Oh whatever, let's call it quits thin. Ruining this RP with our innacessant arguing. Add me in-game, you sound like a pretty chilled yet sure minded guyXD Enjoy the rp, and no i wont be rejoining.

LOL. anyways, see you all around!

Hehe, well its great to see youXD Nice writing skills yourself>.<

Thank you. We can stop kissing now. xD

I'm clearly in a humorous mood. What time is it, 11:14pm? I think I should sleep now. :3
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Back to roleplaying!!

This is what I get for watching bad lip reading, but anyways, I spoke with no sarcasm, I just seriously fear that you will, contort? I have completely lost my mind here :), but reply to me with a very.... I seriously don't know how to talk anymore, but derp. aoifnaw I just fear your really snazzy replies to people

Let's just say that nothing happened, okay?

Btw pow, just join in. Sintag seems to have missed 3 applications lately, including mine and thins. So just join in, and if your told off, no harm done.

Midnight - 00:08 on a 24 hour clock

When I arrived at the town, I saw that it would be appropriate to say 'GET ME OUT OF THIS STUPID PLACE' but since it was midnight, I decided not to. If it wasn't for my KVG, then I wouldn't be able to see at all. I knew well that bandits roamed this place at night. I grabbed the crest from my supply bag and fixed it on. It's much harder to accessorize yourself without Bechamel. I turned off the light it was producing to stop thieves being suspicious. It wasn't long until a thief stole my Blaster. But it was OK, as I'm a terrible gunner, and last time I used a gun I almost shot my eye out.

I hate normal Cobalt gear. I used to wear Mighty Cobalt, some of the finest armour the Order had. They stole it from me. Once I get back to Haven, the first monsters I'll kill are the horrible jury. I'm pretty sure I'm not their only victim. I knew that many were falsely arrested and brought here as well.

I looked around for other knights. I saw none, but that was because my KVG have limited range. My Com Unit can talk to people five thousand miles away. My KVG has a range of fifty metres. Notice the difference?

I hope the Vanguards of the Order don't get the power running on the Skylark and abandon us while we're in this horrid place. I will KILL them if they do. And I'm serious. Of course, thanks to my com unit's range, I could talk to Feron if I wanted to. But he wouldn't answer the call. They never contact the Wasteland, they say.

I am a decent bomber and an exceptional swordsman. I never left home without my Cold Iron Carver.

Until now. I couldn't take it. They stole it. But, the question is, how could they steal it if it is bound and bonded?

My only old property is my crest (got away with it by saying it's 'good luck' , my KVG and com unit (said they were essential) and my Drakon, Firesword. (they couldn't steal him as he kept flying to me, and he burned through the metal when they caged him.)

I miss Haven. I miss my old arsenal. I miss my rank. I miss my Guild. (well, I founded and owned it, so technically it is still mine)

And most of all, I miss my fellow Knights.

My only company is my sprite.

I'm lonely. If anyone hears this, I need help. I can't do this alone.

Wasteland is not the right name for this place. It is the most devilish place on Cradle.

Worse than the Citadel, a place I have always hated.

I call this place 'hell'.

---Transmission Ends---

OOC: What are my attributes, by the way?

Remember: bad guns and good swords.

I saw a bandit in the distance, taking another Knight away. (it's Arch, but my char doesn't know that yet) I yelled that I could help the knight. I unsheathed my Calibur.

I hate normal Caliburs. They're too heavy. The cold iron on my Carver was light and powerful. If it wasn't my only sword I had used before, I'd break it there and then.

I ran to the Knight being took away by the bandit. I quickly wrestled the bandit's grip off the Knight. I have amazing muscles for a teen.

The bandit tried to fight me, but I knocked his sword away with one swift stroke from my Calibur. The bandit swore at me and ran away. I had a little chuckle, then turned to the Knight.

He asked me what my name was. 'Everybody calls me Pow. Even I do.' I said.

I asked him if he could help me, as I hate soloing anything but a tier 1 expedition. He said he was part of a bigger group, but I was free to join it if I wanted to. I accepted the offer, also giving him a five crown coin. He obviously had a lot more money than I did. Even though I was now part of his group, I decided not to reveal my crest secret. I knew well not to trust all people in the Wasteland.

I asked him for his name.

(Now is where you post, Arch)

OOC: As Sintag has not gave me my attributes yet, I have used these:

60% chance to crit with a sword
80% chance to misfire when using a gun
Fast movement and attack speed
Medium health
Good reflexes (40% chance to dodge attacks)
-95% gun accuracy
-15% bomb toss accuracy
-90% gun damage
+15% sword damage
-85% gun range
-10% tossed bomb damage
-20% bomb radius
+10% sword reach
Night vision

I know it's a lot, and all the bias is towards guns and bombs but I am a sword-only player.

The woman who was possibly the leader of the bandit fore entered my tent. She asked me where the 'stash' we had was. I said 'I honestly don't know. I only just joined his group before that guy in your group knocked me out.' She was unusually calm for a bandit. I also added to what I said 'Last time I saw lots of valuables was when I last entered my Guild Hall, the day before I was falsely arrested and sent here to the Wasteland.'

My new 'friend' asked me 'You were falsely arrested too?'
I said to him 'Yeah. Wait a sec, I got a com-message coming through from one of my old friends.'
He said 'Poor guy. And how can you receive that message? We're in the middle of nowhere'
I said in reply 'Amazing range in my com unit. Can pick up and send signals from up to 5k miles away.'
He was obviously amazed by my statistic. He just said in awe 'Wow!'

Before I turned on my com unit to listen to what my friend had to say, I asked the leader for permission. 'I got an uplink message from a friend. Can I please sort it out?' I said. She replied 'Of course you may.' I said 'Thanks.' went back into my tent and listened to the message.

Of course, it was nobody but my friend Cloud. 'Hi Pow. Are you receiving this?'
I said 'Yep, I am'
He said 'I'm sorry for not stopping the jury. It's my fault you're where you are now. It's my fault you aren't still in Haven, having fun like you did. And they wouldn't give me the death penalty for trying to stop them - I'm too valuable. I'm a Vanguard of course. The jury were all Champions. They'd have to obey me, not the other way round'
I said 'Well, yeah.' I chuckled. 'By the way, how's things?'
Cloud said 'I try to get you back every day. I try and get Feron, Vaelyn, Kora and all them to try and get you back. I even challenge the jury to Lockdown duels and always beat them. I mean, five star with several UVs is better than five star with no UVs. And all those jurors had Azure Guardian armour and Aegis, so they were easy to defeat with my Divine Avenger. I'm aware that I broke my Guardian's Oath and angelic way in not stopping the jury.'
I told him 'Two things, while I'm gone, make sure my Guild doesn't go into a tip. And also wipe that rigged jury off the face of Cradle'
Cloud informed me 'Good as done. Bye!' then the transmission went stone dead.

I was sharpening my Calibur all day. I also tried to reshape my Brandish to make it into a makeshift Flourish.

At night, the bandits were out looting people. I had a talk with Archemiday (I know his name now) and we were sharing stories. I told him that Squires of the Order took my reaction to the Knights trying to lock me up as an action movie. I told him every word in the following flashback.

[=][FLASHBACK

I was falsely arrested. Some Vanguards tried to lock me and Firesword in cages. They also tried to sell my equipment. I unsheathed my Carver. They asked me for it. I said 'You have the blade while I have the hilt' and stabbed that Vanguard in the neck. He fell lifelessly to the floor. Another Vanguard stepped in and wrestled it off me. I grabbed my Warmaster Rocket Hammer and cracked his helmet with a big slam. I kicked the second Vanguard as if I was doing martial arts, then picked up my Carver. Another five Vanguards came in. I slammed one with my Mighty Defender. That Vanguard flipped over and fell to the ground as if it was a magnet. I used a Carver charge attack and the four remaining Vanguards fell over as if they were metal target props being knocked over. Then twenty stepped in. Firesword managed to disintegrate three with his Flame Barrier, and scalded two with his Firebolt. I managed to blast five away with my Rocket Hammer. The other ten managed to defeat me as I was getting a bit tired of fighting my own kind.][=]

(OOC: Archemiday, rest assured that Gwen's thoughts about your character in no way represent my own about him or you. We both know that your character is pretty smart, and undoubtedly smarter than he lets on, but my character is not aware of that. Her thoughts toward him have been rather unkind.)

As I absent-mindedly watch Arch skillfully carve his instrument from the tree, I begin to wonder about him. Is it just me, or is he a ditz? He's a decent fighter, to be sure, but so are mecha knights. That doesn't make him smart. Those bioelectric-brain-whatevers will never be human, no matter how they're prettied-up.

So why do I still feel guilty for thinking about him so unkindly? He's not even human! Surely we can't be judged for how we treat machines?

Maybe it's a matter of conscience. The good Lord says that we should never violate our conscience, because to do so is sin. Maybe that's why I feel so guilty. Arch has been a good friend to me, and all I've given him in return are sour looks and a few choice words. He just seems so...so...human.

My thoughts are interrupted when Sanaca says to me quietly, "Is there something I should know, Gwen?" I cross my arms and gaze at the evening sky to try and hold back the bitter memories. "The demons of the past have returned to torment me," I reply cryptically. My gaze eventually settles on Arch, who is busy carving out his new instrument.

I turn to Sanaca. "But I am not prepared to let them do that to me. Not now, not ever." I turn back to watch Arch again, but he is nowhere to be seen.

My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach. "I'm looking for Arch. He was just over there a minute ago. He's not even done carving his instrument." I unsheath my gunblade, fingers closed around the trigger.

Sanaca paled, Archemiday was missing? She dashed over to the fallen tree. A sword planted within it.

"Looks like he was taken, I don't think he would just run off with one of his swords in the tree like this." Sanaca grunted as she pulled the sword out. "Wait, look there looks like there was a struggle, there is a trail here." Sanaca pointed to the a trail that appeared to be from some sort of scraping.

Meanwhile at Archs house. In Baconland. Yeah I'm alright x3. Also, post people!

It was a joke. Thin, post!

Sanaca follows Gwen's lead, clearly, she has retained her skills as the Finder. Finally, they come to a hillside, where Gwen beckons Sanaca over. Following her eyes, she sees the Camp of bandits in a distance.

"Okay, so we found them, what's our next move?"

@Thinslayer: There were six tents, five bandits, I have no idea where the leader bandit is and Arch is outside near a dead campfire while I'm in the spare tent.

@Hexlash: No it doesn't.

Gunfire broke out in the camp. "We are under attack! Get inside!". The leader said, shoving us into a tent with her. She drew a super blaster out of her pocket and poked it out of the tent flap. She handed me a really worn down brandish and said, "Get ready for them.". As she watched closely out the tent, hoping to not get seen by whoever was attacking.

(It seems that when I get kidnapped, the RP dies or stalls alot. Like Retribution.)

I dart out from behind the rock and cross-slash at him with two quick swings. His shield absorbs both hits, and he tries to counterattack with a thrust. I bat it away with an uppercut, then twist my arm to use the momentum in a fast chop. He stumbles back to dodge it and kicks me in the gut. I topple to the ground and roll as he plunges his sword at me. I kick him, backflip to my feet, and duck to avoid another lazy swing. I twirl my blade and unleash a pair of figure-eight combos into his feeble shield. It breaks like glass, and I seize the advantage to blast him to the ground with my charged Valiance burst. I flip my sword in my hand, leap into the air, and plunge it through his pitifully weak armor into his chest.

I pull my sword from his flesh just in time to block a blaster shot with the flat of my blade. It ricochets back at the offender, who sidesteps to avoid his own shot. He darts into a nearby tent, and I race to follow him. I dive into his tent, roll onto one knee and pull back my sword, ready to cut him to pieces.

But I choose not to, because he's using Pow as a meat shield. Jerk. "You'd better let go of him, or else-"
"Or else what? You'll kill your pretty little friend?" the bandit taunts me.
I smirk and cock my gunblade. "Maybe."
The bandit's smile fades as I take aim at his head. He panicks and tries to leap over me, succeeding only in getting his head blown off. I charge up another Valiance burst and wink at Pow. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have shot you. Come on!" I beckon him to follow as I step out of the tent to face the remaining two bandits. Where the heck did they go?

And where is Arch?

(OOC: How did you know Pow's name ):3)

The sounds of battle carried over to Sanaca, who ran out and began widly firing her Blaster, attempting to distract the bandits, but almost hit Gwen as she chased a bandit into a tent.

"Whoops." She mumbled to herself, before running up to another tent, with a female bandit pointing out a Super blaster. Sanaca fired a blast at the barrel, missing and attracting the attention of the bandit. She wouldn't be guarding the tent if there wasn't something worth guarding. She dashed back, barely dodging the oncoming fire, and slipping down, smacking the gun from the bandit's hand with her Calibur. Coming back up, she grabbed the bandit's outstretched arm, twisting it around and giving a whack on her neck. There was an abrupt cry, but then the bandist curmpled to the floor. Enetering the tent, Sanaca found Archemiday wielding a rusted Brandish.

"Fancy meeting you here, princess!" I tease with a weak smile. I point my gunblade away from the two of them. "Look, I just want to save Arch. That's all." I hold out my hand to the female bandit. "How about I promise not to kill you if you hand him over to me? You don't gain anything except an another mouth to feed by keeping him around."

I leaned over to Archemiday, whispering.

"There's something off about her, do you know what she is gonna do?"

Name: Kaitlyn

Age: 19

Personality: Mischevious, likes to mess with people

Specialization: Excellent gunner and can remain stealth easily

Faction: Bandit

Anything else: Enjoys following people so she can mess with them later. Enjoys stealing well cooked meals from the people she follows.

Weaknesses: Fragile

Strengths: Gunner, stealth

(She would be a less used character used to cause mischief every so often.)

"No. Oh well. Lets just go with it for now. Lets head back to the tree house, I have unfinished work.". I said.

(Type 0 for the title pow.)

"And I'm Gwenyvier. Call me Gwen. Nice to meet you, Pow." I smile and step out of the tent. As I gaze upon the horizon of the afternoon sky, something in the yonder forest catches my eye. It appears to be a sword. Intrigued, I wander over to it for a better look.

It is indeed a sword. It appears to be a rapier of some kind, about two feet long, with a glowing purple blade and a black hilt. Swarm, perhaps? I pull it out of the ground and play with it. It's a little unbalanced, with a greater portion of the weight at the hilt. I've only ever seen...Void Chieftans...use it...uh oh.

What are they doing anywhere near Vendetta?

I start back to the camp and call out to Arch, but before I get very far, something grabs me from behind and drags me away. I kick, scream, punch, and scratch, but I only hit armor.

If there was ever a time I wished I could be knocked out, this would be it.

(OOC: unlike last time, she will have to save herself.)

The Chieftan teleports with me to an unfamiliar place, underground by the looks of it. It is dark, dank, and slightly muddy, with an unpleasant musty smell. The chains on my wrists clank as I rub my eyes and adjust to the unlit conditions. Then an unmistakable clanking of armor comes up behind me, and a deep, hollow voice rumbles, "We WoNt KeEp yOu lOnG."

We? Who's we?

Turns out that "we" consists of no less than three Void Chieftans. Seerusly!? There's no way I'm fighting my way out of that. Looks like I don't have to, though, because the first Chieftan adds, "tHiS wOn'T TaKe LoNg." He holds up a rune-brand to my face. "TiMe tO ReJoIn uS."

"No! Please, I don't want to go back there! I'll do anything! Anything!"

"No! Ple-e-e-e-ase..." *gasp* *sob*

"NOOOOO!!-"
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Connection lost. Reconnecting...
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I find myself stumbling back to camp. I trip and fall into a stream, and when I look into it, I see...some kind of purple rune on my chest, just below my neck. I scramble back up and race to the camp.

...no, I don't want to hug the dirt...

...look at the pretty lights...

(OOC: in case you didn't figure it out, she tripped and lost consciousness.)