We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)

[the12thDoctor]

a small blue metallic device long covered by sand begins to spin and suddenly gives off a bright light.a man with a hardhat,goggles and overalls slowly steps off the device,holding a wrench in his gloved right hand,he covers his face with the other and mutters "dagnabit damnit" as the teleportation device explodes as he steps off it.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

A figure in dark body armour trudges through the desert, a sniper rifle in his hands.
He crouches down in a small dune and looks around for signs of life. The helicopter catches his eye, and he makes a beeline for it. The sniper rifle starts to break apart, and a submachine gun takes its place.

 

[Outisakanobody]

The man wanders into the path of Zer0 without noticing him.

 

[Random berk]

Another hand appeared in the seam of the door and yanked it right open with a screech of tortured metal. From within the wreckage, a tall man in a black trenchcoat stepped out, holding one hand gingerly against his forehead. He had spiky black hair, a pointed goatee and sallow, craggy skin. His eyes were green and hard, and his face twisted into a scowl that looked like it belonged there permanently. Strangely, he had what looked like very minimalistic black lens frames on either side of his face, which seemed to have been grafted directly onto his face. He looked towards the cockpit, and gasped when he saw that it was completely crushed in.
"Jesus. Malik!" He exclaimed in a low, hoarse voice and rushed to where the other man was struggling with the wreckage. Even as he got close, he could see that there was no chance she could have survived the impact.

 

[drmigit2]

The jester figure saw the pretty toys made by the construction worker and excitedly hopped over, rising higher and higher in the air until he just gave up and flew over waving. "Hey what you got there? Looks fun!"

Upon closer inspection, the mechanic could see the clown had two machine guns strapped to his sides, a bag filled to the brim next to it and a large wooden club with one half having nails sticking out of it strapped to his back. The other half had no nails and bounced up and down.

 

[FPSfanatic]

Bryce looked to the strange cyborg that was running to him. He yelled "Hey, help me with this cockpit, we need to get the pilot out!" He pounded one last time on the window, before grunting unhappily. If anyone looked closely and saw under the skin a duster would cover, they would see long swirling words reading 'WARNING, THIS CARRIER CAN INFECT THROUGH: BLOOD, SALIVA, SEMEN. ADVISE NO DIRECT CONTACT.' He pulled out a pistol, put his hand on the screen, and began pounding his fingers with the butt of the gun, letting out a scream once the fingers broke.

 

[DotSlash]

The guy breaks through the storm to the clearing, letting out a few loud coughs as he throws his hood off and unzips his hoodie, shaking the sand off. He was pretty simply dressed with a plain white t-shirt, a small black dog tag around his neck and black jeans. His shoes were black with white velcro straps and odd glowing blue pieces of metal on the heels of them. As he finishes shaking the sand off his black and white hoodie, he approaches the girl and the blue haired man. Having a feeling he wasn't going to be the only once there, he shoves his hands into his pockets and sits down at the base of the tree.

 

[Furioso]

Two figures emerge from the sandstorm and looked around. The first, a man of average height with black hair and a peculiar cape, is the first to speak
"Hm? Well, it seems the moon has changed quite a bit since our last visit."

The second man, who was at least a foot taller than the first, with long silver hair replied
"No, my Lord. This is not the moon, it appears my portal took us somewhere else entirely."

"Then where are we, and what has been done with the moon?!" said the first man

"...Nothing my Lord, I would know if something had happened to it. For now let's try to find out what has happened." said the second man as they both walked in the direction of the woman in the chair.

 

[Chungus]

The gun-wielding man continued to traverse the desert, braving the sandstorm, holding his head low with his right hand infront of his eyes and holding his left hand over his mouth. He heard the voices of several other people in the distance and wondered what possesed them to be out in the open. Not wanting to be in the open himself, he continued on towards the closest thing resembling shelter. The tree.

 

[Random berk]

"Stand aside!" The man ordered as he reached the cockpit. Drawing back his right arm, he punched straight through the plexiglas windscreen of the wreck, reaching down and hitting a switch on the dashboard. There was a series of cracks as the explosive canopy bolts triggered, and he lifted the whole windscreen away before throwing it aside. The pilot hung motionless in her crash straps, a large purple bruise on her forehead and a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. These signs were bad enough, but the man didn't even check for vital signs, simply hung his head and cursed, slamming his fist down on the dashboard.
"God damn it..." After a few moments, he straightened up and turned to look at Bryce. A black of dark gold lenses extended over his eyes with a distinctive 'snick'.
"Who are you? Where the hell are we?" He demanded.

 

[the12thDoctor]

as the texan trudged through the sand towards the nearby tree he noticed the well armed jester floating towards him. picking up his pace stated "shucks,shoulda brought more gun"

 

[FPSfanatic]

Bryce looked down, pained from the break. "I've... I did not think you were that strong. Okay then. I'll get her under cover, you gather up some of the others." He then unbuckles her, putting his unbroken fingers where her neck met her shoulder, shifting up to look for a pulse. He saw The cyborg pound the dashboard. "Hey, calm down, we don't know if she's dead. We can still get her out of this."

 

[drmigit2]

The clown was still flying and hovered above the Texan. Seeing he was getting nervous the jester yelled "Don't worry, we aren't here to fight yet."

 

[Chungus]

The man reached the tree where he found a young man with blue hair and a woman sitting against the tree's trunk. As he walked closer, he was pleasantly suprised that the sandstorm didn't seem to affect this paticular area. I do so hate the desert. I'll be digging sand out of every orifice for the comming week. Now to find out where I am...

"Ho there. I seem to be lost. Care to tell me where we are?" he asked.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: @FPS While I guess the shades are obviously enough to qualify someone as a cyborg, bear in mind that with his coat and gloves on, none of Jensen's augmentations are actually visible.

The man looked back into the cockpit as Bryce unbuckled the crash harness.
" She's dead. Trust me." He replied grimly. "And there's no one else on board. Do you know somewhere safer than this wreckage? Somewhere we can reach even in this sandstorm?"

OOC@ Realistically in a sandstorm the wreck would be the safest place to stay until it subsides, but for the sake of the RP we should probably suspend that ppiece of desert lore.

 

[Saltyk]

Why is this place unaffected? It makes sense if this tree is Yggdrasil...
The blue haired man suddenly heard a voice and looked at the new figure. "My name is Ryu. As far as I can tell, this is the Desert of Death... Who are you?"

Spoiler: My Character

Name: Ryu
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Hair color: Blue
Eye color: Blue
Job: Wanderer
Class: Warrior
Weapon: Sword​

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Alright, first last post of the new thread. I've still got it.

 

[FPSfanatic]

OoC @Berk I was mostly thinking about how he just watched you punch through solid steel, or something like it, and then lob the screen over your head like it was nothing. That, plus the weird eye slats on his head, would point to cyborg.

"You su..." he then finds no pulse. Shrugging, he hoists the corpse out of the wreck. "Well, I think I saw a person or two moving to that weird blob thing over there." He then points to the tree. "I'll take the body over there, picking up anyone I. Hang on." He grips his fingers and reinserts them into their sockets, each one cracking. He swore viciously. "Okay, that fixes that. I'll pick up people on the way, you try and swing around the outside and find anyone who was walking away. think I say some guy walking away, offered him a bandanna. You want one yourself, before you head out?"

 

[TilMorrow]

The girl felt the sand beside her shift as someone passed by and ceased bobbing her head and lazily opened her eyes to look around. "Huh?" she murmured as she noticed that one of her eyes were obstructed before remembering that she had a helmet on. Puffing out some air, she raised her hands and removed the helmet that obscured half her face which let her orange and red hair hang slightly looser in it's short ponytail. She blinked once so that her eyes got accustomed to the light before looking around again and seeing that a guy with a hood had sat nearby her and that a guy with blue hair and scarf standing a short distance away. She raised a hand to her face and yawned before brushing off some leaves that fallen on her brown and purple sleeveless jacket and black trousers. She then stretched slightly before turning to the guy sat nearby her and simply saying "Hey."

 

[Saltyk]

OOC: Alright, first last post of the new thread. I've still got it.

OoC: If it makes you feel any better, I got the first first post of the new thread. Which seems to be telling me that it should become part of the WAOA Drinking game.