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[RP] Galactic Underground|Night|Raining
Humen:
Midou
While Midou and his associate walk talking about this sudden event started by the underground a mysterious lad showed up out of seemingly nowhere and began to explain the event to them. Once he had finished he left before they could even get a word in. Befuddled by the man the two kept walking till the reached a split in the roads.
Alright I'm going this way. After I go see one of the loan sharks downtown I'll meet you at the factory.
The two went down the different roads Midou getting on the monorail while the other made his way to the Automate factory.
NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Nexalas
He didn't say anything, and just finished his ice cream as the 'cop' explained, listening and eating at the same time. There's a tourney tonight, he knew, and this could be a good chance to let loose his astral's pent up anger and get him to shut up for a few days. After the cop left, Nexalas got up and threw away what little trash he had away. He then walked up to Efialties and his friend.
Well, that was quite the misunderstanding. I'm gonna wait outside while you talk to your... friend.~
He then looked around, raising an eyebrow.
Speaking of friends, where's Ash and Misty? I didn't see them leave.
GrizzlyEatsKids:
Luke
Luke's eyes opened, but he could see nothing, save for the dense fog that surrounded him in all directions. He walked around, calling out for help, but not knowing why. As he moved forward, the fog moved around Luke, collecting in an area that was always ahead of him, no matter in which direction he walked. Eventually, all of the fog had collected in front of him, and he found himself to be in a giant, beautiful field, filled with lush green grass, beautiful bright flowers, and clean wispy clouds in a perfect blue sky. The mass of fog in front of him soon materialized into Phantom, the more physical form of his astral Shade. Phantom, which stood at at least twice his normal height, reached a massive hand down to Luke. Without a word ever having been said, Luke knew that his call for help had been answered. Right before he touched Phantom's hand, though, a giant , dark shape slammed down from the sky onto his astral, and with a muffled scream, Luke was thrown back as Phantom disappeared. As Luke lay on the ground, unable to move, the ground, and the world around him, began to disappear, a raging fire now destroying the once beautiful meadow. His eyes fixed upon the sky, Luke saw what had been responsible for the destruction of his astral. There, where the giant Phantom had been only moments ago, was now a large wooden totem, and behind it was a being so massive that he blotted out the sky. Luke's eyes stayed affixed to Garlock until, along with the rest of the world around him, the astral disappeared.
Luke was suddenly flying high above the sky on the back of Ghost, who was yet again twice his usual size. Luke had no idea what was below him, as all he could see were large, fluffy clouds beneath a warm, golden sunset. Luke felt as if nothing could touch him; he could stay here forever. All of his worries, fears, and sadness...they seemed so far away. He was shaken out of his fantasy by a loud explosion that seemed to rock the skies as a large ball ripped a hole in the clouds and blazed towards him. Luke held on tightly to his astral as Ghost was forced to swerve to avoid the giant cannonball. Soon, more of these cannonballs followed until they seemingly blocked out the sun. Ghost did everything in his power to avoid them, but the astral suddenly shattered as one of the cannonballs tore into his side, and Luke was sent plummeting downward. He soon felt his body hit the sea, and although he tried to swim up, he couldn't move. Before Luke even had time to fully panic, though, his body automatically righted itself, and Luke suddenly felt the need to put on the hood of his jacket, as he now stood on the top of a skyscraper, and the cold wind cut through him like a knife.
It was dark, out in the city, with none of the lights from any of the many surrounding building on. It was almost possibly one of the most breathtaking things that Luke had ever seen, save for one thing. Despite the darkness, Luke was able to clearly see the streets far below, which were littered with millions, if not billions of dead bodies. There were no words to describe the utter disgust and hate that Luke felt. He was then overcome by a sense of horror, as there, in the streets, on top of the pile of bodies, Luke could somehow clearly make out the faces of Kat, his mother, and his father. Luke's heart almost felt as if it stopped beating, and nothing other than impulse pushed him to jump off of the roof of the tower. As he fell, the building slanted under him and provided a surface for Luke to slide down. Once his feet hit the ground, Luke immediately ran over to his dead family, who not difficult to find, as they were the only bodies there now, with the rest of the streets being lined with a stream of blood. Luke knelt down in the blood next ti the three dead bodies, but he couldn't react. He simply didn't know how. As Luke looked up from the corpses, his eyes met with that of another person that was now standing directly across from him. These eyes were spectacular, a dark gray, almost black colored, decorated with flecks of gold. These eyes could only belong to one person: Logan Taylor. Luke looked at the man in pure horror. An adult form of his older brother stood directly across from him, holding a pistol that's barrel was still emitting tendrils of smoke.
Tickles:
(Blades can Gmod after this)
Dagen seen a cool looking sports car. "I wonder who this belongs too?" He liked the way it looked. The yellow on black reminded him of the movies he used to watch as a kid. The sleek design made him think of a cool summer day with the windows rolled down. Then, he remembered the day he got his license, how his dad spent literally months teaching him to drive, and the lessons his old man taught him. "Son, a man is only measured by the amount of work he does..." He smiled a bit, thinking one day, he will drive a car like that, and make his old man proud. Someday....
The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash grinned, walking up behind Dagen. "Pretty sweet, huh?" He glanced lovingly at the car. "It's my baby." Then, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a key-ring and jangling it."That's why I swear to God if you crash it I'll kill you." Then he tossed Dagen the keys, and the silver-haired man was too surprised to catch them. They hit him in the head, and clattered to the ground.
Misty laughed at Dagen's blank face, bending down to grab the keys and then holding them out for him to take. "Why do males love cars so much?" The question was rhetorical, she knew she'd get no answer. Dagen had finally snapped back to reality, and his eyes had gone as wide as saucers before he gingerly took the keys from her hands, marveling at them. Slowly, his gaze wandered from the keys to ash, and then back to the keys, and then to the car. "You sure...?" Ash nodded. "Go for it."
Dagen didn't ask twice, letting out something close to a child's scream of excitement before dashing over to the car, and pulling the door open. The seats of the car were made of firm leather, and the cover of the steering wheel had been custom fitted with a soft black cover. A large pair of fuzzy black dice with neon blue marking hung from the rear-view mirror, and the driver seat floorboard had a rubber mat covering it. "Whoa..." Without another word he slid into the driver's seat, taking a moment to adjust it. Ash was roughly his height, so why the seat had been so close to the steering wheel was anyone's guess. Then, grinning like the Cheshire cat, he slid the key into the ignition and turned.
The engine roared like a lion as it came to life, before dimming to a rumbling purr. Dagen couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he reached for shift, hand closing around the leather wrapped ballpoint end, the other on the wheel. He was about to tell ash and Misty to hurry up and get in, when he realized they'd been inside the car for a while. Ash rode shotgun, feet kicked up on the dashboard, and Misty was in the left side of the back seat, muttering complaints at Ash for taking the front. "Where we going?"
Ash paused, looking him over once, and then nodding. Yeah, he was pretty sure his clothes would fit Dagen. "My place. Hang a left up ahead, and then drive for a few miles." Then, he reached over to make sure his belt was buckled, and glanced back at Misty to make sure hers was, then added, "And don't be afraid to rush it." The raven-haired trainer was known for his speeding habits, much to Misty's dismay, and would be perfectly fine if Dagen took advantage of driving in a sports car.
Dagen's grin widened, and then, without warning, he pressed down the gas pedal, shifting the car into a different gear. The tires squealed and spun, and the car engine roared again.All most people saw was a yellow and black blur weaving in and out of traffic, to which they would shake their fist out the window at yell at them, muttering complaints about the loud engine. The silver-haired man remember his directions, and turned left, speeding down the straight section. "Where now?" Ash pointed right, then instructed, "Pull into the two story brick-house."
Dagen nodded,and when the house came up, he slowed down, shifting down a gear and pulling in. Ash reached over him, pressing a button on a small remote in the console. The garage door creaked, and slowly began to open. "Welcome to my house." And during all of that, Misty clutched her seat like her life depended on it, muttering about moronic boys.
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