Post by The Remnant on Sept 25, 2011 10:18:20 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Old world's waking up again. Might have a chance this time."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Had a name once. Haven't used it. Been a long time. Just a remnant of an old world. (The Remnant, name to be revealed)"
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Been too long. Didn't bother counting. Only affiliation's the flag on my back. [Neutral, appears to be in his thirties]"
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"No."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Lot of things. Smart not to ask a second time. Use this pole in combat."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Pushing your luck."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Six eight."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Thin for the height. You'd say bulky."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Old world is waking up. 'till it does, I carry it on my back. She'll come. Wear a gas mask so the mist doesn't get me, duster with the old world flag on the back. Boots, black pants. Simple. Usually have a hat. Got a Kevlar vest under the duster."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Myself. [Fallout: New Vegas DLC: Lonesome Road cover art character (The Courier?)]"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Trying my patience."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"New world's behavior. Cats. The ones who have forgotten their identities. The dislikes. Not many likes. No reason to pick new ones. Cycle will make sure it doesn't show up a second time. Like to see people trying to make it. People with hope. People who can shape the new world."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Harming nosy interviewers."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Historian. Been around for all the destroyers cycles. Spread the legends. Keeps me alive out of her ego. Listens to them like a kid. Probably forgets them. Welcome to ask some time."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Have my doubts."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"No. Story time isn't now."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"From the old world. First cycle. Destroyer took a liking, made me immortal. Not my choice. Parents died. Long time ago, the one who breathes the death of worlds. Deceiver came after him. Proud one and messenger came through after. Managed to put up a fight. Destroyer was impressed, made me her personal storyteller. Been a lot of cycles since then."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Forced with the plague, the deceiver, the proud one and the messenger. Not my choice. Wish they would have finished me."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Made storyteller of the destroyer. Been there for most of what her children do. Seen the same thing too many times. Cycle has to end. Seen this world since it was made. Still might be a chance here. Others went straight to in fighting. Going to need a lot of cooperation to stop it. Maybe... now's the time to fight fate's hand. Seems different, this world. Seem to be good at that."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"I think it's time the wrath of the old world rose again. It's time I gave them a fighting chance..."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Dr. Klein
age. 17
rp experience. Too long
rules. Thundaga
rp sample.Cold eyes watched as the battle raged in front of the city of Esthar. A hand reached for his hat moments before a powerful gust of air announced the messenger's arrival. Late as usual, but he found himself caring less and less with each cycle. In less than a minute, the city of Esthar was leveled as the soldiers stood watching in horror. It had been neutral, Esthar. Why the destroyer wanted it gone was beyond both his knowledge and capability to do anything. What happened next, however, defied what had happened in previous cycles when such happened. The soldiers raised swords and guns to resume fighting as had happened in countless other situations... and their leaders ordered them to stand down. The remnant of the old world had his turn at last to be surprised. He remembered the last time people had done such. It had been the first cycle.
The old world's warden lifted his pole off the ground and snapped it to his shoulder, a light shining in eyes that had been dulled for years. Ignorance and apathy had been rampant in the cycle since its onset.... but now, he saw something new. Compassion. Hope. Strength. He made his way almost silently to where the leaders of the warring nations, those of Archades and Cocoon, were meeting in a small tent. Sharp ears listened carefully to their words. Slowly, a smile spread over his face. After hundreds of years of strife and bloodshed within the cycle, something had changed. He could feel it in the atmosphere now, where until that moment he had only noticed the faintest glimmer.
This world. This world had a chance. They had that special spark that they would need to fight. The old world's remnant strode away from the battlefield with a considerable spring in his step, something he hadn't shown in a long time. There was a chance that the cycle could be stopped, and the destroyer locked away this time. Perhaps now was the time to share the knowledge of the old world with the strength of the new world. "Time to get to work,"He said to himself, a spark in his gray-blue eyes "Spent too much time. But they have a chance. They can put an end to these old world problems." The remnant of the old world polished the head of the pole he carried with the hem of his duster, allowing the emblem there to shine in the sunlight once more before holding it high. "Destroyer'll finally get a taste of old world fury."
