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Tue, 06/04/2013 - 15:37
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Feline-Grenadier

Why not? Alright, put in apps, and I'll throw him/her in. I'm not telling anyone the plot or the synopsis. You'll just have to read...

Name:

Gender:

Species:

Bio:

Loadout:

~~~

[Prologue]

A single man stood in the dark, grimy alley, his cobalt-blue eyes gleaming blankly. He was eyeing a pair of girls walking down the street, with surprisingly little interest. He then shifted his gaze onto a group of businessmen, all of them in their extravagant Azure Guardian attire. Although they probably had some underarmor beneath, he doubted that even the armor underneath could perform well if it wasn't military-grade.

He sighed, and ruffled his jet-black hair. There was going to be a spectacle happening anytime now, and he had been tipped by an unknown caller to wait here. He had his own Skolver Coat wrapped around his body, but the night air was somewhat rare in Haven, as it usually was swallowed up by the smells, regardless of how scrumptious it was, of the Bazaar. Now, however, the air was unoccupied, and so he relished this ephermeral moment of freshness.

Then, he saw it. A hooded figure, clad in Ash Tail and Magic Hood, had walked briskly by him, and had dropped, no, planted a device in the middle of the street. It didn't seem to be like a bomb, but it was still of a spherical shape. Puzzled by this, he had attempted to walk towards it, when it triggered.

The whole area was englufed in a pale, blue light for fifty meters. Only this man was caught by it, while the rest of the world turned and stared in shock.

Some gaseous thing was pulled from him, as if it was a spirit, and then dissipated into the cerulean atmosphere. Nobody moved, nobody dared to disrupt the event.

The sphere flickered, and then de-activated. The man was thrust down into the ground, and the device that had triggered the reaction began to tick dangerously.

Fifteen seconds later, two individuals were killed. Fifteen injured, six buildings damaged. The man was not among the casualties.

Tue, 06/04/2013 - 15:42
#1
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Shotjeer
...

Yippe. I'll app as soon as you write the prologue.

Tue, 06/04/2013 - 17:44
#2
Cyborgofdeath
I too shall wait, unless you

I too shall wait, unless you need chars now

Tue, 06/04/2013 - 20:36
#3
Hearthstone's picture
Hearthstone
Yay! Another fic!

Good prologue :3 Here's my appy.

Name: AJ

Gender: Male

Species: Isoran

Bio:

A young man with a knack for head-to-head combat, ever since he was accepted into the Order. Though his actions may lead to mishaps and confusion, he often has bright moments with gremlins.

~Actual Bio~

As a kid, AJ rushes into problems, not thinking this through. He often goes back home injured. As he grew up, he learned to be more "sane", but he has anger issues depending on the situation. The time he was accepted into the Order, he was to be tested, at the Royal Jelly Palace. Equipped with high grade weapon and armor such as Gran Faust and Polaris, he defeated the childish King, yet he did not see a small thorn thrown by a Polyp, projected at him. He was hit, and injured badly as the thorn dug deep into his skin. He quickly crushed the Pill in his utility belt and sprinkled the powder onto the wound. It quickly healed, yet the pain did not stop. He returned to Haven, the Order subjecting him into a medical examination and found there was poison in the thorn. The medics quickly sprinkled Remedies on the wound, the pain went away.

Months after his recovery, he's still energetic, and back to his old self.

Loadout:

Gran Faust, Polaris, Blitz Needle, Divine Avenger, Justifier Hat, Skolver Coat, Swiftstrike Buckler

Tue, 06/04/2013 - 21:21
#4
Feline-Grenadier's picture
Feline-Grenadier
And continuing.

[Chapter 1]

The man woke up with a startle, and looked about him. The choirs of hysteria entered his ears, and, paired with an intense ringing, had caused him to clutch his head in pain.

After a few minutes, when the majority of the screaming had died down, he opened his eyes again, and stood up. There was no one within a ten-meter radius, and so the soot-black circle in the center didn't raise much concern to him. However, welfare of the others caught his attention, and so, he ran over to a person on the ground. He wasn't sure if it was a guy or a girl; those plumes always got him confused.

"Hey! Wake up!" he yelled, as he lightly slapped the helm. It flickered, and then started up. He or she would be awake within the half-minute. And all he had to do was wait...

~~~

Five minutes later, anyone who was knocked unconscious was up and moving, and the injured were lined up against the wall.

"Found someone!" shouted a bystander, who had taken the liberty to remove the majority of the rubbled piled on top of the unconscious person...

...only that the bystander stopped in his tracks. A pool of blood was pouring out from the head, and the bricks, at least two pounds each, only aided in comprehension of the recent events. The bystander crumpled to his knees, prompting a whole crowd to rush over.
Some whimpers were heard from the crowd, and gasps rang out as more and more crowded over. And then another foot was sticking out not too far away.

Silently, the crowd unearthed the rubble, revealing another body, this time an elderly man. A broken ribcage was evident, causing some to step away and vomit.

It was a sickly sight, and an event no one would want to remember. But it wouldn't be ripped away from the ones who were there.

It would 3X157 forever in their minds.

Sat, 06/08/2013 - 01:55
#5
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Hogmos
Nice Prologue

Name: Alfred

Gender: Male

Species: Isoran

Bio: As a kid, Alfred was diagnosed with a strange illness and was expected to die.Left to fend for himself,he survived a month in sub-zero temperatures trying to reach civilizations.When he did reach a town,he was falsely accused by the garrison commander of being a spy and put in a cell.He escaped and vowed to prove himself innocent.This he did with such brutality that the mayor of the town saw the steel in him and inducted him into the Spiral Order.Here as a new knight he has already proved himself and has earned respect of senior officers.He is often quite cold and only loves his pet Wolver.

Load-out: Voltech Alchemer,Antigua, Fireburst Brandish,Solid Cobalt Helm with a Helm-Display,Wolver coat underneath which is a Solid Cobalt Armor ,Great Defender

Thu, 06/06/2013 - 15:41
#6
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Dreathuxy
Sounds like horror. ME LIEK.

Name: Dreath

Gender: Male

Species: Half Knight Half Mecha Knight

Bio: Dreath (once known as Hebrax) started out as a normal dude, cracking the skulls of zombies in FSC daily. He was always gutsy, he regularly brought his GF and his proto gear to FSC. One day, he was helping out a friend who was enlisted in the OCH operation. He and the OCH team were about to reach Seerus when half a dozen ghostmanes came out of no where and took Dreath off. The OCH squad tried to follow him, but Seerus' forces held them back. Dreath was taken into a gremlin lab deep in the clockworks. There, the gremlins performed a twisted experiment. They fused Dreath with a Mecha Knight. The gremlins wiped his mind and trained him as an elite member of the Crimson Order and gave Dreath the name that he is called now. But the mind wipe malfunctioned, and, after 5 years serving in the Crimson Order, he remembered the Spiral Order and how it was his duty to slay the hostile creatures of the clockworks. He escaped the post he was stationed at, and went to Haven. Surprisingly, he received a warm welcome. He doesn't remember his name, so people still call him Dreath. After those 5 years, he returned to his normal life of cracking skulls, until that one bomb in the bazaar changed everything.

Loadout: Mecha Knight Head Fused with Skolver Cap, Skolver Coat fused with Mecha Knight Armor with two exhaust pipes jutting out of his back. GF, and Polaris.

Sat, 06/08/2013 - 09:26
#7
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Feline-Grenadier
Chpt 2!

Years before...

A building of diminuitive size sat alone in the cold, lonely dark, it's light signalling the presence of the lone sentinel. This was the garrison of Commander Chivington, the worthless, unneeded bastard that was flung into a harsh area. The Order had hoped he would succumb to the elements there, but he had thrived instead. By putting him far away from authority, he could rule as a sovereign.

God knows how many he has executed under his own name of the law.

~~~

Alfred, to put simply, was put inside a cell after his arrival to the garrison. He had been overcome with such speed and power that there was no chance to resist. So, what was he to do in a cold, dark, mouldy cell? The boy, still formulating his plan, had decided to nap (fake-nap would be more appropiate), when he heard the thuds of the guard's footsteps...

That was all he needed.

Suddenly, he rolled off of the bed, and began to convulse violently, gagging and creating the loudest ruckus he could. Sure enough, a guard came on over, and opened the cell door. He closed in towards the boy, attempting to pick him up when...he lost a good chunk of his throat.

Alfred, who had been brooding over this injustice, didn't need much rage to be a devastating fighter. Already being exiled by his own family was already enough, but to be falsely accused and prisoned. He'd rather die than be put to such shame. He'd rather be punished by his father for being ill.

But to be captured by an equally self-centered man, who should've matured long ago...was inexcusable. And to serve this bastard...was even moreso.

The boy, already noticing the Blaster on the holster, had grabbed at it as the guard fell, resulting in a din loud enough to wake even the inmates nearby. The pounding of the cement floor prompted Alfred of their position...

~~~

When Alfred came in through the door, cuts all over his body, and a bullet-hole in his shoulder, a fat, greasy man in silk clothing awaited him. He only laughed with a type of barbaric suavity, if the tone could be any more paradoxical, and stood up, arms outstretched.

"Me boy! You've gotten qui-"

"SHUT IT!" cut off Alfred, already raising a Blaster at the man's face.

The man's demeanor changed almost instantly, his cheery facade shifting into a serious glare.

"Boy, I'm you're only ticket out of this hellhole."

Alfred scoffed, and fired several rounds into the table. "I took the time to read ALL your files, Mark Chivington. There's a Magnus under the desk."

True enough, the officer flipped over the desk and stood up, revealing not only his heaving waistline, but also the broken firearm.

"But do you know how to drive? Or call a beacon?" the officer grumbled.

At this, Alfred was about to reply, but he paused. It was true, he had literally no idea where he was, nor did he know how to operate anything beyond a switch.

The fat man laughed, and sat back down in his chair.

"I like yer brutality, that's for sure. You make a great soldier. Tell ya what, why don't I-"

Alfred fired a shot not five inches from his foot.

"As I was saying, why don't I give you a place to stay? Give you something to live for."

"Like what?" Alfred spat, pointing his gun directly at Chivington's face.

"The Spiral Order," the officer replied, grinning.

Two minutes later, when the beacon was set up, Alfred put a bullet in Chivington's head.

Four minutes after, a transport craft carried him up, and off to the Skylark he went.

And now, the boy from nowhere could finally 3X157. He finally belonged. He could be free from his old-world taboos.

Fri, 06/07/2013 - 23:47
#8
Dewca's picture
Dewca
Appy!

Name: Fang

Gender: Male

Species: Knight

Bio: Was abandoned by unknown parents when he was 6. He eventully came to sense to find food and shelter. He hid in the forests, occasinally stealing food from random people but prefering to nick things of the shelves of the auction house. He joined spiral HQ and leveled quite high. He started gaining respect from other knights. He is quite good at combat and dosen't steal from anyone anymore but can use the skills if needed to. Fang can be very sensitive to the subject of family and it tends to cut right through to him. He is also very good at combat.

Personality: He has quite a solitary personality. He rarely says more than 5 sentances in a row and he talks softly. However if angry or sad, his face dosen't usally show his emotions unless he is greatly pained or hurt. He rarely cries or smiles. Although seemingly quite hollow, he can be very caring if he has trusted them and has made a strong bond. The people he trusts are a great deal to him and he will do alot for them.

Apearence: Short black hair. dark, dark, dark brown eyes. Around 5 foot 7. Handsome face. Medium build. Personally colour, blackish blue.

Loadout: Vog cub cap and coat, Fang of Vog, Polaris, Heater shield.

===

I added a few things to this app that seemed appropriate to me.

Sat, 06/08/2013 - 02:45
#9
Hogmos's picture
Hogmos
Write something

Vinny,why are you taking so long to continue the story?

Sat, 06/08/2013 - 09:29
#10
Feline-Grenadier's picture
Feline-Grenadier
ARGH

Pre-occupied with DnD and school XD.

Will finish up chapter 2 right now!

EDIT: DONE

Sat, 06/08/2013 - 11:40
#11
Hogmos's picture
Hogmos
Contribution

Can we also contribute our part of the story or are you writing it own your own?

Sat, 06/08/2013 - 13:56
#12
Feline-Grenadier's picture
Feline-Grenadier
...

I'm going to have to say no on that, unfortunately.

I don't want another god-awful RP or a story filled with superhuman characters, but I'm also on a writer's block, so there's a chance I mi-

Never mind.

Mon, 06/10/2013 - 15:39
#13
Feline-Grenadier's picture
Feline-Grenadier
Chapter 3

The day after Prologue + Chpt 1...

Fang, a young, apathetic soldier, was sitting outside on the streets, his armor smoking up his own body. He took in a long draw, and exhaled out his nostrils, sending forth a small stream of wood smoke out a few feet ahead of him. If there was any new form of smoking cigars and 'rettes, this would be it.

Behind him, a massive complex sat, painted all in white, with a red cross in the middle. Despite it's crude exterior, it served its purpose and more; and so this quiet little building had been growing in popularity ever since.

Someone cleared his, or her, voice behind him, prompting him to turn around. He saw AJ, an equally charming young man, arms crossed, and foot tapping impatiently. As Fang was a burning hot lump of charcoal, AJ was metaphorically comparable to a young wolf. Brilliantly fast, exquisite footwork, and a nice set of teeth (weapons) that made fighting him all the more antagonizing for his adversaries.

"Y'know, smoking isn't exactly allowed in or nearby hospitals," the young man hinted.

Fang sighed, a small jet of wood smoke and cinders dancing out from his mouth.

"So...after my check-up with Eras, we go to...where exactly?" AJ asked Fang, who was taking his time standing up.

"Police station, check your mission dossier. I can't babysit you," Fang tersely answered.

With that, the pair of youths (if 18 was of any youth) made their way to the Garrisons, all the while AJ was reviewing on facts about their mission. Fang only nodded his head in half-hearted agreements, pre-occupied with his own thoughts. They were going to be part of the witness protection program for a bit, at least until some top-notch Inquisitors, who were absent playing hanging judge in Emberlight, would finally surface back here for a full-on investigation.

"And who are we protecting...exactly?" asked AJ.

"Didn't specify who, but by his appearance..."

"Yeah, with the recent bombing yesterday, everyone's in armor. Well, mostly in armor. Helmets always manage to chafe my eyebrows..."

"He'll be out of armor; he doesn't even own a Proto."

"Full on civvy we've got?

"Yup, more and more people are getting tired of fighting."

The two continued their conversation until they strode into the Arcade, where the ever-massive Feron awaited them. They met eye-to-eye, both giving and returning salutes, before Feron began the briefing...

Sun, 06/09/2013 - 15:43
#14
Hearthstone's picture
Hearthstone
Hi-Five! \o
Tue, 06/11/2013 - 08:26
#15
Hogmos's picture
Hogmos
I......

I am not asking you to compromise quality,but can you please write a bit faster.

Tue, 06/11/2013 - 15:34
#16
Feline-Grenadier's picture
Feline-Grenadier
@hogmos + Chpt 3

Quality will be compromised, but quantitative output will be increased. :P

~~~

It was a tad bit dark...

Thomas opened his eyes wide opened, and jerked up, panting. He found himself on a bed, in a dark room. Blinds shut, lighting dimmed for minimal luminescence, and the door to the left shut tight. Judging from the adobe texture of the walls, he was in one of the homes built by the Strangers, as opposed to the polished sheet metal of the Order's flooring.

Yesterday, unfortunately, was no blur, and a wave of lethargy washed down from the head. Nausea soon accompanied with the fatigue, causing the young man to lean back further into the plush mattress.

The door on the left abruptly opened, and entered in two tall silhouettes. The familiar tufts of fur around the shoulders told him that the wearers were in possession of Striker-class armor, most likely a Wolver line. However, neither of the two figures, who were now coming out of the chafing light, were wearing their helms.

The one clad in Skolver coat sat down by his side, and waved his hand over Thomas's eyes.

"Yeah, I'm awake, conscious. Just feel a bit sick," Thomas said, realizing he was about to do a check-up.

"I'm AJ..." the Skolver-clad replied, "and the one in Vog over there..."

He pointed to the other silhouette, who was apparently smoking something.

"...is Fang. He's not in a great mood right now; he has a pet Wolver at my friend's house that he's not too comfortable leaving there."

At that, Fang looked up, his face an impatient glare.

"Anyhow...we're going to be your bodyguards for the time being," AJ explained, and looked about the room. "Don't you need some sort of fresh air or anything?"

Thomas shook his head slightly at that. "The cold makes my joints ache; I've been having that since I was a baby."

"Then why were you outside when the bombing happened?"

"I thought I already told Kora that..."

"I don't work with Kora anymore; kinda left the Order to be merc. Still, I wish I could've left a hi..."

"Well, I got a message from an unknown sender to be there. Said that it had something to do with my being a reporter, and I might witness something big. Never thought I'd be a part of the story though..."

"It's not on the headlines yet, not this early. The rest of Haven were told that it was a mishap with a mist tank's malfunction."

At this, Thomas sighed.

"When I was caught up in that bomb, something like mist energy came out of me. The doctors said nothing was wrong, but I highly dou-"

Just then, the curtains were perforated, and suddenly caught fire. Screams were heard from outside, prompting Fang to flip over a recliner as cover. Looks like there were going to be a small fight, albeit a rough one...

Wed, 06/12/2013 - 11:49
#17
Hogmos's picture
Hogmos
Thank You

Thank You for listening,

Thu, 06/13/2013 - 00:22
#18
Feline-Grenadier's picture
Feline-Grenadier
@hogmos again... + Chpt 4

Meh, I do as I please. After all, I AM the author, no? No matter, you'll get another chapter!

~~~

AJ hurriedly unhooked the IV transfusion bags, and delicately droppped them by Thomas's head. He then carted the bed into the the restroom, flinching as the bullets and sawdust came flying in the room.

Meanwhile, Fang had armed his Polaris launcher, and materialized his helmet around his face. Inside, the HUD activated, and immediately marked at least five combatants outside. All of them had found cover behind benches, lamp-posts, and trash cans around the garden, and appeared to be wearing Miracle Sets. A coordinated attack?

Doesn't matter,Fang thought, and tilted his launcher up. A holographic trajectory guided his aim, and he fired a clip at one with a Master Blaster. Three loud thumps echoed across the room, and Fang almost wrenched his knee from the sheer recoil of the launcher.

The triplet grenades sailed through the air, beeping at higher pitches until...three massive explosions engulfed their target, effectively neutralizing the assailant from battle. As the combatant's comrades saw the jittering body, they all pulled out their secondary weapons: Fiery Pepperboxes, Iron Slugs, and even an expensive Sentenza.

Inside his helm, Fang grinned, and switched to his Fang of Vog, a weapon literally ripped out of the jaws of a giant beast in a great battle, years ago. He held out his left hand, and clenched his fist tightly, prompting a Heater Shield to form around the arm.

~~~

AJ slowly set down the mattress, with Thomas on it. He looked up to the ceiling, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly. He opened his hands, both outstretched. His right hand became shrouded in an inky blackness, while his left hand was emitting a brilliant light. He turned his head towards the door, and walked outside.

Fang was nowhere to be found, but the sounds of battle outside told AJ that his partner was heading in for a melee-fest. However, there were more pressing matters at hand. A rush of footsteps echoed from the corridor, warning AJ of the combatants approaching the two.

He crouched down, and waiting right by the doorway...

~~~

Five minutes later, all the enemy forces were killed or captured, and were bound up in the corner of the peppered room. The window was jagged from the melted glass, and two burnt piles [formerly curtains] sat sizzling under the charred windowsill.

Blood was splattered all over the doorway, which itself was carved up to the point where it was more of a hole in the wall than an actual entry point. A scratched AJ was stretching his arms, while Fang, untouched, was busy guarding the prisoners. Thomas stood up from his mattress, IV transfusion bag in hand, and peeked out the door.

"And why kill me?" Thomas muttered upon seeing the chaos.

AJ shrugged, and gently nudged the young man back into the bed for more rest. Fang peeled off his Vog Cub helm, and cracked his neck.

"Getting too stiff for this kind of work..." the young man monologued, and sat down, panting a bit.

AJ held out his arms in a cross, and de-activated the two blades he had used in the fight. He nodded in agreement, and sat down on the restroom floor, exhausted.

Fri, 06/14/2013 - 13:57
#19
Dewca's picture
Dewca
Ok

Ok, this is cool. I like this!

Fri, 06/14/2013 - 18:33
#20
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Hearthstone

Gud, gud, very gud.

Fri, 06/14/2013 - 18:33
#21
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Hearthstone

Gud, gud, very gud.

Tue, 06/25/2013 - 10:58
#22
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Dreathuxy
Bump

Bump

Fri, 06/28/2013 - 08:30
#23
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Hogmos-Forum
Bump

Bump

Fri, 06/28/2013 - 09:09
#24
Feline-Grenadier's picture
Feline-Grenadier
Logic fail.

Considering how active I am on everything BUT this, maybe think of the possibility that...I don't want to write this fanfict in particular anymore?

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