and muscled arms. His bald head glistens in the suns and the tiny black shades practically glued to his pale, bulky dome are topped only by the denim jacket he wears. His body is covered in various tattoos and scars, though most are covered by the sleeveless t-shirt beneath that insufferable jacket of his. His pants are ripped on purpose, of course, and the chain that connects his back pocket to his front is purely for show. He wields both a modified skeet shotgun that shoots nails and sawn-off shotgun that releases conclusive blasts of air(more or less for creating distance or dealing non-lethal damage) rather than actual shrapnel.

Personalities:

While Ricon is typically more hot-headed and quick to cause trouble, Ava is a much more curious airhead. She doesn't really mind assisting Ricon in his criminal antics(as he's a close person to her), but is much more interesting in the wondrous and fantastical. She will kill if Ricon gives the order, and feels absolutely no remorse for doing so. She is, essentially, his willing puppet(though, to her, their bond is more of the family type deal). She can't speak, but is pretty good at expressing what she wants/needs/etc. via body(cloud?) language.

Ricon sees Ava as a loyal pet. Loves the dumb thing to death, but won't ever risk his life for hers and certainly doesn't have as much respect. That's not to say that he doesn't show her respect or appreciate her abilities, however. In fact, Ricon praises her work often and knows when to back off if he's being insensitive or stubborn. He's just not as emotionally attached as he is. To him, she's the prize for all his hard work to "raise" her. Ricon is a criminal first and foremost, always looking for the next big score or the last person to wrong him. He prefers brute force, bulky tactics, and in-your face combat.

About:
Ricon and Ava are a criminal pair frequently involved in petty crimes such as bank robberies, home invasion, and pretty much anything that involved hurting people and making money. Claiming to have "raised" the non-human entity, Ricon uses Ava for his own personal gain, while Ava genuinely enjoys Ricon's company. The two have been at large for awhile now, though hopefully we can finally get a pair as potentially dangerous as these two off the streets.

Abilities)

(Ava)Matter Shift- Ava can manipulate the matter in her body as she chooses, erecting spikes and various other augmentations from her body at will. If she tosses a chunk of her body elsewhere, she can manipulate that chunk as well. However, dispersing herself too much will result in death.

(Ava)Cloud Body- Ava is weightless. As such, she can float about and hover freely with little to no resistance(wind is her only issue). However, because of he body's constitution, Ava is extremely fragile. Simply waving away parts of her body or blasting her particles apart will kill her. Of course, that's only if you can hit her. If she happens to recollect parts of her body, she'll continue to live until you can destroy the whole thing.

(Ricon)Shotgun Happy- Ricon wields both a skeet shotgun that shoots nails and a sawn-off double barrel that blasts concussive air in a target direction(creating space or dealing minor damage) to keep Ava in check.

Desired Outcome:
Assassinated... at least in Ava's case. If the cloud girl were any smarter, her insane reach could turn her into a weapon of mass destruction. Your jobs are to stop her before she can become a serious threat. While Ricon could simply be subdued and presented to the proper authorities, we'd prefer the secret to Ava's origins remain a mystery to us all. They won't go down easily, but I'm confident you all should fine with such a this simple match up.




Name: Kari Nyugen
Race: Human. Asian.
Age: 32
Height: 5 foot 6 inches

Appearance:
A lithe woman with very little muscle, Kari Nyugen possesses almost-black eyes and auburn hair that hangs straight down to her collarbone. Very professional in appearance, she can often be found wearing designer dresses, shoes, and jewelry.

Personality:
Educated and well-spoken to the point she can shut down most arguments before they begin, Mrs. Nyugen is a currently preparing herself to run for a crucial political position. She is a very passionate woman with strong, moralistic values and an eye for problem solving. She cares for people and their plights, and will fight someone elsewhere battles if necessary. She is no fool, and is not easily persuaded.

About:
An aspiring government official, Kari Nyugen has taken it upon herself to rid the world of its many flaws. She's been known to take on monumental projects like combating world hunger or ending senseless wars, and is very popular among the people. Her most recent project, you might ask? Uprooting and disposing of terrorist cells, gangs, and corruption embedded in the nation... namely Sanctuary among others.

Ability)

Political influence- Even without holding an official position in government, Kari Nguyen's name holds a lot of weight. The public already adores her as is, so she's expected to move up soon.

Desired Outcome:
Recruited. While we don't necessarily want her shacking up with us here underground, it would make things much easier if her opinion of Sanctuary were to be swayed. Right now, we're nothing more than a bunch of terrorists and assassins in the public eye... that's going to have to change soon if we expect to get anywhere. I want you all to show her Sanctuary is more than a hut for mercenaries and killers.

devi
08-04-2017, 11:37 PM
Second one seems more interesting to me. I feel like it'd make more sense for all the members to collaborate if we were facing someone that was a serious threat, rather than a recruitment or capture ACR.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-04-2017, 11:45 PM
Second one seems more interesting to me. I feel like it'd make more sense for all the members to collaborate if we were facing someone that was a serious threat, rather than a recruitment or capture ACR.

A fight's always more interesting, but I wanted to give the options anyway since there are different ways to exercise teamwork.

devi
08-04-2017, 11:54 PM
I mean, it's not necessarily because its a fight that its interesting to me. Its interesting to me because the second one seems like an actual threat that requires all of us to deal with it somehow. Meanwhile, the other two don't really feel like they are any threat to us and can act more as background story. Heck, we can do the third one so she helps us with hunting down 1 and 2.

Chromium7
08-05-2017, 05:00 AM
Is there really anything stopping us from doing all three in one collab? I mean it's a little ambitious, but we could give it a go? Dante could help with the recruitment/PR side of things as the others are working to capture/assassinate, with each of the others stepping in to help / request assistance where needed.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-05-2017, 02:35 PM
Is there really anything stopping us from doing all three in one collab? I mean it's a little ambitious, but we could give it a go? Dante could help with the recruitment/PR side of things as the others are working to capture/assassinate, with each of the others stepping in to help / request assistance where needed.

I suppose there isn't. How's everyone else feel about that?

XDHunterNest
08-06-2017, 09:54 AM
If I could participate (idk how lol but I wish I could), then doing all three would be awesome!

devi
08-06-2017, 10:32 AM
Well we could most certainly do three

So here's my threesome idea. First we hunt down Ramos, and either force or convince him to help us give something to Kari to convince her to help us, so she in turn can use her influence to help us find and kill Ava and Ricon. Specific members can be used for specific tasks. Vamprina for example can help the hunting down and detaining of Ramos, or to simply slow him down at least. Then when thats over, Chrom's Halle (or whatever the fuck he's using nowadays) can walk in with whatever gift we get from Ramos and uses that to convince Kari. Then someone like Light can come in to help hunt down and assassinate Ava and Ricon. Heck, the whole team can be involved with the assassination, giving a sense of how important this hunt is. In this way, we cement our roles in the team, and work together towards a higher goal as a team.


If I could participate (idk how lol but I wish I could), then doing all three would be awesome!

So from my understanding you don't have your original wRHG anymore correct? Are you able to make a new one? If you make one similar to your last, you'd defiantly be a candidate for helping Light in hunting Ava and Ricon, if my plan is good of course.

Chromium7
08-06-2017, 10:53 AM
If I could participate (idk how lol but I wish I could), then doing all three would be awesome!

Well, that's the beauty of the Recruitment ACRs -- once it's done, you've got some characters freed up in case something happens to the one you've been running with.
As is, we've got three under the Recruited tab, one of which being Aiden Wing, your recruit. I'd want to take a look at the ACR profiles and see what Kamiroo thinks before saying for sure, but we could probably lend you one or two of the recruited guys, and I'm sure we could find some way of using all three. Once I get eyes on those profiles, I can start piecing together the when, wheres, whos, and hows of it all.

devi
08-06-2017, 11:03 AM
Dude that means we could include people we've recruited in plans such as the one I just mentioned. This is going to be fucking sweet.

Chromium7
08-06-2017, 11:31 AM
(probably double posting but)

Then when thats over, Chrom's Halle (or whatever the fuck he's using nowadays)
It would make sense for me to use Dante and the successful recruits I mentioned in my last post. Halle's more of a failed recruit that could still be swayed depending on how we play our cards here and at the dance.


First we hunt down Ramos, and either force or convince him to help us give something to Kari to convince her to help us, so she in turn can use her influence to help us find and kill Ava and Ricon.
See, but if we're forcing it, she's gonna betray us down the line or just not give in at all. If the threat were dire enough, and Kari as an asset valuable enough, then yeah I could see us using her like that, but to be honest she's just a nice lady that people have a respect for. If we start blackmailing her we're not going to get anywhere. So I'd say if we're going to work with Kari, we'd try and sway her by actually convincing her we're trying to do the right thing here, and that the things she's after, like world peace and whatnot, would be more attainable if we let Sanctuary do some of what Sanctuary's out here killing and capturing people in the hopes of doing, like keeping the RHG system in check, and as successfully killing/depowering Ava would show, disarming WMDs. Meanwhile, capturing Ramos, or convincing him to help us, could lead to advances in medicine, which Kari would be in support of. So my suggestion would be that we have Dante and whoever else sit down with Ava and talk things through, as Sanctuary does what Sanctuary allegedly does best, or better than the powers at be.


Then someone like Light can come in to help hunt down and assassinate Ava and Ricon. Heck, the whole team can be involved with the assassination, giving a sense of how important this hunt is. In this way, we cement our roles in the team, and work together towards a higher goal as a team.
Now this, this I'm for. We get everyone on site to deal with the biggest threat of them all, and let how we deal with that threat, or even fail to deal with that threat cement our roles in the team, and set the stage for our team's role in the overall story moving forward.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-06-2017, 04:15 PM
I see no issue with letting the ACR targets in on the action ^_^ if you want to see any files in specific just ask.

Unfortunately, I don't think Aiden can be touched right now due to some canonical shit I've been putting off, but Ming Wu and Joyce are more than ready to be used if XDHunterNest doesn't mind the switch up.

(Also, I'm loving the brainstorming, y'all @_@)

Kamiroo Wolf
08-06-2017, 04:16 PM
(Accidental double post. Please delete.)

XDHunterNest
08-09-2017, 09:58 PM
My new character's almost done. I just have to finish writing his backstory and the demo. I'll probably have him done by tomorrow.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-10-2017, 11:09 AM
My new character's almost done. I just have to finish writing his backstory and the demo. I'll probably have him done by tomorrow.

Sounds great. Looking forward to seeing how the character will turn out.

So, in terms of the collab, this is the plotline I'm thinking we've got set up so far -correct me if I've fucked up anything:

First and foremost we need to somehow gain the trust and partnership of (possibly a job for Dante and/or Gramps).

Then, with that trust, we're going to solidify some good boy rep by apprehending/assassinating/dissolving Ava and Ricon's threat(Possibly a job for everybody, but most likely for Light, Gus, and Hunter's new character depending on who/what it is).

Finally, as icing on the cake, we plan to capture/persuade Ramos to stop his run and potentially procure something that could lead to medical advances(A job for Vamprina, Giselle, or anyone who wants to hop in on the fun).

All that sound about right?

devi
08-10-2017, 11:13 AM
Sounds good to me, but I think we should have Ramos before Ricon, because otherwise that whole part just looks completely irrelevant to the story. To be honest, if we don't do something where we get some sort of object from Ramos, there feels like theres little reason to even have him included in this specifically. If we can maybe get some sort of object that helps against Ricon, then I can say with confidence that he can fit in with the overall plan of our plan.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-10-2017, 11:26 AM
Sounds good to me, but I think we should have Ramos before Ricon, because otherwise that whole part just looks completely irrelevant to the story. To be honest, if we don't do something where we get some sort of object from Ramos, there feels like theres little reason to even have him included in this specifically. If we can maybe get some sort of object that helps against Ricon, then I can say with confidence that he can fit in with the overall plan of our plan.

That would make a lot more sense, yeah.

Cassandra
08-10-2017, 12:09 PM
Medical advances? Yes! Though Vamprina does not have too many good experiences with hospitals, she knows Dr. Crowe would appreciate it if she found something useful for him (he doesn't like diving into danger unless absolutely necessary).

On another note, who's Ramos and Ricon? It's probably written somewhere but I'm too lazy to try to dig for it XD

devi
08-10-2017, 12:32 PM
You lazy muppet


I gotchu, but first I'm finna get these targets up.



Name: "Ramos"
Race: Human. Hispanic.
Age: Early 20's
Height: 5 foot 3 inches.

Appearance: Ramos is a lean hispanic male with straight, jet black hair that comes down to his chin and black-brown eyes. His general wardrobe consists of shorts and tank tops, but his most consistent outfit is a pair of gold and blue gym shorts accompanied by a tank top of similar colors. On his back Ramos possesses a gold running backpack filled with unknown contents.

Personality:
Ramos only ever stops for specific people. Those he has spoken to have stated his personality as being impatient and extremely active, as though he is always being rushed and is always on a tight schedule. Those he's had less favorable encounters with consider him a coward of sorts, however, as the runner always takes off at the first sign of trouble. We know that he's a good salesman though. Most people he runs in to end up buying his master product without even knowing what it is, and then either refuse to disclose the contents of their deal or are unaware as to whether or not they have received it yet.

About:
Ramos is a travelling salesman often spotted in North America and Southeast Europe at varying times of throughout the year. He always appears for a specific person and will track down that person undeterred by even the most challenging obstacles. Ramos then proceeds to strike a deal with them, selling an unknown product that has often been described as "simply life-changing".

Abilities:

Unstoppable Force- So, the majority of Ramos' special abilities revolve around his ability to run. He can continue to run until what we can only assume is the end of time, never showing any signs of tiring or fatigue(no sweat, no stumbling, etc.). He's never been spotted stopping for even a split second to drink, rest, or even eat, and and sure as help won't stop for anyone looking to interrupt his route.

Slippery- For a guy who never sweats, Ramos can be pretty difficult to get your hands on. His parkour abilities are off the charts, he appears virtually immune(or at the very least aware) to any time-altering abilities and always escapes, and has an awe-inspiring reaction timing(is that the right term?)- able to shift course and make decisions without so much as a blink of the eye.

Misc.- Oh yeah, he's pretty fast. I mean, I knew kids faster than him in high school but the guy's quick.

Desired Outcome:
Captured. To be frank, I'm pretty Sencarn is just curious as to what it is this guy's peddling, but we'd also like to have the specifics of his abilites officially document. I theorize his stamina is the result of enhancement/augmentation, Giselle is convinced he's just not human, and the boss, as usual, suspects "foul play" of sorts when it comes to his deals. As you can probably gather, capturing this guy will be no small feat. That's why we're sending multiple of you. Best of luck.




Names: Ava & Ricon(Ree-Cone)
Races: Ava is an unknown entity while Ricon is a human(caucasian)
Ages: ?? & late 30s
Heights: 4 foot 11 inches and 5 foot 9 inches

Appearances:
Ava is a living, dense cloud of particles, floating about the earth alongside Ricon. Her body is a dark purple and relatively plump in appearance despite being virtually weightless and her hair matches in color, coming down to the tailbone in a rich streams(resembling dread locks, kind of?). Everything she creates is of the same substance/color.

Ricon is a relatively heavy-set man with a husky build and muscled arms. His bald head glistens in the suns and the tiny black shades practically glued to his pale, bulky dome are topped only by the denim jacket he wears. His body is covered in various tattoos and scars, though most are covered by the sleeveless t-shirt beneath that insufferable jacket of his. His pants are ripped on purpose, of course, and the chain that connects his back pocket to his front is purely for show. He wields both a modified skeet shotgun that shoots nails and sawn-off shotgun that releases conclusive blasts of air(more or less for creating distance or dealing non-lethal damage) rather than actual shrapnel.

Personalities:

While Ricon is typically more hot-headed and quick to cause trouble, Ava is a much more curious airhead. She doesn't really mind assisting Ricon in his criminal antics(as he's a close person to her), but is much more interesting in the wondrous and fantastical. She will kill if Ricon gives the order, and feels absolutely no remorse for doing so. She is, essentially, his willing puppet(though, to her, their bond is more of the family type deal). She can't speak, but is pretty good at expressing what she wants/needs/etc. via body(cloud?) language.

Ricon sees Ava as a loyal pet. Loves the dumb thing to death, but won't ever risk his life for hers and certainly doesn't have as much respect. That's not to say that he doesn't show her respect or appreciate her abilities, however. In fact, Ricon praises her work often and knows when to back off if he's being insensitive or stubborn. He's just not as emotionally attached as he is. To him, she's the prize for all his hard work to "raise" her. Ricon is a criminal first and foremost, always looking for the next big score or the last person to wrong him. He prefers brute force, bulky tactics, and in-your face combat.

About:
Ricon and Ava are a criminal pair frequently involved in petty crimes such as bank robberies, home invasion, and pretty much anything that involved hurting people and making money. Claiming to have "raised" the non-human entity, Ricon uses Ava for his own personal gain, while Ava genuinely enjoys Ricon's company. The two have been at large for awhile now, though hopefully we can finally get a pair as potentially dangerous as these two off the streets.

Abilities)

(Ava)Matter Shift- Ava can manipulate the matter in her body as she chooses, erecting spikes and various other augmentations from her body at will. If she tosses a chunk of her body elsewhere, she can manipulate that chunk as well. However, dispersing herself too much will result in death.

(Ava)Cloud Body- Ava is weightless. As such, she can float about and hover freely with little to no resistance(wind is her only issue). However, because of he body's constitution, Ava is extremely fragile. Simply waving away parts of her body or blasting her particles apart will kill her. Of course, that's only if you can hit her. If she happens to recollect parts of her body, she'll continue to live until you can destroy the whole thing.

(Ricon)Shotgun Happy- Ricon wields both a skeet shotgun that shoots nails and a sawn-off double barrel that blasts concussive air in a target direction(creating space or dealing minor damage) to keep Ava in check.

Desired Outcome:
Assassinated... at least in Ava's case. If the cloud girl were any smarter, her insane reach could turn her into a weapon of mass destruction. Your jobs are to stop her before she can become a serious threat. While Ricon could simply be subdued and presented to the proper authorities, we'd prefer the secret to Ava's origins remain a mystery to us all. They won't go down easily, but I'm confident you all should fine with such a this simple match up.




Name: Kari Nyugen
Race: Human. Asian.
Age: 32
Height: 5 foot 6 inches

Appearance:
A lithe woman with very little muscle, Kari Nyugen possesses almost-black eyes and auburn hair that hangs straight down to her collarbone. Very professional in appearance, she can often be found wearing designer dresses, shoes, and jewelry.

Personality:
Educated and well-spoken to the point she can shut down most arguments before they begin, Mrs. Nyugen is a currently preparing herself to run for a crucial political position. She is a very passionate woman with strong, moralistic values and an eye for problem solving. She cares for people and their plights, and will fight someone elsewhere battles if necessary. She is no fool, and is not easily persuaded.

About:
An aspiring government official, Kari Nyugen has taken it upon herself to rid the world of its many flaws. She's been known to take on monumental projects like combating world hunger or ending senseless wars, and is very popular among the people. Her most recent project, you might ask? Uprooting and disposing of terrorist cells, gangs, and corruption embedded in the nation... namely Sanctuary among others.

Ability)

Political influence- Even without holding an official position in government, Kari Nguyen's name holds a lot of weight. The public already adores her as is, so she's expected to move up soon.

Desired Outcome:
Recruited. While we don't necessarily want her shacking up with us here underground, it would make things much easier if her opinion of Sanctuary were to be swayed. Right now, we're nothing more than a bunch of terrorists and assassins in the public eye... that's going to have to change soon if we expect to get anywhere. I want you all to show her Sanctuary is more than a hut for mercenaries and killers.

IgnusBurns
08-10-2017, 12:39 PM
Devi with that helpful but slightly criticizing tone. I like it.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-10-2017, 12:59 PM
Oh Devi got it.

Cassandra
08-10-2017, 01:34 PM
You lazy muppet

Wha...hu...how did you know about my secret identity?!!! :O

XDHunterNest
08-12-2017, 04:07 PM
I wanted to finish my wRHG character yesterday, but school has made me so damn busy. I've got midterms and a crap ton of requirements to pass. Just thought you'd want to know or something. xD

Chromium7
08-12-2017, 04:19 PM
Focus on what's important.

Oster
08-14-2017, 07:11 PM
I'm kind of interested in that ACR, but can i ask for one even if I'm not a part of this clan?

Kamiroo Wolf
08-14-2017, 07:16 PM
I'm kind of interested in that ACR, but can i ask for one even if I'm not a part of this clan?

Yeah, of course. If you would like one just shoot me a pm and I'll get you one as soon as possible.

Oster
08-17-2017, 06:26 PM
Mission Accomplished. Target Neutralized. (CnC would be greatly appreciated)

“Rather cozy around here,” Erik Karver commented before taking a sip of hot coffee from his mug. His eyes wandered around the small shop, quaint and homey. Walls painted light brown and wooden furniture to match. Behind the counter was a lone employee currently rubbing the sand out of her eyes. Currently, there were no other patrons around save for Erik and the two people at the table with him. Considering it was still four-thirty in the morning that was not much of a surprise, for a small town around three hours from Sierra Pines.

“Yes, I quite like the atmosphere here. So what is it you wanted to discuss Erik?” The man, Jerome Silver, to the puppeteer’s left began. Short, slightly spiky, ashen gray hair covered his head, while two mismatched eyes, the left faded earthen brown while the right a muted jade, stared back at Erik. A solid black shirt was underneath an open brown coat, off-black jeans and boots of the same shade and a short sword hanging on his hip, finished his ensemble.

Meanwhile the woman beside him, Alrisha Zent, drank some of the tea from her cup. She looked around twenty-four but was actually in her late twenties, about the same age as Jerome; she had faintly pale skin and two-tone colored irises, the area around the pupil was a fiery red while the rest was a frosty blue. A white beret adorned her head and waist length light blue hair tied into two long tails, a white band wrapped around them around halfway. She wore an immaculately white jacket with dark blue frills at the ends, underneath she donned a sleeveless white shirt a single golden line running down the center. Rounding everything off was a long skirt reaching mid-calf, it was a three-tier skirt alternating between blue with white frills, white with blue frills. She gave the puppeteer a gentle smile as she waited for his response.

“About this,” The puppeteer took a white envelope from the bag beside his seat and handed it over to his boss, “I received this two days ago. This person, Sencarn, is asking me to hunt down the thing described in the letter. While I’m sure I could do it, I wanted your opinion first.”

The ashen-haired man nodded then quickly scanned the letter’s contents. “Hmm, it’s worrying that they seem to have a profile of your capabilities but this was likely to happen when I asked you to join the Gladiator circuit. As much as this Sanctuary group seems to have good intentions, I think we should be a bit cautious with this, I’ll handle this thing.”

“I think you mean we, right Dear?” Alrisha gave the man a glance as she rubbed the silver ring around her fourth finger.

“Ah, yes, Ali and I will take care of this, Erik you head home and rest, you have a battle coming up in a few days right?” The leader of the Menagerie corrected himself as a ray of light glinted off an identical ring.

“Well, it’s just a minor fight, should be over with quickly so I can help you two, but if you say so boss then I’ll abide,” the puppeteer nodded and chugged down the rest of his mug. He got up and after taking his bag left the couple, Jerome emptying his own cup of joe while Alrisha busied herself with the letter.

*~*~*~

Later that night a small beat-up automobile cruised down the desolate freeway. It was old and beat up, signs of it changing hands several times clearly visible, despite this the four-seater still had quite the life left in her. “I heard the stories and creepy pastas, but I never really expected this ‘Road Stalker’ to be anything more than some internet myth or conspiracy theory,” Ali spoke from behind the wheel.

“Every legend has a grain of truth in it somewhere, it just happened that this one happened to come in the form of a hulking monster,” the swordsman retorted while glancing at the dashboard clock, it read five minutes to one AM.

His fiancé giggled, “This feels kind of nostalgic, just you and me going off to fight some dangerous fiend.”

“Yeah, it was kind of a rough start after we left home…but we made it work someh-” He abruptly stopped and turned to his love. The two nodded as they simultaneously opened their doors and jumped out onto the asphalt, not long after a bestial roar filled the night.

From the couple’s view, the vehicle continued on its way now devoid of passengers when it suddenly careened to the side, launched into the air by what now stood on the roadway. A giant of a man, easily eight feet in height, its skin strangely colored a dull crimson. The Road Stalker lumbered towards the automobile wreckage, the two mercenaries approaching it silently.

Thankfully the full moon was out tonight giving good visibility to the two. Now that they were closer more discerning qualities of the monstrosity came to light, it was wearing a ragged pair of trousers, and its upper half was wrapped in some brown cloth like some effigy of clothing. Not only that multiple bone-like spikes jutted from its torso, as if that was not enough the head belonged more to a beast than man, the lower jaw protruding outward likely to make room for the two massive tusks that extended upward akin to a wild boar. Most worrying was the two blades in the beast’s hands, they looked like two oversized meat cleavers yet the jagged edges on top of them seemed to suggest the once longer blades had violently snapped off some time ago. The Stalker eyed the wreckage, sniffing around looking for its next meal. Not having found anything, it growled angrily before it began to assault the vehicle carcass, its blades easily digging into the metal, destroying it even further.

The two mercenaries inched closer silently, Jerome pulling out his short sword while Alrisha took stock of her arsenal, two semi-automatic CZ 75B pistols, a Model 625 revolver, and her trusty longsword. She took a pistol in each hand when the beast’s thrashing stopped, her heart nearly stopped when it slowly turned to face them with its bloodshot eyes. A blood-curdling scream bellowed out before the Road Stalker began charging at the two mercenaries.

Jerome wasted no time leaping forward positioning himself between the Stalker and Ali. The moment he landed his brown left eye began to glow with energy, a network of charms and enchantments made their presence known looking like luminescent brown circuit board across his entire body; he felt slower but also aware of the massive boost to his strength and defense. The final change was his weapon, gone was the one-handed short sword instead replaced with a massive zwei-hander as big as the man holding it. From her position behind her love, Ali began unloading bullet after 9 mm bullet at the giant, her extensive training combined with her target’s size meant nearly all the projectiles found their mark on the Road Stalker’s body yet the beast powered through the barrage appearing no worse for wear.

Having closed the distance, The Stalker raised its left blade for an overhead slash, the mercenary swordsman smiled and swung to meet the blade head on. The two blows clashed stopping the other in its tracks, the behemoth’s eyes widened surprised that his prey stopped his attack. It roared and raised his right to swing only to be stopped when pain flared in his side. Ali nodded when the giant reacted to the six hollow point rounds she fired. She began to reload the revolver as the beast changed targets and turned to her.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Jerome shouted as he swung at the distracted Stalker, while it was fast in a straight line, maneuverability was not its strong suit. The blow opened a medium sized cut in the beast’s side. It screeched in anger, refocusing its attention on the swordsman. This exchange went on, Jerome distracting the beast, matching its strength blow for blow, while Alrisha slowly whittled it down from range, should the beast attention shift the swordsman took the opportunity to wound the Road Stalker, bringing its attention back.

The Stalker howled in annoyance, blood leaking from the multiple wounds on his muscular form along with several bony protrusions broken, it lowered itself in preparation for a powerful leap away from the two mercenaries, survival instincts telling it to get away from this losing battle.

“Ali!” The swordsman called. The gunslinger was already moving; she reached for a metal sphere on her waist. It was small enough to comfortably fit in one’s palm, bronze-colored save for three white rectangles evenly spaced horizontally around the sphere’s center. At its top, a single button, beside it was a small dial, three colored indicators placed around the dial, red, blue and white respectively. Ali moved the dial indicator pointing towards the blue option, the rectangles changing to the appropriate color.

“Frozen Metropolis,” Ali announced as she pressed the button just as the behemoth lifted off. For a second space around them twisted in on itself before her vision was covered by a white blizzard. Soon the snow storm abated, Jerome was still standing a ways away from her, the giant however was nowhere to be seen. The gunslinger returned the sphere to its place on her hip, the three rectangles now releasing an azure glow. The Phantasm Engine did its job wonderfully as it always did. The scenery had changed from an abandoned roadway in the middle of the night to a sprawling cityscape in the middle of daylight, except each and every aspect of it looked to be carved from massive chunks of opaque ice.

Jerome marveled at the frozen urban wonderland, no matter how many times he’d seen it, Ali’s “Frozen Metropolis” had a timeless beauty to it, the way the light glinted off the icy structures, the sheer craftsmanship clearly evident in each aspect. He tore his eyes from the frosty marvel to gaze on his fiancé; she looked no worse for wear, if slightly winded. What did change was a pair of transparent angelic wings now attached to her back, a visual clue to her ancestry, just too bad she was unable to fly with those.

“Same plan as before?” Ali asked while reloading her revolver with normal ammunition.

“Yes, lucky for us it’s driven not by Intelligence but by the desire to feed.” Jerome hefted his massive blade onto his shoulders and began walking.

It took less than thirty minutes to find the spot where the Road Stalker had landed, the area completely decimated, chunks of ice scattered everywhere, the glacial architecture all but ruined. From there it was a simple matter of following the trail of destruction. Coming upon a four-way intersection the two mercenaries found the beast currently bashing in a four story commercial building. Jerome had hunted many beasts before, large and small, ordinary to mythical, and to him this behemoth was panicking, panicking big time. It was likely spooked at the abrupt change of scenery, not to mention the likely nocturnal creature being caught in broad daylight.

The swordsman stepped forward again positioning himself to act as a meat shield. He let out a worry as loud as he could, The Stalker froze and turned and rebutted with a bestial roar of its own, again speeding towards the couple and for a second time, Jerome and the Stalker stopped the other’s first strike cold. Alrisha wasted no time and took aim and fired twice as if she was a cowboy straight out the old Wild West. The bullets found their mark, the Stalker’s two eyeballs. The beast staggered back and released a pained howl as it seemed to cry tears of blood.

Even with both its eyes shot out, The Road Stalker trudged forward its other senses sharp enough to compensate. The giant strode forward swinging with wild abandon, Jerome blocked the strikes all the same while getting peppered with shards of ice when the Stalkers attacks went wide and struck the buildings beside them; Ali tried to damage the Stalker but it merely shrugged off the hits it was taking from standard ammunition, so instead she began firing icicles at the beast, they seemed to have a moderate effect, some digging into the flesh but the monster was still going strong despite its injuries.

The beast raised both of its blades high, Jerome instead of blocking chose to back step out of reach of the vertical strike that was his mistake. The blow came down hard on the ground, so hard the tremors radiated outward destabilizing the two mercenaries footing. Sensing the break in its prey’s assault the Road Stalker swung its jagged cleaver right into Jerome, flinging the swordsman into a nearby building. The Stalker breathed in and catching the scent of its other target ahead of him charged.

Seeing her love get batted away like a rag doll made Alrisha freeze in panic, her immediate response was to rush to his side but the thundering footsteps of the very beast who struck him drew closer and closer. She only had time for one move, her guns were pretty much ineffective now reduced to typical ammunition, she could try and fight it in melee range but she was not as hardy as Jerome, one mistake and she was done for. So she used the only thing she had left. The mercenary moved her hands, a shield of ice forming in front of her. Except this was not normal ice, instead of frosty white it was jet black, appropriately called Black Ice, it was a much stronger variant of Ali’s usual frost but it drained her much quicker.

The hulking mass of flesh collided with the darkened frost; while the shield did not break it was launched back colliding with its creator, sending them both down the street with the Stalker following close behind. Ali dispelled the shield and hacked up a ball of blood, her back flat on the ground. She could feel the giant’s footsteps shaking the ground, at the speed it was going the behemoth would be on top of her in a second. Reacting as fast as she could, she covered herself with a dome of Black Ice.

The Stalker approached the dark dome drawn by the sound of its creation then brought down its two cleavers onto the barrier with all its strength. A web of cracks exploded from the point of impact. The beast tried again, this time shattering the icy dome in impact only to find a second smaller version inside. The behemoth growled in annoyance and once again smashed its blades down, the ice creaked as cracks ran through the surface. The smell of blood wafted through the cracks almost immediately entering the Stalkers nostrils. The beast began drooling at the prospect of its future meal and again attacked the protective wall of ice. It shattered apart like its predecessor revealing a surprised Alrisha, shocked that her Black Ice was so quickly destroyed. The Stalker smiled sensing the end to its hunt. It swung its left blade, ready to cleave the woman in half and gorge on her flesh when that very blade clattered to the ground along with the beast’s entire left arm.

The Stalker howled in pain dropping the other blade and clutched the remaining stump. Alrisha turned to see her love beside her, blade ready to swing and a large gash in his side. Without exchanging a word the ice user slammed her palm into the ground tendrils of Black Ice snaking their way under the Road Stalkers feet. Not a moment later, large spikes of ice shot out impaling the Stalkers legs and rendering it immobile. Following up Jerome rushed forward jumping high to deliver a powerful dropkick to the creature’s chest, sending it toppling to the ground. Again black tendrils snaked across the ground this time erupting beneath the Stalker’s shoulders and remaining arm, effectively pinning it to the ground. Jerome walked towards the beast’s head, despite its current state the giant still snarling in defiance trying to free itself.

“The bigger they are, the harder they fall,” Jerome muttered the phrase under his breath. With a deep breath, he raised his zwei-hander over his head and, with a wet thump, severed the Road Stalker’s boar-like head from its massive body. With that problem finished he walked over to his fiancé,

“You alright Ali?” He asked gently wrapping his arms around her.

“Yeah, a few bruised ribs and pain in my left arm,” she responded and returned the hug. She reached for the Phantasm Engine and pressed the button atop the metal sphere again. Once more the world went white before instantly returning to the roadside area they were previously, it was still night, the car wreckage was still around, as was the carcass of the Stalker only now without the frost spikes holding it down. “More importantly, how are you? That gash looks bad.”

Jerome separated from her; he moved his hand down to his side. True the wound was rather deep, but nothing life threatening on its own, he was still surprised that he sustained an injury even with his defenses boosted sky-high, truly a testament to how physically strong this monster was. “I’ll live, now the important question is what do we do with that,” he pointed a thumb to the giant corpse next to the highway.

“It has to be disposed of,” Ali curtly replied, “you and I both know the dangers people can pull off even with a measly corpse but I’m at my limit I can’t use my fire to burn it,” she lowered herself onto the ground, chest heaving as she said that last part.

“Don’t worry I have a plan,” He said as the glow in his brown eye faded, the marks and great-sword disappearing as well. He moved a few steps away thus “Hello Charlie, it’s Jerome...yes, yes I know it’s two in the damn morning, look I need a favor, head over to highway 58 and bring a few gallons of gasoline too.”

At that point, Ali stopped bothering to pay attention to the conversation and contented herself at looking up at the shining full moon.

~*~*~*~

chuckster said: dont forget the road stalker that ones pretty scary.

BBcap017 said: yeah, i agree.

DaDok said: Speaking of which, I haven’t heard any news about the Road Stalker in a while.

Sandee said: the last thing I remember was about a month ago.

BlstD said: maybe its hibernating?

BBcap017 said: ^do you think it’s a bear or something?

BlstD said: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Minow579 said: Actually there was another incident, though this one didn’t make headlines. On High way 58, they found a wrecked car and the road close to it was really cracked, though they didn’t find any body, hell there wasn’t any blood on the scene, just a large piece of blackened earth, the car wreck was charred as well.

James Velasquez said: ^Whoa, who are you, some CIA agent, huh?

Minow579 said: No, I just have a good friend on the force.

BlstD said: KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!!!

BBcap017 said: hehe

Sandee said: wait was that serious? I mean it’s just an urban legend right?

Minow579 said: Maybe you’re right, better let it remain as just another urban legend.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-19-2017, 07:18 PM
Mission Accomplished. Target Neutralized. (CnC would be greatly appreciated)

“Rather cozy around here,” Erik Karver commented before taking a sip of hot coffee from his mug. His eyes wandered around the small shop, quaint and homey. Walls painted light brown and wooden furniture to match. Behind the counter was a lone employee currently rubbing the sand out of her eyes. Currently, there were no other patrons around save for Erik and the two people at the table with him. Considering it was still four-thirty in the morning that was not much of a surprise, for a small town around three hours from Sierra Pines.

“Yes, I quite like the atmosphere here. So what is it you wanted to discuss Erik?” The man, Jerome Silver, to the puppeteer’s left began. Short, slightly spiky, ashen gray hair covered his head, while two mismatched eyes, the left faded earthen brown while the right a muted jade, stared back at Erik. A solid black shirt was underneath an open brown coat, off-black jeans and boots of the same shade and a short sword hanging on his hip, finished his ensemble.

Meanwhile the woman beside him, Alrisha Zent, drank some of the tea from her cup. She looked around twenty-four but was actually in her late twenties, about the same age as Jerome; she had faintly pale skin and two-tone colored irises, the area around the pupil was a fiery red while the rest was a frosty blue. A white beret adorned her head and waist length light blue hair tied into two long tails, a white band wrapped around them around halfway. She wore an immaculately white jacket with dark blue frills at the ends, underneath she donned a sleeveless white shirt a single golden line running down the center. Rounding everything off was a long skirt reaching mid-calf, it was a three-tier skirt alternating between blue with white frills, white with blue frills. She gave the puppeteer a gentle smile as she waited for his response.

“About this,” The puppeteer took a white envelope from the bag beside his seat and handed it over to his boss, “I received this two days ago. This person, Sencarn, is asking me to hunt down the thing described in the letter. While I’m sure I could do it, I wanted your opinion first.”

The ashen-haired man nodded then quickly scanned the letter’s contents. “Hmm, it’s worrying that they seem to have a profile of your capabilities but this was likely to happen when I asked you to join the Gladiator circuit. As much as this Sanctuary group seems to have good intentions, I think we should be a bit cautious with this, I’ll handle this thing.”

“I think you mean we, right Dear?” Alrisha gave the man a glance as she rubbed the silver ring around her fourth finger.

“Ah, yes, Ali and I will take care of this, Erik you head home and rest, you have a battle coming up in a few days right?” The leader of the Menagerie corrected himself as a ray of light glinted off an identical ring.

“Well, it’s just a minor fight, should be over with quickly so I can help you two, but if you say so boss then I’ll abide,” the puppeteer nodded and chugged down the rest of his mug. He got up and after taking his bag left the couple, Jerome emptying his own cup of joe while Alrisha busied herself with the letter.

*~*~*~

Later that night a small beat-up automobile cruised down the desolate freeway. It was old and beat up, signs of it changing hands several times clearly visible, despite this the four-seater still had quite the life left in her. “I heard the stories and creepy pastas, but I never really expected this ‘Road Stalker’ to be anything more than some internet myth or conspiracy theory,” Ali spoke from behind the wheel.

“Every legend has a grain of truth in it somewhere, it just happened that this one happened to come in the form of a hulking monster,” the swordsman retorted while glancing at the dashboard clock, it read five minutes to one AM.

His fiancé giggled, “This feels kind of nostalgic, just you and me going off to fight some dangerous fiend.”

“Yeah, it was kind of a rough start after we left home…but we made it work someh-” He abruptly stopped and turned to his love. The two nodded as they simultaneously opened their doors and jumped out onto the asphalt, not long after a bestial roar filled the night.

From the couple’s view, the vehicle continued on its way now devoid of passengers when it suddenly careened to the side, launched into the air by what now stood on the roadway. A giant of a man, easily eight feet in height, its skin strangely colored a dull crimson. The Road Stalker lumbered towards the automobile wreckage, the two mercenaries approaching it silently.

Thankfully the full moon was out tonight giving good visibility to the two. Now that they were closer more discerning qualities of the monstrosity came to light, it was wearing a ragged pair of trousers, and its upper half was wrapped in some brown cloth like some effigy of clothing. Not only that multiple bone-like spikes jutted from its torso, as if that was not enough the head belonged more to a beast than man, the lower jaw protruding outward likely to make room for the two massive tusks that extended upward akin to a wild boar. Most worrying was the two blades in the beast’s hands, they looked like two oversized meat cleavers yet the jagged edges on top of them seemed to suggest the once longer blades had violently snapped off some time ago. The Stalker eyed the wreckage, sniffing around looking for its next meal. Not having found anything, it growled angrily before it began to assault the vehicle carcass, its blades easily digging into the metal, destroying it even further.

The two mercenaries inched closer silently, Jerome pulling out his short sword while Alrisha took stock of her arsenal, two semi-automatic CZ 75B pistols, a Model 625 revolver, and her trusty longsword. She took a pistol in each hand when the beast’s thrashing stopped, her heart nearly stopped when it slowly turned to face them with its bloodshot eyes. A blood-curdling scream bellowed out before the Road Stalker began charging at the two mercenaries.

Jerome wasted no time leaping forward positioning himself between the Stalker and Ali. The moment he landed his brown left eye began to glow with energy, a network of charms and enchantments made their presence known looking like luminescent brown circuit board across his entire body; he felt slower but also aware of the massive boost to his strength and defense. The final change was his weapon, gone was the one-handed short sword instead replaced with a massive zwei-hander as big as the man holding it. From her position behind her love, Ali began unloading bullet after 9 mm bullet at the giant, her extensive training combined with her target’s size meant nearly all the projectiles found their mark on the Road Stalker’s body yet the beast powered through the barrage appearing no worse for wear.

Having closed the distance, The Stalker raised its left blade for an overhead slash, the mercenary swordsman smiled and swung to meet the blade head on. The two blows clashed stopping the other in its tracks, the behemoth’s eyes widened surprised that his prey stopped his attack. It roared and raised his right to swing only to be stopped when pain flared in his side. Ali nodded when the giant reacted to the six hollow point rounds she fired. She began to reload the revolver as the beast changed targets and turned to her.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Jerome shouted as he swung at the distracted Stalker, while it was fast in a straight line, maneuverability was not its strong suit. The blow opened a medium sized cut in the beast’s side. It screeched in anger, refocusing its attention on the swordsman. This exchange went on, Jerome distracting the beast, matching its strength blow for blow, while Alrisha slowly whittled it down from range, should the beast attention shift the swordsman took the opportunity to wound the Road Stalker, bringing its attention back.

The Stalker howled in annoyance, blood leaking from the multiple wounds on his muscular form along with several bony protrusions broken, it lowered itself in preparation for a powerful leap away from the two mercenaries, survival instincts telling it to get away from this losing battle.

“Ali!” The swordsman called. The gunslinger was already moving; she reached for a metal sphere on her waist. It was small enough to comfortably fit in one’s palm, bronze-colored save for three white rectangles evenly spaced horizontally around the sphere’s center. At its top, a single button, beside it was a small dial, three colored indicators placed around the dial, red, blue and white respectively. Ali moved the dial indicator pointing towards the blue option, the rectangles changing to the appropriate color.

“Frozen Metropolis,” Ali announced as she pressed the button just as the behemoth lifted off. For a second space around them twisted in on itself before her vision was covered by a white blizzard. Soon the snow storm abated, Jerome was still standing a ways away from her, the giant however was nowhere to be seen. The gunslinger returned the sphere to its place on her hip, the three rectangles now releasing an azure glow. The Phantasm Engine did its job wonderfully as it always did. The scenery had changed from an abandoned roadway in the middle of the night to a sprawling cityscape in the middle of daylight, except each and every aspect of it looked to be carved from massive chunks of opaque ice.

Jerome marveled at the frozen urban wonderland, no matter how many times he’d seen it, Ali’s “Frozen Metropolis” had a timeless beauty to it, the way the light glinted off the icy structures, the sheer craftsmanship clearly evident in each aspect. He tore his eyes from the frosty marvel to gaze on his fiancé; she looked no worse for wear, if slightly winded. What did change was a pair of transparent angelic wings now attached to her back, a visual clue to her ancestry, just too bad she was unable to fly with those.

“Same plan as before?” Ali asked while reloading her revolver with normal ammunition.

“Yes, lucky for us it’s driven not by Intelligence but by the desire to feed.” Jerome hefted his massive blade onto his shoulders and began walking.

It took less than thirty minutes to find the spot where the Road Stalker had landed, the area completely decimated, chunks of ice scattered everywhere, the glacial architecture all but ruined. From there it was a simple matter of following the trail of destruction. Coming upon a four-way intersection the two mercenaries found the beast currently bashing in a four story commercial building. Jerome had hunted many beasts before, large and small, ordinary to mythical, and to him this behemoth was panicking, panicking big time. It was likely spooked at the abrupt change of scenery, not to mention the likely nocturnal creature being caught in broad daylight.

The swordsman stepped forward again positioning himself to act as a meat shield. He let out a worry as loud as he could, The Stalker froze and turned and rebutted with a bestial roar of its own, again speeding towards the couple and for a second time, Jerome and the Stalker stopped the other’s first strike cold. Alrisha wasted no time and took aim and fired twice as if she was a cowboy straight out the old Wild West. The bullets found their mark, the Stalker’s two eyeballs. The beast staggered back and released a pained howl as it seemed to cry tears of blood.

Even with both its eyes shot out, The Road Stalker trudged forward its other senses sharp enough to compensate. The giant strode forward swinging with wild abandon, Jerome blocked the strikes all the same while getting peppered with shards of ice when the Stalkers attacks went wide and struck the buildings beside them; Ali tried to damage the Stalker but it merely shrugged off the hits it was taking from standard ammunition, so instead she began firing icicles at the beast, they seemed to have a moderate effect, some digging into the flesh but the monster was still going strong despite its injuries.

The beast raised both of its blades high, Jerome instead of blocking chose to back step out of reach of the vertical strike that was his mistake. The blow came down hard on the ground, so hard the tremors radiated outward destabilizing the two mercenaries footing. Sensing the break in its prey’s assault the Road Stalker swung its jagged cleaver right into Jerome, flinging the swordsman into a nearby building. The Stalker breathed in and catching the scent of its other target ahead of him charged.

Seeing her love get batted away like a rag doll made Alrisha freeze in panic, her immediate response was to rush to his side but the thundering footsteps of the very beast who struck him drew closer and closer. She only had time for one move, her guns were pretty much ineffective now reduced to typical ammunition, she could try and fight it in melee range but she was not as hardy as Jerome, one mistake and she was done for. So she used the only thing she had left. The mercenary moved her hands, a shield of ice forming in front of her. Except this was not normal ice, instead of frosty white it was jet black, appropriately called Black Ice, it was a much stronger variant of Ali’s usual frost but it drained her much quicker.

The hulking mass of flesh collided with the darkened frost; while the shield did not break it was launched back colliding with its creator, sending them both down the street with the Stalker following close behind. Ali dispelled the shield and hacked up a ball of blood, her back flat on the ground. She could feel the giant’s footsteps shaking the ground, at the speed it was going the behemoth would be on top of her in a second. Reacting as fast as she could, she covered herself with a dome of Black Ice.

The Stalker approached the dark dome drawn by the sound of its creation then brought down its two cleavers onto the barrier with all its strength. A web of cracks exploded from the point of impact. The beast tried again, this time shattering the icy dome in impact only to find a second smaller version inside. The behemoth growled in annoyance and once again smashed its blades down, the ice creaked as cracks ran through the surface. The smell of blood wafted through the cracks almost immediately entering the Stalkers nostrils. The beast began drooling at the prospect of its future meal and again attacked the protective wall of ice. It shattered apart like its predecessor revealing a surprised Alrisha, shocked that her Black Ice was so quickly destroyed. The Stalker smiled sensing the end to its hunt. It swung its left blade, ready to cleave the woman in half and gorge on her flesh when that very blade clattered to the ground along with the beast’s entire left arm.

The Stalker howled in pain dropping the other blade and clutched the remaining stump. Alrisha turned to see her love beside her, blade ready to swing and a large gash in his side. Without exchanging a word the ice user slammed her palm into the ground tendrils of Black Ice snaking their way under the Road Stalkers feet. Not a moment later, large spikes of ice shot out impaling the Stalkers legs and rendering it immobile. Following up Jerome rushed forward jumping high to deliver a powerful dropkick to the creature’s chest, sending it toppling to the ground. Again black tendrils snaked across the ground this time erupting beneath the Stalker’s shoulders and remaining arm, effectively pinning it to the ground. Jerome walked towards the beast’s head, despite its current state the giant still snarling in defiance trying to free itself.

“The bigger they are, the harder they fall,” Jerome muttered the phrase under his breath. With a deep breath, he raised his zwei-hander over his head and, with a wet thump, severed the Road Stalker’s boar-like head from its massive body. With that problem finished he walked over to his fiancé,

“You alright Ali?” He asked gently wrapping his arms around her.

“Yeah, a few bruised ribs and pain in my left arm,” she responded and returned the hug. She reached for the Phantasm Engine and pressed the button atop the metal sphere again. Once more the world went white before instantly returning to the roadside area they were previously, it was still night, the car wreckage was still around, as was the carcass of the Stalker only now without the frost spikes holding it down. “More importantly, how are you? That gash looks bad.”

Jerome separated from her; he moved his hand down to his side. True the wound was rather deep, but nothing life threatening on its own, he was still surprised that he sustained an injury even with his defenses boosted sky-high, truly a testament to how physically strong this monster was. “I’ll live, now the important question is what do we do with that,” he pointed a thumb to the giant corpse next to the highway.

“It has to be disposed of,” Ali curtly replied, “you and I both know the dangers people can pull off even with a measly corpse but I’m at my limit I can’t use my fire to burn it,” she lowered herself onto the ground, chest heaving as she said that last part.

“Don’t worry I have a plan,” He said as the glow in his brown eye faded, the marks and great-sword disappearing as well. He moved a few steps away thus “Hello Charlie, it’s Jerome...yes, yes I know it’s two in the damn morning, look I need a favor, head over to highway 58 and bring a few gallons of gasoline too.”

At that point, Ali stopped bothering to pay attention to the conversation and contented herself at looking up at the shining full moon.

~*~*~*~

chuckster said: dont forget the road stalker that ones pretty scary.

BBcap017 said: yeah, i agree.

DaDok said: Speaking of which, I haven’t heard any news about the Road Stalker in a while.

Sandee said: the last thing I remember was about a month ago.

BlstD said: maybe its hibernating?

BBcap017 said: ^do you think it’s a bear or something?

BlstD said: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Minow579 said: Actually there was another incident, though this one didn’t make headlines. On High way 58, they found a wrecked car and the road close to it was really cracked, though they didn’t find any body, hell there wasn’t any blood on the scene, just a large piece of blackened earth, the car wreck was charred as well.

James Velasquez said: ^Whoa, who are you, some CIA agent, huh?

Minow579 said: No, I just have a good friend on the force.

BlstD said: KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!!!

BBcap017 said: hehe

Sandee said: wait was that serious? I mean it’s just an urban legend right?

Minow579 said: Maybe you’re right, better let it remain as just another urban legend.

Aye, a good read! There were some parts where your word choice was iffy(if I can find where, there was a time or two where you used the same word twice in a single sentence) at times that made a few sentences awkward, but overall a pretty goods story!

Might that ending be a Durarara reference, by any chance? Just curious.

If you ever want another, just lemme know(adding to main page now).

Edit: Holy shit we finally hit the word limit. May have to take crank up on that OP extension offer

Chromium7
08-20-2017, 06:57 AM
Hey guys. Just letting y'all know, I'm working out Halle's origin story and demo for posting in the Character Registry sometime this month into next month. Kamiroo, since there wasn't any sort of prearranged backstory for Halle in the ACR contract I got, I've been piecing her history together on my own, and the pieced-together version of the character is going to be the one I run with moving forward. That said, if there were any details you wanted to include, or put under consideration, especially related to how she got her powers, I can gladly key you in on this.

Skimmed through Oster's ACR before making this post, but I haven't properly read it yet. Good job on doing one though, and to everyone else who's done them because I'm not positive I've read through and commented on everyone's!

Also... damn. We don't even have the profiles for the ACRs up on the first page, but we've already hit the post limit? Looking forward to that collab. And those profiles. ;)

Kamiroo Wolf
08-20-2017, 12:39 PM
Hey guys. Just letting y'all know, I'm working out Halle's origin story and demo for posting in the Character Registry sometime this month into next month. Kamiroo, since there wasn't any sort of prearranged backstory for Halle in the ACR contract I got, I've been piecing her history together on my own, and the pieced-together version of the character is going to be the one I run with moving forward. That said, if there were any details you wanted to include, or put under consideration, especially related to how she got her powers, I can gladly key you in on this.

Skimmed through Oster's ACR before making this post, but I haven't properly read it yet. Good job on doing one though, and to everyone else who's done them because I'm not positive I've read through and commented on everyone's!

Also... damn. We don't even have the profiles for the ACRs up on the first page, but we've already hit the post limit? Looking forward to that collab. And those profiles. ;)

Speaking of the collab, we're just waiting on Hunter's new gladiator to get started, right? If not, then lemme know.


I'm trying to decide what I want to do with the ACRs moving forward. What do y'all think of giving them their own thread(still regulated by Sanctuary, just on a different page) and saving space here? Plus on that thread I could probably have the stories and profiles up at the same time.

Oster
08-20-2017, 07:03 PM
That'd be a cool thread to see, Oh and to answer you question Kami, It's a secret, hehe. (Though seriously I didn't even notice that it looked like a Durarara reference, huh pretty cool.)

And thank's for the compliment and CnC, I may pick up a few more contracts in the future when I'm free.

XDHunterNest
08-21-2017, 05:50 PM
I didn't know you guys were waiting for me! Oh my, I'm so sorry. I've finished my midterms and school requirements so I have a ton of free time. I'm going to finish my wRHG by the end of the day.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-21-2017, 11:41 PM
I didn't know you guys were waiting for me! Oh my, I'm so sorry. I've finished my midterms and school requirements so I have a ton of free time. I'm going to finish my wRHG by the end of the day.

No problem, and I appreciate you getting your character up!

So, when do y'all wanna get this collab started?

Chromium7
08-22-2017, 04:14 AM
No problem, and I appreciate you getting your character up!

So, when do y'all wanna get this collab started?

I could set us up with a Google doc in a couple of hours or so?

Kamiroo Wolf
08-22-2017, 04:01 PM
I could set us up with a Google doc in a couple of hours or so?

That sounds great, Chrome. Thanks in advance.

Chromium7
08-22-2017, 06:52 PM
Sent the link out to Kamiroo Wolf, Devi, and Cassandra. Hunter's inbox was full so I can't PM him a link until he clears that out. I'd rather we didn't make the link public as anyone with the link will get editing privileges, plus it'll spoil the surprise, hence why I'm not just posting the link here and now.

devi
08-22-2017, 06:57 PM
You guys get started on it, I'm in school right now, but I'll get to work as soon as I'm done.

Chromium7
08-22-2017, 07:18 PM
You guys get started on

no.

Kamiroo Wolf
08-22-2017, 08:12 PM
You guys get started on it, I'm in school right now, but I'll get to work as soon as I'm done.

This ain't what we agreed on you fuck.

No, but seriously, you shouldn't have anything to worry about as I'm sure Dante(and possibly Gramps) is handling the first part.

devi
08-23-2017, 06:59 AM
Okay so I wrote a bit of an outline, get your fat asses either discussing here, on the google doc, or we're making something like a discord server.

And stay your fucking color.

Cassandra
08-23-2017, 08:23 AM
I'm so sorry if I'm being rude or anything, but yellow on a white background? If I'm allowed to make a color suggestion for myself, may I please be purple?

I could stay yellow if you all want me to though; it's just that yellow against white is hard on the eyes. :P

Kamiroo Wolf
08-23-2017, 01:27 PM
I'm so sorry if I'm being rude or anything, but yellow on a white background? If I'm allowed to make a color suggestion for myself, may I please be purple?

I could stay yellow if you all want me to though; it's just that yellow against white is hard on the eyes. :P

Do whatchu gotta do, it's no worries.

Also, just remembered I can't use Google Docs on this device.

I'll be using my phone for this collab, then(or at the very least a notepad app). I'll try to keep errors to a minimum .-.

Chromium7
08-23-2017, 02:28 PM
Changed Cassandra's font color to "Yellow" for the drafting stage. That way it's still yellow if you think about it hard enough. Hunter, your inbox is still full, tried to send you the link again today and it didn't go through. But it's only been like a day so.. lol.

XDHunterNest
08-23-2017, 05:03 PM
Changed Cassandra's font color to "Yellow" for the drafting stage. That way it's still yellow if you think about it hard enough. Hunter, your inbox is still full, tried to send you the link again today and it didn't go through. But it's only been like a day so.. lol.
My inbox is cleaned now. xD Sorry.

Chromium7
08-23-2017, 09:19 PM
Link sent, & Kamiroo you're up

Kamiroo Wolf
09-05-2017, 09:46 PM
Wubba lubba drink the pain away @_@

Update:
-ACRs got their own thread (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?103855-ACR-Contracts-Main-Thread&p=1483588#post1483588). Currently missing all your stories but I should get them up there before tomorrow is over. Sorry if it feels rushed, I've just had a serious lack of sleep for the last day or two and underestimated the move.

-Didn't get to the in-depth description of Sanctuary facilities as promised. Should also be done by tomorrow.

Crank
10-07-2017, 09:39 PM
How goes thoughs facilities? Just curious since Sanctuary probably hates Serif less than everyone else

Also, the broken Delta link is stressing me out

Kamiroo Wolf
10-07-2017, 10:06 PM
How goes thoughs facilities? Just curious since Sanctuary probably hates Serif less than everyone else

Also, the broken Delta link is stressing me out

Fixed it, thanks.

Am lazy. On it now

Update)

-Sanctuary's interior has been updated. More in depth description of how the base looks and is set up.
-Dante's link removed. He's still there though.

Chromium7
10-20-2017, 10:04 AM
wrote 3 paragraphs in the wrong tense
let's fuckin get it lads
turn up
almost there

W E W

Kamiroo Wolf
10-20-2017, 10:30 AM
Sanctuary Revision coming soon depending on who the fuck we still have in these forums.