Dark Tower RP Carrendar Dynasty (1)

Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
September 03, 2013 12:17AM
The Northern Tundra
The sprawling compound was reminiscent of a cold frozen pyramid from a distance. Smoke billowed from the top of the main chambers and many lower huts that could be seen from the countryside. It was known to be a place of learning safety and vigilance. The monks of the Order lived peacefully in the Temple of Drakkeri. The Temple lie hidden to most of Estrion only because those in the Tundra that did survive did not wish for outside interference, and most that did travel that way died soon from the many dangers in the Northern Expanse and the severe cold there. They called them Downworlders anyone outside of the Tundra.


Ts-zak was recently given the higher tattoos of the order. He now had some of the highest knowledge that could be understood. They served no-one but themselves and their purpose. They had high ideals but served no man or god. Covered almost head to toe in tattoos each monk could call upon various powers and abilities. Ts-zak donned his cloak as he had been given his first mission to scout ahead as there had been many omens of late. The border tribes were warring again and the moon had risen in blood. He had left the temple monastery for near a fortnight…


Traveling back soundlessly he sees the first of the rifts appear..
Black beings appearing through holes in the air. They have bodies like beetles and armor and limbs which are like swords themselves. Obsidian and Onyx-like chitin bodies. He cannot discern their nature but seeing his brothers rent and the temple desecrated he realizes even if he reaches them it would be a futile effort. The masters of the order themselves cannot stop them. They are cut down utterly. The temple is razed to the ground for no purpose. and the village burned as well. The beings he watches for a time from a nearby cliff. They finally open more doors through the air and disappear. He realizes somewhere inside these things have a name, rifts. Hes not sure where the knowledge comes from but a slow understanding comes over him and a tattoo begins to draw itself on him, in the shape of a door. He realizes it is only partially complete and hasnt truly ascertained the meaning of it. He knows in his heart that its profound, its part of an answer to many deaths. He is deeply angered by this loss of life. Although he took a vow not to kill unecessarily he believes it truly necessary to eradicate these beings.

He sets off grimly into the night to find answers, robe tight about him covered in furs.

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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 03, 2013 03:02AM
“You going to the Figure Four show on Saturday man?” Johnny asked Slappy. “They always put on a sick show man.” Slappy laughed & nodded. He pretty much went to almost every show that was booked in the small handful of venues he liked to frequent. His friends Johnny, Gus & himself were hanging outside the Rat, a small venue on Lansdowne St just a little off Kenmore Square. “Yeah, better than the set done by these douchebags.” Gus said, referring to the opening band that was currently playing inside. Some talentless group of guys from eastern WA, some city in the middle of nowhere full of rednecks & meth heads. that jumped on a tour of some shitty Seattle band.

“Let’s get out of here. These guys suck.” Gus said. Slappy & Johnny were more than happy to agree. They headed off towards Kenmore Square, planning on seeing what might be going on at the Roxy. “Hey you need to wake up. Something’s going on.” Johnny said to Slappy. “What?” Slappy said. “I am awake.” Johnny didn’t seem to notice. “Dad, you need to wake up.” Slappy didn’t understand what the hell Johnny was talking about. & why was he calling him dad? He looked at Gus as if to say ‘you seein this shit?’

“DAD!” Slappy suddenly snapped awake & was sitting bolt upright in his bed. He looked around for a moment, bewildered at the sudden change of scenery. It took him a moment to mentally wake up. His son Frank, who insisted on being called Ezio, was standing in the bedroom doorway. “Fuck.” Slappy said rubbing at his eyes & looking out the window. “What time is it?” “It is about 5am.” Frank said. “Well what the fuck Frank? Why are you waking me up at this hour for then? The fucking sun isn’t even up yet.” Frank looked annoyed. “I told you, my name is Ezio.” Slappy looked back equally annoyed. “Anyway FRANK, Why the hell are you waking me up?” Frank held out the phone he was holding. “It’s some guy asking for you. He says it’s urgent.” Slappy gestured for Frank to give him the phone, Frank walked over to Slappy’s bedside & handed it over. “This better be a damn emergency.” He barked into the phone. “Sorry to wake you, but we need you down here at the capitol building immediately. There is some bizarre stuff going on with the monitoring we have been doing on that Carrendar world. & it seems to be causing things to go haywire up on the northern ice shelf of our planet.” Slappy groaned. Just how he wanted to start his day. 4 hours early, tired & dealing with some sort of crisis. “Fine. I’m on my way. Have someone dig up that Rostov chick too. Seeing as how that is her world, she might be of some use. Plus I doubt she really has a lot filling up her schedule at the moment.”

He pressed the end button on the phone handset debating whether he should just snooze for a few more minutes, you know, to kind of ease into the day, or just get up & get it over with. He went with the latter option. Fuck it. Those last few minutes of sleep really don’t help any anyway. He tossed on some clothes, & headed off to the Capitol building, half wondering what the mess is & half wondering when he can take a damn nap. Mornings suck.

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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 06, 2013 04:13PM
The Northern Tundra

Ts-zak traveled south for sometime. Without a word he had soundlessly moved through the expanse of the tundra towards the larger city to the south. As he walked he learned of the powers that lurked there. Seems little was known of the North. He was looked at with a little awe and wonder as he came from there. He spoke less and listened more as was his want, always scouting ahead and looking of signs of these raiders. He needed information more than anything. As he traveled he felt he was being watched many times. Though his perceptions were enhanced he could not detect the presence.
It was something truly otherworldly. The new tattoo burned upon him and at times he felt a fever deepen upon him. He would awake to chills in the night beside the campfires he built. Resting longer than he was want to, but knowing the limits of his own body and endurance. He was human after all.

Ts-zak continued traveling looking for signs hoping to come upon someone on this desolate road. He had a feeling that there was something leading him ahead. The door burned hotter the further south he moved, like it was taking him somewhere. But to where, he did not know….


Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 09, 2013 06:46AM
The morning after Miirik’s visit from the cloaked stranger, he awoke, packed & prepared for his long journey west. He was just about finished when he heard a knock at his door. Crossing the floor of his hut, from his small bedroom area, he opened the door to find a large muscular man, bald save for a long bushy beard standing in his doorstep. He had never seen, nor met this man before in his long life, in fact, truth be told, aside from his visitor the day prior, he hadn’t had contact with anyone outside the seclusion of the Elurian Forrest for decades. Yet he knew this man would be coming, just as the man surely knew Miirik. The vision thrust upon him from that cloaked figure told him all he needed to know.
The man was named Viktor Zdislav Reznik. Like Miirik himself, he lived in seclusion in a monestary in the Kazik mountain range to the far eastern reaches of Panetova. He was of an order of monks that worshiped a slew of mysterious deities & spent their lives either in deep meditation or honing their combat abilities, which over their lifetimes, they gain an almost incomprehensible mastery of.

Viktor stood silently in the doorway looking at Miirik. Miirik silently looked back. “It is time” Viktor said, his voice thick with a heavy Eastern accent, (simillar to that of an Eastern European accent). Miirki nodded. “I have been awaiting your arrival. There is a third who is to join us when we arrive at the lands of the Kinkaids. He is traveling from the far reaches of the frozen north.” Viktor nodded. “Let us be off then”.

After 2 weeks of uneventful travel, they enter the province of New Cambridge. Little conversation was exchanged between the 2 of them. little to none was needed. the cloaked stranger saw to that. Viktor’s encounter with him was much the same as Miirik’s. They were both deep in thought, pondering the task laid before them. The 2 of them, plus the third from the north were to meet with this Kinkaid man, & with whatever information they gained from him, were to travel to this far off world to break a cycle that had been running for centuries. Truly a daunting task, but one that they had no escape from.

Many gave them odd glances as they walked along, making their way west. They were indeed the odd pair. A tall robed man with jet black skin & stark white hair, & the other a hulking bald, bearded mass that looked more at home in a brawl than anywhere else. But none bothered them.

Miirik pointed ahead as they walked down a busy urban street at a large structure down the road. “There it is.” he said, pointing to the Capitol building of New Cambridge. “It is there that we are to meet this Kinkaid man.” Viktor nodded. They then moved silently on towards their destination.

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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 09, 2013 07:24AM
Garrock was always an early riser. He never even needed an alarm clock. 4am he was up, awake & alert every morning. HE decided to get an early jump on the day, & was down at the Capitol building filing some research reports on the tissue cloning experimentation being done at the labs when he decided to drop in on the interdimensional monitoring center & see whats new in the world of space age 1984.

“Hello Jensen, whats the word?” He said cheerfuly to a man that was staring at the bank of large screen monitors canvasing the wall. Jensen was the on shift supervisor for the night shift & an old friend of Garrocks. They were sitting in adjoining seats on the ill fated airline that brought them both here those many years ago. Jensen was a good enough old guy, well old if you consider middle age to be old. He had long since developed a bit of a pot belly, his hairline had long since said adios, bit was otherwise in reasonably good shape. He grew up in Tennessee, rural kid like Garrock was, served 15 years in the Army, then retired to work in security after moving back home. Garrock & Jenson became pretty close after they came to this world, mainly because people from the US on earth was a rarity. People from the south was even more rare.

“Hm? Oh hi Garrock” Jenson said distractedly. He was staring bemusedly at the monitors as though he was trying to piece together a puzzle of a not so clear picture. “You alright?” Garrock asked him. “Yeah” Jenson said. “It’s just I can’t make heads or tails of this. Take a look up there.” Jenson said pointing at the screen fartest to the right. The one that displays activity going on in the world ran by the Carrendars. “it just doesn’t make sense. I mean one moment, things seem to be about as normal as can be expected from them, but every few minutes it looks like the place is a full on warzone in full riot mode. then the next, it’s back to the way it was before. It’s like looking at a world where a totally separate one keeps trying to poke up from underneath or something. I tell ya, it don’t make a lick of sense to me. & take a look over there at our planet. Now there is what looks like a serious radiation pocket right up north, right about the same proximity for us as that big meltdown in Malthos point in the Carrendars world. I mean we’re talkin Nuclear bomb testing site in New Mexico radioactive. & look way further up.” Jensen said pointing way up on the frozen ice shelf, which is mostly just tundra & glaciers. “There seems to be something wacky goin on there, but I can’t quite figure it out. Shit I didn’t even know anything even lived up there. I mean I suppose if northern Alaska has people living there, then there would be no reason to assume no one would live in those kind of conditions here, but shit man.”

Garrock didn’t really catch much of the latter half of what Jensen was saying because his attention was fixed solidly on the monitors. Jensen wasn’t exagerating. On the monitor showing the home planet of the Carrendars, things seemed fine & normal, then all of a sudden it was an explosion of war, then back to that it was before. That alone looked alarming, not to mention the shit up north.

“Get Slappy on the phone. He needs to get down here now.” He said to Jensen. He barely heard Jensen explaining to whoever answered, probably that dumbass son of his who thinks he is in a video game, that he needs to talk to slappy right away. His attention was rivited back on the monitors.

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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 10, 2013 06:04AM
Capitol building



Daneeka was half asleep when she got the call that Slappy wanted to have her meet with the others at Capitol building, to discuss issues concerning the Carrendar world where she was from. Groaning, she righted herself, tossing the cell phone down the side of the bed, before throwing her legs over the side of her bed, and rubbing her eyes. Her blonde hair was tousled, much as you would expect from someone that had just woken up. With dark circles under her eyes, it was easy to say she had not been able to get much sleep. In the back of her mind, something was eating away at her, but she couldn’t put her finger on what that was exactly. Pushing herself up to standing, Daneeka stretched out fully, then slouched, as she went to hunt for something suitable to wear in her small closet. A checkered shirt, jeans and boots, were the order of the day, and she got dressed fairly quickly, then searched for a brush to tidy up her blonde mop of hair. A small black tie, and she had her hair up in a pony tail, now looking fairly decent. Daneeka went to the basin in her bathroom, and splashed cold water on her face, in an aid to wake herself up further. It was going to be one of those rushed mornings, with no time for breakfast or coffee. Damn. That was not going to improve her mood.

Leaving her apartment, the streamlined city that welcomed her gaze was always a sobering reminder of where she had come to end up with her journey with Slappy and his gang. Not that she didn’t appreciate being unlocked from the prison of the cyborg, she just was a long way to finding her true self, if she ever did. Walking with a strut, she passed by many pedestrians and city folk, going about their ritual morning routines. A sea of nameless faces. None she knew, their lives alien to her. A good half hour by foot and she had reached the Capitol building. So this was it. Daneeka stood before it with her hands on her hips.

Glancing around, she half expected Slappy to rock on up behind her and try to scare her silly with his off the cuff remarks. She knew she wasn’t on his list of friends, more like this nuisance he picked up for the Carrendar world. Daneeka could be useful of course, when it came down to it. She knew more about Lisega than Slappy did, and if that was what this meeting was about, then Slappy might need her brain after all. Exhaling she was about to head inside, when a young boy ran up to her.

“Daneeka? Is it really you?” The boy must have been all of twelve years old, with a shock of wavy blonde hair and the bluest eyes you ever did see. He was dressed of this world, and his face was fresh and clean. Odd.

“Howz do you knowz my namez?” The Russian asked with a quirk of her brow. Clearly this kid caught her off guard, for she had not recollection of him at all. The boy placed his hand on his chest and then said loudly.

“It’s me, Luka. Don’t play that game of ‘you can’t remember”” he said, giving her a nudge in the ribs. This didn’t go all that well, and she shoved him back. “Your Mother never teachz you mannerz?” she said, starting to get aggravated. The boy let out a laugh, and then rubbed his side, since Daneeka wasn’t exactly a soft touch. “Come on…you have been more like a mother to me than my real one.”

This had Daneeka wondering if she was still dreaming. She started to pinch herself just to be sure. Daneeka made an ow face and then realized she really was awake. The boy then moved in and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight.

“Now I found you, I am never letting you go.” The boy cried, burying his face into her chest. Daneeka stood there, not sure if she should pat the boy or kick him to the curb. Other pedestrians were watching and she cringed at what they were thinking.

Better yet, what would Slappy think?


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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 10, 2013 05:07PM
Nearing Capitol

Ts-zak’s fever burned out finally but as it did the door in his mind seemed to solidify. As it did there were certian things he seem to become aware of energies around people became apparent. As did the energy of the world itself. He felt as if he could actually draw energy from the ground. Though he wasn’t sure yet how to control it. He felt it could be directed. He knew the door was part of it. That these creatures weren’t of this world they were behind that door. He continued to travel ever southward. The dreams visited him even in a state of wakefulness. Mumbling to himself various people on the road shied away from him worried that the man might stike him as he was fearsome and foreboding. He kept to himself and said little despite his mumblings…


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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 15, 2013 04:52AM
Upon arrival at the Capitol building, Slappy went straight to the interdimensional monitoring center to see what the big emergency was. He never was much of a morning person, so he wasn’t exactly in the most cheerful mood.

HE made his way into the monitoring center, made a beeline straight to the coffee pot. He grumbled a bit under his breath while pouring himself a cup of joe. From there, he walked to the large bank of monitors at the far wall. Jensen, the one who called him in was standing talking with Garrock at the bank of monitors at the far end. Slappy walked over to them sipping at his coffee & squinting at the monitors as he approached.

“Ok guys, what’s the crisis here?” He asked them. Jensen filled him in on the same details he had previously discussed with Garrock. Slappy peered at the monitors as Jensen spoke, listening closely. “So what do you think Garrock? What’s your take on this mess?”

Garrock thought for a moment. “Well I don’t know what to make of the situation going on on that other planet, or that stuff way up north, but that stuff going on right there…” he said pointing to the area of the radiation anomalies, “I would be willing to bet is some sort of post fallout bleed over effect from that big incident at that Malthos point place back on their world, back some, what was it? 10 years ago?”

Slappy nodded. “Might be. That Rostov chick will be here soon. She might be able to give us some insight on it.” Slappy had no issues with Daneeka Rostov. She seemed nice enough, although really a downer with her constant gloomy attitude. He knew that she was somehow part of that creature that Jules got in a shooting match with at the meeting hall in Lorewall way back when, & that both he & she were instructed to bring her back here. But shit, that was 10 years ago & neither of them got any sort of directions on what the damn purpose for it was. & shit like that bugged him. Made him nervous.

Garrock smirked & chuckled. “Good. Maybe giving her something to do will give her a break from brooding all the time.”

“I hate to break up the morning gossip session gentlemen, but can we focus on the more pressing matter here if you don’t mind?” Jensen cut in, looking slightly annoyed. “We need to figure out just exactly how to address this issue, & I do believe that time is a factor here.”

“Sorry” Slappy said. “Do continue”. Jensen shook his head a bit. “Well whatever is going on over there, we need to figure out a way to curb any of it spilling over because if that mess up there…” again pointing to the area of the radiation spike, “is the result of things going on over there, if this big ol war going on over there bleeds over, we’re in for a whole mess of shit.”

Slappy nodded again. “Alright, once Rostov is here, we can start figuring out what to do next.”

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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 15, 2013 05:42AM
Inter dimensional Monitoring Centre


Using her special security pass, Daneeka managed to convince the guard on the duty door, that she could let the young boy, Luka enter the building with her. The guard used a special screening hand tool, to wave over both of them for signs of the chip, but both came up blank. He grumbled something under his breath, as the key pass that Daneeka had been given by Slappy to turn the activation panel to green.

“See…toldz you.” Daneeka said with her rich russian accent. She flicked back her blonde bob, while Lukas was smirking at the rotund guard, who looked like he had enjoyed one too many donuts. He lowered the screener, and then let the pair through. Daneeka and Lukas walked past a lot of the plain dressed workers in the building, all had special insignia’s on their shirt collars. Daneeka and Lukas both stood out like sore thumbs in this corporate world. Reaching the row of lifts, Daneeka stopped then pressed the up button, before standing back, to stare up at each of the lift directional panels. Lukas took out a hand held game and started to play it, with its chiming musical theme repeating over and over like a broken record. Daneeka frowned, not enjoying suddenly becoming a surrogate to a twelve year old boy.


“Mustz you?” Daneeka said, just as their was a ping, and a light arrow on the third lift pointing up. She gestured for Luka to follow her, and they both entered the lift, where there was even more nauseating music playing. It was like there was no place on this world where you had perfect silence. Just constant techo musical babble. Her mood just wasn’t getting any better, and this was sure to annoy the crap out of Slappy.

Reaching the floor of the inter dimensional monitoring center, Daneeka could see by the frenzy of activity, the rise of voices and of course, Slappy and Garrock in the thick of it, that something big was going on. Daneeka got a whiff of the smell of coffee, and she couldn’t help but go pour herself a cup, while Luka was captivated by the walls of screens, that showed images of a planet far from their own. “Woah.” The young boy said, as Daneeka returned to his side, coffee cup in hand. She took a sip, then when she focused clearly on the images, her face suddenly became drawn. It was her world, or…what looked to be her world. At first she was confused as to why the focus would be on it, and she then chose that moment to approach Slappy, who was speaking to Jensen. Luka followed closely behind, pocketing his gaming device, as the mood appeared to be serious. No time for toys.


Daneeka was not about to beat about the bush. She jumped straight in on seeing her home world.

“Someone want to tellz me vhat iz going on?”


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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 15, 2013 06:39PM
Gates of the Capital 

Ts-zak’s fever had continued burning unabated. And now his body had somehow adapted. He no longer felt hot or cold it was as if temperature itself did not matter. Though he was sure that he was very hot as passersby remarked at how hot he must be and he could see steam rising off his form. He now could see energy off of the different beings around him almost like their heat but he knew from his training it was their Chi or life energy. He could see it off the plants too. He no longer felt crazy, he could actually draw the enrgy into himself and manipulate it/ As he moved he gathered it in balls and spun it around. The first time he did it near a bridge about 10 miles from the capital he destroyed nearly a grove of trees with the concussive force he detonated. He decided it best to keep the energy small and focused. What had happened to him? As he traced the door shaped rune on his arm he knew now what it meant but he did not want to test it. He did not understand yet what he was or why this had happened.


Along the way he had heard of this scientist a man named Kinkaid from the travelers. He was said to know of other worlds.

Even other times and places. He wondered what else he might know. He heard he was within the capitol and made a decision to seek him there. Resolving to find him he began his search. As he crossed the final bridge into the capital proper he began to feel the energy of a odd sort coming from a central location and headed towards it. perhaps this Kinkaid could be found there.


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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 16, 2013 11:46PM
Garrock stood watching the monitors while waiting for Slappy to arrive.Every few minutes or so, the Carrendar planet, Lisega or whatever it was called seemed to go through a Silent hill like shift where it flipped between it’s normal reletively scummy self to a full on war zone. The last time that they had a huge war like that, a large land mass, (oddly the same dimensions of Lacardis) about 1000 miles off the southwestern tip of Panetova was swallowed by the sea. So it goes without saying that this was somw serious shit.

Slappy walked in about 30 minutes later, getting his caffene fix.
(repeat from Slappy’s post)
“Ok guys, what’s the crisis here?” He asked them. Jensen filled him in on the same details he had previously discussed with Garrock. Slappy peered at the monitors as Jensen spoke, listening closely. “So what do you think Garrock? What’s your take on this mess?”

Garrock thought for a moment. “Well I don’t know what to make of the situation going on on that other planet, or that stuff way up north, but that stuff going on right there…” he said pointing to the area of the radiation anomalies, “I would be willing to bet is some sort of post fallout bleed over effect from that big incident at that Malthos point place back on their world, back some, what was it? 10 years ago?”

Slappy nodded. “Might be. That Rostov chick will be here soon. She might be able to give us some insight on it.” Slappy had no issues with Daneeka Rostov. She seemed nice enough, although really a downer with her constant gloomy attitude. He knew that she was somehow part of that creature that Jules got in a shooting match with at the meeting hall in Lorewall way back when, & that both he & she were instructed to bring her back here. But shit, that was 10 years ago & neither of them got any sort of directions on what the damn purpose for it was. & shit like that bugged him. Made him nervous.

Garrock smirked & chuckled. “Good. Maybe giving her something to do will give her a break from brooding all the time.”

Not long after, Daneeka came in with some kid following in tow wanting to know what is going on. “Well we were hoping you could answer that for us. You know that place better than we do. Any ideas?”

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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 17, 2013 12:14AM
Miirik & Viktor arrived at the capitol building. They made their way effortlessly through the maze of hallways & offices as they knew precisely where to go, thanks to the stranger whom had previously visited them.

Approaching a bay of elevator doors, they stood in silence as they waited for the elevator to arrive. Neither of them had ever seen such a place as this building, nor anything they found in the lands of the Kinkaid Republic in thier lives. Miirik had never even left the secluded canopy of the Elurian Forest before, & Viktor had never left the recluses of the Kazik mountains. Had the cloaked visitor not crammed all this knowledge into their heads, they would have been lost in a mixture of amazement, wonder, total alienation & fear at the things they encounterd. Even with that knowledge, they still found themselves marveling at all they saw, much like passers by likely thought of them.

A bell dinged & the doors opened. They then entered & stood motionless waiting for their floor. “Vut is that noise?” Viktor asked, as the sound of shitty techno muzak piped out of the elevators speakers. “It sounds terrible.”

Miirik nooded in agreement, but remained silent. There was no arguing though, if this is what passed for music in this culture, they must be beyond tone deaf.

Once the elevator reached their floor, they walked down the hall to a security guard standing next to the door for the monitoring center. The guard’s eyes went wide with amazement looking at the pair of them.

“Hello. We wish to speak with the man known as Slappy Kinkaid. We were told to find him here.

The guard seemed as though he was about to object, but then shook his head & passed his security card over the access panel by the door. “Go for it.” He said.

As Miirik & Viktor passed through the door, they heard the guard muttering about how with all the wierd shit going on this moring it wouldnt matter anyway, not only that, but Kinkaid would do a better job fending for himself than he could do, & he wasn’t paid enough to deal with freaks like that & yadda yadda.

They emerged into a room with an amazing amount of surveilance equipment, & foreign gadgetry everywhere. They saw the man they came to speak with talking with some woman with a child at her heel, & 2 other men. They approached them & paitently awaited being addressed.

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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 17, 2013 12:26AM
Slappy stood watching & sipping at his coffee as Daneeka was talking with Garrock about the Lisega hijinks. “Well Daneeka, you are from there. Maybe there is something that you can see that we can’t.” He said. He then noticed the kid with her & gestured to him with the hand he was holding his mug with. “Who’s the fan club?” he asked. “Hey kid. There’s doughnuts over by the coffee pot. Go ahead & grab one.”

He then went to return his attention to the discussion with Rostov & Garrock when he saw 2 weird looking dudes walking over. He looked them both over for a moment. “Hey Garrock. Look” he said, motioning to Miirik. “It’s your twin.” He said & chuckled to himself.

Looking back at the visitors, he wasn’t going to even ask how they got past security. Those guys were next to useless, but technically a necessity.

“So what can I do for you two?” Slappy asked them.

Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 17, 2013 01:19AM
Inside The Capitol Building

Ts-zak followed the pathways easily he now heard this incessant buzzing in his head. A voice seemed to keep talking to him.
It kept telling him to turn right or turn left. He would have argued with it yet it seemed to always be right.
He found it oddly amusing yet at the same time infuriating he didnt like feeling so at war with himself. He was going to have to have a talk with this KinKaid fellow. He thought to himself he must have something to do with these strange happenings.
He had been at peace with his fellow monks. A quiet order was now destroyed to a man. He was angry, no longer at peace. the vows he had believed in no longer held meaning to him. He felt as if he lacked definition.
Yet at the same time he felt newly defined, his form now more truly one with the energy of life. his chi was now connected to the world itself. He could pull in vast amounts of energy. He was almost scared at the amounts he could draw into himself. He had to level himself for fear of melting objects as he moved.

As he came up the escalator there were marks made in the sides of the handles and ground where the track caught. It became immobile and he tried to be inconspicuous about it. He walked forward being more cautious so as not to scare the guards or others. He asked carefully after this KinKaid Fellow. He had to find the scientist before it was too late. The guards luckily did not notice the damage he had done to the escalator and allowed him through.

He made his way into the main compound. As he came into the main chamber he noticed several people. His body resonated energy and he tried his best not to alarm anyone but he realized quickly that these people would probably be freaking out before he could say much so he said quickly, ” Mr. KinKaid, I was told to see you and that it was very urgent as you can see. ”

As he said this the energy off him was crackling and it became apparent to everyone in the room that he was barely able to control the energy spikes within him.


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Re: RP : The Dark Tower.
October 17, 2013 06:31AM
“I’m Luka…and I’m with her.” The twelve year old boy gestured towards the statuesque blonde russian, who had become transfixed by the many screens, that were showing a variety of images of her home world. Snap shots, that kept changing. Her focus was on the screens, and not on the boy interacting with Slappy.

“Hey kid. There’s doughnuts over by the coffee pot. Go ahead & grab one.” 

“Gee thanks, Mister.” The boy said, going off to find a plate and heap as many donuts on it as was possible. Daneeka caught sight of the boy out of the corner of her eye, and muttered. “Don’tz eat do many…dhey makes you zick.” Almost speaking like a mother would to the boy. Lukas laughed and stacked up at least four donuts, and then went to sit on one of the large leather control chairs, that had been vacated by one of the leading hands in the room.


Daneeka approached one of the holographic screens and reached up, flicking it with her finger, and the oddest thing happened. The same satellite like images of a town in the west of Nemaues, went from being populated and standing tall, to then ruined by war, and a smoldering ruin. Then it would change back with a static like interference. It was like someone was changing stations, but this was the same place. It looked so real, and the truth was…it was real.

“It shouldn’t bez like dat.” Daneeka uttered, her fingers flicking it back and forth, the same repetition of the change in the scene happening over and over. The Russian turned her head to Slappy, then a large video shot of Lorewall appeared. It was in the middle of a terrible war, a fight between the vast armies of the Krieg, and the national Nemauen forces. Sky castle had been downed, and had taken out a good quarter of the city.

“Oh noez.” Daneeka cried, her hand moving up to clamp over her mouth, to stifle her shock, when all of a sudden, the images changed, and the city looked perfectly normal. No sign at all of the war, in fact….it looked to be booming with prosperity and wealth. Daneeka’s eyes brimmed with tears, as she hoarsely whispered. “What iz goingz on?”


Rounding on Slappy, she now thought this was some sort of sick joke. “Why are the zcreenz showing up it changingz? It iz my home vorldz? Iz your machinez faulty?” By looking at the constant changing images, it was like they were looking at the same world, but in two different realities. The question was, which was real to her, and which was another time in space?

Lukas came up to Daneeka and offered her half a donut. “Sweet things always cheer me up, D” he said, and she looked down at him again. Why was this kid so attached to her? As she was not looking at the screen, the images of the West showed up, and if only Daneeka had looked, there was a shot of M.E.R.C.Y with a twelve year old boy with a cybernetic leg, pushing a cart. The image then flickered and the boy and the cyborg dissapeared, the city becoming new once more.



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