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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 19, 2007 22:51:07 GMT -5
It was a place with no name, but plenty of identity. Overnight it had been erected by the hard labor of dozens of superpowered beings, who had then sold spots to businesspeople, and donated the money to charity.
Now it stood, a gleaming modern structure almost the size of a small city. Blue, glassy spires stretched skywards, as massive columns of a similar material formed an unbreakable foundation on the ocean floor. The giant building had become a mall of the grandest sort, millions of people flocking into it within days.
It was located just off of the coast of Japan, maybe a two hour ride by ferry boat from Tokyo.
Natalie Ulima sat in a metal chair sculpted elegantly by one of her peers, watching people mill about. She got a feeling that something was brewing, somewhere, but she couldn't be sure of it. She leaned forward, and took a nacho from her paper plate. She might have been in Japan, but she felt like ordering Mexican. -------- Meanwhile, in a darker section of the mall, a meeting was going on. It was one of those back passageways, a shadow in a dreamland, a place where one could get only totally by accident, or totally on purpose. To outsiders, it looked like a group of security guards discussing Osaka's recent performance in baseball, but the reality was different.
George Buckland awaited behind the curtain of illusion. The Obsidian Hearts had tried to reach every single potential member that they could within the past week, and certainly were expecting many to show up here, looking for him. His organization had a high mortality rate, with the arms trade, genetic engineering of living superweapons, and theft of the technology of superior races. He needed to fill the ranks again.
OOC: So, Natalie= one of the heads of the main "good" alliance. George=head of a slightly evil, very illegal organization that deals in the arms trade.
And they're connected somehow, though that's yet to be revealed.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 19, 2007 22:54:35 GMT -5
Ender walked in and took the chair across from Nat. OOC: Two social topics at the same time? BIC: "Heya Nat," he said with a smile. Without asking he proceeded to take a nacho from her plate.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 19, 2007 22:59:34 GMT -5
OOC - Are characters allowed to appear here while they're also out in obviously active RPs?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 19, 2007 23:11:53 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, you can be in here and in other topics at the same time. And this different from the other social. This is our ORP "tavern" topic, for organizing teams, quests, and so forth.
BIC: "Hey! That one had all the cheese!" Nat shouted, attempting a grab for it before Ender ate it. However, she met with little success, and a significant ammount of stares from the crowd. Shouting about cheese did not scream normalcy.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 20, 2007 1:55:05 GMT -5
"And why do you think I took it?" Ender smiled mischievously. The second cheesiest nacho floated up into the air and into the psionic's hand. He brought the chip closer to his mouth, watching as Nat was getting worked up again, and right at the last second, flicked it into her face.
OOC: yeah, I know, stickying.
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Post by kazkame on Jul 24, 2007 19:14:57 GMT -5
Jason and Shant sat in front of the Orange Julius sipping on their two dollar drinks. "wow, this is the life", said jason eyeing the drink as if where a golden goose. *slurp* " yeah its is", laughed Shant as he watched jason squirm from his brain freeze.
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Post by Loogs on Jul 27, 2007 11:43:16 GMT -5
Someone appeared behind Ender and took off his top hat. The top hat was perfectly normal, except for the fact that the blue band around it had a white cross, similar to the one on the Swiss flag. He tapped it with his magic wand and suddenly, crisp nachos appeared inside with freshly-melted cheese draped all over them.
"Leave the dame's nachos alone. We'll have our own batch." He set the hat on the table and plucked a chip from the cheesy top. He popped it into his mouth, and after he finished eating it, he introduced himself. "I'm Renhcrek Gentoo, but I go by Renh. In fact, I prefer you call me Renh, because my name's really quite a mouthful. Such like these nachos here." His eyes, when not covered up by tinted blue glasses, were a shade of dull bluish-green, like the sky during a thunderstorm. His hair was straw blonde and grew down to his chin, but his hairline was slightly receding. Rehn's build was tall and lanky, and around his long neck was a very long scarf of red, yellow, and black. His tux was one of his stranger features, but his most striking feature had to be his thick, featherlike yellow eyebrows and the yellow marks on his cheek, which gave him the appearance of a tall, awkward-looking penguin.
"Pingy! Nachos!" He called downwards. By his left leg was an emperor penguin, whom he fed a handful of nachos too. It plucked them one by one and before long, ate them all. "Pingy's a cute guy. Go ahead and pet him if you like. So...umm...where are you guys from?" Renh hid his face behind his hands out of shyness.
OOC: Ladies and gentlemen, I now officially return to ORP. However, the cross on Renh's hat means something, and I'm not going against that something.
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 27, 2007 12:25:48 GMT -5
"Sorry, guy, I don't really trust conjured nachos," Ender said while plucking another nacho from Nat's plate. He ate the crispy cheese chip before continuing. "Name's Andrew Kimoned, most know me as Ender."
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Post by Loogs on Jul 27, 2007 12:39:59 GMT -5
"Why not? They're fresher than anything you could prepare yourself. Well, that means more for me." Renh took another fistful of nachos and shoved them into his mouth. "I need a Coke to wash this down with, but the hat's full of nachos. I wish I had thought of that before." Pingy hopped onto a chair and helped Renh finish the hat of nachos. When they were all gone, Renh looked into the nasty mess the nachos left. "Ewww, I can't put that back onto my head." He tapped the hat once with the wand, and the hat was magically cleaned. He tapped it twice again and a tall bottle of ice cold Coke appeared inside.
Renh opened the bottle and began to guzzle down the Coke. "Nice to meet you, Ender. Are you a psionic? I met a few of them while I was with the Order Cygnus. The Order Cygnus taught me almost everything I know when it comes to magic. But they never taught me how to conjure a decent chicken sandwich."
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 27, 2007 12:53:47 GMT -5
Sly looked out over the railing on the observation deck. The gentle waves were caressing the base of the structure causing blue and green lights to dance exterior of the colossal building. Several sea fairing birds had already claimed various parts of the roof.
“I don’t envy the maintenance people,” said Rick. The mage was setting on the railings close to his father. He let his feet dangle precariously over the edge.
“Yes, yes... Of course,” Sly muttered back to his son as he furiously scribbled notes on a pad of paper then peered back over the edge.
“Would you put down that stupid notebook,” Rick said as he watched a child trying to climb the railings several feet down. The mother was busy looking through a catalogue completely oblivious to what her offspring was doing.
“I will do so when I’ve finished compiling notes on this structure.” Sly said, “It’s so fascinating the leaps in technology the humans are making these days. At this rate humans will start their exploration of space in no time”
Rick sighed and watched as the child teetered dangerously on the rail. He couldn’t be more than five years old. His little legs wobbled for a moment before he plummeted head first over the edge of the building. The mage opened the palm of his hand and the child stopped in midair. Rick lifted his hand – at the same time the child floated up into the air and over the railing. When his feet touched the ground he quickly waddled over to his mother and latched unto her.
“So, it’s getting stronger?” Rick looked over at his father who was now focusing on him. The mage nodded and leaned back over the railing again. “I woke up one morning, back in Shin-Ra and the sheets and pillows were floating above me. Not that it isn’t cool, but I haven’t even tried to develop this power and it’s growing on its own.”
“Interesting,” Mumbled Sly as he scribbled something down, “I’ll have to inquire with Ender if he has ever heard of such an occurrence.”
Rick jerked his up body up and jumped down off the railings. “Well not that all this took is boring, which it is, but I think we should investigate this place further. Come on!”
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 27, 2007 14:58:18 GMT -5
"Anything synthesized, even when it's made of magic, somehow tastes odd," Ender said. He yawned and stretched his arms, slouching down in his chair. He looked up to the bright blue sky and felt the sun on his face.
"Delicious."
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Post by Loogs on Jul 27, 2007 15:04:41 GMT -5
"I kinda prefer the taste of synthesized foods to actual foods though, except for produce and fast food. I always end up screwing up my own order." Renh tapped his hat three times, muttered something under his breath, and a chicken sandwich appeared in his hat. He peeked under the bun, and grimaced. "I managed to slather it in mayo again. Wonderful." With another tap of his wand, he made the sandwich disappear.
"So, what's your profession? Do you do anything? Go anywhere nice? I always like hearing about other people's travels." Renh pulled up a chair and sat on it, and placed his hat back on his head.
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Post by Ocelot on Jul 27, 2007 15:46:35 GMT -5
"This better be some damn good recruits your filling the organization with George."Ocelot said as he emerged from the dark corridor into the meeting area. He was wearing his classic black military outfit with his long brown trench coat. "I really am tired of you always calling a meeting whenever I'm going off to destroy a city, but thats off topic. "
Ocelot said as he sat down on one of the chairs around the room. He layed back and pulled out his S.A.A. revolver and began to twirl it with great ease. He always twirled whenever he was agitated. "I really hope you have a new weapon of bipedal tank nature hidden around here to offer somewhere,lad. Besides the sub-par recruits you always seem to get a hold of. Oh and I need some gas for my skycycle. I'm running a little low on nuclear power."
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Post by renton on Jul 27, 2007 20:06:18 GMT -5
OOC: Speaking of which, I had intended to stick a space station of my own design into FRP exactly for this very purpose, I suppose I should remodel it and add it now. muwah! So Lee, does this giant mall sell supernatural stuff throughout, or is it basically just a normal, if extremely large, mall we can tool around and have big battles in. (Hell, from what I've read, I could fit a gundam in here, fire off a beam cannon, and not damage 1/20th of the mall.)
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 28, 2007 0:01:21 GMT -5
OOC: You'll want to go here for an explanation of the gathering place topics.
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Post by renton on Jul 28, 2007 0:11:46 GMT -5
OOC: I already read that, but it didn't state anything about services really man...
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 28, 2007 0:29:39 GMT -5
OOC: Well, that was to cover the fact that should you decide to fight at the mall, you'd be taking it to another topic so as not to clutter up the gathering place.
And it's a mall. I'm sure there's some sketchy guy in a trenchcoat (not Ender) who sells fancy things. Just nothing really important that needs a quest to be really worth it. Like you can't buy a magical End All Things (EAT) Device.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 29, 2007 21:40:31 GMT -5
As the nachos on her plate disappeared, Natalie began clutching the edge of the table. By the time Ender had mopped up the last of the crispy, cheesy crumbs, she had put visible dents in it with her fingertips.
"I swear, be it by gluttony or by trying to pay in seashells, not a single one of you ever lets me enjoy eating out!" Nat gave an odd look to Gentoo.
"I'm just assuming, from my basic knowledge, that that penguin is your familiar, right?" She looked him in the eye to see how he reacted. When she met new people, she liked to try them, to see what they were made of.
"My name's Sylvia Natalie Ulima, master of the Sceard. Most people just call me Nat, though." -------
"Well, whatever kind of nuclear fuel you need, I'm sure that we can provide it at a moment's notice, Ocelot. I am rather capable at procuring that sort of stuff, after all." George smiled with a slighlty sinister twinkle in his eyes, and then opened his palm, a dozen small diamonds cascading to the floor.
"Right now, not many bioweapons prepped for battle. I've got some innovative mecha based on the Tuosian designs, however, if you want those." George extended his palm, a hologram appearing above it. A metal construct was manuevering about on two massive steel legs, proportionally reminiscent of a chicken.
"Thirty feet tall. About thirty tons. Can move across almost any solid terrain at around forty miles per hour. Armor plating that can take pretty much any conventional ammunition head on for at least three shots." George's smile widened.
"Armaments? Two heat rays, capable of melting through a steel armor plate in about half a second. Three concealed miniguns for when you feel like mowing your victims down. And my personal favorite feature? A polymer foam sprayer. When the foam strikes a living target, it seems into the skin, and then expands..." George licked his lips. "Ripping the skin of the victim off if not killing or crippling them outright."
"I've got a dozen ready for deployment right now. Each one is operable by a single pilot, by thought. I'll give you a deal on them. Each one, plus a lacky to pilot it, a pitiful two hundred and fifty million. But since you're a friend, I'll be willing to haggle."
OOC: *Imagines a fight topic with those things* >_<
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Post by renton on Aug 3, 2007 15:57:18 GMT -5
OOC: LEE, you'd better find a way to use those. OFTEN. It gives me an excuse to introduce mechs into ORP.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 4, 2007 13:08:08 GMT -5
Rick had decided to leave his father to his ‘research’ and decided to investigate the mall himself. It wasn’t long before he noticed both Nat and Ender on a nearby bench with someone he didn’t recognize. He ambled over but remained silent, after listening to his father all morning he was glad to hear people talk about normal things, well at least things that were ‘normal’ for him anyways.
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Sly had finally put his notepad away, but that was because he had found himself lost in the corridors of the mall. There was a group of security guards nearby that he was sure would be able to give him directions. But as he approached them he unknowingly passed through the curtain of illusion. The scene of guards talking melted away and was replaced with two men looking over specs on a hologram. Sly noted that the place looked pretty underhand much like the early days of TR.
But so far they hadn’t done anything wrong that Sly knew of. Maybe his presence would deter them from doing something illegal for now. Meanwhile the scientist part of him was more concerned with the specs of the Mech.
“So what does it do?”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 9, 2007 23:11:55 GMT -5
"Well, what is it that drew you here?" George said slowly and clearly, looking into Sly's eyes unwaveringly. "The answer is somewhat dependant on your need to be in this area." ------- "Oh, hey, Rick! How's it going?" Natalie said, standing up and embracing him quickly. She turned and looked at the others as if to say "See? That's how I greet people that don't ruin my lunch."
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 20, 2007 16:58:21 GMT -5
Sly picked up one of the random objects on ‘display’ and inspected it more clearly. As he did he casually answered George.
“Well, my being here was a complete accident as I was just about to ask a security guard a question when he promptly disappeared.” Sly put the object down and looked at the way he came in. “Humm, are you using cloaking technology or some type of concealment magic?” Sly ran his hands along the wall to see if he could detect any abnormalities.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 20, 2007 19:32:41 GMT -5
"Well, you're no slouch, as I can tell from the way that you approach my cloaking and mecha design. And you're not a lawman, either, since you haven't tried to kill me yet. Certainly not a normal, since any normal person would just be staring and doing the Mr. Magoo. So what exactly are you, then?" George said, stepping closer to him and scanning him up and down with his eyes.
"I'll tell you right now, since you seem on the level, that I'm an arms dealer. Don't really care who I sell to, or how much my profit margin is. I'm just in it for two things. The knowledge, and the power that comes from that knowledge." George said clearly, meeting Sly's eyes. "I take it that you're quite similar, judging from your face."
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Aug 31, 2007 9:58:41 GMT -5
A loud roar could be heard from the outside of the mall.
"Leviathan, pipe down, it isnt an enemy." the voices paused for a second "Now you cant blow it up, it just a mall, no, no not a sea creature that is ugly... no stop that!" Al was just trying to get to the mall, and Leviathan was acting pretty preculiar "Fine go in the gem! Dont misbehave!" Leviathan dissappeared and Al was left fifty feet in the air.
He fell like a stone and landed softly on a giant ball of water. He landed on the pier, where the ferry's from japan dock and bring their customers to the mall. With a wad full of money, and a credit card and his debit card all on hand, it was time for shopping.
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Post by bulbaboy on Sept 2, 2007 22:55:37 GMT -5
“Ah, but you see I’m in it solely for the knowledge.” Sly said walking past George to inspect anything else that might peak his curiosity. “And I am a lawman. No doubt I have killed people you have sold ‘goods’ to. But by the sound of it you are more of a neutral person who would sell to good or bad.”
Sly turned and looked at the man, “One day the time may come that you step over that line to the wrong side and we would become enemies. But for now lets see what kind of deal we can strike.”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 2, 2007 23:48:19 GMT -5
"Tell you what. I like the way that you think, and I've already established that you're competent. Feel free to stop into any of my labs as an authorized researcher, any time. I won't ask anything of you, except maybe some help identifying extraterrestrial tech." George extended a hand with a small chip cupped in his palm. "There's a list of all of our locations, worldwide."
"The way I see things, is that you're a white-hat, but not overzealous enough to start going after anybody for any reason. People like you are what keeps this planet safe from any of those big nasties. And big nasty elder evils put a kink in my businessplan." George said, shrugging a little. "Besides, a friend of my former friend is... eh, that axiom doesn't work." -------- Nat noticed Al's arrival from the middle of their now crowded set of seats. She stood up and waved enthusiastically, trying to draw his attention. "Hey, Al, buddy! Long time no see!"
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