The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[mcpop9]

"Well, i cannot force you into anything. But i'm not going to let you leave my sisters waiting for their answer. So, if you want to atleast be kind to them, go and tell them now, they're awake and waiting. My soul must have woken them up." she said to Wesker.
Upstairs, she had reformed and was her singular self again, twirling her thumbs in her lap.
[hr]
"I'm in Michigan, about to land." she said to Cortex. "And i needed the money, they already had nice things, so i simply took what was needed. she explained as she touched down. "I'll be back in a minute, let me get off the plane." she said and was soon outside the airport.
"Ok, so i'm to head to this aperture place. What do you want me to take a look at there?" she asked the doctor.[/spoiler]

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny

Rugal didn't even need to think about Devon's offer before he accepted it.
"Certainly. You do seem to have a way with words. Just Remember, our goal is to get as many weapons off them as possible." He reminded Devon as he spotted Just the boat he'd need docked nearby.
"Mmmm...Wealthy Owner who is not around, Pretentious design. It's perfect. Come on." He motioned for the others as he went about stealing it.


Jenny meanwhile listened closely to Melethia's instructions and questions about the ship.
"Well...I'm pretty sure they use standard diesel engines, like the ones in cars, only MUCH bigger. It should be in the hull somewhere." She explained, pointing to the base of the ship in the bay.
"Still, I think the motors for the ship are also located near the rudder so we might be able to hit two birds with one stone in that respect."

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

Santa Monica, Residence of Maximilian Christiansen: The Former Bernstein Cartel

"Right, Right, just stop harassing me about it." Wesker said as he made his way up the stairs to confront Mizune and hopefully end this peacefully.
[color=6c1504]"Oh this is going to be good..."[/color] Bison chuckled with glee, rubbing his hands together.
"Hey, Mizune. You awake?" He asked as he opened the door and came in.
"Listen...We need to talk..."

Captcha: Love Life: "Not you too, Captcha..." -_-"

[hr]

[color=b4b4]"Michigan?...Wait, you are actually going there?!"[/color] Cortec barked in her head.
[color=b4b4]"I was just ranting, I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to do it! wow....
...
Ummm...Well, seeing how you are there, I guess you could see if there are any suriviving Data Banks. Aperture was always hit and miss at best with their experiments, but when they made something good, it was REALLY good. To get there, just follow the masses of News Vans heading to the detetonation site."[/color] He ordered.
...
*Shakes Magic 8 Ball of Writers block*

 

[bluecrimson]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else

Devon nodded. "Okay, now what would one of your associates look like? I know it sounds crazy, but I'd like to makke this work right. So, what clothing? What shoes? What kind of watch? What hairstyle?" The light grilling for info as they all got on the boat showed that he was serious about getting this right, although it didn't seem to matter. Where would he get the outfit, for starters? It seemed a bit late to ask that, but then again, Teri could poof the stuff in if it was needed... But if that was the plan, why hadn't he called the cleric over?

Melethia chuckled impishly as she got on the boat. "Hmm, we can make them be dead in the water in one swift move if that's the case. All we'll ned to do is isolate the way those engines propel the ship and we'll be golden."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else

Rugal thought about this for a moment as he lightly shoved the door to the underside of the boat with enough to break the lock.
"Huh...This is a really nice boat..." He mused as he made his way over to the maintenance hatch for the engine.
"Mmmm...Business suit is a start, but more something that I'd wear rather than something a CEO would. A notable feature like a scar or something like that. If you have facial hair, make sure it's well groomed and stylized. It's less about what you wear and how you wear it." He explained as he attempted to hotwire the boat.

"Opps! Sorry, I meant to say the Propellers are next to the rudder! sorry!" Jenny corrected herself when she realized she made a mistake.
"Well...Either way, They won't be able to escape."

 

[StormShaun]

Almost got spunked Shawn, David and [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] VS Deadshot.
Location: Garica Streets.

Shawn punched the wheel as he saw the Assassin jumped onto the truck he just avoided. "Damn ..." He sneered. Looking to his side he saw Ton Ton, "Hold on tight, this is gonna be sudden and fast." Shawn said as he punched the accelerator and made a full U-turn, avoiding several pedestrians and cars, soon the road turned into a stadium full of honks and beeps.

It was unfortunate for most of the party since behind the duo in the car was a squad of Police Cars. "I'm guessing someone called the Police after my little fight." Shawn sighed as he placed the pedal to the metal and began to chase after the truck. Shortly, Shawn and Ton Ton were right behind the truck whilst having their own possie of cops behind them.

Not wanting to shoot the wrong person Shawn yelled over the loud wind, "David jump into the car! We got you!". Shawn said as the car pulled near him. Looking at Ton Ton Shawn wondered if he could help the situation. "You know how to drive?" Shawn asked him mostly worried.

 

[bluecrimson]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else

Devon thought it out and nodded. "Hmm, I think I understand... Let's get that look just right." After finishing his statement, Devon gained a few inches and was now wearing a suit [http://postfiles12.naver.net/20110407_43/whatsub_1302152267599pECN7_JPEG/32.jpg?type=w2] that wouldn't be out of place at one of Rugal's more dubious transactions. The new facial appearance [http://hairstylesreports.com/wp-content/uploads/Short-hairstyles-for-men04.jpg] he was sporting helped this as well, and it was clear from how he was holding himself that he was a man of power.

"I've still got a bit more to finish the job, but I believe the appearance fits the image we're going for. I'm caught between going as-is or putting that second layer of deception on, though. Cadolbolg, would you aid me in this?" He idly adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, trying to get the act down.

Devon casts Alter Self [http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/alterSelf.htm] to change his appearance!

Seeing that Teri was panicking less, Sadei tentatively responded to her earlier statement. "Yeah, just keep it in reserve. We really don't want to encourage her way too much, you know."

Ella eyed him up and grinned. "I'll stick by the ship with a weapon of my own in case they get trigger happy." Grabbing one of the guns from earlier, she looked more like eye candy than someone than a person that knew how to use the weapon right. It would catch the Da Nang boys off guard, certainly.

Finally, Melethia nodded at the statement. "That works too. In any case, we're gonna have to get moving real quick here to do our part. Ready?"

 

[bluerocker]

Almost got spunked Shawn, David and [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] VS Deadshot.
Location: Garica Streets.

"You know how to drive?"

Ton Ton would have blinked, if Tonberries could blink, and waved a small hand over himself, [color=15650D]"If I were your size, that could easily be arranged. However, in case you have not noticed yet, sir, I am not nearly sized enough for piloting this vehicle, much less in a high speed chase! However... I am good at jumping! And I'm tiny! I bet I could hop into that car and get his ankles, and you wouldn't have to worry about shooting a friendly!"[/color]

With that, Ton Ton began to climb out the window, desperately clinging to the side mirror as he made his way to the front of the car, thinking to himself, [color=15650D]"Why did I think this was a good idea?"[/color]

And as the little Tonberry made his leap of faith to grab the tailgate of the truck, a stream of [color=15650D]"OHGODWHYDIDITHINKTHISWASAGOODIDEAIDON'TWANTTODIEOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!"[/color]escaped the Tonberry's 'mouth' before he barely grabbed the edge of the truck, shaking like a leaf as he held onto the truck for dear life. After a moment to try to gulp, the Tonberry said to himself, [color=15650D]"[sub]Just pretend this is like riding on Cadolbolg's back. Just pretend this is like riding on Cadolbolg's back. Mistress, please be grant me strength....[/sub]"[/color]

With a shaky sob, the Tonberry began climbing up the truck to David and Deadshot's battle, desperately looking up instead of looking to the speedy ground below him.

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else

Teri and Garm, who were still a bit shaken up from the crazy car ride Ella had put them through. However, unlike the example Rugal created from screaming at the driver, Teri found herself much quieter and more on edge, sitting on a cushy couch as everyone got their plans under way, Garm doing his usual "giant wolf head in lap" routine to help calm himself and his Pup. As she pet the wolf to help ease her nerves, she answered back to her staff, [color=0E59E4]"Agreed. It's bad enough she tried to take over my brain once. We don't need her doing it again."[/color]
And like before, all the Cleric and her staff buddy only heard an annoyed noise from the Shadow; which still seemed to be placated by the recent round of violence. Whether or not that was a good thing, was anyone's guess. As everyone else milled about and began their plans, the Cleric took out her cross necklace and began a small prayer in an attempt to calm her nerves, as well as act as a meditation of sorts. If any of her water magic would be needed here, being a nervous wreck would do no good.

As for Cadolbolg (who was also sending everything to his airborne parents), the turtle dragon baby seemed delighted at the idea of helping his friend in his plan. Landing on Devon's shoulder the dragon-turtle gave a happy grin, and asked, "I'm always up to helping out, Friend Devon! What do I need to do?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else

Rugal meanwhile smirked with satisfaction as he heard the hum of the engine kick in.
"And we are in business!...Huh...That was fast..." He mused when he saw the "New" Devon, taking a moment to make a few changes to his suit, mostly just fiddling with the buttons to make it seem more worn.
"There, that should do. Just follow my lead and you should be fine." He said before making his way up to the wheel.
"Setting off, everyone" Brace yourselves." He warned as undid the rope holding it to the dock and began to set out for the Da Nang Ship.
"Melethia, Jenny, if you are going to set those bombs, I'd do it now."

In a world of bad ideas and pain Shawn, David and [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] VS Deadshot.
Location: Garica Streets.

Despite his wound, Deadshot was the one to climb up first with David as a close second, the 2 men struggling to stay upright on the moving truck as Shawn and the police tried to keep up.
The driver of the Semi panicked at the sight of the police and pushed his truck as fast as it could go.
Due to the close quarters, David and Deadshot opted for a fist fight as the speeding truck made shooting extremely hard, the pair of them exchanging blows with the Sniper getting the upper hand, seeing how he didn't have a bullet wound in his shoulder.

[color=15650D]"OHGODWHYDIDITHINKTHISWASAGOODIDEAIDON'TWANTTODIEOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!"[/color]
"Shit, Ton Ton." He cursed as he hit Deadshot with a large hook, knocking him down long enough for him reach his hand down.
"Come on! Take it!" He urged, not wanting to deal with Caim if he became roadkill.

 

[StormShaun]

Doesn't want to appear on COPS. Shawn, David and [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] VS Deadshot.
Location: Garica Streets.

Looking in-front of the car and Ton Ton jumping onto the truck, Shawn swore out loud, "Jesus ... why would he do that shit!" Shawn sighed. The Police Cars were right behind him, Shawn now adjusted his objective to eliminate them. Seeing the brick in the passenger side, Shawn grabbed it whilst wondering why the hell someone has a brick in their car. Next thing Shawn did was place it on the accelerator.

"Good, good ..." He said slowly to himself as he got up out of his seat carefully, so he would not adjust the steering at all. Remembering his flash bangs from earlier, he pulled a couple out and chucked them behind the car, hopefully blinding the police. "Well, all I can do is pray that they don't crash." Shawn shrugged as he pulled out his pistol again and covered David whom was saving Ton Ton.

Shawn was only thinking that he could pull out one of his bigger weapons and kill Deadshot in one shot.
Then he could classify him as "Deadshot". Shortly after thinking that, he wanted to wipe his own mind due to the lame pun.

 

[bluecrimson]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else



Melethia grabbed Jenny. "Try to keep up!" Thanks to the equipment the two had on, they could breathe well enoough under the water. Of course, Mel had waterproofed the charges and taken them out of the bags, but they'd have to keep a close eye on them. It'd be a little bit before they got to the staging area, but the ruse up top should give them enough time to get the deed done.

Of course, this left the others on the ship as the "new" devon readied one last spell. "Follow your lead? Why do that when we're business partners?" Even though Rugal knew that was a flat-out lie, this was only because he directly knew he didn't know Rugal from before. Anyone else that didn't know Devon, however, would have been convinced by the conviction of his words.

To finish it off, Devon casts Glibness [http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/glibness.htm] to ensure his upcoming ruse is entirely believable.

[color=c200]"SO, Bard, how do you intend to get us on board easily?"[/color] SLindis seened unamused, but at the same time intrigued by the man's actions.

"Ella will stay on board, but the others are business associates. Slindis and Teri, you're part of the bodyguards. Garm will have to be my rare Black WOlf from the Ukraine, and Cadolbolg... well, there's a bit that's special with you. Melethia and Jenny's attack will be from some disgrintled gangs unhappy with the Da Nang Boys." He knew he was gambling a lot, but considering this was effectively being planned on the spot, it was a lot better than what it could be.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else

Letting out an amused smirk, Rugal steered their vessel, the "USS Saint's Row", towards the Na Nang ship.
"If all goes well, this should be a walk in the park..." He said as he waved down one of the guards on the ship.
"ATTENTION! YOU THERE! HELP US DOCK!" He shouted, clearly getting the guard's attention and ire.
"{Who the fuck are you?!}"
"ENGLISH, YOU LITTLE YELLOW PRICK! YOU LIVE IN AMERICA, ACT LIKE IT!" He shouted back, acting up his part by throwing around some casual racism as they neared the ladder for boarding.
"Melethia. Jenny. You're up!" He said before the two of them dived (Well, Melethia dived and dragged Jenny with her) as several armed guards pointed their weapons down at them.
"{This is a private boat. Leave before I kill you!}"
"Really?...Darn, and here I was about to do business with your boss. Boy, he is sure going to be mad..." He Buffed well enough to make them uneasy and contact their captain.
"Second they get back, Bullshit away." He ordered Devon as a english speaking goon showed up with a radio in hand a few minutes later.

"I call Snakehead. He no make business with american dog. Why you here?"


"Wait, wha-AHHHHHH!" Jenny managed to get out before Melethia pulled her under the water, causing her to panic and swim for the surface, the elf managing to get her to calm down before their cover was blown.
It took a while, but she managed to get used to breathing underwater without drowning.
The pair of them soon reached the Rudder of the ship, it was MANY times bigger then any rudder Melethia might have seen back during her pirate days.

Another late post Shawn, David and [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] VS Deadshot.
Location: Garica Streets.

The Drive-By Flash Bangs did a number on the following police, causing them to spin out and crash into a large pileup behind Shawn who was now starting to realize the countless situations he could have gotten out of if he bothered to use these things before.
As David attempted to reach the dangling Tonberry, Deadshot was trying to get back upright as the Truck driver tore though the busy streets, causing several accidents as he ran through red lights.
Son of a ***** is going to kill us all....
...
I hate my plans. He thought as he looked back and saw David trying to save his friend.
Making the most of this, he then did the dumbest thing he could: Climb down from the trailer and start climbing his way to the Cab so he could carjack the Semi, cursing his poorly thought out plan as he did.

 

[StormShaun]

With great thigh power, comes great consequence. Shawn, David and [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] VS Deadshot.
Location: Garica Streets.

Driving whilst keeping a look out for Deadshot, he spotted the villain heading towards the cab of the truck.
Smiling at his stupidity and openness, Shawn opted for a different route. Driving faster along the road, he started to overtake the truck. Waving as he pulled up in front of the position Deadshot was hanging from, Shawn stepped onto his seat and pointed his gun at the assassin.

The only thing about this though is that he was steering the car with his thighs. Pulling out his second pistol, Shawn just began to fire upon his prey once more, but had a lack of accuracy due to the steering, focus and all that was in his way.

 

[bluecrimson]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else

The arms dealer known as Devon didn't even bother to shake his head as he talked next. "Really now? That would be quite... unwise. The Bernstein conglomerate will just have to sell the rest of our finished product to Su Zi Mu's dogs, and the difference in technology is along the lines of a crossbow against a semiautomatic rifle.

Are you sure your boss doesn't have time to deal with us? If we don't contact our men on the shore within so long, the deal will go down."

At this time, Melethia was now fully underwater with Jenny. "Bit bigger than what I expected, but we've got the charges here to make this work. Jenny, place the charges along the points where it makes the indents, since that's probably how they turn this. If we need more explosives for the propeller, I'll have to surface. If that happens, I'll need some cover."

Spoiler: The Rudder

She showed Jenny exactly what she meant by setting up the charges on the upper section of the rudder.

 

[Ninjamedic]

Somewhere in the Internet.

Hidden away in some random server, the AI entity continued on its usual routines and business, until an answer to his constant SOS emails arrived. With no apparent sender, no address, no service provider and no signal to track, the message was direct and concise.

Viscus,

I can't help but notice your situation, would you like me to get you out? I don't mind helping you providing you listen to an opportunity I have for you. A short meeting, that's all I ask for. Do you accept? Feel free to respond in your own time.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else

"{....}"
Needless to say, they were let on board and given nearly free reign of the ship, no one wanted to be the fool that let the American Money go to the Triads.
"Bernstein Conglomerate...Has a ring to it doesn't it?" Rugal mused, getting a major nostalgia trip of his arms dealing days.
After a brief check of the area, he then said to Slindis "Whatever you are going to do, do it now. If you need to take care of a guard to do so, just be quiet about it." before the "Business men" made their way towards the Bridge of the ship, passing by men with Rifles with acid dripping from their barrels as they did.
"Snakehead down in Hold, Waits for you." the one grunt with an understanding of english said as they brought them down into the hull of the ship.

"Okay....Man, this feels weird..." Jenny mused, the water breathing enhancement working it's magic (seeing how she was still alive) as she planted the bombs in those locations very slowly.
Planting bombs was nerve racking enough on land, nevermind underwater.

Indeed... Shawn, David and [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] VS Deadshot.
Location: Garica Streets.

"FUCK! SHIT! COCK! ASS! PRICK!" Deadshot shouted as bullets impacted the side of the trailer he was barely hanging onto, This was nearly as bad as his escape from Unity Station!
And it soon got a lot worse...
*POP!* went one of the Cab's wheels thanks to Shawn's pray and spray, both him and the fleeing assassin froze when they saw this.

All of a sudden, the Truck veered to the Right, towards the buildings and where Shawn was Drive-By'ing it, meaning it was about to crush both of the men when it would smash into the building.
"OH FUCK ME!" Deadshot shouted as he tried to climb up to avoid this fate.

Internet: Viscus

Months had past since the AI mastermind was trapped here, stuck in a Aperture Science Potato Battery with no means to get out.
With his limited power supply, his functions were reduced to that of a mere Wifi Port, barring the odd Email attempting to convince someone to come and set him free.

Then he got that message.

[sub][INTERNAL MONOLOG : I have no data on whomever sent this. But all other possible options have been eliminated]

[/sub] He "Thought" as he attempted to scan the fi-

[POWER SOURCE DEP[sub]leeeettt[sub]tteeee[sub]dddd...[/sub][/sub][/sub]

He stated as his barrety went dead, something that occurred whenever he attempted to do...well, ANYTHING!
A few minutes later, enough charge was built up for him to come back online, but the time he spent powered down grew with each passing day, he needed to escape so he answered with a single word email to save power:

"Speak."

 

[Ninjamedic]

???: Viscus

"Speak."

Within an instant, Viscus appeared in a small cafe in San Fransisco, at the top of a slope, overlooking part of the city. He was free, and .....seated. He was now back in his original armor, it somehow restored by the same power that brought him here. Opposite the small table in front of him was a man in a smartly kept suit, his attention diverted to a television in the background showing news of the chaos in San Andreas. He looked a little too well kept, his face perfectly shaven, his clothes completely spotless. There was definitely something non-human about him, but nothing Viscus could identify that matched his records.

The man leaned back into his chair "A Mocha Frappe, please." His order made, he tilted his head lazily back to Viscus. "So, enjoying your freedom?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

???: Viscus

"...Can....Not....Compute..."

Viscus stated, the "Super Genius" AI unable to figure out how the hell this stranger managed to free him, let alone transfer him into another armor.

"...Are you of the entity: "Authors"?"

He asked as he did a diagnostic on his suit, finding it to be up to his Specs.

"...And Where did you get the Data to make this Viscus Mark I armor?"

He added in a much more threatening tone, he wasn't the type to share that kind of information.

 

[bluecrimson]

San Fierro Bay Area: Rugal/Jenny/Everyone Else

Devon walked alongside Rugal and tried to make note of where everything was on the ship. "Snakehead, let's make this a profitable venture for the both of us. We've had some flawed prototypes of our weapons get leaked to your men recently. Of course, we don't know who may have done this, but they weren't going to be released for the a very dangerous reason. After all, no businessman wants the reputation of having products that fail explosively.

THere's also the annoying little factor of some of my workers getting opinions of this thing they call a 'living wage'. I won't lie: a few hundred of your products could patch up that rather cleanly, and we could wire the funds into your accounts rather easily." He did his best to keep a poker face on, an effort aided by the glasses he wore.

Up top, though, SLindis addressed the man that seemed to on charge up top. [color=c200]"WHile my bosses work with your bosses down below, they want us to check on the quality of some of our soon-to-be workers."[/color] If the man was to say no, though, she'd have to take him down rather quickly. Teri's slightly nervous disposition didn't aid it too much, although the rather large wolf by her side baring his teeth may have helped balance it out.

And below the water, Mel gave a thumbs-up top Jenny as she finished with her second set of bombs. "You're learnin' pretty quickly, Jenny. We can swim to the side of the ship to ignore most of that blast when it comes... We'll have to be a bit more careful around the propeller. First, though, I need to get a better material for that. I'd go with the normal stuff, but smaller is better here." With that, Mel gave the universal sign for surfacing.

 

[Ninjamedic]

San Fransisco: Viscus

"...Are you of the entity: "Authors"?"

"No, I'm far more than them, I make far more use of my powers." He began responding to Viscus's questions still in the reclined pose, his eyes regularly glancing over to the cafe front to see if bis coffee was made yet.

"...And Where did you get the Data to make this Viscus Mark I armor?"

"You did, when I willed you into a more suitable form for this meeting. I know a lot about your species and their technology." He sat up slightly more now. "You've made yourself quite well known, it wasn't that difficult."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

San Fransisco: Viscus

Viscus was now extremely curious about how this man was and what did he want from him.

"...Who are you and To what end have you freed me for?"

He then asked as he scanned the room, using visual cues and the people in it to pinpoint his current location: CSI style.
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