30 October 2017 @ 09:24 pm
<small>[ One pretty freaking happy cyborg wearing a leather jacket and his regular shirt takes the long way around and after all the interviews and stuff, he got the job]</small>

Well, my first day on my dream job.

Time to start being a grease monkey.

<small> [The cyborg leans back against the wall ]</small>

"Nothing like the fresh scent of oil."


 
 
16 October 2017 @ 09:34 pm
Who: Marcus Wright
What: Marcus is facing his greatest fear
When: Now
Where: Attleton
Warnings: May extend into dark topics
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<small>[Attleton]</small>

[Smoke appears on what appears to be a man that looks amazingly similar to himself]

More concerning, it was a !Skynet controlled him.

[The Marcus clone's eyes turned red as Marcus is forced to fight his own self from killing his friends in the background and everyone he's ever liked or loved. You can see John in the background working, a female pilot named Blair stepping back and two kids staring.

"You lose Marcus, you cannot save everyone here."
 
 
16 October 2017 @ 08:23 pm
 Who: Marcus Wright
Where: ???
When: Now
What: Marcus's revival
Warning: N/A

<small>[ [All Marcus could remember was a shot to the head and winced. ]</small>

"Ugh.. fuck where am I?"

<small>[Guardians standing over the former criminal all wearing gems looked down at the Man.>/small>

"You must give us something important to you to revive.
 Please choose."

[I... give up the memory of how angry my brother made me.]


Very well, Marcus Wright. We will return you to the living.

[Marcus is now revived]


"Ugh, what happened?"


 
 
[Look, he just wanted to contact another Autobot, okay? Why was this too much to ask? As it's turned out, his attempt to utilize his comm system has instead activated the phone because his hands are too big for the device, so everyone in town gets-]

Can anyone slagging hear me or am I talking to myself?

Optimus, can you read me, preferably sometime today!

[As for Ratchet himself? I don't see any twenty foot tall robots here. Just a perfectly normal parked ambulance outside the bay cave.

Totally, completely normal, nothing weird here!
]
 
 
27 April 2017 @ 06:29 pm
Let the Cirque du Vrai begin!

OOC: The event starts today. It affects Attleton. Players can make their own posts and have fun with it or they can reply to this post with top levels and have fun that way! Up to you! There will be a separate log posted for the Showstopper on the 29th. If you have any questions or would like to sign up for the Showstopper, please check out the event details and remember that sign-ups for the Showstopper close tonight at 11:59pm PST.

Please note that if your character tries to enter the circus without a mask and costume (cannot be something your character already owned because it's not a disguise if it's theirs), they'll be prevented from getting in one way or the other. Don't try to get around it and don't try to be like WELL NO ONE CAN STOP MY CHARACTER!! If your character goes right past them they'll find themselves in the field the next day the second they go past the gates, capiche?? No cheating it's not fun for anyone.




As the sun sets in Attleton, a strange haze seems to glow over the barrier for a few moments before in the distance, a sequence of lights flickers on. The entrance sign first, then tents and merry-go-rounds and booths and all manner of dizzying fun illuminate just as darkness falls. It doesn't take more than a few seconds for the sounds of cheers and fun to fill the Attleton air. It almost seems like it's calling to you, inviting you in. As you approach, a man on stilts greets you. He explains that the flyers that have been floating around town with the wind and on the walls were all for this, the Cirque du Vrai! Become someone else to become yourself, step right up! You don't need to buy a ticket, you just need to buy a costume.

"There's a costume shop right next to the entrance for those who aren't prepared, and a master mask maker who will create any mask you desire, or leave it up to him once he decides what he thinks suits you. If you brought your own, that's fine too! The Cirque is here for days, there's time to spare! Don't let reservations drive you to despair! You'll miss out on fun if you let your life run all over the mystery we've so prestigiously spun. Test your skills, test your wills, find your chills, thrills, and pills. Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for is just beyond the gate! Accept who you are and you'll need none to commiserate!"

The man laughs, leaving before you can ask what that means to invite another in, and the game begins. Welcome to the Cirque du Vrai. Enjoy.
 
 
25 April 2017 @ 08:27 am
[The video flickers on, enter one unimpressed but otherwise unphased looking Peter Quill. Bonafide human, blond, with a glint of metal behind his ear.]

Star-Lord here, don't guess we've got any Nova Corps around here, huh? I didn't think so.

[He runs a hand through his hair and smirks. When he finishes, tapping can be heard on the video like he's trying to drum out some old song on a piece of plastic.]

Fair warning to anyone out there, you see big green guy, a green chick who looks like she could kill you, or a small furry guy with a striking resemblance to a Terran raccoon in the right light and a propensity for guns bigger than him, watch your mouth and try not to do anything stupid. But let them know I'm around.

If you see a baby tree walking around though, for fuck's sake let me know and keep an eye on him.

[There's a smile, a little charming, a little smug. His eyes are just a bit less certain but hey - he knows he's got this, and he knows if his people are here they can take care of themselves.]

In the meantime though, anyone know where to get some decent grub around here?
 
 
21 April 2017 @ 02:57 am
Okay.

So I got bored.

While mired in the depths of this boredom, I invented a super cool fun new game for all your friends, family and children to participate in.

This game is called "Deadpool Stole Your Shit".

The rules are:

Look around your house!

Is something missing?

I fucking took it.

If you want to get it back you can goddamn find me and pry it out of my cold dead instantly regenerating hands, sucks to be all you normie suckers.

[[YOU WANT YOUR SHIT STOLEN? POST HERE! With whatever random item you want to have vanished. If you're not interested in being burgled, but you want to comment anyway, just mention it OOCly or in your title so I don't get confused.]]
 
 
15 April 2017 @ 07:52 pm
Uuugh shit. Three days, my ass. Feels like I been out like a month.

[He glances at the timestamp at the bottom of his screen, and his eyes bulge.]

The hell? More like two months! Shiiiit no wonder I feel like I got loved on by an overeager octopus! Them shits don't know that no means no, if y' catch my drif-

[At this point the video shifts- a lot, since he stumbles and knocks into one of the workers at the Dream Docks. He cusses some then apologizes to the staff, then manages to get himself into a turned around chair, running a hand over his hair and the back of his neck, his right arm held out so he can keep filming with the communicator. He smiles sheepishly.]

Oh well, shoulda knowed y'all couldn't get rid a me that easy, sheheheheh! Guess I gotta get caught up, aye? The hell y'all been up t'?

Me? Decided I'd give this here Dream Dock thing a spin an' go see my Old Man laid t' rest. Died three- no. Goin' on six years 'go by my reckonin', figured 's 'bout time I get my ass over there t' say g'bye. 'Cept then there's 'nother place like Balamb an' Cerealia an' here... only it weren't nothin' like none a them places, sheheh!

[Far from being jovial, that laugh came out rather dark. And Namur begins rubbing his temple with the heel of his palm a little more urgently.]

Didn't mean for that t' happen when I went under. Shit. Anyone know someone with a sturdy needle, thinks they could get under shark skin? Gonna need a new tattoo...

An' some damn fish. 'M starvin'!
 
 
19 February 2017 @ 04:56 pm

[Video]

*Whatever pleasant thing you were doing with your evening is interrupt by the face of a man on the screen. The face is somewhat bruised, and very definitely passed out. Then a hand comes into view, grabbing harshly at a handful of hair and yanking the face into the screen to be sure everyone can get a good look*

Pay close attention, ladies and gentlemen. This is the face of a man who decided he could treat women the way he wanted. Sleep with them and murder them. Watch out for this piece of shit, and men like him. There's not a girl breathing that deserves to be used and abused. And definitely not killed.

*The voice comes sharply from above, not in view. The hand is soon removed, dropping the face to the ground, and in its place a white boot is pressing down on the top of the doctor's head*

Slimy son of a bitch. He's gonna get it comin' to him, that's for sure.


[Action - Random Bar... Here and There]

Partly to celebrate her first bounty since arriving, and partly as a way to get to know the place, Faye has been doing the rounds of various bars around Genessia and Nova. If it's a place that sells alcohol and doesn't look too slummy, then Faye will give it a try. She can be found in various locations, nursing a tall glass of vodka, smoking a cigarette too, if it's allowed. What's a girl like Faye doing all alone in a place like this? There's only one way to find out.
 

 
 
18 February 2017 @ 04:04 pm
The bouncing. The BOUNCING. )

[OOC: Here's Smithy's big debut! Or Mack's, specifically. Feel free to pick a prompt and bop some bad guys. You can also put your own character out there to be terrorized and rescued, in that order. NOTE: Mack, the boss, can only be engaged by three people at most. Get with me in mail or Plurk ([plurk.com profile] JudgeCF) to make sure. Other than that, have fun.]

A. City streets )

B. Homewrecker )C. The barn, the barn, the barn is on fire )

D. House arrest )

Boss fight: Mack the Knife )

F. Damsel in Distress (Sonico) )
 
 
01 February 2017 @ 03:14 pm
[Despite the unusual circumstances of this kidnapping, Cad Bane was going to take this as an opportunity. The welcoming holo had been helpful but it never hurt to have extra information and so he tries the communication device to see what opportunities and information may be out there. To some he may look very alien with his red eyes and blue skin and there is some unidentifiable accent in his gravelly voice. He's wearing a wide-brimmed hat and an outfit befitting a Wild West gunslinger. Attached to his face are two strange tubes and his arms have strange tech-gadget contraptions like gauntlets. He's glad that all of this equipment appears not to have been tampered with upon his arrival. Even his twin blasters are still in their holsters. He appears now on the screen.]

Let me introduce myself. The name's Cad Bane and my reputation may precede me. While I got the welcoming committee, the information is basic and experience counts so any further information you can provide would be appreciated.

I'm also looking for work. If you've got something - or someone - missing you want found; something located in a hard place to get out of; or need any criminals rounded up, contact me and we can come to an arrangement. I don't work cheap but I'm the best you can get.

[With a tip of his hat, he closes the feed and waits for responses.]
 
 
20 January 2017 @ 05:27 pm
Private Action; Gale's apartment )


[Gale - Video]

[Well, if anything came from that earlier encounter with his double Orlok, Gale managed to successfully snatch his device back. It was a good thing he knew that pilot suit inside and out and that Orlok was too distracted to have noticed the pickpocketing. When the feed comes on, Gale's hair and Hangar Queen uniform were all messed up. He straightened his sunglasses and he cleared his throat, trying to come off as nothing happened.]

Thank Alruene I got this thing back from him. So, I hate to be that guy with the PSA, but if anyone happens to come across a particular asshole that looks like me that's wearing a purple butterfly mask, uh. Mind letting me know? I need to get that guy under control before he does anything stupid. And I mean stupid with a capital S.

Please keep your guard up if you see him. Being my other half, he's a bit of a loose cannon and that's never a good way to describe a cyborg with magic.

If found, please kindly return to Heavens Court apartment 4004. Preferably not dead. I kinda need him.


[Orlok - Action - Night; Any city]

[That cheeky other half of his actually managed to steal their device back. That's annoying. He was comfortable knowing that Gale was left in the dark when it came to the network and had hoped he'd be able to ride that out for the whole time, but he should have known better than to doubt himself. A mercenary's got plenty of tricks up his sleeve, even if Gale was the more do-goody side of him. That's what he gets for returning to the apartment so snatch some crystals and mess with his other half, he supposes.

But, since the whole thing about the separated halves with public knowledge, the last thing he wanted at this point was to get caught if a remedy were to be made. His freedom was more important than anything, and god knows he'd been cooped up for far too long. It felt like that freedom had been lost since they arrived in this place, what with Gale happening to follow the law. Since when was that a thing?

He needed a place to hide away. And potentially a plan to ensure that Gale didn't take that remedy, but he'd think of that after he gets a place to hide. So, he lurked the back streets of each of the cities, but he wouldn't end up leaving without having caused some sort of a ruckus. Bad eggs did tend to hang out in the back streets too, and some of them happened to make the terrible mistake of picking a fight with a cyborg. And it's quite possible that they didn't live to tell the tale, either.

Eventually, Orlok would end up in Everglade well into the night, a new plan crossing his mind. Surely an ex-employee of his would be happy to help her former boss, right? After he was so lenient the whole time she worked for him?

Regardless, he would eventually end up in the Everglade Guardian's office, and casually chose to lounge on the desk until the Guardian would make her return. Chairs? Who needs 'em. It's easier to relax (and pose) on a desk, any strewn documents be damned.]


[ooc: Orlok can be encountered at any time, in or out of the backstreets, but please be aware of how he may act!]

 
 
20 January 2017 @ 10:00 am
 [Today was a lot, lot better but the cyborg had gotten off his feet.]
 
Anybody who was watching could see the "humans" terminator side now.

He had damage from fighting himself in the process because of the split.

[He was standing in a private space while trying to figure out how to fix himself without attracting any more attention.]

Private to Ruby:

"Listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't of worried you like that.. but I'm damaged a bit. If you need to find me, I'll be hiding until I'm healed. "

"Marcus out.."


 
 
17 January 2017 @ 06:21 pm
My name is Edward Nygma. I work for the hospital and Genessia Scientific Research Foundation. If you're new here, hello. The G.S.R.F. is dedicated towards finding out everything about where you are. How it works. You're welcome to ask any questions now or later.

To those who have been here a while and are more familiar with Doctor Olivia Moore, she is no longer with us. I'll be sure to follow up and continue any research she left behind.

While I'd love to discuss the interesting increase in barrier output, which you may or may not have noticed, I'm sure everyone's more than aware there's a certain situation on our hands concerning a highly irregular batch of chemicals that have no business in a water supply. I'll be leading efforts to create a cure. While Aster Technologies is highly cooperative, I imagine Seek was so easily singled out as the culprit because their team is almost elusively filled with engineers of the technological variety. Hiring him was a rather questionable move in the first place.

I ask that anyone involved in the manhunt inform myself and The G.S.R.F. directly if Doctor Seek states anything that may be of use upon his arrest or informative evidence is found. I have access to research notes left behind but they fail to provide enough information to create a permanent solution in a timely manner. Efforts to reverse his formula may take longer than desired without certain crucial information. But I'm confident in my abilities. A remedy will still be provided.

If anyone infected would like to stop by the laboratory at the hospital so I could perform a few short and simple tests, it would be greatly appreciated. I've also provided a questionnaire to gather more information. If you've been infected, have a look at it. If you have not been infected but suspect someone may have been, please contact me as I have a separate set of inquires.

[ the following is linked in a text document on the network after he finishes talking. ]
Survey about the current event. )
 
 

[Video: Marcus Wright/Bad]


[You find the cyborg terminator sitting somewhere on a rock loading his weapons one by one as he also sharpens a knife. He seems awfully tense and quiet like something is wrong...]


The cyborg terminator says nothing to the camera as the cyborg seems to be stalking toward the camera with a screwdriver in his hands.


[His eyes show a tense red.]


[Video: Marcus Wright/ Good]


The other better side of Marcus Wright is ready to protect anyone who needed it, as he seems a lot more cheerful and happy.


The one willing to lay down his life for anyone.


"What.. happened?'!


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[Earlier]


Marcus had been walking earlier and ended up eyeing the water near a certain area and he needed something to wash off his face, but what happened was that he split into two sides.
 
 
10 January 2017 @ 09:03 pm
[Video/Action, Everglade]

[She travels a bit of here and there, introducing herself to meet and greet new people, and that's how she learn quickly to get around the cities and get to know the world better. She got a job quickly enough, and hopefully that will make a sizeable savings in her bank in due given time.

She's in the town square, working as an Everglade Ranger and as part time escort for Namur's Jolly Eddy's.]


"Soooo, this is Everglade. Kinda spooky for a city with all of this fog. Anyway, hello! This is Ruby. I heard this town need some help, so I decide to work as an Everglade Ranger and for Jolly Eddy's."

[And she did make some first successes as a bounty hunter!]

"So far, my job is to protect the civilians and keep everything under control. I hope that will help. What do you think?"
 
 
08 January 2017 @ 12:05 pm
 [Action]

The human looking terminator walked through the snow, unaffected. 

"So any of these actual places <i> looking </i> to hire a Cyborg good at mechanics, fixing things and/or in general kicking ass?"

"Name's Marcus Wright, I come from a world where terminators roam and we have been at war with the machines for years."

Contact me if you find something .
 
 
05 November 2016 @ 10:46 pm
[Marcus seems kind of annoyed a bit but speaks..]

So anybody looking for a cyborg terminator's help in a job?

Shooting things and fixing cars is my specialty. 
 
 
Current Mood: annoyed
 
 
18 October 2016 @ 10:19 pm
[ A man who appears human in a dark green coat with a red band tied around his coat blinks as he comes out of the light. Except this man is not a man. He's a terminator in a man's skin who used to be human.]

[The man happened to pick up a packet of money and look at it.]

"What... is this place? Skynet must of not decimated this place with missiles yet..."

"This... is too good to be true..."

"This MUST be a trick..."

[Meet the new arrival, Marcus Wright. (Open to all!)
 
 
Current Mood: annoyed