Animeleague - CityScape

The Errorist Cause

monsterscalling — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:00:08 GMT

(Based on the video game, Remember Me, published by Capcom)

Background Story: In 2084, a corporation called Recall distributed a brain implant called the Sensation Engine, also known as the Sensen. The Sensen allowed people to share their memories with anyone across the globe, as well as remove painful or unhappy ones. The Sensen was released to universal acclaim; not only did Recall gain fame for their invention, but eventually, 99% of the world population could absorb the memories of others. The Sensen, however, despite its immense popularity, had an overall negative impact on the populace. The government partnered up with Recall and established a surveillance state on all Sensen owners as a way to prevent crime and terrorism, but at a price. Privacy was no longer a liberty. As time went on, more and more people became obsessed with saving and deleting memories, and could no longer distinguish their memories from reality. As their Sensens became corrupted, their mental and physical state deteriorated. This caused them to gradually devolve into a subhuman form known as the Leapers. The Leapers lived in the slums of the cities, evading the public eye as much as possible and becoming hostile to anyone who stepped into their territory. These problems all stemmed from the creation of the Sensen. This led to the formation of a small rebel group called the Errorists. Together, they aimed to deactivate the Sensen and protect the civil liberties of the people. Although the Errorists' cause was supposedly well-intentioned, their means of achieving their goals were questionable. Innocent lives have been lost for the Errorist cause. Was it worth losing the lives of everyday citizens?

Rules:

1. Follow all CS rules!
2. Please do not list yourself as a neutral party.
3. I kindly ask that you post often, at least once or twice a week. Please PM me if you are unable to do so.

Profile Skeleton:

(Please read the rules above before filling out your profile skeleton.)

Name:
Code name: (Optional)
Age:
Affiliation: (Errorist or Government Agent)
Gender:
Personality:
History:
Appearance: (A link or a short description would be fine)
Weapons: (Maximum of two weapons)

Where we start: The Errorists have grouped up at their hideout in the city of Le Havre, not far from the Recall HQ, which is located in Paris. There have been rumors circulating of a virus that can temporarily deactivate the Sensen, but unfortunately, there has been no evidence. Their main objective is to find out whether this virus really exists, and how they can obtain it. Meanwhile, Recall has decided to take issues upon their own hands. With the consent of the government, the CEO of Recall, Rina Amirault, has assigned several government agents to track the whereabouts of the Errorists, with the intention of uncovering their plans and ending their little rebellion for good. Who will succeed?

(We will start when a few profiles are posted. Have fun! :jpop:)

The Grand Tournament! (Sparring! That means fighting!) (Open to all!)

Backside Buccaneer — Fri, 14 Jun 2013 02:52:29 GMT

The Grand Tournament!

The stadium buzzed with excitement- murmurs and speculation swimming through the crowds of onlookers as they bickered and wondered what spectacular individuals they'd see in battle. This was the most wondrous of tournaments, a grand battle-royal for the fair and noble title of "The Best." He or she who could survive the pit, fairly besting all of their foes, would walk away with the ultimate bragging rights.

Invitations to the event were sent far and wide, reaching every corner of every globe in every universe known to sentient thought. Beings old and powerful, individuals on par with titans were expected to appear. There were those who could snuff out stars, and those who could breathe life into the dead- those whose bodies were solid elements of nature, and those whom could bend nature to their will. From near and far they gathered, all eagerly seeking the ultimate prize.

"Mr. White?"

The man in black had to look away from the crowd for a moment. His dauntless, cheerful expression falling on the receptionist who'd addressed him.

"Your registration is complete, Mr. White. Let's review before you sign in."

He nodded, acknowledging the mandatory nature of her request. All fighters must sign up, declare their powers and equipment, and register their abilities with the tournament committee before participation. He was only one of many to arrive late, but despite his excited impatience, the man in black knew it was his own fault this kind of legality wasn't already taken care of.

"Full name, Hunter White." She continued, a look of knowing patience in her eyes. "Age, twenty-six years, universal standard calendar.

"Eyes, Hazel. Short, brown hair. Slightly tan complexion." To her, they were bullet-points. Mere pieces of information. "You stand at about five feet, ten inches. Average build. Approximately one-hundred and thirty-five pounds."

"Your equipment consists of a black, knee-length suit-jacket, empty pockets. One pair of designer, black leather gloves- with Kevlar knuckles. A single nine-millimetre handgun, a Beretta M-nine with three fifteen-round box magazines in a satchel on your belt."

She didn't bother mentioning the rest of his clothes- unremarkable black, cotton shirt and slacks. His shoes were steel-toed, leather, but otherwise unworthy of attention.

"Finally, one pair of plain, ordinary sunglasses."

You could tell, she'd seen a lot of clich�, hotshot armatures come through here. There were a lot of weaklings running around in goggles or sunglasses- the type who weren't going to last four minutes in the stadium's pit.

"As for special powers, abilities, and etcetera; You've listed only three here.

"Telekinesis- the power to remotely manipulate the world around you. You implicitly state this power is your primary weapon. It'll be interesting to see how you put it to use.

"Energy Absorption- this is a bit vague. You do clarify a bit, I see, stating that 'energy in the form of radiation or emission is absorbed by all matter,' but I get the feeling you mean something a bit more direct. You can consume your opponents' attacks to revitalize, yes?"

"That's one way of putting it," He responded curtly, "but it's not limited to my opponents, or their attacks. There's energy everywhere."

"That's a scary power." She sneered coyly, looking farther down the list.

" And finally, the 'Sense.'" Her eyebrow arched a bit. "You can feel the world around you, through your telekinetic powers? Like, everything?"

"Everything."

She blushed deeply, and frowned at him.

"Get inside, pervert."
...........
******
...........

The arena itself was a large, coliseum-style stadium, nearly five kilometres wide and without any sort of roof or ceiling. Designed to seat an estimated forty-million spectators, it was easily the largest sports arena to ever be built. Shield-generators circled the inside ring of the stadium, protecting all of the eager fans from the battles that would soon rage within, as well as preventing any outside interference once the fighting commenced. How exactly these barriers prevented such tricks as teleportation or quantum tunnelling would forever be a trade secret, but one thing was certain. Once the opening bell rang, no one would get in or out unscathed.

Only moments awaited the patient fighters. As judges took their seats, and fans began to become restless, men and women from all over poured into the battlefield. Each person excitedly looking left and right, sizing up their opponents.

When the opening bell rang, all hell was going to break loose.

___________OOC!______________

THE RULES:
This sparring tournament will be an open fight between players and NPCs. We will be using a version of role-play sparring rules I know as "Hybrid-Open." Which means in short, that small or inconsequential hits are allowed to automatically connect, but large or implicitly necessary hits are left open-ended, so your opponent has a fair chance to avoid your attacks. On the other hand, your opponents must sufficiently justify avoiding your attacks, or you may be awarded a "critical hit" -an auto-wound or defeat of an opponent, depending on the severity. This method is based entirely on respect- if you respect your opponents' efforts, and they respect yours, no crits will ever have to be awarded.

Any moderator in this section who's interested in stepping in to judge these disputes should PM me. If no one does, I'll just badger whoever's appropriate when disputes arise.

The final winner will be decided by popular vote once we've reached a point where this might end. When I feel we've made it that far, I'll PM each player and several random bystanders to weigh in on who should stand victorious. Maybe I'll even throw up a thread in Crazy League, with voting polls.

A few final notes:

No Metagaming. Your characters, unless they've met in prior RPs or you have the user's consent, do not know any of the other contestants, their abilities or even their names. You may NOT use out-of-character information to decide in-game actions.

Play nice. This won't be decided by how brutally you ~~skull f&^%~~ defeat your opponents. Rather, this will be decided by how well you play, and how enjoyable your writing is. Keep this in mind, and play with respect.

Remember: All CS and AL rules apply. Let's try to avoid an NC-17 rating here.

Draki : Decedents of the Most Powerful (Open to all)

~KiriChan~ — Wed, 12 Jun 2013 16:09:31 GMT

Draki, the decedents of dragons live among the humans, with their greatest defense, being able to shift into human forms. Though these powerful beings still live among there own in different clans across the world. Even though they can shift to human and keep their secret from most there are those who seek to destroy them. Hunters have been fighting against the dragons for centuries, leaving the amazing creatures almost no where to belong.

The story starts in my kind of own made up clan. Mount Rainier is where i'm starting the rp at, though your all welcome to be from another clan if you'd like.

Mount Rainier weather is cool enough and with enough forest to keep cover that the Draki who call this home can live in peace most of the time. Of course there had been a few hunters spotted around the area and even some battles, but the Draki's oldest and most powerful, are able to keep a barrier around their home to keep them protected.

So what will happen when the Draki and hunters come into contact? Are all hunters bad? Are all Draki good? Well thats up to you!

All CS rules apply~

Profile:

Name:
Age:
Draki, Hunter, Human:
Clan:
Personality:
Appearance:
Brief History:

My Profile

Name: Jezebel (Jezzie) & Camilla (Cammie) Strudder

Age: 17

Draki, Hunter, Human: Draki

Clan: Hastling in Mount Rainier

Personality: The twins are completely different from one another, Jezzie is very shy and introverted. She tends to sit back and watch from the side lines instead of ever taking the courage and doing anything spontaneous. Cammie on the other hand is a firecracker, always laughing and playing around, most of the time the playing ending in a fight. Cammie has a problem with authority and taking orders, which in turn end up getting her and her reluctant sister Jezzie in trouble.

Appearance: http://weheartit.com/entry/31641843 (Jezzie left Cammie right)
Jezzie Dragon form: http://www.freewebs.com/ultima228/red-dragon.jpg
Cammie Dragon Form: http://www.freewebs.com/thedragonson...old-dragon.jpg

Brief History: Their farther died when they were very young leaving them with only a mother to care for them. Jezzie tries to help her mother out as much as she can, always trying to cover up Cammie's mistakes or trouble, but of course it always make it's way back to their mother, putting unneeded strain on her. Now at the age of 17 their mother is dwindling away in sickness. The girls way of dealing with it is, Jezzie becoming more introverted, and Cammie becoming closer and closer to falling out of the Clan.

♥ ♀ ♥ CityScape Dating Service ♥ ♂ ♥

Aziraphale — Tue, 11 Jun 2013 00:13:43 GMT

✿ CityScape Blind Dating Service✿

Oh! Hello there! I see you have taken an interest in our dating service here! Wonderful!

I'll just need you to fill out the form below and submit it in this thread.

Quote:

Username:
Gender:
Preferred Matchup Gender:
Do you like waffles?:

The waffles question is a personality test. Please keep that in mind. We'll be accepting applications until the 17th of this month, and then after a brief fling with our date-making machine, we'll chug out lucky couples!

Now, I'm sure you'll be wanting a little more information about what you should be expecting from this little servicey-wervicey! Well, we have a grand carnival set up, and in two weeks, we'll send everyone involved in here a lovely little message with a name badge, a table and a set of directions to our little beachside carnival.

Everything else is a secret~

Care to sign up, then?

:<3:

DOUBLE TROUBLE ROLEPLAYER OF THE MONTH(S)

Aziraphale — Sun, 09 Jun 2013 18:04:16 GMT

LOOK AT THIS

TWO ROLEPLAYERS OF THE MONTH FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!!!!111!!!eleven!!

For the month of April, our lovely @MSTYK takes home that honor~ Congratulations!

And then!

For May!

@Moonlit Memories !

Congratulamifications to the both of you!

Sage Rebellion

Briar Rose — Wed, 05 Jun 2013 00:13:27 GMT

(Open RP as of now :D)

Background Story: During the 15th century, there was a large kingdom called Eiren that was ruled by King Alaric II. The towns were quaint and simple, but not poor, for the crops and trade were plentiful. Many of the villagers were successful farmers, merchants, craftsmen, blacksmiths, or traders so the kingdom was very well off. The towns never had droughts, never went hungry, and had resources to burn. There were four major towns of Eiren. Jericho was the waterfront city, and because of this, they had an advantage with trading. Hadley sat right on the border of the kingdom, and had the second best militia in all of Eiren. Syen was the marketplace of the kingdom. If you wanted something that you couldn't find anywhere else, Syen was the place to look. Finally, there was De Ramos, the capital and largest city in the kingdom. It was right below where the king's castle stood, and only the very wealthy lived there.

Passed the walls of Eiren and to the East lay the meadows of Arya, in the West was the Valley of Anton, and in the North were the Mountains of the Sage. The Sage were a group of wizards that were chosen and blessed with the arts of magic and sorcery. The nine live in the mountains, only coming at times of true distress. They were meant to be protectors of the common good and the ones who kept balance between the lands and kingdoms, but things changed when King Albert took over.

King Albert and his kingdom were the complete opposite from Eiren. Albert was cruel, vile and jealous, while Alaric was fair, understanding, and wise. In the small kingdom of Iireuel, there was the ruler, Albert, who was insanely envious towards Eiren's king. Iireuel was a place of crime, starvation and poverty. Farmers and merchants had to work twice as hard just to make mince meat and traders hardly ever came to the kingdom because they had nothing to offer. The only thing this kingdom strived in was thieving, crime, and dark magic.

The king of Iireuel was so desperate for power and wealth, that one day, he asked help from a witch named Edna. She was known as the laughing stalk in magic because her spells would never work. Edna, however, claimed that she had the blessing of magic. She wanted to prove herself, so when his highness asked for her assistance, she did not hesitate to accept. The king did not want a spell, however, he wanted a curse. This curse would give him power over all of the Sages as long as he possessed a simple ring. Edna performed the task, wanting to prove her worth, but the curse took her life in the process. King Albert was then in power of his kingdom and the Sages.

The first thing he did was lead an invasion on Eiren. Innocent blood was spilled and fires did the rest of the destruction. With the power of the wizards at his hands, Albert took over Eiren and beheaded King Alaric, which started his reign. With the two kingdoms combined, no one attempted to defy the new king of Eiren after that.

Where we start: Now, five years later, the reign continues. People are dying from starvation, sickness and skirmishes while the King sits in his palace with piles of gold in every room. The cities have all changed; crimes happen daily and the night is a time of danger. Eiren is slowly falling apart and the few that can do anything about it are all sitting in the same tavern.

Profile Skeleton:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Affiliation: (Good = Rebellion. Bad = King Albert's Knights.)
Personality:
History:
Weapon(s) of Choice: (Choose a max of two)
Appearance: (Describe your character or link a picture.)

(Post your profiles for now, guys. We'll start in the tavern once everyone is here. :D)

The Lost City of Gilead

Rukia — Fri, 31 May 2013 17:31:54 GMT

OOC:
Bios aren�t necessary but feel free to post them in your opening post if you like.
Please note the setting isn�t technologically advanced, so no weapons that are out rightly over powerful. Think medieval with a hint of fantasy.
All CS rules apply.

Setting:

A terrible fate has befallen this once proud city of trade and war. It happened with little warning, the shaking ground, the crumbling buildings, the cracking roads and shattering windows, for mere moments it lasted but it affects everlasting.

It�s been years since that fateful day, when the earthquake struck the city of Gilead, all that remains now is a ghost city devoid of emotion and a sense of place. Those that enter rarely return, their fate unknown.

Most recently a young girl named Calla has gone missing, her last know destination was the city of Gilead also known as the 'forgotten city'. President Dylan Roberts of Salinas has requested aid in finding her for reasons he will not disclose, willing to pay any sum of money, however of late the money grabbers and those wishing to make a swift penny have seen him begin lose faith that anyone will find her. He is known to be a man of great pride and honour but even those within his own party are questioning his judgement in this case, the opposition parties are calling for him to disclose the reasons for his search or else they will force his resignation. He has become a desperate man and time is not on his side. Will the mystery of Gilead be resolved in time?

He turns once again to the dregs of society. Adventurers and Mercenaries that take refuge in the dives and brothels, those that want nothing but power and wealth. Outcasts from the rest of Salinas, they exist only on the outskirts of town; for they are not welcome to walk the same streets as the wealthy and the rich. Those that value money above human life and have no time for the adventurers or mercenaries, for they consider them to be less than human. Most have learned not to venture into Salinas� main city for fear of retribution, a city that is decorated with the finest of buildings of marble and stone; where the water runs clear and air smells fresh.

Posters have gone up in the seediest places, seeking the help of those looked down upon. The outskirts are where these types of people dwell, not by their own choice but due to circumstance and fate. For they are welcomed here but not exactly with open arms, but it is better than nothing. And it�s not just Adventurers and Mercenaries, but those that are less than human or different in one way or another. Creatures of the night are known to frequent the bars and establishments on the outskirts of Salinas, feared by some but respected by others as long as they keep within the rules.

Such a poster has appeared in the 'The Styx' and is placed next to the establishment rules for Vampires, Werewolves, Wolves and all the other types that the rich in Salinas� refuse to acknowledge, the lowest of low frequent here; this is where our adventure begins.

The Styx was your usual run of the mill downright seedy bar, the interior was badly lit, the wallpaper was faded and slowly peeling from the alcohol soaked walls, chairs rarely remain in their place, often upended or impaling someone, tables were few and far between, once broken there was little point in replacing them. The bar area was lit with a green neon light enough to make you nauseous, liquor lined the shelving and beer's available on tap. The bartender is not someone to be messed with, missing an eye from a fight with imposturous group of Mercenaries, hell bent on not paying their tab. To this day his club is still caked with their blood, brought out often to deter any who might wish to scarper without paying. The bar is littered with drunken mercenaries, weaponry lies scattered on the floor. Crossbows, swords, knives, long bows and halberds, all types of people can be found here. Some are honest, some are not.

IC:

As adventures go this one was proving most difficult for the young Rylan to grasp. She had heard that something was amiss in the lost city of Gilead and that all information could be found in Salinas, however it was quite clear from the onset that she wasn't welcome in the main city. Everywhere she turned for information she was shunned and ignored, admittedly her appearance would remind many of the grim reaper; covered from head to toe in black with a long bow draped over her left shoulder, its quiver resting on her back and her crossbow slung over her right shoulder she walks with a purpose to be out of this unwelcoming place.

Through no fault of her own she is guided to the outskirts of town, it is nothing like the city she has just passed through. As she looks skyward for inspiration she finds herself at the door to the 'Styx' without a second thought she enters the establishment, trying hard not to gag in the first instance at the smell of alcohol mixed in with vomit; she shakes her head before meandering through the throng of drunken mercenaries and weaponry to the bar.

The Common Grounds [Spam RP]

Master of Vvardenfel — Mon, 27 May 2013 05:36:02 GMT

Welcome, my dears, to the coffee shop of dreams, The Common Grounds. Situated on the busy main street of cityscape, a hop, a skip and a jump from just about anywhere else you could want to be this is one of those places you can come to relax and grab a hot cuppa joe. Though we also do a fantastic range of both hot and iced tea, all made in house! Just ask for what you want, if we don't do it... I'll have the brewmeister make one up for you, he's pretty good like that.

So come in, flop yourself down in a big comfy arm chair scattered haphazardly around the store and have a chat with your friends, or maybe even someone you don't know. Everyone's here for some reason or another... The best adventures are always finding out why!

I'm MoV, I'll be your host, so please, make yourself at home and peruse our menu of beverages and the offerings of our resident pattisiere, let me know what you decide you want and I'll have it brought out by one of our delightful wait staff.

Okay, down to the nitty gritties, this is a designated hang out thread there is no minimum word limit here, so come on in and grab a drink or a bite to eat.

If you want to apply to be staff here, we're open to that as well, I'll hire more as business picks up, but as of now, I just need one waiter, and possibly a brewmeister.

Please note that the 20 word limit is still in force in all other threads.

}-{ Angel Mafia }-{

Firewolf — Sun, 26 May 2013 17:19:32 GMT

}-{ Angel Mafia }-{
~ Darkness Falls when Angels Do ~

Back Story:

In this world, good and evil are all but a preception, how ever your mind decides to see something that is how it is in your own world. That's the problem with the law, and its definition of crime. What might seem like something bad, and evil on the outside might very well be a saving grace. That is the story of Angel mafia.

Generation back, when the law failed to do its job correctly, a family took that charge into there own hands. When organized crime and corruption was at its peak, they took up arms the only way they knew possible. and joined the frey of the underground world. Seen as the newest Mafia with in Shique, it was said they dealt in the business of smuggling drugs, and humans alike. Murder was there second nature, and blackmail was a game. In a few short years, they became a thorn in everyone side, especially the corrupt law enforcers.

behind that mask, the Angel mafia could very well be seen as the saviors of that fair city. They played a dangerous game of war against the other organization of the city. They constantly sabotaged their shipments, assassinated there leader heads, and made cold murder of there worse offenders. All in hopes to lesson the pain and suffering that they would have caused to the fair citizens of their city.

As the Mafia foiled more plans in the underground world, the organization known has Green dragon sought to destroy them. All until it came to a pin point. With the return of the youngest Heir,..Drift, the Green Dragon sent to assassins to there door step. In a rain of bullet her father was gunned down, which placed her in completely control of the Angels.
The Green dragon thought this would weaken the hold the Mafia had on the city, but Drift's revenge ran hot, and became the tool which brought The Green dragon to its knees, to n ever be revived again.

Unfortunately as one evil was brought down, it was replaced by one that was much darker.

This time around, the organization that is at the heart of all the chaos is one much more sinister. On the outside it looked to be a medical group. They striven to find cures to the illnesses of the world. The CEOs of the company were well known and well liked, and there work was extremely praised in the media as well. At least what seems to be there main work and focus. The truth of the matter is, they are in the business of creating monsters. creatures with the ability to manipulate there shape, hide among the shadows, and are just plan destructive. Everything isn't known about them,.. other than they are hard to catch, hard to kill, and the trouble they have caused has started to pile up.

This brings up to the present

Setting:

This all takes place in a city named Shique, a bustling harbor city that had gotten its boom during the industrial revolution. A good century later, the city is a mix match of old structures from its birth, and modern architecture of today. Despite the difference in styles of building, Shique is still the large profit city it was in its past, which created lots of opportunity for people to fill there pockets with gold. Legally and illegally.

In the West district of the city, is where the old money is located, along with the estate that belongs to the Angel mafia. Off a street named rose bud, the nine foot tall black iron clad fence can be seen as it surrounds the whole estate. At the front of the property an arched twelve foot gate with the depiction of angels falling from grace into hell is worked into the black iron. Just beyond the gate, is the pristine white brick drive way, that stretches in a slight curve up the hill to the house. The grass on the estate is spring green, and always seems to be maintained perfectly. The mansion itself its fairly large, about 15,000 square feet of living space. Its an old brick home, that over time the vinery outside has taken to the brick surface and has slowly climbed the surface to cover all the red. The front door is black, and the porch's roof is supported by large white circle pillars that stretch all the way up to the 2nd floor roof. It was all created that way for a dramatic entrance to the home.

Once inside the home is draped in lots of dark hard woods, which are all the same color. Not a cherry wood, but not just a simple deep dark brown either. The floors, wood work such as base boards, door frames, window frames, and crown molding all match. All the wood work is all elaborately craved into intricate designs. The wood work on the stair wells matches as well, but through out it fallen angels can be seen carved into the bases of the rails. Each one represented a member of the mafia.

The house is set up pretty simply. You walk into a grand front room. which leads off into two separate rooms on both the left and the right through closed doors. One would be drifts office, the other a room used to entertain guests. Going straight into the home, is a large double stair well, that created a bridge over the double doors the lead into the dinning room, and off that the gourmet kitchen. On the 2nd floor or mainly just bed rooms and bathrooms, if a room isn't that, well at this point its something that doesn't need to be discussed.
Aside from that is the basement, which can only be accessed through Drifts office. Whats down there can only be described as a torture chamber to make the enemy talk.

Rules:

1). Don't need a character bio.. just simple post OOC: at the top of your IC: which side you're on.
2). All CS and AL rules apply
3). I don't have a limit an what technology is used, or what type of character you use. As long as you can explain why it is the way it is. I'm peachy.
If you're really concerned about it, just shot me a pm and we'll get it all figured out.
4). thats it, have fun!

As for those who expressed they wanted to join, its finally up
@Rukia @Velveeta @Kamio^^ @Mykalwane @Khan_Benitera

~*~*~*~*~*~

So much had happened last time Drift had been in this place, so much pain and destruction that back then, she didn't have to strength to deal with. It all was but a faded memory now, as the head of the mafia resumed the seat in the office. The desk, leather chair, and pretty much every surface had a thick grayish blanket of dust that covered it. It was the same way through out the rest of the house it seemed. Not a soul had set a foot there,.. not since that day. The day Drift left, and tried to take all the bad with her. It was a last act plan, and for the most part it had worked,..aside from the fact it left the city undefended in the end. Which over time, as Drift had finished working through it all, she had came to a decision that,.. that wasn't ok.

So now as she sat at that desk, she contiplated how to rebuild their once large empire. It would be a long, and hard task but Drift hoped to achieve it. People might not be to hard to find, but information would be the most difficult part Drift thought. It would take some cash, and some manipulation, put this leader always had a ace up her sleeve. This would be a woman named Jade,..someone who understood similar pain, that would be their ace. A master at gathering information, and she was a new face, no one would suspect it. But before all that,.. Drift and the mafia needed man power,..and if she was lucky maybe, just maybe a few good old faces would return.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

On the other side of the City, deep in the heart was a tall corporate office. On all sides it was covered in glass for each level was mere windows. It gleamed in the bright sun, even tho all the windows were blacked out. On the very top floor, where the whole level seemed be one person's office. A man sat behind a large oak desk, tho his chair was turned to face the large windows. The Dark man with legs cross softly hummed to himself. It seemed to be an old turn, and at first started off low and slow. But at the minutes tick off the clock, the sound of the tune had grown louder and faster. As if it build up to something, something that would be hugely impacting to the city which surrounded the building.

Fire's Hot spring - Stop by for a soak!

Firewolf — Sun, 26 May 2013 01:03:14 GMT

Fire's Hot Springs
- Stop by for a soak! -

Setting:

Located just outside Cityscape Proper, there once said that a long time ago a magical hot spring was located in a mountainous region. The land scape had created natural pools of the beautiful hot waters. It was said if one bathed in these mineral rich, and magical infused waters it could heal almost any wound, cure any disease, and help with a person complexion. Over the years many ventured up the tall peaks to basket in its amazing properties. But the trip was long and harsh, and once there the only shelter was the springs themselves. To say the least it wasn't to hospitable.

This all changed one day, when a woman with many wolfish characteristics had come across this little slice of heaven. It inspired her, and from that moment on that spark grew into a world renowned establish, " Fire's Hot Spring "

It was a breath taking little place. It had a guided path from the bottom of the mountain all the way up to the building that was located just before the start of the hot springs. It wasn't some monster of a building, but was large enough to accomendant about 25 cute guest rooms. The entrance was unconventional, for it was a covered porch. A few chairs, a swing, and small desk set neatly on it. Here the guest registered a room if they so wished.

Just beyond the door, what seemed to be the real entrance to the building was a hall way. straight a head were two doors, the right one was the door way to the female changing room, the left the male one. The other 25 doors led to small guest rooms. Some had two twin size beds, others with a single queen or king. Each had a dresser with a mirror, night stands on either side of the beds, with small white lamps. They were simple, cute, and fill there function.

The changing rooms, were the only way to enter the single large hot spring pool, that yes was used by both genders. The natural rock ringed the edge, and the far side opened up to view the breath taking landscape of the mountains and the valleys below. It was a peaceful piece of landscape, that just seemed to heal the soul. Just outside the doors to the changing rooms, on the side of the hot spring, were racks for hot towels, and a small drink station which served tea, coffee, soda, and had a fairly descent stocked bar. There was also another small food station with pastries, yummy sandwiches and soups. It was like the perfect spa experiences, at least the owner hoped it to be.

Hot Spring and Tea House Staff:

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Thread Rules:

Of Course all AL and CS rules apply
No SMUT in my Role-play! If that's what your characters end up doing at some point. Take it outside of the thread. Thanks Muches in advance.
This is a casual Role-play, No bio's needed. If you can logically explain how it works, I'm game. If you're unsure PM me
All I ask is please try to write at least one paragraph ( five full sentences ) for each post.

Rules are subject to change at any time I so feel! ^_^

Aside from that Jump in and Have FUN!

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It was early in the morning sometime about 8 am. Fire had awoke full of life and energy as the morning sun crept into her bed room. It was decorated in different hues of purple and teal. It had a large queen size bed centered on one wall, and dark brown furinature inside. Just the normal typical stuff one needed, a dresser, night tables, and a desk. It was a clean little space, and it suited Fire just fine.

With a quick little hop in her step, Fire quickly got up and started to get ready for the day. With a small bag stuffed in a change of clothes, and any tolieties she might need it was off to the girls locker room for a quick shower. It never took long for this wolfie girl to get ready, maybe about thirty minutes as best. So about 8:30 she emerged out of the locker room, down the hall ways and into the front entrance room. It had been four long years since the Hot springs doors had been closed. And now they reopened with the addition of a tea house. Hopefully the place would spark back to life like it had once been all those years ago.

Eden (mature themes)

PrincessLUV — Tue, 21 May 2013 20:52:21 GMT

Earth.

We've never really been good to it. It's sort of just been our playground. We raped the soil for our benefit, defiled the life-sustaining waters, and gave a big screw you to the atmosphere. Even in third world countries, this truth was unavoidable. Sure, there were some that made promises and even efforts to preserve the planet for our future offspring. Not enough gave a damn though.

Funny thing about Earth. She's a cruel mother. One who decided maybe another restart was in order. You know, send everyone the way of the dinosaurs.

You might remember the date, the time even, that moment you realized not only was the human race royally screwed but also every other species. It was June 21st, 2015. 3:10 UTC for those of you keeping track. That was the moment all of Mother Nature unleashed her terror. Strange weather systems were already hanging about but they kicked into action nearly all at once. Tornadoes of epic sizes tore through cities with no warning, tsunamis crashed upon the shores, hail burst through building materials. The earth itself was in an uproar with earth quakes that no chart could contain and once dormant volcanoes spewing magma and ash to cover all around them. Even the temperatures stopped making sense.

All in all, you can imagine the scene. It was the same everywhere. Astronauts did not even return to the planet, instead making suicide pacts as everything was read as being desolated.

Shame too.

The thing about Earth and her fleshy friends always make a comeback (ask the roaches and crocodiles). Somehow, a sliver of humanity managed to survive. Buried under buildings, hidden in cellars, tossed upon the ocean, a slice of the world's population...only 2% managed to crawl from the ashes and give the skies finger (or whatever gesture they found appropriate) and get on with living.

These weren't even the people who had trained for survival. Just normal joes and lucky bastards really. People all over the world, scattered about, now forced to move on even though everything they know about the world is gone. May as well be stranded on an alien planet. Some animals survived, bugs, lizards, sea creatures that were forced to the surface from boiling seas...plant life held on as it usually does.

Some people have found each other, some forming groups. There are over-zealous religious folk, insisting they are the Chosen Ones. There's many focused on repopluation (whether you like it or not buddy). Some even already have resorted to crime, brutality, slavery. Hell, the world basically sucks. People are crazy. You have to be to survive.
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For the sake of getting started, I'm setting the starting point as an area on the East Coast of the area formerly known as Virginia, USA (3 years since the happening). It's rumored that there is a sort of hashed out village there of survivors, The Chosen Ones. You can describe how you arrived in the area and go from that point.

I ask that character resemble what used to be normal people. If you have picked up skills since the happening that's fine just don't go overboard. In regards to age, please realize this is set 3 years since the happening so it is unlikely that small children and the elderly have survived though not impossible. The more affected you are by the events the better, let's keep it interesting.

As mature themes may be present, please use spoiler tags. If you may be offended by these themes please do not participate. You've been warned.

Please post at least 1 paragraph (5-7 sentences not including dialogue).

No profiles needed. HAVE FUN!!!!
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It was three years to the day by the calculations of the others. She'd personally lost track of time though was often reminded of it by those around her. It was not unusual for others to go about as though the years no longer mattered. Some even resorted to the moon patterns like past generations had. That was cool with her, going by the moon. You could tell when it was waxing and waning. Guess at the seasons though they hadn't really settled back into a routine just yet.

She'd only just joined these people in hopes of stability, still not having given in to their beliefs. Uber-christians, she called them. Saved by the grace of God and Baby Jesus or the coming or something. Her family was atheist. So was she. It was hard to get on board. Painful to listen to really. The leaders here looked like pictures of the Apostles she recalled. Bearded, dirty men in robes.

They all looked like bible characters or steampunk wannabes, she observed before looking at a reflection of herself in the nearby pond. Her dirty blonde hair had gotten long and was pulled into a bun in the middle back of her head though strays flapped around her ears and brow. Her face looked older than she recalled, womanly and battered. She was tired, slightly dirty, but pretty with even features and keen blue eyes. She missed makeup, liner especially, though occasionally ash was smeared under her eyes like a football player for practical purposes. It was close.

Her clothes at this point were a mix of handmade and scavenged. Her pants were the same she wore that day, heavy grey jeggings that were a little loose around the ankle. Her top was a discarded bit of black cotton joined by bits of leather in a corset fashion at her abdomen. She'd managed to create shoes not so much unlike her Toms. One of those silly (well she used to think they were) survival bracelets adorned her wrist.

She looked back toward the center of the makeshift community from her place on the rotten log she sat on. One of the leaders was preaching. Praise to the lord would go up here and there as he talked about the rebirth of the human race and pointed out that many of the women had succeeded in bearing the fruit. They were the vessels. She made a face. This group had not been forceful with outsiders, knowing they could lure them in all too easy so she'd been lucky.

Lindy McCormick was ok with that. She'd move on when she could, since just listening and nodding kept her in good graces for now. There'd been far worse on her travels here from Columbus. In all aspects, she was lucky to be alive. And that wasn't counting her time spent in the rubble of her school. She was a sophomore then, attending a graduation ceremony. Now she was eighteen years old, had no friends to speak of, and unwilling to become a vessel.

She was fairly sure the world wasn't done fucking with them yet.