Okay. So I've gotten bored of everyone disregarding my topics and fanfics. Can we please keep this thing ALIVE?
This story will be about when everyone has left cradle, And it's quiet. But in all the rush to get home, Don't you think that some people would have gotten left behind?
ACT 1: Waking up
Samurns woke up. It was quiet. Early in the morning, before anyone had really gotten up, while the dew was still on the grass and iron, Samurns would get up and get moving to rescue camp. Samurns glanced outside, and saw... Nobody. Not a knight in sight. Not even the hum of an elevator from down in the vents. It was... Abandoned. He glanced over into the bazaar, and saw... Nobody. Not even Bechamel. Maybe everyone remembered his birthday for once, and was hiding in the arcade for him? No, Impossible. Nobody knew his birthday. He looked everywhere... No trace of knights, except for a sword, half a shield,a few crates, and a helmet with a footprint in it... Samurns blinked. He knew where everyone went. Everyone had left. The skylark was repaired. Nobody was around anymore... Except for him. Suddenly, a crate fell behind him, and he heard a noise to see...
END ACT 1
That's that. We'll pick up once i have another person.
Here's the player form:
NAME: Samurns
ITEMS: An Antigua that seems to be balanced between the two branches. It fires off shadowy bullets mixed with light, and when charged, fires off an energized shot that both Stuns and Burns the target. He also carries an Ascended Calibur.
SPECIES: Spiralian
POSITION: Rookie, Never did any missions. Always went into the clockworks on the arcade missions.
SMALL BACK-STORY: Samurns always defied orders. No matter the person, No matter the ranking. He just wants to do what he wants. Yet somehow, He's been commended for his sense of bravery, and seems to always know what to do.
BATTLE STYLES: Do what is necessary... Put the squad before his own health.
EXPENDABILITY: WILL BE KILLED
APPEARANCE: Wears a Shadowsun Stetson, A Vog cub coat, and has a prismatic crest like those on NPCs. Has a prismatic parrying blade.
NAME: Toxic
ITEMS: A Glacius he found in the storage of the auction house, and the lid of a pot he uses for a shield, because it's the best thing he has.
SPECIES: Spiralian
POSITION: Champion. He didn't do missions at the start of his career so he isn't as high ranking as he could be.
SMALL BACK-STORY: He tries to be the good guy in situations, and this got him stuck on cradle, because he was searching for knights that may be left behind. He is angry at Spiral HQ for leaving early without getting all knights ready for evac.
BATTLE STYLES: He is a stronger knight than most, so this allows him to get up close to his enemy. He isn't afraid to hit or kick them either, which sometimes ends in him stubbing his toes when he misses.
EXPENDABILITY: Hopefully he won't be killed, but eh. Your story.
APPEARANCE: He has a light green personal color. He wears volcanic guardian armor and a volcanic stranger hat. He has volcanic dragon wings on his armor.