The Never-Ending story: Roleplaying Edition. [READ FIRST POST]

[OOC] is this in 1st or 3rd person?

[IC]

Jevans stepped away from the necklace it was perfect, but all his work was. He decided to give it to cornelius a little early. Jevans grabbed his stuff and walked out the door.

He turned on his radio: "Ouromov, im planning to help in the on coming attacks. Call me whenever you see movement. Also, I have been learning engeneering and i can now make guns if you need any thing tell me what, where, and when. out."

Jevans was at the store, he handed the package to cornelius and had a small chat while Cornelius counted out and handed him the money. Jevans counted it as he left, $10,000 wow. That was a lot to pay for a small necklace, and with that he could probably buy enough supplies to build all the guns ouromov asked for and some for himself...
[OOC]
The way you're doing it right now.
 
[IC]

"Affirmative, Arc - We'll need some barrels as cover when Eviltown attacks." Ouromov replied.

"Oh, and be sure to Assaign anyone who doesn't have a weapon with a KF7 Soviet- They'll need it. Now ensure Radio silence - Switch to Secret frequencies. Ouromov Out." Ouromov ordered.

Arcella switched the radio over to the secret frequency, and shook her head as she looked at Prieten.

"Prie, Ouromov needs more barrels again. Why do you and I always end up getting stuck setting up the cover?! Shouldn't it be Dempsey? That guy's huge! He could lift 20 barrels with a single hand. But no, he gets to lounge in his tower." Arcella ranted.

Prieten whimpered slightly and bowed his head.

"Yea, sorry Prie--you're right. We all take turns doin' the grunt work and my time is up, I know. It turns out to be fair in the end." Arcella relaxed as she said this. "Well I guess we should get your gear on, Prie! We got a lot of barrels to load up." Arcella added a skip in her step as she turned from the direction of the town hall to her house. She and Prieten passed Jevans who was clenching an envelope and appeared pleased with himself but he had an edge to him, as if he was slightly troubled. Arcella would have to worry about Jevans later. First, she had to get Prie geared up to move barrels with her, some ammo for her Taurus Judge, and multiple weapons for both herself and others.
 
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[OOC] I'm afraid that since Ray and Shyril (who won't come till a little later) have come from an entirely different planet, they don't have any kind of communication system and Ray doesn't want one at the moment. (Shyril, as stated, won't be appearing yet.)

And to understand a few sections of this part, read the background story of my characters.

Finally, (just in case no-one knew the difference) single quotation marks in my posts are for a character's thoughts, whilst double are for speech.

[IC]

The sun shone brightly over a small park bench... 'Well, if there's something similar between this world and mine, the sun doesn't come with an on/off switch...' Ray thought, slowly sitting up.

He'd spent the night on the park bench, in a small park just a little way off from Town Hall. 'The sooner I find Shyril and get out of this place, and back home, the better I'll be... And maybe...' Ray rubbed his back '...Maybe I won't be so darn stiff in the mornings anymore.'

Suddenly his eyes went wide and Ray remembered how he'd ended up in this strange world. 'That's right.... My home was...' His eyes started to fill with tears as everything returned to his mind once again, like it had every day since it actually happened. 'Why do I keep thinking about it? Almost everything I see reminds me of home!!' Ray held his head.

But than, a thought that had never struck him before came into his mind.

"I wonder how Shyril must feel.... His home was originally that world... Subspace... But than he ended up in mine after the defeat of that Tabuu thing... And know he's lost another home... Not to mention me, the only friend he has. I hope he's ok....'

Ray opened his hand, looking at it. 'And I guess stupid Chaos Control won't work, it only works when both of us are present. Stupid thing... It could have sent us away from that rip in time and space, which separated us. But NO, you sent us straight to it. Well, you could've at least kept us together, you piece of crap!'

Ray closed his eyes to fight back the tears. 'Or even sent us somewhere that is familiar... I don't even know anyone here, and I've been here for a few days!....... Oh, forget it. Complaining about the cause of the problem won't help. I need to solve it.'

At that, Ray felt confidence in himself once again, standing up and clenching his fist whilst looking towards the sky 'I'll find you, Shyril... I don't care what it takes!'

"Here I come, Shyril!" Ray cried, running in the direction of the corner of Small Street and Small Ave.
 
[IC]
Tank was not yet aware of the confirmed impending Evil Town Attack Tomorrow at noon. It was already 5:00 PM. Usually by this time Tank was finished being the lookout. He decided that since there was still light out he would go to the forest in the North of Little Town and go eat. He picked up supplies from the General Store, ignoring anyone in his way, and headed towards the forest.

He was about half a mile in when he decided he wanted to stop and eat there. He got out the items he purchased at the general store. He got out, 2 slices of bread (Wheat), cheese (American), ham and lettuce. He fixed it up in a nice sandwich and started eating. The sandwich was gone as quickly as it was put together, but Dempsey didn't care. Compared to other foods and portion of foods he had eaten before, he was eating like a king. He then got out another bottle of his favorite drink, Juggernog. He took off the cap and pressed his lips on the topless bottle. But before he could even take a sip, he heard something in the bushes rumbling. He put down his drink and got out his M16.

"I know You're There!" Tank Screamed out.

"Come on out and I promise I'll make this quick!"

Out then emerged a 3 small beings.

[attachment=37:Shyguys.jpg]

Name: The Guy Bros, Green, Red and Yellow.

Age: Unknown, but they all seem to be young adolescents

Gender: All Male

Race: Shy Guy

Species: Shy Guy

Apperance: Look at picture.

Biography:The Shy Guy Brothers! Red, Green and Yellow! These little guys have been wandering around for a while now. These little guys have a sad back story. Their parents were kidnapped by a mysterious man. They used to live in a nice wooden fort like home somewhere deep in the Little Town woods. However the Mysterious man burned it down after he kidnapped their parents. The Brothers were playing outside when everything occurred and just watched in horror when they saw their parents get kidnapped and their house get burned down. They've been trying to go to Little Town for a few weeks but couldn't find it. The woods are a big place and they got easily lost. Luckily for them Shy Guys can go weeks without eating.

House: They have no home anymore.

Personality: Red- He is a bit braver then the others and kind of a leader among the brothers.

Green- He is the very Shy one. He is frightened easily and looks up to red for support. He has quite a sweet tooth.

Yellow- The untalkative one, he used to talk a lot but now he is very quiet.





"What the heck are you things?" Tank said still while pointing the gun at them.

Green immediately hid behind Red. "Wait Don't Shoot!" Red said in fear.

"Well, what are you?" Tank said.

"We're Shy Guys. Haven't you ever seen one?" Red Replied.

"No, but I don't really care. Now tell me why I shouldn't shoot you all right now?" Tank said, getting a grin on his face.

Red then said. "We're just kids. Please. We're just trying to get to a place called Little Town."

"Little Town eh? I can get you there." Tank said, putting the gun away.

"Would you please?" Red said losing fear and gaining confidence.

"Why Should I?" Dempsey said while then taking a drink from his juggernog.

"Please Mr, we lost are parents and we need to get to civilization!" Red pleaded.

"Fine, follow me." Tank then started off towards little town.

"Thank you!" Red said while following Dempsey.

The Shy Guy Bros were now off to civilization.
 
[IC]

"While walking up to the town, I found Juggernog bottles lying on the ground. If only they weren't empty, I could have used the energy."

"Keep note: small footprints on the ground, with a set of larger, humanoid ones. They were heading towards the town. This place seems to be getting more and more appealing. Hopefully the battalion won't follow me here, I don't know why, but I feel a connection to this place without even knowing anything about it."

"There is are some roads and a few shops, but I can't really see much without a scope or binocs. But wait, is that a watch tower? This town might be a little different than I thought. Either way, my mind is made up now, I've got to warn them about the battalion following me. No doubt we'll get 'em then."

[CLASSIFIED] continued walking down the highway.
 
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[IC]

Jevans was at his house again, but he wasnt going to stay there long. Since Ouromov had not replied about the guns, he turned his radio to public chat and asked if any one needed a gun which he would make and be ready before the attack. Jevans walked out of the house to go to the general store to buy the supplies he needed to make his guns.

On his way he ran into to dempsey and the shy guys. He had seen them before in the woods and actually became friends with them. "Hey dempsy, hey shy guys.
Is something wrong?"

Red explained to them about what happened. Jevans looked at dempsy and said"If you dont have a place for them to stay, I could let them stay at my house. they could help me with making guns. me and the shy guys are good friends"...
 
[IC]
Ouromov arrived at his Office. He picked up his phone. He dialed a number. "Ah, hello, Captian Rex. Are the clones ready yet? Ouromov asked. "Ah, good. Deliver them now. We don't want the affliates of Sepratists and other baddies from Getting their hands on the Spock -515G (Codeword for The World's ACTUAL Biggest golden nugget, Along with many other legends and Secrets) Now, would we?" "Exactly. Okay, 50 clones will do. One Tanker. Thanks." 50 seconds later, The clones arrived, with the tanker. "Okay, half of you go to the Desert area, the other half to the forestry area" Ouromov ordered. Suddenly, Ouromov got a transmission. It was from Eviltown. After seeing it, Ouromov looked around and saw the Shyguys and Jevans. Ouromov ran up to them.


[OOC]
Yes, Little town has many enemies, as they protect the Secrets of the universe. Some baddies know this, but they know that Ouromov will hold on until the very end.
 
So you didn't see the unimaginative characters/story?
Okay well anyway umm Dev... the whole city is like a box... how can it be properly defended... I think there should be a system of tunnels underground... Oh and how is Littletown getting weapons and ammo if they have so many enemies? Are there like Enchanters who make guns or...
 
So you didn't see the unimaginative characters/story?
Okay well anyway umm Dev... the whole city is like a box... how can it be properly defended... I think there should be a system of tunnels underground... Oh and how is Littletown getting weapons and ammo if they have so many enemies? Are there like Enchanters who make guns or...
The Town protects a Secret, and Secret services deliver weapons and ammo From underground Tunnels.
Secret serivces, i.e The Republic, The Mushroom kingdom, The Salvation army, Etc. Etc. And yes, the people make guns, they know how.
 
VOID
 
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The Shy Guys continued to follow Tank. Red tried asking him questions but Tank just ignored them. Finally they arrived at Small Street.

"You're here. Bye." Dempsey said as he left towards his home.

"Wait!" Red said. "Thank you."

"Whatever." Tank replied as he continued off.

"Wait. What's your name?" Red questioned.

Tank stopped. "Why do you need to know?"

Red then nervously said. "I want to properly thank you."

"It's Dempsey. Tank Dempsey. Now bye." Tank then left towards his home.

Red shouted out, enough for tank to hear, "Thank you Tank!"

Green also said thank you but couldn't be heard.

The Brothers went off to the general store. They knew they'd find someone willing to help them with their homelessness there.
Umm you're s'posed to read what other people wrote.
 
Name: Matthew W. Smith
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Species: Human
Apperance: Brown Hair | Glasses | Backpack | AWP | USP with a silencer | Flashlight | Generic Supplies
Biography: Smith is new in town. He works as a mercenary and tends to ask too many questions.
House: Pitches tent wherever he sleeps or finds an abandon house
 
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Name: Matthew W. Smith
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Species: Human
Apperance: Brown Hair | Glasses | Backpack | AWP | USP with a silencer | Flashlight | Generic Supplies
Biography: Smith is new in town. He works as a mercenary and tends to ask too many questions.
House: Pitches tent wherever he sleeps or finds an abandon house
Accepted, might want to make it longer and add a personality tab.
 
Accepted, might want to make it longer and add a personality tab.

I'll make a few updates.


Name: Matthew W. Smith
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Species: Human
Apperance: Brown Hair | Glasses | Backpack | AWP | USP with a silencer | Flashlight | Generic Supplies | Rugged Jacket
Biography: Smith is new in town. He works as a mercenary and tends to ask too many questions. HE is an intelligent person knowing multiple languages. He can handle tough missions, but can epically fail at certain times. He may work for money, but at times does the right thing.
House: Pitches tent wherever he sleeps or finds an abandon house
Personality: Social, thinks before actions
 
Smith walks through the desert sipping some water from a bottle when needed. He spots the town in the distance and holsters his sniper. He suddenly pulls it out again after hearing a roar behind him. A chill goes down his spine. "Hello", he yells, "Anyone out there?" "Anyone", he repeats. There is no response.
 
I'll make a few updates.


Name: Matthew W. Smith
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Species: Human
Apperance: Brown Hair | Glasses | Backpack | AWP | USP with a silencer | Flashlight | Generic Supplies | Rugged Jacket
Biography: Smith is new in town. He works as a mercenary and tends to ask too many questions. HE is an intelligent person knowing multiple languages. He can handle tough missions, but can epically fail at certain times. He may work for money, but at times does the right thing.
House: Pitches tent wherever he sleeps or finds an abandon house
Personality: Social, thinks before actions
Accepted without Incident.
 
[IC]

Arcella and Prieten arrived at their house and quickly sprung into action like clockwork. Arcella attached a leather and metal harness with kevlar body armor panels to Prie, assuring a snug fit. Arcella rolled out a large wagon from the tool shed in her backyard. There were two latches on either side of Prie's harness where Arcella securely attached it to him. Although Prieten was only a German Shepherd, he was very strong and could pull larger loads with his specially designed harness to evenly distribute the pressure and stress from the weight on his muscles. Arcella began loading up the wagon with barrels, weapon cases (containing various firearms but mainly KF7 Soviets) and ammo boxes. Prie whimpered as the ammo boxes went in, those weighed the most.

"Prie, knock it off--you know I'm going to help too." Arcella jabbed at Prie.

Prie rolled his head, as though responding with sarcasm.

"Prie, if we get this done fast, you know I'll to cook you up some prime rib when we're done, right?" Arcella coaxed.

Prieten's tail wagged slightly, and he began to pant.

"Heh, that's it Prie!" Arcella giggled.

Arcella began heading to town hall on her usual route in checking the status of armed and unarmed citizens of Littletown, as Ouromov had ordered.
 
[OOC]

me and super mario had some difficulties earlier, but he is going to fix it tomorrow.

[IC]

Once the shy guys decided to stay with Jevans for a while, they went to the general store to get food and to buy suplies and ammo for his guns. Jevans said that the shy guys could live with him as long as they promised to help him with anything he asked.

He got home with the supplies and started working. After ten hours of hard work he was finally finished. In the end he had made 2 RPG's, with plenty of ammo, 10 grenades, two desert Eagle hand guns and his favorite gun in the world: the AUG HBar.
 
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