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    (I originally planned on having Myst confront Arith and saying the same thing, but I thought otherwise. I do happen to have them fight in the mini-arc though. Instead of insulting Arith, though, it would probably be over the morality of his future actions.)

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    (*cough* Fallout Crash Vegas *cough*


    I've roughly around 301 hours on FNV, give or take.)


    (Is it alright if I'm slightly envious of you that you're in college and I'm still stuck in highschool, Ulti? As much as I love some of my classes, I hate it here.)


    Parker lost his balance and stumbled as his fist simply passed through the Whisperman. As he regained his balance, he saw his friend on the ground, not moving. As he turned his attention to the Whisperman, he saw his hand coming closer to his chest. He wanted to move, but he couldn't as his body was frozen with fear. He was afraid that there was no way of destroying the Whisperman. That fear would soon vanish as he saw the Whisperman starting to fade away into nothing. After a second of shock, he managed to hear a barely audible groan from his friend. "Jacques!" Parker yelled, rushing over to him. He knelt down and put two fingers on the side of his friend's neck, right below his jaw. He felt no pulse, and Parker's eyes widened. He heard another groan from his friend, and realized he wasn't dead just yet. "Hey, stay with me. Please!" He felt a feeling of hopelessness, unable to do anything. The two tank crew members that were outside noticed this. The woman hopped off the turret and rushed over to Parker and Jacques, while the other soon arrived with a large medical kit, complete with a defibrillator. Parker saw the defibrillator and realized that there was still hope. He opened up his friend's coat and took his friend's standard combat knife, and cut his shirt to expose his chest. Parker took the defibrillator from the other tank crew member as he arrived. While Parker's main role was that of a sniper, he also knew several things in medicine to qualify him as a Battle Medic; one step below a Field Medic and doctors. He took the pads of the device and put them on his friend's chest: one on the upper left and lower right. Holding the handles of the pads, he pressed a button on one of them, and sent a shock to Jacques' heart. He put his finger's on his friend's neck again. At first, there wasn't a pulse, but a second later, he felt a few of them. His friend's heart was starting to beat again, but that didn't it couldn't stop again. Parker stayed on his knees to remain at his friend's side, keeping his fingers on Jacques' neck to feel his pulse. Parker was reminded of City, of how she rested her head on his chest to feel (and hear) his heartbeat before he left for this battle. "To think that my heart could have been stopped right now. I could have been in my friend's position right now. The thought that must've came to him was his wife and son. For me it'd be City. What would it be like if City could never hear my heartbeat again." Parker thought to himself. He looked up into the cloudy sky. The rain never seemed to end, and so did the invasion. "Is it just luck that my friend is still alive, or was it a miracle from God. I never really was religious, and yet it seems more like luck. Maybe fate?" Parker's thoughts rambled on as he continued to be by his friend's side.


    After a small amount of time to recover, John managed to get on his hands and knees, though his back still hurt. He didn't bother looking to the cowboy just yet, for he knew he was dead. No one could survive a shot like that. Slowly, he pushed himself onto his knees, and it was while he was standing up he heard the beeping from the cybernetic woman. He turned around just in time for the explosion of the cortex bomb, and instinctively put his arms in front of his face. While certainly far enough away from the explosion, shrapnel was still a concern as a small piece of cybernetic shrapnel flew at him and lodged into his arm, sticking out a bit. John cursed loudly and clenched his teeth as he stood there with a chunk of metal in his arm, though it wasn't the worst pain he felt. He lowered his arms, and heard his son yell something. John turned around and saw his son kneeling down by Jacques. He took a few steps towards them, but then suddenly heard a familiar, feminine voice within his head. "You've always vowed to protect your son, but now look at him. His friend is dead, and he's now hurt! That's something you couldn't protect him from." John stopped in his tracks and put his hand on his head. "Shut up! Where did you come from, anyways? I thought you were gone, Sam." John thought. He heard the feminine voice within his head laugh hysterically. "Sam! Ha, you think I'd stick to that name? Call me Fiera from now on, got it? And I never was gone, I simply slept within your head, silly." John saw the tank crew starting to rush to Jacques with a medical kit. He didn't believe that Jacques was dead, why else would they rush after him. "Why are you back now? What do you want?" "Why I'm back? I've simply woken up. Now, what I want is a different story. See, I don't want nothing, I just want to help. After all, what are you doing just standing there while your son is hurt? See, you're incapable of doing many things, and why you're alive is a great question. Perhaps if you let me take control of your body, we can get something done here." John frowned and furrowed his eyes. He tried to move towards them. While his mind wanted to, his body wouldn't cooperate. "What's going on here? Are you trying to take control of me?" he thought. John blinked, but what he saw next wasn't his son kneeling by his friend. In fact, he no longer saw that he was in Vegas, but in New York on Liberty Island. In front of him was a pile of debris from a destroyed Statue of Liberty, and the corpse of his sister's body beneath some of the rubble. "I'm not taking control of you, you are. I said you couldn't help anyone. After all, you couldn't help her!" John blinked again, and everything was normal. He saw that his son was using a defibrillator on Jacques. "Don't you dare bring up my memories like that! My son isn't hurt, and his friend isn't dead! My son can revive him, I know he can. Why don't you just disappear already?!" John thought, He reached for the shrapnel in his arm, and ripped it out of his arm, purposely causing more pain to get his mind off the alternate personality from the Mystery Mix a long time ago. He screamed a little, and held his hand over the wound. "You think you can get rid of me so easily?! That ain't gonna happen. Do you understand that fighting me will do you nothing? I am your wrath, and the more aggressive you become, the stronger I am. If you let me take control, you will be more powerful than you already are! Is there not heavy Soviet arsenal at your destination? You won't survive if you continue to suppress me!" John let go of his injured arm and held his head with both hands. "Enough, just shut up! Get out of my head!" John yelled out.


    Myst sighed as the whole thing was over, looking at the body dissolving away into the little cubes. "How interesting. Looked a little like Chrono technology."" he said to himself. He heard the mental messages Firion sent to him, and stared at Firion until he hid. "Capable of telepathy. How odd." he thought to himself. Myst glanced at the staff on the ground. "I'll leave that wolf to claim her trophy, despite not doing anything. Cowardly and weak, yet she continues to investigate for the truth." he thought. Myst turned around, with an open road ahead of him and the debris pile behind him. Ahead was the powerplants, and that is where he'll wait for the group. Myst put his pockets in his hands and began to casually walk in that direction, ignoring the rain and the war that went on within Vegas. The other soldiers and the PsiCorps trooper was nowhere to be seen after disappearing into a random building.


    Chris kept his eyes on Sukina as she picked up Duke and walked out of the building. He sighed loudly and glanced at Chance and Zeus. "Another one's hurt too, huh? At least these cherries are learning something about war." he commented, looking over at the employee's only door on the other side of the room. "You two lads head outside. I'm gonna check out something real quick. I've got a suspicion about this place." he told the Gravity Duo, before walking off to the employee's only door and walking in, disappearing to the hallways behind it.


    There wasn't much going outside. No enemy troops have appeared at the windows up in the building, (which was now a big hole due to a helicopter crash) and none were coming in through the rubble barricade set up by Zeus. The rumbling sound of aircraft could be heard as the massive American bomber flew from the wall and over the group, heading towards Nellis Air Force Base. There were fewer fighter jets escorting the bomber, and one out of the four jets of the bomber was visibly on fire, leaving a black smoke trail behind it. Regardless of the poor appearance, it continued to fly as if it were new, showing that the bomber was hardy and well built. Suddenly, three fast vehicles with another longer, slower vehicle appeared from one of the roads. The three fast vehicles had six wheels each and a small, eight missile battery on them. The longer vehicle had eight wheels total, and was unarmed. They all had the image of the American flag and the universal Allied symbol painted on the sides, suggesting they were friendly. They drove towards the group and stopped close by. The longer vehicle had a door that swung open, with American GIs and Western Freedom Fighters pouring out. Osaku didn't pay much attention to the Allied vehicles, but she did notice Sukina carrying Duke and setting him on the ground. She sighed loudly, and walked over to them. She knelt down by Sukina and Duke and raised a brow as she looked at Sukina. "Lemme guess. He is injured too?" she asked.


    Zen slowly looked up at Sam and Raven, before slowly nodding. "Y-yeah, I should be. Ow, my foot is all cramped up." she said quietly. With her wife to help her out, she was able stand and lean on her wife without putting weight on her cramped foot. She looked back at the door and frowned. "Another strange looking man. Please don't tell me he's here to try and kill you two." Zen muttered.


    Eric listens to Minera's explanation as he pets Juno, nodding along. He didn't know how stars were formed, but be pretended to understand what she was saying. His eyes widened up in surprise as he heard her talk about the ship. "You built this yourself at first? That's pretty impressive, if I must say. And you managed to find diamonds to pay for upgrades? You certainly must be very skilled at making capital." he complimented, before standing up, dusting his pants off. "The ship is pretty decently sized. You wouldn't mind giving me a tour, wouldn't you?" he asked. Scraps, meanwhile was curious about Juno. The clockwork fox circled around Juno, before walking up to it and gently bopping it on the face with it's metallic paw, making sure it's claws were retracted before doing so.


    (If you're looking for name suggestions of the new character, I'd suggest Tiontay, Dominique, or Jervonte.)

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    (Funny thing is, hot wiring a car has nothing to do with wires at all. It's more or less manipulating the ignition switch. Another method is to take a screwdriver and use it to complete the current between two leads on a car solenoid, (A heavy duty switch that connects the current from the battery to the actual car starter) but that's probably really dangerous, so don't try taking a screwdriver to a solenoid.)


    (Hehe, Term, it's actually more that modern vehicles have anti-theft systems and technology that makes them nearly impossible to hotwire. Fun fact: Newer cars, such as mid 2000's and up, have a computer chip in the car key. If the car can't detect that certain chip, electronics onboard prevent the car from starting up, even if you try to hotwire it. I imagine there's a (difficult) way to bypass all that, just none that I know of.)

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    (Today, my automotive instructor taught us how to hot wire vehicles. The way he taught us only works on vehicle models that are late 1990's and older, but still!)


    (School does a good job on keeping me busy. I'll have a post up on Friday or Saturday.)

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    (What's XCom about? I keep hearing people talk about it as if it's something I should know. Only thing I can figure out from idle chatter is that it's turn based and has aliens.)

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    (Yeah, you do one of my contracts, and it's no show when June hits (unless you can tolerate a whole month of inactivity from me, then go on ahead). Do others' contracts instead. They worked hard on them, I promise!)


    (I was in a different RP before I found this place. Or maybe it was the other way around, who knows? Anyways, that previous RP died, so I came here with a Skyrim character and triggered everyone to bring elder scrolls related characters. There, I'm now part of the Cool Sentimental Share-your-rp-story Kids Club.)


    (One more thing. I donated blood today, and it was not as bad as I thought it would be. I'd highly recommend others to donate blood. You get to enjoy delicious refreshments and save lives! What couldn't possibly be better?)

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    (Hooray for procrastination!)


    John locked eyes with the cowboy as well, furrowing his brows and smiling manically as he pushed harder on his knife. It was only now that he got to view the cowboy up close, noticing the intricate clockwork and heavily scarred face. One word came to mind: ugly. "Ha! You got a face only a mother could love!" John yelled in his face. After saying that, he felt a heavy pain in his stomach as the Cowboy's caught him in the abdomen, causing him to stumble backwards a small distance. As John looked up, he saw the Cowboy starting to rush at him. As John instinctively raised his knife to parry, everything started to slow down around him. He knew what was going on; his mind was running a lot faster than his body. He contemplated on what to do next. "Blocking him seems logical, but is his gun reloaded? If we lock blades now, all he had to do was stuck that barrel to my ribs and pull the trigger." John thought. Suddenly, John mischievously smiled and lowered his arms away from his chest, leaving him exposed. "This freak should've folded his hand a long time ago. He doesn't know about the Tsunami shotgun in my chest. I'll have to thank Trevor once again for this." As soon as the Cowboy was ten feet away, the circle in his shirt opened up along with the Tsunami shotgun in his chest, all barrels pointing at the Cowboy. "An object in motion tends to stay in motion. Have fun trying to move any other way besides forwards." John thought, and fired all the barrels when the Cowboy was upon him. The sound of the blast was in sync with the boom of thunder, and was masked as such. The recoil of the blast made John step back a few times before falling to the ground. There, he lay in the wet pavement, yelling in agonizing pain as the recoil of the Tsunami shotgun had nowhere else to go but his spine.


    As the blade passed through the Whisperman with ease, Jacques raised a brow and was confused for a second. That's when his eyes grew wide in fear as he witnessed the Whisperman's hand in his chest. He clutched the areas around the arm, screaming from the pain of his heart slowing more and more. His grip on his chest started to weaken as a result of that.


    Parker stood where he was at, staring at his knife after his own knife passed through the Whisperman with little effort. At first, he thought he'd done something, but after seeing the wound close up like with the bullets, he felt completely useless. His attention turned to his friend's screaming, now noticing the Whisperman's hand inside his friend's chest. Parker was frozen in place, dropping the black metal knife onto the ground. His shock soon turned to rage as he clenched his fists, and without hesitation, rushed at him. "Let go of my friend, you freak!" he yelled as he raised his fist and sent it flying towards the Whisperman's temple. In the bulldog tank, some of the crew was curious on what all the commotion was and started to exit through the latch on the top. The first crew member to come out was a middle aged woman with short, blonde hair. The next one out was an older man in his fifties with a gruff beard. The third one was a younger man, but he never came out, instead staying in the tank. Both crew members that got out were armed with standard issued .45 handguns as they looked around, with their attentions on the Whisperman and the Cowboy.


    The lights on the mysterious, boxy device on the back of Myst's neck started to glow a bright white again. As soon as the first strike at Firion hits, Myst created a transparent psychic shield that surrounded him like a bubble. The shield looked wavy and distorted, like air coming off a warm road in the distance. Some of the smaller lightning strikes that struck at Myst simply followed the curvature of the shield and into the ground. He saw Arith run off inside the building, of which he let out a sigh. "How pathetic, running away with her tail between her legs. She certainly acts and looks the wolf she is." he thought. "I certainly displease doing the work of others." Myst looked down at the ground when Firion began his transformation due to the bright light. Myst looked up after the transformation and mentally disabled his psychic shield, but the lights of the device on his neck continued to glow brightly. He flattened his hands, and brought his left arm behind him while his right one in front of him. He then swiftly swung his left arm forward and jabbed the air with his fingers and hand, keeping them parallel with the ground. A distorted, transparent triangle of psychic energy formed around his hand mid swing. As soon as his hand stopped in the air, the psychic jab shot out towards the electric man at a speed faster than sound, creating a small sonic boom. The psychic jab was capable of piercing almost all armors, even being effective against tanks. However, due to time disruptions from Firion, Myst's attack would come several seconds after Firion's light attack.


    Inside the building, there was furniture knocked over and several dead Russian Soviet troops, indicating that the Allied soldiers cleared the building beforehand. They looked vastly different in uniform than the Latin American Confederation soldiers, but Arith would not be able to tell when she was rushing away from her fears. The room that Arith sought refuge in was small and dimly lit. There was a table near one of the walls with broken radio equipment. The room reeked the scent of dried blood and death, the source was a deceased Russian soldier sitting against the wall. The Russians looked vastly different, and more threatening, than the Confederation troopers. The dead soldier wore dusty black boots and light brown pants and shirt, of which both were stained with blood from gunshot wounds. The soldier had decent protection, as he had a breast plate and shoulder plates made from dark, thick steel plates capable of stopping high-powered rifle rounds. The armor also had the Hammer and Sickle painted onto them in red paint. Over all that was a dark grey greatcoat. His face could not be seen, as he wore a full face gas mask with red colored glass for the eye windows, and a steel military helmet. One of the eye windows was broken, revealing a little of the Russian soldier's face and his closed eye. (The uniform is very similar to Riot Gear/NCR Ranger armor from Fallout NV) Cradled in his arms was a PPSh-41 with a drum magazine, though it was larger than normal since it was modified to use assault rifle rounds. On the floor near the dead soldier's foot was a piece of paper with Russian writing on it. The note, if one should read it, was information that the Russians were sending troops from a group called the PsiCorps to disrupt American forces in the city. Russian soldiers would also be involved to protect the PsiCorp troopers, which explained a little about Russian presence in the city. There was also mention of a familiar name on the paper: Maxwell. There was an accurate description of Maxwell, and orders to kill him from the Premier himself, whose name was Ivan Ivchenko.


    Osaku stood up and looked up at Zeus, shrugging. "Well, if you wanna check up on Chris for me, I won't stop you. I'll stay here, since these pathetic cherries need someone to look up to." she replied with a tone of annoyance, rolling her eyes at mentioning the Legion group.


    The shock was a whole new kind of pain for Zen, causing her to scream out. Her body started to shake from the electrical shock before she lost her balance and fell, her foot kicking the baton a few inches away. Her foot felt tingly along with a burning sensation, and the fur around the contact area stood up.


    Eclipse stood back, avoiding the fighting. She couldn't help but feel useless, unable to help. Eclipse looked down at the ground, wondering why the fight had to happen in the first place. "Those men come in here, with intentions to hurt and kill others. What kind of satisfaction can they gain from such? What's the motivation? Can't they see that this fighting is wrong and immoral?" she thought to herself. Her attention turned to her wife, however, when she heard Zen scream. Her eyes were wide, and she rushed to her, kneeling down and holding Zen to keep her comfortable.


    Eric felt the tug and went down on his knees. Being surrounded by the red energy surprised him, but before he could react to it, he felt himself moving. The wind rushing past him was a wonderful feeling that was short lived. As he appeared in the ship, Eric stumbled a bit, trying to accept that he just moved from the ground to a ship in the sky within seconds. Once he accepted what happened, Eric took his time to look around at the strange, high tech furnishing unlike he'd ever seen. "Wow, this ship is quite luxurious. Must be expensive." he commented. When he noticed the snugget coming from behind the bed, he was taken aback at the strange creature. As he heard Minera's statement and seeing Juno sniffing him, Eric smiled. After waiting a bit, he reached down to pet it, though while doing so, he looked up at Minera. "Your pet seems to anatomically similar to you from appearance. You mentioned something about planets, right? Are all creatures from your home planet anatomically similar to your kind?" he asked.

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    (Couldn't tell you the character name. Only thing I know is that it's from Cowboy Bebop. I'll have to find some time to watch it one of these days.)

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    (I love my midterms this year. In my automotive class, we don't have an exam, so our instructor simply tells us to skip class today.)


    (I'd choose Dakarr78 because it's original to you, and So EZ I surrendered as a close second.)


    (Thanks Ulti. Don't know what to say about yours besides "what." Loving the new pic, Jax. Will have my post up tomorrow when I actually get home before 8:00 PM.)

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    (What about Craft though? Evanist still has Erion and Celina at least, but the only other character(s) that Craft has are the Lupines in that arc involving City and Cyber. (Speaking of which, what happened to that arc? I haven't seen a post for it in awhile))


    (I would have actually had a post tonight, but Google Chrome decides it's gonna close itself in the middle of me typing it. Because of that, I'm now a salty seadog and will not retype it tonight.)

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    (That happened to me a week ago. It's always good when that happens sometimes.)


    (Seeing how my arc is progressing just about one post a week, I looked ahead of the calender to see how many weeks until my summer vacation. If we keep the same pace, we'd have to somehow finish my arc in twenty posts.)

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    (I'm sure the Legion soldiers will like Chris as well. Osaku's change in personality is only temporary, so don't take it for granted :P )


    (If we started the side story with Arith's investigation, Ulti, I'm positive that it won't finish before my vacation. I'll leave it up to you if you wanna start it and then deal with a month-long break, or wait till I'm back to start it. Same goes for your Gravity Arc. I'll leave it to you to decide if you wanna start that arc before or after my vacation.)

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    (Sorry about the wait, mate. For my arc, there's not much to do left, since I really wanna get it out of the way quickly. After the fight at John's group is over, they'll head on over to the power plants. Osaku with the Gravity Duo will also head over there, while Chris and the Legion Squad will be on a different mission that'll bring them to the plants as well. There will be a final battle within the power plants for John's group. The other groups will have their own fights/discoveries to do.)

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    (I got a bit of news to share, as it'll affect my activity in the RP for the whole month of June. Around June 12th until July 4th, I will not be online on here or on Steam (I'll be online on Skype from time to time, however). Reason being is that I'll be on a summer vacation to a different country; the Philippines to be exact. I know this is still several months away, but I felt it's important to share. With that in mind, I want to be able to finish my arc before June, otherwise a bunch of characters would be stuck in a limbo for a small duration.)


    The hail of fire from the Legion group simply went through the helicopter, almost as if the helicopter was a ghost. Luckily, it was just the simple fact that the helicopter had a paper-thin armor, and in an instant the rotors started to smoke heavily. Spinning out of control, that helicopter glided into the building where the Soviet troops were. The walls that were impacted crumbled down, though the building was still standing, and Chris, Chance, and Duke were unharmed within. One of the surviving GI's on the wall had a rocket launcher, and with a well placed shot, pieces of the second helicopter rained down on the ground close to the wall. The third helicopter was destroyed by the fiery beams from Sevon's gem. Osaku climbed out of cover. There wasn't much she could have done, as her gun was only good against infantry, and a sword couldn't do much either. She was able to witness the two enemy helicopters taken out rather quickly, which amused her and made her excited. "Hah! That was cool. Good job, everyone!" she complimented, moving towards the wounded Sarah. She stopped when she was nearby, leaning down on one knee. "You're doing good, keep it up lass." she said to Lilith.

    The building seemed to rumble violently as the helicopter outside crashed into the building several stories up. Dust from the ceiling shook down, and a large chunk of the ceiling near the on-fire-Duke fell down and crashed near him. In the hole left behind, several copper pipes and a large, darker colored pipe were visible. Chris heard Chance's question and looked around, not seeing any water fixture that could be exploited. Chris then looked up and saw the pipes. He pointed up the hole in the ceiling frantically and shouted at Chance. "Hey! There's pipes up there. They could have water."

    Eric looked back up to the ship. Once again, me admired the unique design it had of a steam engine. "Alright." he replied briefly. With his good arm, he reached for her hand and took it, holding on firmly. He looked down at Scraps, and smirked. "Alright buddy, hold on to me. Minera here has someone you can make friends with." he said to the clockwork fox. Scraps, being the cheeky thing it usually is, hopped onto Eric's left leg. It extended small metal claws from it's brass paws, and stuck them into Eric's leg, having an excellent grip. Eric flinched as Scraps' claws dug in him, suddenly squeezing Minera's tightly. "I'm... ready now." Eric said, holding the pain back.
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    (Funny how you try to take responsibility for your education, and in return those teachers become extreme jerks. You deserve better than that, Term. In America, those teachers would probably be fired and most likely sued.)


    (Pretty cool commission, Ulti. Also, I've still no idea what show you've been watching even after that photo. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say Doctor Who.)


    (Gonna have to delay my post to tomorrow. Attended a long build session for my school's robotics team, and Term finally posted :P so I gotta post for another character now.)

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