Pokemon Universe MMORPG
Creative Discussions => Roleplay Corner => Other Roleplay => Topic started by: Silver on July 23, 2011, 05:37:06 AM
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chansey frenchfry whining for me to make an RP. So here:
A new law has been passed at a global level. All issues involving goverment, parliament, or politics in general, must have completely secular views, banning religion from having any influence on a country.
The religions of the world combined under a single god to rebel against this, to retake religion as the main source of goverment power; Temple of the Black Light.
Since then, the hierarchy of the Temple has been working from the underground, managing and planning to regain control.
The goverment disregarded the Temple as a meaningless threat, and moved on to different matters.
Deciding that they refused to be taken lightly, the followers of the Black Light took it upon themselves to have themselves be noticed again, aquiring explosives, and driving them under a shopping mall on a busy saturday morning.
The RP will begin minutes before the this event, with the detonator in hand of the(self proclaimed)Grand Imperial Monarch of the Temple of the Black Light.
Each RP'er will choose a faction; the goverment, who is attempting to enforce the laws that have been given, or the Temple of the Black Light, a rebel group of guerilla freedom fighters, people who believe they are being opressed under a totalitarian rule.
Skeletons are as follows:
Username:
RP name"
Faction:
Personality:
Bio:
Image:
PM me with your applications, I'll try to have an even number on both sides, so I'll probably post them in pairs.
JerryEDIT: Approved :)
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Chernobog examined the mall in front of him closely. Several stories tall, highly populated. Nothing better to set an example of the Temple of the Black Light's ferocity. his gaze then turned to an older figure approaching him. The man's bald head had an intricate black ring tattooed upon it. He was a messenger of Black Light.
"Grand Imperial Monarch Chernobog."
"What is it, old man?"
Chernobog towered over the messenger, as he did with most people. His dark armor added at least three inches to his profile as well, sending the very simple message, A giant walks among you.
"The Minister's fire is being kindled in the profligate's forest."
"Excellent. Inform me when the flames are ready to be fanned."
The messenger bowed and moved away, disappearing into the crowd. Chernobog reached to his waist, resting his hand on the detonator for the semtex being driven under the mall by the warriors of the Black Light.
Soon... Very soon...
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Joseph walked with the average crowd at the mall. Under his sunglasses, his eyes were fixed on a tall figure with dark armor. At his waist he saw the detonator, the mans fingers resting on it. Ready to blow the place sky high...
Joseph reached for his cell and dialed. He spoke in a hushed tone.
"I see the man with the detonator, tall and wearing dark armor."
"Disable the detonator, or the man, as quickly as possible."
"Yes, sir."
He vanished into the sea of people, keeping his eyes fixed on the tall man.
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Chernobog searched lazily through the crowd around him. They were so carefree, so... unsuspecting. In only a few minutes they would be scrambling in fear of the Temple of the Black Light.
Suddenly, he noticed someone different. A raven-haired man in a blue suit was approaching him through the ocean of profligates. Chernobog hid the detonator beneath his cape, moving his other hand to the sword sheathed on his back, concealed by the cape.
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It appears Mr. Medieval has noticed me. I can't let him become suspicious.
Joseph walked away to meet with another agent.
"Have you located the Temple of Black Light cult members?"
"Yes, the SWAT team is on their way."
"Perfect."
He walked back to where the the man in black armor was, being careful to stay out of his point of view. Reaching his hand into his coat pocket, he pulled out a long tube of knockout gas. He opened it and rolled it to the knights feet, and in seconds the gas became a large grayish-green cloud.
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Chernobog held his breath, blinded by the smoke surrounding him. His hand still gripping his concealed blade, he rushed out of the gas, searching wildly for the raven haired man.
"Warriors! To me!"
Several soldiers of Black Light emerged from the Profligates, Most brandishing weapons such as knives or hammers. Chernobog spotted the assassin among the crowd.
"Why do you interfere, Profligate? It will only earn you death."
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Bastion sits down on a bench near two agents watching them intently. Then he glances over at Chernobog and his crew.
These are not your average cos-players
He snickers.
He awaits patiently on a bench as some freaked out civilians rush out of the mall.
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"You think you can justify your cause by blowing up this mall, do you? Ending the lives of hundreds of people who do not deserve to be harmed. You're nothing but terrorists."
Joseph pulled his pistol out of his coat and put it to the mans head.
"You tell your buddies below us to call off the explosives, and don't think you can just kill me and get away. You're surrounded."
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Cecil waited in anticipation for the explosion. He had seen a lot of stuff blow up before. But he had never seen a mall blow up before. As he waited, he noticed a man walking towards Chernogbog. The man pulled a pistol out of his coat and pointed it at Chernobog's head. He noticed some men closing in on the small group of warriors behind Chernobog. Cecil tried not to attract attention as he slowly advanced towards the men. A man ran to Cecil's side, and started trying to convince him to buy something stupid. He ignored the salesman, who followed him, trying to get Cecil to listen. People were staring now. Cecil pulled out a dagger, spun, and cut the man's throat with his blade in one quick motion. The people around him screamed and ran into the huge crowd. Cecil continued towards the group without even acknowledging the people that yelled at him angrily as he pushed them out of his way.
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Chernobog shook his head laughing slightly.
"'Justify our cause'? Our cause needs no justification, Profligate. This is merely... a demonstration. A lesson in the pain that will become you, should you continue to oppose the Black Light."
The messenger from earlier emerged from the crowd surrounding the agent and the Black Light warriors. The old man approached Chernobog, whispering to him.
"The flames are ready to be fanned, Grand Imperial Monarch."
Chernobog released the grip on his sword, returning his other hand to the detonator at his hip.
"Well, agent, despite your haphazard efforts, it would appear as if our time together is at an end."
Removing the small, t-shaped object from his hip, Chernobog turned away from the mall, squeezing the trigger. The parking lot beneath the building was engulfed in a massive explosion in seconds, incinerating the foundation. The first three stories were also painted red and black in fire and smoke. It wouldn't be much longer until the entire building came down.
Chernobog walked away, accompanied closely by the Warriors of the Black Light.
"Farewell, raven-haired soldier."
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Bastion hears the screams of more civilians when a mans throat was cut. His eyes then follows the man that people seem to have been giving mixed emotions to.
"What the hell just happened?!"
One middle aged man yelled.
" Is that man okay?"
One young teenage girl asked stunned.
Bastion shifts uncomfortably
I knew this would happen but it still shakes me..
He stood up quickly and ran down the hall shoving through people shouting "Run! Run!"
A loud boom echoed thereafter and he popped open a window with his suitcase.
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Chaos erupted in the shopping mall. The air clouded with debris, smoke, and ash. Joseph helped as many as he could, but when he noticed his own coat was on fire, he realized that he had to get out.
He managed to make it to the nearest exit when the firetrucks arrived. They drenched the mall and the flames began to die down.Getting into his car, he drove back to the agency.
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I get to the mall, i see the fire on the mall and it getting put out, i pull out a radio.This is James calling command, the mall just got blown up, what am i supposed to do now?
This is command, pursue the enemy.
Roger.
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People in the streets were giving Chernobog a wide berth, sometimes even walking into the street, as if getting too near the Warriors might poison them. One of the warriors approached him, walking by his side.
Grand Imperial Monarch, where are we going?
"WE aren't going anywhere. I am visiting our informant. The rest of YOU are returning to the lower Temple."
"B-but sir... why are we not accompanying you?"
Chernobog sighed. "Because, warrior. The informant is an asshole."
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Bastion runs out of the window simultaneously as firefighters open hydrants. He coughs softly and takes a deep breath.
Meh... we failed to keep the mall from exploding....god damn. I need a drink..
Bastion heads towards his car.
"Where was that bartender.... I think he's a few miles from here. Oh yeah..!
He starts up the engine and drives off.
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Cecil watched the mall explode, not hiding the fact that he was enjoying it. After the fire was put out, he turned around and calmly walked away. He walked through the streets, only trying to conceal himself when he saw the police. There were police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks all drove towards the mall, while the people in the streets panicked and tried to get indoors. He was still able to see the mall in the distance when it started collapsing.
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His phone was ringing like crazy, though he continued to ignore. Never in his career had he failed like this. He finally picked up the phone answered.
"What do you want?"
"I need you to talk to a man named Miles. He's a bartender working nearby. I've had the location downloaded to your phone, it's only a few miles away."
"How the hell is a bar tender going to help us?"
"He knows more than both the TBL and ourselves. I need you to get as much information out of him as possible!"
"Yes, sir."
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Chernobog pushed the double doors to be bar open, extending his arms to their fullest length and noting with satisfaction the loud crash as each door impacted the wall.
"Miles!"
He then noticed a few peculiar things. For one, the chairs were all stacked on top of the tables. The bar was also entirely empty. Miles was absent as well.
"...It's... closed."
Immediately, Chernobog slammed the doors shut, noticing he'd broken the lock. Checking around, he confirmed that the blinds were all shut. He headed behind the bar, poured himself a glass of Château Margaux, then sat down on a stool and removed his helmet to drink, waiting for the bartender to arrive.
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From a distance, you could hear some glass clinking together, followed by fast moving footsteps.
"Watch what you're doing to my BAR!" Miles screams, bursting out of the back and throwing a chep bottle of champagne at the armored man's head, having it smash and glass flies throughout the room.
"How many times do I have to tell you?! Do you not understand what CLOSED means? It means you're not allowed inside, as in, don't come in!"
He swipes the glass from the champagne covered Chernobog, and takes a swig from it.
"And you're gonna pay for the entire damn bottle too..."
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Bastion pulls up his car near the bar and parallel parks. He takes his suitcase with him and walks casually towards the bar. He sees a closed sign and sighs, he stares at the old brown door with the words "BALL-SACK" engraved on the lower right. He's slightly pissed off, and sits down on the steps pulling out his phone.
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The bottle shattered against Chernobog's chest plate.
"I will allow that act to go unpunished only because of your now broken front door."
He sat up straight, putting his helmet back on.
"What new information do you have for us, Miles?"
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"Surprise surprise, Chernobog needs his hand held. First I get the money for the door and my drinks, then I'll see if I can remember."
Taking another drink from the bottle, Miles walks into the back again to return with a cloth, and throws it onto Chernobog's face.
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Chernobog grabbed the cloth, wiping the flat champagne off his armor.
"I suppose simply allowing you to live doesn't suffice. Greedy as always..."
Reaching into the a leather pouch on his hip, Chernobog pulled out a thick black wallet, removing a single hundred dollar bill and placing it on the table.
"Chirp up, bartender."
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"Hmm...For a hundred, I'll tell you how the goverment figured out what you're doing. If you don't like it, well you should have paid more. You have someone working from the inside. With a group as large as yours, I don't really know why you didn't think of it before.
Have fun finding him, mixed in with the crazies and the fanatics, he's gonna be well hidden.
As i friend of mine used to say:
I perchance hereafter shall think meet
to put an antic disposition on."
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I look around and can't find them, I pull the radio out again.
Now what?
We have already sent an agent to the location, but there is a bartender that has info we need, plus we have reports of Chernobog. There, we are sending you the location, your GPS will guid you there.
Roger.
GPS activated, turn left.
There's no road there, I think I'll just use the map.
Fine.
I start driving to the bar.
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"Hmph. Next time we meet, you should be grateful if all I break is your door."
Chernobog rotated and stepped off the stool, walking to the main entrance. Pulling the doors open, he was greeted by the back of a blond-haired man in a blue suit sitting on the steps outside.
"Move aside, profligate."
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I get to the location and see Chernobog yelling at one of our agents,I park a little away and start spying on Chernobog.
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Bastion takes a quick puff of his cigar before a familiar voice tells him to move aside. He does a quick turn to glance at the mans face.
"Bloody hell! A coincidence indeed." Bastion says surprised.
He stands up and stares at Chernobog. His profiler instinct suddenly shines out
" I didn't expect to see you here. Know this I know much about you at one glance. Your father doesn't love you, and your mother doesn't care. You are in your late twenties or in the early thirties. You are barbaric and....I don't have enough time to summarize your complex childhood. I believe you have above average strength, but your dexterity is somewhat-laughable."
He still stares intently in Chernobog's eyes.
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Chernobog closed his eyes, thinking deeply. That profile wasn't perfect, but it did hit home in more than one area. Father wasn't much of a family man, and he WAS quite strong for a man.
"Dexterity? Laughable? And who are you, a mere Profligate, to made such a bold assumption of the Grand Imperial Monarch of the Temple of the Black Light?"
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Bastion does not takes his eyes off of Chernobog. He ignores the question and brings out a few cubeanZ.1412 cigars.
"Would you like one?"
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Chernobog chortled slightly. He removed his helmet, letting it hang near the base of his neck by its straps. He took a cigar, lighting it with a flame procured from a zippo lighter build into the middle finger of his armor.
"You've got nerve, profligate, I'll give you that."
Chernobog bit down on the cigar, not yet taking a puff.
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Bastion starts speaking once more, after taking a long pause to breath.
"You bombed a building...for a childish reason."
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Chernobog took the cigar out of his mouth, shaking his head.
"Was it childish, Profligate? Is it childish to take action when all is taken from you unjustly? When you've been denied your rightful place atop the chain of command? Muslims, Christians, Jews, Hindus Buddhists, we've all been done a common wrong. Theft, Profligate. From us has been taken all the power we once had over the common people - profligates, such as yourself. And it has been taken from us by none other than the very puppets we once used for that control."
He crouched down, about eye level with the stranger.
"Is it childish... to be in the right?"
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The door behind Chernobog swings open, and Miles can be seen leaning on the doorframe, with a glass of scotch in hand.
"Chernobog, get the hell out of here. I don't need people thinking that this bar is a place to LARP when they're not trying to pick up girls in a victorian dialect."
He waves his hands in a 'shoo' motion.
"And that goes for the rest of you too. We're CLOSED"
Turning around, he slams the door but with the lock broken, it drifts open slightly with a creak.
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Chernobog stood up, placing his helmet back securely on his head.
"We are not attacking anyone, Profligate. We are merely defending what is ours."
He turned from the stranger, walking away.
"Thanks for the cigar, though."
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Well, if we don't kill Chernobog I know what will, well it looks like I'm not getting any information out of the bartender anyway.
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Bastion stared at Chernobog as he walked away.
"Wait!"
Bastion shouts.
"Thank you for your time!"
He grabs his keys from his pocket and goes into his car. He drives off smiling.
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Cecil walked to the entrance of the network of underground caves of the Temple of the Black Light. This wasn't the whole headquarters, only a few sections were underground. The whole Temple of the Black Light was surprisingly large. The above-ground areas were well-concealed, so it hadn't been found by the government yet.
Cecil walked through the entrance, and got into one of the subway-like vehicles that could transport people to different sections of the huge network that were miles away. It took him to the plaza of an underground city, with artificial lighting systems. It wasn't as bright as it was outside of the caves, but it was good enough.
Cecil walked to the HQ, which was a group of huge buildings arranged in a square, so that there was a big area in the center, which had a few different purposes. There was the living quarters for soldiers, which had a cafeteria, a lounge(couldn't think of a better word.), dormitories, and training rooms; a building for generals and the leaders of the Temple of the Black Light, and a few more buildings. He went to his dorm, cleaned off the dagger he had used to kill the salesman at the mall, and took off his armor. He looked in the mirror. He had thick sand-blonde hair that went about halfway down his neck. His eyes were a darker shade of green than most people with green eyes had. He had an intense and unrelenting gaze, which had struck fear into the few people who had ever seen him without his helmet. He always wore his helmet around other people, and only lifted the piece of his helmet that covered his mouth when he was eating.
He was going to meet one of the leaders the next morning to receive an assignment. It was most likely an assassination attempt on someone from the government. He sat on his bed, thinking about the events today, and wondered why they had decided to blow up the mall. He knew the reason wasn't what the leaders had told them. He heard a knock on his door, and scrambled to get his helmet before they opened the door and saw him. He wanted to keep his true identity a secret, for multiple reasons. The most obvious one was that he was an assassin, and he didn't trust anyone enough to believe that they wouldn't accidentally give him away if he was attempting to assassinate someone without his armor. He grabbed his helmet, but he was too late, and the door opened before he could put it on.
((Cliffhanger :P))
((I'll list the second reason later, since it's going to be important for character development later on))
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Chernobog approached the entrance to their headquarters, which was once a mosque. The guards, appropriately, were both Muslims. They stepped aside at the first sight of Chernobog's armor, having learned long ago that he wasn't a man to be kept waiting.
Pushing the doors open, he was met with an empty building, a thin layer of dust coating everything. To the average person, it appeared to have been recently abandoned. To those whom placed their allegiances with the Black Light, on the other hand...
Chernobog moved to the front of the mosque, where a small marble block was jutting out of the floor, a small slit in its center. Removing the sword from it's upside-down sheath on his back, he pressed the blade into the marble, causing a small click. Sheathing his blade, Chernobog pushed against the marble, causing it to swing on its hidden hinges, revealing a staircase underneath.
Cliche, perhaps. But definitely an effective disguise.
Chernobog descended down into their base, replacing the marble block as he went.
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I get back in my car, i also grab my radio. The bartender's bar is closed, Got any other great plans?
Uh.....no.
Roger.
I put the radio down.
Why do they always send me on missions i can't complete?
Beats me.
Good to see your still activated GPS, i think you need a nickname.
Okay, how about sheila?
No overused, how about navi?
Why?
Oh nothing.
I remember how annoying navi was in The legend of zelda ocarina of time.
Okay, you do realize that all i can help you with is the directions, but i can also give you someone to talk to.
Great.
((Start posting again!))