WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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Royce smiled, and took the aliens hands. "Thanks Garrus. I...I'm glad it was you I told." was all he said.
The crew of the Normandy got back on the ship in groups. Shepard and Garrus were last. At the airlock, Shepard turned, and looked out over the town, and the group, preparing for war.
"Good luck." She said, before entering the ship and sealing the airlock. The Normandy's thrusters powered up, and it lifted into the air, before blasting off into space.
Meanwhile, Dromaeus had decided to go for a wander down the street. As he passed one shop with a number of rectangular tablets inside, an icon on one caught his eye. He looked at it, and among the other runes on it, it had one word; Skyrim! He gasped, then punched through the window, ignoring the protests of the man boarding up the window across from it. He seized the box in one hand and brought it close to his face, wondering what it could mean. Suddenly there was a flash of light. Dromaeus dropped the box and looked around, a hand on his sword, before realising that he was on an open grassy plain, surounded by mountains, with a tall city on the horizon; Whiterun. He looked down at the box, which was now just blank green plasstic, before smiling and making his way towards the city, humming a tune to himself.
In space, the Normandy accelerated up to jump speed. Shepard stood behind Joker as he worked. Suddenly, a huge rift in space opened in front of them. It was hard to see the difference except for two details. The border of the rift glowed slightly, and on the other side, they could see a giant, majestic mass relay. Shepard smiled.
"Take us home, Joker."
"Already there, Commander." As he spoke, the Normandy sailed past the border, and the rift sealed, leaving nothing but black, empty space behind.
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And with that, I'm off. Later everyone!
"Good luck." She said, before entering the ship and sealing the airlock. The Normandy's thrusters powered up, and it lifted into the air, before blasting off into space.
Meanwhile, Dromaeus had decided to go for a wander down the street. As he passed one shop with a number of rectangular tablets inside, an icon on one caught his eye. He looked at it, and among the other runes on it, it had one word; Skyrim! He gasped, then punched through the window, ignoring the protests of the man boarding up the window across from it. He seized the box in one hand and brought it close to his face, wondering what it could mean. Suddenly there was a flash of light. Dromaeus dropped the box and looked around, a hand on his sword, before realising that he was on an open grassy plain, surounded by mountains, with a tall city on the horizon; Whiterun. He looked down at the box, which was now just blank green plasstic, before smiling and making his way towards the city, humming a tune to himself.
In space, the Normandy accelerated up to jump speed. Shepard stood behind Joker as he worked. Suddenly, a huge rift in space opened in front of them. It was hard to see the difference except for two details. The border of the rift glowed slightly, and on the other side, they could see a giant, majestic mass relay. Shepard smiled.
"Take us home, Joker."
"Already there, Commander." As he spoke, the Normandy sailed past the border, and the rift sealed, leaving nothing but black, empty space behind.
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And with that, I'm off. Later everyone!
Mmmm... not sure if it's the END... we didn't really END anything, it's the END for Shepard and co., but we just need to brainstorm a new plot, or at least see if Drak's mystery cloaked figure has anything cooking up...Outisakanobody said:
OOC: Personally I'd prefer if someone else took over the plot from here. I pretty much used up most of my ideas so if I just brought back white-cloak then everyone would just be fighting robots until I can think of something more interesting. Not saying I'm not willing to bring the robots back eventually, but I don't want to just be making everything up as I go along because then there would just be a lot of filler in between the interesting bits.
Also is anyone else even still here?
Also is anyone else even still here?
OoC: Either way... >_>
Sandrock landed in central Egypt, waiting for the Maganac Corps to rendezvous up with him
Sandrock landed in central Egypt, waiting for the Maganac Corps to rendezvous up with him
OoC: And I don't really have enough time to make any story up... I wouldn't be able to post enough spread out. I got something going, but it needs alot of thinking...
OOC: As long as someone's here I might as well introduce my new character then.
A wormhole opened above the ruins of Preginald's dome in Ireland and a small ship flew out and crashed violently into the ground. The door was blown off and the creature inside began to stir. It leaped out, brandishing a long-bow and two swords. As it landed it assumed a combat stance, but as it eyed its surroundings it noticed something amiss. The dome was already in ruins, and its prey was nowhere in sight. Angrily the creature kicked at the ground and withdrew its weapons. Seeing a group nearby the creature eyed them warily to see if they might be hostile. The group mostly consisted of humans, and a strange creature without depth. Humans. Not the worst thing to find here. But certainly not the best. And what in the spirit's name is that?. The creature began to feel the pangs of hunger associated with long, uninterrupted travel. I'll have to risk it, there's no good hunting land for miles. The creature approached the group with slow, deliberate movement, hoping to avoid startling them into violent action.
Name: Chak'tika
Race: Thri-Kreen
Pyrokineticist.
Pyrokineticists have a myriad of fire-based powers including, but not limited to, setting their hands on fire, setting their weapons on fire, setting themselves on fire, flying, incinerating living creatures from the inside out, and creating large localized explosions.
A wormhole opened above the ruins of Preginald's dome in Ireland and a small ship flew out and crashed violently into the ground. The door was blown off and the creature inside began to stir. It leaped out, brandishing a long-bow and two swords. As it landed it assumed a combat stance, but as it eyed its surroundings it noticed something amiss. The dome was already in ruins, and its prey was nowhere in sight. Angrily the creature kicked at the ground and withdrew its weapons. Seeing a group nearby the creature eyed them warily to see if they might be hostile. The group mostly consisted of humans, and a strange creature without depth. Humans. Not the worst thing to find here. But certainly not the best. And what in the spirit's name is that?. The creature began to feel the pangs of hunger associated with long, uninterrupted travel. I'll have to risk it, there's no good hunting land for miles. The creature approached the group with slow, deliberate movement, hoping to avoid startling them into violent action.
Name: Chak'tika
Race: Thri-Kreen
Pyrokineticist.
Pyrokineticists have a myriad of fire-based powers including, but not limited to, setting their hands on fire, setting their weapons on fire, setting themselves on fire, flying, incinerating living creatures from the inside out, and creating large localized explosions.
Royce was still standing around in Ireland with Joe, not really sure what he was going to do with himself in the immediate future. As he thought about this he thought he heard something approach him. Looking toward the sound he saw a strange creature with multiple arms coming his way. He put his hand on his revolver as he looked at it curiously, but made no other hostile actions.
Joe looked over at the giant bug thing. "AAAHH! Giant Ants!! They've come to steal ma sweets!!"
Joe quickly drew a big fly swatter. "You better not be looking for my candies! I like junk food almost as I like ribs!!"
Joe didn't seem 'hostile', just silly and protective.
OoC: Thanks Mcpop!
Joe quickly drew a big fly swatter. "You better not be looking for my candies! I like junk food almost as I like ribs!!"
Joe didn't seem 'hostile', just silly and protective.
OoC: Thanks Mcpop!
Chak'tika saw the depth-less one draw a large weapon of some kind and held up his hands. "Hold strange one, I mean no harm. I'm a traveler here seeking someone and I haven't eaten in days. Might you be willing to spare a little food?" Chak'tika's speech was peppered with occasional clicks and whistles, and as he ended sentence they were followed by the snapping of his mandibles.
"So you were after my... Wait days?!" Joe starts to rummage through his pockets but found nothing edible to the Ant man. "Um Royce I only got 2D food with me... and I don't think he'll trust me to pull him into the 2D realm just for a bite to eat... You got anything?"
OoC: It's alright for tomorrow for me, I'm going to bed in the next couple minutes.
OoC: It's alright for tomorrow for me, I'm going to bed in the next couple minutes.
OOC: @Zeph is good at summaries.
"Uh...sure." Royce said as he cautiously took off his pack and rummaged around in it till he came across a can of crackers. "Will this be alright?"
"Uh...sure." Royce said as he cautiously took off his pack and rummaged around in it till he came across a can of crackers. "Will this be alright?"