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by Tiltjuice » Mon May 25, 2015 2:00 am
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Swith Witherward wrote:"The man may have left prints on the hood," Brother Adrastus nodded, "I'll send a brother down to lift them, if you don't mind, Mr. Bela."
Swith Witherward wrote:"The room I have in mind once housed the lower mechanisms of a telescope. It's since been stripped bare and cleaned, but its circular design would suit your needs, Anais. [...] Tell me what is needed. The brothers can bring all the items here and arrange them however you like."
by Swith Witherward » Mon May 25, 2015 7:25 pm
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The Carlisle » Mon May 25, 2015 7:28 pm
by Torsiedelle » Mon May 25, 2015 8:27 pm
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by Monfrox » Tue May 26, 2015 12:16 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Highfort » Tue May 26, 2015 5:34 am
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by Monfrox » Tue May 26, 2015 4:34 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Northwest Slobovia » Tue May 26, 2015 5:07 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:"Knowledge never expires, Brit," Brother Adrastus sagely advised, "It only gathers dust if disused. Basic first aid skills would be handy if transporting wounded in the tunnels below. First responders and field medics stabilize, don't they?"
Swith Witherward wrote:"Ley lines in Bielefeld are unlike any ley lines found anywhere else in the world. This is in part because the entire continent moves. The lines shift, rotating like gears in order to line up with the lines in the new location. We're currently close to Europe. The lines are aligned to match Stonehenge, but also to complete lines running towards Egypt and the pyramids in South America. There are only two points on this continent where they converge: here under the Observatory and under Demen's Towers, your own Building."
His brow furrowed and he added, "I suspect the ley lines in Bielefeld are artificial. The Nifid did a very good job at scrubbing everything."
by Swith Witherward » Tue May 26, 2015 8:33 pm
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Tiltjuice » Tue May 26, 2015 8:45 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Ship
"Do all conservators sleep in SUVs?" Will's weight rocked the vehicle slightly as he came to rest against the fender.
A cigarette lighter's flame momentarily illuminated his sharp facial features as he puffed his cigarette to life. "Don't mean to intrude, Chrys. Only came back here to make certain we were good to go to warp. Troubles with Hans? I'd say it's not like him to kick a beautiful woman out of his quarters, but I can't recall him ever involved in a relationship before now."
He breathed out a plume of strangely scented smoke. "Unless, of course, this has nothing to do with the kraut and everything to do with Miss Chrys herself. Targ hunts or Conservator woes got you down, luv?"
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Tue May 26, 2015 8:52 pm
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by Mincaldenteans » Tue May 26, 2015 10:27 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Tea and Conspiracy
The Brisbys listened quietly as Hunter spoke, offering the occasional nod as he touched upon points that were all too familiar to them. It was Roger that set his cup down and spoke first.
“In honesty, we appear far more organized than we really are,” he sighed. “We’ve lost too many members over the last year and that has greatly affected our efficiency. Trust and skill are indeed in short supply now, and that compounds the problem significantly. But we were never meant to be this type of resistance group. Not really. Perhaps I should begin at the beginning? It might offer answers to your concerns.”
He slowly swept off his glasses and seemed to contemplate the legs a moment before folding them and slipping them into his breast pocket. “In 1943, I was part of the Żydowska Organizacja Bojowa in Poland. It was there that I met my beautiful Margret,” Roger patted his wife’s hand fondly, “but it was also where I met Captain Minerva Blackwater. Oh, she wasn’t part of Chaos then, but she was part of a movement that kept many of my people out of the death camps. I suppose she was a regular thorn in Hitler’s side. We reconnected about three years ago when she came to Vaffelhelm to help her Chaos employers thwart the Drones. She remembered me, and she recruited me to her cause.”
“Civil defense,” Margaret Brisby interjected.
Roger nodded. “Indeed. Chaos was setting its chess pieces up for Drone confrontation when a new problem emerged: Cthulhu. Humans were grossly affected by its minions, to the point of insanity. Minerva was in dire need of people – of abhumans – capable of withstanding the effects. She came to us. My Margaret isn’t human, you see. And I am an altered being. It was Residents that saved the day-“
“Naomi and Bones,” the woman smiled.
“-but our hastily laid groundwork blossomed into a civil defense plan for the average citizen. We – that is, the citizen’s group – designed and implemented programs through the various schools. We put the word out. We established a communication network that the Drones couldn’t infiltrate. And, when that dreadful day came, we set our plans in motion. Every last citizen found safety in the shelters we helped build, all of them guided there by responsible young men and women from local high schools, junior high schools, and the university.”
Roger closed his eyes, preferring to skip over certain dreadful memories, and drew a steadying breath. “Veffelhelm was destroyed. Entirely. The citizens didn’t see it happen. Instead, our civil defense group remained beside them in the shelters, keeping them calm. They lost everything. We all did. Our clothing, our possessions, our photographs and other irreplaceable items. When we emerged into this dimension again, we discovered homes and vacant stores. We found hospitals and schools. Everything was rebuilt. We rejoiced, and then many of us began to rebuild our lives.”
“We thought that would be the end of it,” Mrs. Brisby shook her head. “We thought that we – Roger and I and those in the civil defense group – could go back to the way things were. But then the city’s proposition was rejected by the Residents, and resentment began to brew within the population.”
She brushed stray hair from her forehead and tucked it back into its bun. “It started with the youth and rode on the coattails of the Residents that grumbled over lack of recognition. The altercation at last year’s carnival was just the tip of the iceberg. Not long ago, Minerva contacted us once again.”
The woman fell silent, waiting for Roger to take up the story, but the man had bowed his head and seemed lost in his own reflections.
“There weren’t many of us civil defense people left,” Margaret continued. “Most had left after the Drone attack. Minerva spoke of a need – an old need that harkened back to our time in Poland. Abs were being singled out. Hostilities were rising. The Residents were ignorant to the situation, and those Abs outside the Building were increasingly feeling pressure and discrimination.
“The time will come, she said, when we may once again see ghetto walls and golden stars. Roger and I were aghast at the notion, but we have lived through this once before. These things always start out slowly. People barely notice it until the walls go up. We realized that the old civil defense network could be used again, this time as a means to shelter and help Abs. There are others in the underground, of course, but Roger and I are the contacts for the Abs living in the Market District. We work directly with Minerva in that regard.”
Roger exhaled a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “That’s where you come in, Hunter. We don’t have an overall plan. Not for this. The Freedom Underground here in Bielefeld has done minor things, but we aren’t ready for anything on a grand scale. We have a scratch network set up, and a few contacts, but we need skilled and knowledgeable people we can trust. We need people like you.”
by Monfrox » Tue May 26, 2015 10:49 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Swith Witherward » Tue May 26, 2015 10:57 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Fvaarniimar » Wed May 27, 2015 4:45 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:
Amara stared unblinkingly at the television as Channel 9's spinning logo dissolved to reveal the not-so-perky news anchor and her favorite flat screen and the words Breaking News: Tragedy at Children's Museum. The large chested weather girl had yet to receive any screen time at all, and they'd only cut away to a commercial in order to give both women a moment to compose themselves.
"Welcome back," the anchor seemed to have aged a decade during the break. Hers was a pained expression carefully veiled by her professional veneer but Amara's analytic mind detected the cracks on the surface. The anchor stacked her papers for the third time since the break ended, and then continued her story. "For those of you just tuning in, this morning there was an explosion downtown at the museum. Sources have stated that it does not appear to be accidental, but rather a direct attack on Bielefeldians perpetrated by a possible drifter. Police have advised citizens to stay away from the area and to not hinder any emergency vehicles passing through..."
"... surveillance video reveals the man had raised his hand and shot magic at the school children in an apparent suicide. The USiPo has not commented yet however we're expecting to hear from their offices shortly..."
"... parents were notified. It was the first bus to arrive this morning. The others were routed back to their schools. The principles and school counselors are contacting parents at this moment and asking them to collect their students at each elementary school..."
"... no groups have claimed responsibility..."
"... eyewitnesses state that the abhuman left the alley and approached the first grade class while it waited for the museum to open, targeting them specifically with some sort of power or magic," the news anchor continued. "There are twenty five confirmed dead, including the abhuman terrorist. We do not know how many are injured. All elementary schools have canceled today's field trip. Parents are asked to pick up their children at the individual elementary school. Police have advised citizens to stay away from the area and to not hinder any emergency vehicles passing through..."
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