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Anyway, what goes in the W@RP RPG goes here the same, no major changes to the story line. In other terms, stop trying to crash our plane for no reason plz... |
indeed, I think it's time I took Havoc's lead and ignored these posts.
Anyway, I'm back from holiday and as soon as we get to Los Santos (or possibly earlier) I'll add a new character. In the meantime, ignoring MGWM's wonton destruction (I love that word, even if I can't spell it)... Pseok is taken by surprise as the plane suddenly rises, as he was using the lift from the plane to help him fly, he jerks down and then suddenly gets sucked upwards a short way after tha plane. Pseok: "Dammit!" Then he decides to explain to Roland. "I was hoping to use the plane as a support for flying for a while so I could go further without having to rest." He turns upwards and flies after the plane. "I hope that idiot doesn't go to high. Following the plane would be useful, i don't think much of your directions." |
Grak gets tired and flies away. " No. in fact, i'm just going to follow the plane, see where it's going. Yarr!" And grak start s to follow it.
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IC: Drakko continues to watch from the window but then slowly falls asleep due to the fact this boring and annoying flight will never end because the pilot is a pathetic loser that tried to kill Charger and Kix and is now flying the plane...bravo people...it's a shame Drakko is going to die at such a young age but he'll make sure after the plane crashes that Art dies quicker then he does. But what if they survive the plane trip? Drakko could just kill Art and walk home..nah too long...a new pilot? sounds about right, only time will tell what happens to this sad group of individuals..and Drakko. |
ooc: Moving swiftly on...
But seriously, this trip is taking ages, lets just get on with it. Pseok follows the plane for about 70 miles before it gets too far away. 25 miles later it's getting late and he's getting tired so he flies down and lands in the mountains. Pseok: "There ya go Roland, we got a good way and now we're not going further till I've had a rest. It's getting dark anyway, we can get going again tomorrow." |
Charger is leaned down in his chair, the fight he had with Kaira earlier was solved out and now they were just waiting to land.
Charger: Art! Hey Art! Can you maybe give us an ETA? We've been flying for hours! |
Drakko:" I wonder if he can land the plane"
Drakko leaned over the edge of the chair and called out to Art. Drako:"Oi..Art,hurry this up or your travelling home in a ambulance" |
OOC: Sorry, I've been away for far too long. I had to get some surgery done, and was away from my computer. I apologize if I've irritated anyone...
Art decided the plane was high enough, and leveled it out. After a few moments ... Art! Hey Art! Can you maybe give us an ETA? We've been flying for hours! And: Oi... Art,hurry this up or your travelling home in a ambulance. Art wasn't going to make up an ETA if he didn't know what one was, so he pretended not to hear Charger. And he didn't like that Drakko was insulting him, so he ignored this, too. After all, he had gotten them this far alive, why not a little bit longer? In fact ... Art noticed that the computer terminal had been displaying a message for what probably was ten minutes. It read: Destination LOS SANTOS 12:04 minutes away. Lower landing gear in 2:04 minutes. As he watched, the clock ticked another second off of the screen. Dammit! We're too high! I need to lower this plane now ... Art hoped the passengers would be too delighted with news of an upcoming landing to be angry at the sudden rise and descent of the plane. Art picked up the intercom: "Ladies and Gentlemen and ... er ... Cats ... uh, we'll be reaching Los Santos in roughly ten minutes, so I need to bring the plane down again. I'd appreciate if you buckled yourselves in, because I'll be beginning the descent in two minutes." --- Roland dismounts the Eagle and allows it to rest. In the meantime ... Roland: "Fine. Whether this is all a dream to you or not, I'd still have you feeling rested as you fly. I'm going to search for some firewood and hunt some meat. I'll be back shortly." And with this, the gunslinger silently slinks into the woods, leaving the great Eagle to puzzle things out on its own. |
Charger: First he takes us up, then he takes us down! Does anyone have a barf bag! *Buckles up tightly and holds on to Kaira*
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ooc: What surgery is this Dave if you don't mind me asking.
When I use italics its my characters thinking. Pseok is feeling pretty good about himself. If he'd got half the way that afternoon with the plane to help, he could probably get the rest of the way by tomorrow evening with a break for lunch. Vaguely he wondered what the gunslinger would bring back food-wise but then remembering he was dealing with a human (and not an overly-bright one at that, in Pseok's opinion), it would probably be nothing worth while. He was pretty grumpy for a figment of his imagination. Taking off again, he flies away from the spot where he'd landed and flies over the rocks in the opposite way to Roland. 25 minutes of circling round crags later he spots a few goats chewing at a rather pathetic knot of grass. Stupid animals, probably completely oblivious to the woodland 10 minutes walk away. (I'm guessing Roland is looking for firewood in a wood) For future reference, Pseok thinks less of goats than he does of humans. He swoops down silently and grabs one before it can react, and then lifts it up into the air while it bleats loudly. A quick bite on te neck kills it and it stops struggling. Now let's get back and see what the human found. He smiles inwardly, Nothing to rival this, and I bet he cooks his and wrecks it and all. |
OOC: I don't mind, Splat. I was struck by a car on May 1, and the bones in my right shin were shattered. To correct this, a metal rod was placed in my leg and screwed into place, holding the broken bone pieces together. The surgery from the other day was to remove two of the screws, which the docter thought were hindering the bone's healing process.
Art hit a switch clearly marked "Lower Landing Gear" and grabbed the plane's controls. He intended to take them down as slowly and carefully as possible. --- Roland quickly found and shot two small rabbits and a gopher. The gopher meat would be tough, but when stewed with the rabbit meat and some of the few vegetables in his knapsack, it would make a fine stew. He'd probably have enough to carry him through for two nights -- he was a light eater. Roland searched around him and found some likely-looking kindling. He gathered what he could hold and returned to the place where the Eagle had let him off. Upon arriving, he found that the bird was gone. He dismissed this -- it was likely hunting it's own dinner. Roland arranged his kindling, produced a flint and steel set and struck sparks into the wood. With a fire going, he produced a small pot, added some of his dwindling water supply, and began cooking. |
Charger has an interested look out the window when he sees they now fly underneath the clouds. The wonderfoll Los Santos was right beneath them. With all of its casino's and wonderfull shows.
Charger: Never thought I'd find myself here... Kaira: Didn't you always want to go here? Charger: Not realy... Los Santos is like, the place for all the weirdo's in the world to come together... so being there isn't realy good for your ego. But it is a great city... I guess. Kaira: Hey, maybe you can make some money in the casino's! Charger snickerd. Charger: Yea... if Art puts is down save and sound... |
Grak sees the plane descending on los santos. "ah, los santos! my favourite city! i suppouse i could ttake in the nightlife for a while. go down!" He ordered the falcon. "i could even make friends with whoever was on that plane...although thats unlikely, cos of.. me."
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The plane lowers slowly but steadily over Los Santos. Art makes brief contact with the airport that is allowing them to land, verifying that they will have space to land.
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ooc: ouch, doesn't sound to pleasant, get well soon Dave (That's an order!!!:eek: )
I've been away for the weekend. Anyway, I'll get on with it. Pseok flew back towards the crag where he'd left the human, and found to his annoyance that he'd lit a fire. Well, hopefully he'd put it out before long. Not that fire made him nervous, it just brought back... uncomfortable memories. Flying down he spotted Roland working at something beside the fire. He slowed down, drifted over the clearing and dropped the goat with all the subtlety of a brick. Then he swooped down and landed beside it on the other side of the fire from Roland. Grinning at the human (though that lack of mouth made the grin look very much like a death-glare) he nudged the goat away from the fire so as to not singe the meat, and dug in. |
Roland watched the Eagle's display with a complete lack of emotion. The bird's lopsided grin gave him the impression that the bird was trying to prove something. Likely about the cooked meat. Roland ignored the whole spectacle and concentrated on his stew. Unlike the Eagle, his stomach couldn't quite handle raw meat.
-- Art lowered the plane more. At this rate, he might just pull this whole mess off. |
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IC: Silvia had been following for some time when she decided that it must be time for a rest. She couldn't tell for sure from this distance, but it looked like the eagle had stopped anyway. She dismounted and walked to some nearby trees, leading the horse. Taking a stake out of one of the packs, she drove it into the ground, then tied the horse to it with her rope. After taking one more look through the binoculars to look at where the eagle was, she took off the rest of the horse's gear and started making preparations for food. |
Pseok finished his goat and took off and grabbed the carcass n his claws.
He hesitated and decided he should probably explain to the human what he was doing: "I'll move the body, don't want it attracting any animals here." Then he lugged it away from their camp. He dropped it into a valley a short distance from the camp and flew back towards the fire. As he approached he spotted another fire away to the south. It wasn't far off. He paused, wondering what was going on. After a few seconds he flew to the southern edge of the forest and looked down. A horse was tied to a stake in the ground near a fire, but he couldn't see anywhere else. Pseok didn't like this situation, it looked suspiciously like someone was following him. After looking around again and seeing no sign of life, he swooped down to the fire, startling the horse, who cried and tried to run away. Pseok caught the stake in his beak and after a few pulls, tugged it out of the ground. At least that way if someone was following him, or the human, he would have to find his horse before continuing. (If it's ok with Gretin) the horse bolted away from the forest. Pseok stayed in the corner, watching it run away, making sure it was out of sight. |
Silvia looked up as she heard a loud sound coming from where the horse was tied, followed by the sound of hooves. She jumped up and looked to see her horse fleeing, dragging the rope and stake behind it. She didn't bother chasing after it, but realizing the significance of the rope and stake still being intact, ran to the spot where it had been tied.
She stopped short as she saw the eagle, but although she was awed by the size of it, she knew better than to show it. Silvia had come across sentient, talking animals before, and logic told her that this was most likely one of them. If not, why would it have pulled out the stake, and why wouldn't it have chased after the horse for food? Her rifle was too far to get now, so she pulled the pistol out of the holster and aimed it at the eagle. Silvia:"Hold it right there!" If it was intelligent, it would most likely know what a gun was for, so she might be able to find out just what it was doing... |
Pseok cursed under his breath. He turned his head to look over his shoulder and saw a strong-looking human woman pointing a gun at him.
Well done Pseok, you've got yourself in a right mess now. His mind raced for a solution and he thought of Roland on the edge of the forest, at most 20 minutes away at a decent running speed for a human (or so he hoped). He hoped the human had seen im flying south and would already be wondering what he was doing. If there was just a way to call out to him without this woman getting trigger-happy. Well, he had to start somewhere. "Why are you following me?" Well, if he was lucky she would have been following them. |
OOC:I would like to join but i don't get what's going on.
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OOC: Well, then do a bit of backreading on the last 2-3 pages :)
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ooc:nvm
I don't want to after all |
Roland had wached the Eagle fly off. It normally wouldn't have worried him, but since the bird had already eaten, it couldn't be out hunting again.
Considering this bird was his fast ticket to Los Santos, he had gotten up to follow along and make sure it didn't get itself into trouble. The Eagle moved at a considerably fast pace, and Roland had to jog to keep up. By the time he actually arrived where the Eagle had landed, it was staring at a woman weilding a gun. A gun? Hmm . . . The gunslinger drew his own guns and stepped out in front of the Eagle. Roland: "Take it easy, stranger. This Eagle is with me. I don't want to have to regret this meeting later." |
(OOC: Tower to Dave... You have permission to put that freaking plane to the ground so we can move on with the RP!! :P)
Charger amd Kiara braced themselfs as they went in for the final decent(sp?). |
Teh plane iz landz0rz!
--- Art coasted for a bit and, mercifully, the plane touched down with only a minor bump. The plane rocked forward a little, making Art really quite nervous ... but now he simply had turn off the engines and apply the brake.... the plane would be fine. The plane cruised to a halt on the clear runway, at a slant. Art was quickly radioing for someone to bring a damn staircase so that everyone could climb out. |
Pseok:"Why are you following me?"
Following? Then this must be the same eagle as before. But she was sure that when she first spotted the eagle, there had been someone riding on it's back. Silvia:"Following? Then you were heading north a short time ago with someone riding on your back?" Before she could say more, Roland made his move. Roland: "Take it easy, stranger. This Eagle is with me. I don't want to have to regret this meeting later." Silvia hesitated for a moment, then lowered the gun and placed it back in it's holster. Silvia:"So it was you I saw. Well, I'll explain it to you then. If you saw an eagle flying along, carrying someone on it's back, what would you do?" |
Drakko"Wow,this is scarier then i thought...we've actully landed"
Drakko unbuckled his seat belt and stood up while streching out his arms, he then strolled over to the window on the door...but..whats that? Drakko could see a truck coming up to the plane with a ladder..but there was something next to it..a dark figure with 2 men beside him..no..i couldn't be..Drakko squinted his eyes more and saw that this dark figure was in fact Mario Vincenzo (maybe you can remember the profile i posted up on the first page). Drakko:"ooh..dear" |
:"So it was you I saw. Well, I'll explain it to you then. If you saw an eagle flying along, carrying someone on it's back, what would you do?"
Roland: "It's none of your concern what I would do." Of course, what Roland didn't say was that he probably would have done the same thing. --- Art went back into the main part of the plane and sorta looked around at his passengers. It occured to him that he had left the plane on the runway. Forget it, he thought. Let a real pilot move it from here. I'm never flying again. |
"YAY! We are ALIVE!" Krisha yelled, and gave Kix a shock.
"Wow, take it easy Krisha." She said angrily. "Well, aren't you happy that we're alive? It's like.. God's actually with me today." Krishe laughed out. "Stop picking on Art. He's an exellent Pilot. Now lets get of." Kis said, and noticed that the stairs weren't there yet. She sighed, and then lay back in her seat. |
Pseok was more than a little relieved when Roland strolled into the clearing.
Pseok: "Personally I would mind my own business. Sticking you nose in other people's business has a habit of leading to trouble." He glanced around. "Sort of like the kind you're in now." He was also rather pleased to see that Roland hadn't put his gun away. |
Grak sends the falcon into first a light desent, then a full throttlelanding and they land. after he gets of, he orders the bird to fly back to the community, corfirming that the plane came down safe.
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(OOC: I'm gonna use a new RP style. Novel style.)
Charger rose from his seat, walking up to the door. He glanced at Kix for a moment. 'Kix,' he said on a sarcastic tone. 'Arthur is not a good pilot...' He walked up to Art, looking at him with a daring stare. He was just inches from Art's face when he made a long sniff of air. 'And by the smell of it, Art is just as surprised as we are that we are still in one piece.' He breezed in Art's face, clearing his nose of Art's fear scent. Ugh... 'You never flew a plane before...' he said daringly, his look warning him not to lie. 'Did you?' Without realy waiting for an answer he backed away and continued over to the door, hearing Drakko mumble a slight 'Oh Dear...'. Charger looked out the window, seeing the dark figure and what appeared to be two body guards. He padded Drakko on the back, not to soft. 'Friends of yours?' |
Grak takes a look at the bodyguards, then the shadowy figure, then Charger. He shrugged, then walked up to the plane, uttering a quiet. "oo, they're really scary. not. i could kill em in 2 seconds"
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Art knew he was caught. But what did it matter? They were safely on the gronds. Besides, most of the flight was done on auto-pilot. There hadn't been much to it ....
Blaze cleared his throat and spoke up. "Charger? Who's out there?" |
Grak finally spoke to the guards. "who are you guys. tourists? ha ha ha ha aha !" he laughed to himself
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SligNewsCasterGod, I'm hereby suspending you from this RP. I got some people come to me about you and your RP style. You have to understand that I want this RPG to exist of people that know what they are doing, and you obviously don't. This is no offence to you as a person. All I am saying is that I would like to keep this RP on track. You can go do some experience in the RPG you are planning on starting, but untill that time I would appreciate it if you would refrain from posting here. You are welcome to come back when you got some more RP experience. In turn I would like to ask all other participants in this RP to ignore any future in-character posts he might make. Greets, Havoc) Charger raised an eyebrow and looked up to Blaze. 'No idea,' he noted simply. 'Ask Drakko here.' He pointed over his shoulder and leaned next to the door. |
Roland: "It's none of your concern what I would do."
Silvia:"Friendly type, aren't you? But then, fast guns, or gunslingers, or whatever you like to be called, generally aren't." Pseok: "Personally I would mind my own business. Sticking you nose in other people's business has a habit of leading to trouble. Sort of like the kind you're in now." Silvia:"Well, master know-it-all, trouble is not something I'm unfamiliar with. And I make it my business to investigate anything unusual." She glanced at Roland, then back at Pseok. Silvia:"Believe it or not, a human riding an eagle is unusual! But more to the point, what are you going to do now? You have the upper hand for now." OOC: I don't know why, but I always seem to go to type Ronald instead of Roland. :p Luckily I've never actually done it so far. ;) |
OOC:Mario shoots Grak in the head.The End.
"friends of yours?" Drakko:"well..let's replace 'freinds with...'not freinds'?" Drakko had been wonering the whole plane trip what's going to happen with him and the rest..actully..the rest'll be fine..Mario only wants Drakko..he may be a selfish bastard but he wouldn't kill people for no apparent reason...Drakko on the other hand, he only has half the money Mario needs an...oh look the ladders here. Drakko stood back from the door and waited for Mario and his bodyguards to enter..the door was slowly being opend and it wooshed open with Mario standing in the doorway. Mario:"Hello Drakko.." |
'Oh great...' Charger said halways amused. 'From one life threatning condition straight into the other... why do I always have a habbit of doing this?'
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