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 Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 9:49 am
Intro 1/2
On the western tip of continent Gambino exists a small peninsula. This peninsula is known far and wide for countless chaotic or unexplainable events that have taken place upon it. Rumors and superstitions have run deep for longer than most beings can remember.
Such rumors would of course attract those who exhibited curiosity, greed, goodwill, dark plans, etc. However, the most prevailing attitude that thrives in the area is a sense of adventure.
Welcome to the city of Yourmomtropolis, which sits in the central area of the mini peninsula. The city slogan is "Welcome to Adventure," and it just isn't kidding. The idea of a daily routine barely exists in this city, as usually there is some form of chaos present. Yet, somehow, the city has over time become a very beautiful place to live, for whomsoever could stand the challenges of living there. Amazing technological, medical, culinary, and entertainment-based facilities are scattered throughout. One can only imagine what they'll find as they explore.
A couple miles outside the city lies a strange, large circular clearing decorated with runes and untranslated text. This is perhaps the most mysterious area of the Tropolis peninsula. A large establishment would very soon appear there without explanation...
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 10:06 am
DA RULES
There aren't many.
1. Mission Statement. This thread was designed to be a practice thread for characters and character concepts. Thus, I have made a very diverse set of environments to suit varied needs. The diversity will be explained a bit more in the next post. So, read it, I guess.
Yeah.
And if you feel the need to add another environment to it all, run it by me. Chances are we can make it work.
2. Like you didn't see this coming.
3. A wise man once said: "take it to pm" Seriously. Romance and violence are perfectly acceptable. But there's a difference between ": 3"/: 0"/"o0"/"._." and "o___________________________o;;;".
I do believe I've made myself clear.
And, I mean, that IS in TOS, pretty much.
But um. Need clarification? Hit me with some question marks.
4. Um, be nice? Keep drama out of thread? Stuff like that? Okay.
5. OOC is perfectly acceptable. BUT SO IS IC SOMETIMES, JUST SAYING.
6. I don't expect any problems anyway. Like, it was more fun typing this than anything, so...don't prove me wrong, lol.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 11:18 am
Intro 2/2 fffffffffffffffffffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHLate night against a partly cloudy sky illuminated by a full moon. And then, illuminated by a giant circular mint-blue beam of light blasting upwards from the ground. This would surely get the nearby city buzzing with rumors. Exactly what Sera Joseph hoped for. As they (that is, her husband Max, her teenage son Jax, and herself) stood at the edge of the sacred clearing, they had to squint to avoid being blinded by the miraculous event they were witnessing. Close up, they could see that the beam was not light, but instead a bunch of differently sized mint blue orbs melding perfectly together to perform their Ritual of Entrust. See, of the few people whom had dared venture onto the site and stay long enough to study, these were the only people whose intentions were deemed worthy of respect and trust. These things could be sensed by the orbs. Thus, Max's study of the runes went largely unimpeded for months on end. Eventually, he began to decipher the mysterious lettering system, based on small excavations he made in key, conspicuous areas, and the shaping of the symbols themselves. Much remained a mystery, but one thing of dire importance became understood in exact translation. This ground, most sacred memorial to our way of life and death, shall remain untouched till those with the touch and understanding of the gentle might make themselves present and willing upon our land. Those gentle beings shall be entrusted with our power and our peace, our final purpose. But, let they not the Selfish ones abuse, for upon this, all involved shall be banished or worse. Our truest wrath is not known and not to be known. Requested.Upon this discovery, the Blue Ones (as they so aptly referred to themselves) had revealed themselves to the family of three. They turned out to be playful, friendly spirits whom only wanted to make true the wishes of those whom they deemed worthy. Upon analyzing the deepest desires of the three, well... The Josephbox Inn was born, taking up most of the clearing. [[I guess I lied. Read all the posts on this page with an Ornate style. : P ...PLUS THIS.]]
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 3:35 pm
Intro 3/2
They all just stared for awhile, spirits now hovering calmly above them. They hadn't known what to expect...but the spirits creating a building on their own homeland? How profoundly generous. Odd, too. The building looked like a standard, brick lodging, save for its shiny platinum and glowing neon green coloration.
Sera was the first one to break the silence, as her eyes hovered toward the sign of the large, two-story building. "...Josephbox Inn? Who the ******** came up with that?" She said it sort of halfheartedly, as if attempting to shake off the feelings of amazement. Jax's own feelings were broken by a tattletale spirit solidifying into a mint blue squishy round thing and bouncing on Jax's head repeatedly, each time with a squeak that did not sound like something most toys would make. This is partly because, over time, the squeak started to take the form of a word: Jax.
Max and Sera stared, Max with extreme interest and Sera with amusement no less extreme. Jax stood there, cutely puzzled. Max soon spoke up. "I wonder..what should we do next?" As if sensing his confusion, the Blue Ones began to swarm about the three, bumping into them in ways that suggested they move towards the building as they all squeaked their three names as best the could, while leaving thin trails of mint blue mist in their wake. They followed their promptings all the way in.
There were tons of boxes scattered throughout the main room. There appeared to be stairs to a second floor, and another set to a basement. Bar, dance floor, stage, sofas, chairs, tables..
Suddenly, a large group of Blue Ones flew in front of them, working together to carry what looked like the master console for an epic, hi-tech stereo system. One of them flew in front of the group, and tried to communicate.
"Oro?" It bounced off the system lightly. Sera blinked. "CD player.." The Blue did not recognize the words, and only floated there, bobbing and turning. Jax thought on this for a moment. "...Music?"
With that, the whole giant mob of Blue Ones went into a squeaking frenzy as they flew to and fro about the upper regions of the room. Apparently they understood the word music. Sera grinned and pulled from her pocket a very convenient CD, and popped it into the stereo.
I gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night
Jax promptly facepalmed once the song started, and Max simply grinned-- or they would have, but as soon as the music started blasting through the speakers set up throughout the building, the Blue Ones suddenly shifted into a chaotic organization of organizing chaotically, shifting items around the room, up the stairs, down the stairs...
Sera quickly took charge. "Max. Take downstairs. Jax, upstairs. I'll stay here. Let's help 'em out."
Tonight's the night (HEY!)
Let's live it up (lets live it up)
I got my money (I'm paid)
Lets spend it up (Lets spend it up)
Go out and smash it (Smash it)
Like Oh My God (Like Oh My God)
Jump off that sofa (Come On!)
Lets kick it
OFF
Using any verbal or body language they could to properly communicate, they help set up the building in under..say, five minutes? Crazy shi-
Upstairs: a long hallway for guest rooms and a giant fancy balcony at the end of it. Downstairs: a gym, a theater room for fancier occasions, a study/library, the arcade of Jax's dreams, a lounge, a private battle arena, and other special places.
(Map of the building can be found here.)
[[Edit: ...First come, first serve with where the balcony is compared to the outside map. I'll keep you posted. >>]]
Here we come
Here we go
We gotta rock
Easy come
Easy go
Now we on top
Feel the shot
Body rock
Rock it don't stop
Round and round
Up and down
Around the clock
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday
Friday, Saturday
Saturday to Sunday
Get, get, get, get, get with us
You know what we say (say)
Party everyday
Party everyday
Once finished, the Blue Ones rushed Max and Sera to their room, and Jax to his.
...Seems they'd already been decorated and furnished.
Sweeeeeet.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 7:57 pm
Final Intro
Jax awoke the next morning to a Blue One "staring" him right in the face. It formed what appeared to be eyes. Cute, deep blue eyes with golden pupils. Jax, groggy as he was, showed only mild surprise. "..Heeey.."
It blinked.
"Hm..you can't talk much, can you?" It blinked again, and then squeaked "Jax."
Jax sat up, perplexed, smiling. "But you know my name." It squeaked in apparent joy. "So I'm guessing you guys can learn...just, it takes time? You heard our names a lot while we were studying the place. And you understood music--" It squeaked in delight. "Did you learn that when other people from the city visited?"
It blinked again, and then a map materialized, unrolled in Jax's lap. "..map?"
"..Ci-ty..Ma...Map."
Jax grinned and nodded. "Map."
MAP.
Something strange about the map occurred to Jax, besides it's sudden appearance from nowhere: The map seemed rather..incomplete?
Who would add to it? When, and how?
He shook off the freaky feeling he had about that, and proceeded to continue trying to communicate with the friendly little blob.
He wondered where his parents might be, at the moment?
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 8:01 pm
Reserved
[[Let the RPing commence.]]
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:08 pm
"This isn't the exodar," A sigh. "Seems we took a wrong turn from Astranaar..."
A Draenei paladin and his Broken companion laid their eyes upon the building before them. They were quite used to buildings being amongst all the trees, though it seemed as if they would have to conform to another culture once again. "I hadn't realized the exodar crashed twice," The broken, named Devanand, humorously observed, stifling a chuckle to see if his companion would join in.
"Better harvest the crystal before the sunhawks warp here," Alkatraz, the draenei, returned. Seemed he would.
The two continued onward. The mixture of clanking sounds from the taller, stronger male's armor overshadowed the swishing clothes of the shorter, frailer man next to him, though both possessed strengths equal in different ways. Devanand sensed the presence of a spirit he had yet to encounter before. This was quite expected in such a new land and horrendously perked the interest of the shaman so deeply buried in his cloths. Alkatraz laughed inaudibly as his companion's hood revealed a bit more of his face to the sun. "This place intrigues you," The paladin claimed.
"That it does, my friend," The shaman admitted. His seemingly empty eyes ran over the curious building before them. The clicks of Alkatraz's hooves were completely omitted from the experience- for once.
"So you sense something." --- "That I do."
Alkatraz's handsome features deepened in definition as his hearty laugh broke through. He swung his sword up and rested it against a heavy shoulder pad. The only detail of the hardly body that seemed like it couldn't support the wait was the limp tentacles running from his chin; even the tail blissfully wagging back and forth behind him could probably handle a few weights. "You're too much- you're eyes spend far more time widened then lazily drooped!"
"Considering my position in this world, that's quite an advancement over the implied demeanor." --- "That it is." --- "I have a feeling that you're mocking me, Alkatraz." --- "Your senses are quite potent, Devanand."
A powerful knock echoed from the door.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 5:00 pm
Jax opened the door and smiled at them, having just arrived downstairs. "Good morning. I--"
"GREETINGS," interrupted Sera from the roof, jumping up from her relaxed and hidden position. In doing so, she sort of rolled down the slope of the second story roof..given the red and pink flashy light-up roller skates she wore, of course. (It complemented her chain pants and white polo shirt oddly well.)
When she hit the edge, she dived off and barrel rolled as she hit the grass to absorb the impact, immediately recovering again onto her feet not more than five feet from the nearest newcomer.
Max then sat up too, for he had been hidden in a nearby tree. (He wore a camouflage suit and tie, you see, which I suppose would make up for the black top hat, which he tipped to the gents as he issued his-) "Welcome. Welcome, two and all, to the Josephbox Inn. We are most pleased to have you with us on such a momentous occasion; this, our--"
"Opening day, hell yes, people!" Sera. "This is a club, an inn, an amusement center, a getaway. It's a party that never stops."
Max hopped down from the tree, landing on hand and knee. (He'd used hid free hand to hold still the top hat.) He then stood up as if he hadn't just done that, looking very composed. "Well put, my dear. One of the things my family and I have desired most, as of late, was a place where we could stay, all the while experiencing constant adventure in our own special ways. I sought a place where I could learn. My wife sought fun as die-hard as her. My son-- Jax, what are you waving at?"
They turned their eyes in the direction of the path leading away from the Inn at just the right moment to view a camera flash. Sera laughed. "YES. Reporters. They must have seen the whole thing." She skated to them down the thin path of paving stones, fully ready to handle the publicity front. She only wished Jax had gotten up sooner..they'd had a dog suit ready for him and everything. Max nodded to the two. "Excuse me for a moment. I must go back her up some on the legal end of things. Jax, I leave the care of these two in your capable hands." He did so.
Jax simply returned to shaking his head for a few moments. "Costumes..I should have known..."
And then.
"Well, uh..normal stuff. I promise you, we have plenty."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 12:39 pm
Alkatraz had tensed greatly, readying his sword in case these humans proved less hospitable than those sworn to the alliance. Devanand had cowered back and lit his hands aflame with circles of energy that would conjure up any of the totems his skills had more than become familiar with. All that preparation was for nothing, aside from leaving a strong impression upon the people who inevitably led the falsely stressful situation down a sillier route. Max's gent-status proved quite aerodynamic as it flew over the heads of the lost beings- as did Sera.
A manditory bit of wind that managed to come by at an awkwardly silent moment ran its fingers through Alkatraz's hair; it seemed well taken care of- as did his body -for a man more of a medieval time.
The wind gtfo'd just as Max and Sera left. Unlike them, the words begging to drip from Alkatraz's and Devanand's lips remained locked within, then were replaced as both the men glanced towards Jax. He seemed about as tall as the humans back in Azeroth. Well wasn't that a reli- "Normal? We've not seen anything normal for a couple of hours," The Draenei Paladin's voice filled the stagnant air. With it came a heavy, Russian sounding accent that somehow complimented his appearance.
"We've been lost," The Broken Shaman added. His voice was raspy and lightly accented.
The blade resting upon Alkatraz's shoulder was swung from it's spot and jammed into a hilt. It scrapped almost graciously. Devanand kept his staff within his hand. It was a sturdy, blunt weapon, but nothing entirely worth worrying about.
They headed on inside, glancing around. Both sets of eyebrows furrowed in a desperate manner. 'I suppose we're not in Azeroth anymore.'
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 5:06 pm
*...SLURRRRRRRRP...*
*...SLURRRRRRRRRRRRRRP...*
"...Huh...", she'd give a soft sigh.
"....He's late....Again.", her youthful voice would slip from between her lips.
Slowly she'd take her dark skinned hand, and moved to pull the plastic top of her cup from it's hold. Ruby orbs would stare down into the icy depths of the cup to find no form of liquid anywhere...save for a small amount at the bottom. Her white haired head would lift softly, and her eyes would move down the empty barcounter.
The image of the bartender would slowly come to her...She'd watch him silently while he carefully watched whatever was on TV for that particular moment. She'd notice that his hand would idly move about against the hurricane glass he had as if he were washing it---Though it was quite clean.
"Excuse me, sir?" She'd start slowly.
"Huh?" the bartender jumped softly," Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want something?"
"Another smoothie please? Remember! Small cup, and only a little 7-up!", she'd say with a small smile--Though she sounded really serious about it. He'd watch her of course to make sure---and when it was decided he'd shrug softly before smiling as well," Y'know the medium size doesn't cost but two more gold, right?" Looking over her, he'd note her soft nod. The smile was next...It was a sweet smile--she must have smiled just like that hundreds of times before.
"Yup! But this is 'his' tab. I shouldn't run up his bill."
"You won't with two more gold." He'd laugh.
"True...But we haven't seen each other in years....I don't know what he thinks of me really."
The bartender smiled," He must trust you. Not many people will let their little cousins at their counter tab just because they're family. Children aren't usually so considerate."
She'd merely smile," Well I'll make sure to remain unusual."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 5:13 pm
Azeroth..so, humans are about five feet, ten inches tall, there? Interesting--
Jax had become a bit taken aback at the drawing of weapons, but see..this was not the first time his parents had freaked strangers out, so he was almost used to it by now.
So it was hot, but then it was chill. Brah.
At least he was learning a thing or two about dealing with embarrassment...
"Huh.." He followed them inside. "Is there any way I can help? You being our first customers and all would probably merit some kind of total discount for awhile-- come to think of it, I don't know if we're even going to be charging anyway, but yeah-- I could get you food or drinks if you wanted to sit down at the bar or a table or couch, and we have various facilities downstairs. We also have rooms upstairs, for any who might wish to stay here." Yay, he got to point and give his own spiel. It was a mixture of strange and fun.
Would they ask him for directions? He sort of hoped not..usually, he was of little use for that.
...did he just hear a small round of applause outside? People must have started to gather into a small crowd.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 5:50 pm
"Unusual is usually good."
He'd be seen walking to the bar from the doorway, running his own deeply tanned hand across his forehead to brush the deep green bangs aside. "Of course, so's being entertained while I tended to my personal business. And I figured, hey, why not; what's the worst anyone could do in a restaurant?"
He'd nod at the two of them in greeting, taking a seat next to her. "Apparently, the answer to that question is that you'd deprive yourself of the medium, which you're welcome to."
He turned from her to the bartender, then, slouching forward a bit for comfort. "Personally, I'm gonna go with a medium coconut rum. Throw in a mini umbrella for a couple gold more, if you could."
He put a hand to his chin and glanced down at the bar top for a moment, as if in thought. "And a cherry on top..or bottom. Whatever floats. Or doesn't."
Then, turned his attention back to her, grinning. "My, my, haven't we grown!" Sarcastic. As if poking fun at how older relatives tended to say things like that to younger relatives. "Though I guess you could turn that right back around on me..if only I weren't paying for your drink."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 7:11 pm
"You don't change much do you?" she'd reply with a small smile," You're going to have a hard time making me cry though."
She'd sip from her new drink, just as the bartender came back with her cousin's drink. The bartender smiled at the two and went back to doing what he was doing afterward.
Looking up at her elder cousin she'd take note of how much he did indeed grow. She hadn't seen him in so long...Though she found herself mildly surprised--He looked like he had indeed been working as a mercenary like the family had stated.
"Aww...You do look stronger though.....I was looking forward to the idea of taking you by surprise." She'd say with a soft sigh.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 7:55 pm
defender158 "Hah-- guess you don't change much either, then." His grin lost its edge slightly. It was still a grin, but perhaps that was his status quo for 'smiling'. "Likewise, you'll have a hard time with that one now."
He took a long sip from his drink. "This beats the hell out of those juice boxes from the family reunion."
For a moment, he wondered if contacting her had been a mistake. It's not like there was much to say or reminisce on, and yet..she was one of the few people left from his childhood that he cared to remember at all, if not the only one. Just this once, he decided he would try to mess with his past a bit.
To break his thinking, he tried to trigger more conversation. "So, what do you wanna do after this? My evening's free and I can take you wherever-- besides a couple areas in this city, but then I'm sure you've heard stories."
He toyed with the umbrella, finding it funny how the bartender would pick a green one. How'd he guess, right? * * * * * Add two more inches up top for the hair, bucko, and you've got the right idea. Seems humans were rather gifted as far as height was concerned in Azeroth, as were these beings, the shorter of the two clocking in at just under seven feet.
"Alkatraz here would simply adore rounding the bar a few times, I'm sure," The broken shaman said whilst sternly placing his staff up right against the ground. It seemed to support him slightly.
"Devanand here knows me all too well," The Draenei Paladin smirked. "Given his senses, he might very well know you-" He did an odd hand gesture signifying placing emphasis upon Jax. it almost seemed to command a name. "-before very long. Your fellows too," Alkatraz's hooves thudded against the floor as he started towards the bar. His body seem to move quite smoothly- quite galiantly -regardless of its size. The studded tail followed suit in a frivolous manner. "But, until then, help me indulge in the burn of vodka, boy!"
"Tasteful."
Devanand rolled his eyes as Alkatraz rested his rump upon a bar stool and waited patiently for a glass. The Broken Shaman fixed his eyes upon the nearest floor pot. A handful of dirt would be removed from the pot, then a cloth from one of Devanand's bag. Both were placed on the floor in the opposing order in which they were attained. The dirt was bunched together, then focused upon by the whole set of depressing features before a faint glow was emitted through the grains.
A soft poof followed, as did a totem that glowed brightly and, over what seemed to be a controlled interval of time, sproinged in an exaggerated manner to release a bit of enchanting pleasure amongst those that huddled about it. Devanand released a long held sigh in a relieved manner, then proceeded to smile as all the bruises and wounds delivered over the course of the past few days were mysteriously tended to.
After five minutes, the totem shrunk back into the dirt. The Broken Shaman expelled a bit more of his power just to summon it back again. Every now and again, he seemed to murmur phrases as if he was talking to a friend.
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