Just Another Day

Welcome to Neo Babylon, where knowledge is power!

Our forum caters to a wide variety of tastes, from gaming to RPing to arts and entertainment. If you're looking for a place to hang out and discuss your hobbies with like minded individuals, then look no further, you've come to the right place. When registering, don't forget to read the rules and be mindful of your behaviour. Now go out there and have fun!

Join our community!

If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Pages:
1
2
3

Just Another Day; Free Open RP
Tweet Topic Started: May 22 2015, 05:33 AM (861 Views)
Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 17 2015, 02:30 AM Post #16
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	"What? No? It was...supposed to be...a joke?" Erik sighed in defeat, his poor attempt at humour completely deflected back at his face. They tore a path through the rain and straight for the main building, bursting through the doors after everyone else who had the sense to do the same. He pulled his backpack aside and let it slide to the floor, thankful he went with a waterproof model, before shaking some of the water off of him, making sure not to let any of it fly off towards anyone. He put both his hands through his hair, dragging his fingers through it as he combed it backwards and tightening his headband to reinforce it into position. "Well that was something. Been living here my entire life and I've never seen a downpour that sudden or that strong." His thoughts wandered back to how nonchalantly the girl, Sue, brushed off how her wound had miraculously vanished, causing him to frown inwardly. While he understood people's need to keep secrets, especially in a situation where stigma might be involved, he was not too happy with being lied to in the face of something so obvious. Still, it was not his place to judge and he did his part in helping someone in need to the best of his abilities. Speaking of which. The man Erik now subconsciously associated with a popular actor famous for playing parts in Westerns stood in the lobby, just a few meters from them, clearly in distress over how his impractical attire is now the cause of much discomfort due to the abnormal weather. Erik waved the man over, not sure how much service he could provide since he could learn whatever he wanted to about the campus right here in this building. "Hey, friend, did you still need help?"
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-Eternally Fallen-	Jun 18 2015, 03:11 AM Post #17
The Darkness Posts: 1,205 Group: Elite Member #41 Joined: July 12, 2008	He liked to work with his hands. It was a good hobby to have, and a good way to make money. It was also an excellent distraction--it kept him from dwelling too much on the differences. How long had he been awake? A few months at best. It hadn't been very long at all, not compared to the many centuries he'd sporadically lived through. The last time he'd been awake? Humanity was locked into conflict amongst themselves, just as they always were. The only time they weren't trying to kill each other was when they were busy killing off what they didn't understand, what they perceived to be a threat, regardless of whether or not there was any true danger involved. They were very adept at slaying whatever they chose to oppose on any particular day. That wasn't so different even in this new era, though. He had no doubt that humans would find someone to war against as long as they existed. It was a rather disgusting quality. He sincerely wished he could have just plunged back into another bout of hibernation rather than have to see how pitiful a state the world was in with them in charge. He couldn't deny, though, that in some ways humans had finally started to improve upon themselves. From what he understood, the area of the world he currently called home had managed to abolish the practice of slavery, which was certainly intriguing. Looking closer, he could see that the difference between the elite and the poor was just as great as ever, if not moreso. But at least they were trying. And that was where he found his place. His space, where he would blend into society. He would become a laborer. "Hey E', you about done here?" "I told you to call me Eustace," he responded, not looking away from his work. "Yeah yeah. Anyway, I'm finished on my end, so come on out when you're done." Eustathios gave a small wave, glancing back just long enough to see the young man disappear from sight. "Pretty easy job today, huh?" "Pretty easy," Eustathios said, giving a single nod. He began chewing on another wedge of orange before glancing over toward his coworker. James was his name. He was a good kid. He wore the skin color of the men from the south of his homeland, worked just as hard as any he'd seen, and had the skill of an artisan when working. It was a shame they made little for their work--were he born in another time, he could have become a moderately wealthy man. "Wasn't expecting it to rain today. Might have to cancel my date tonight," James said with a sigh, gazing out at the downpour. "The rain is fine with me. I like it." Tossing the last of the fruit into his mouth, Eustathios stepped out into the storm, unsure of what he'd do with himself. Stopping as he left the building, he glanced back toward his coworker, offering one last word before departing. "Sorry about your date, though." "Yeah, it's cool. Later." Nodding, the ancient creature took his leave. Edited by Eternally Fallen, Jun 18 2015, 03:11 AM.



Arcana Fang	Jun 18 2015, 07:31 AM Post #18
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Roman looked back towards the young couple as they strolled out of the rain and right into the safety that the main hall could provide. His leather, although built to handle the water, didn't necessarily make things dryer on the wearer, as they caught most of the repellant flow of water on their skin, hair, and underclothings as the leather kept itself water resistant. He knew his hat was going to make a mess when he decided to take it off, and he'd rather not get the young man and pretty girl drenched after they manged to escape the wraith of God going on outside the campus walls. "Firstly, my young fellow lady, don't take it rude that I don't pull my hat down and shake your hand, too much water still all on my crap." he sighed, still holding himself in a stoic position. "I'm Roman Orvash, artificer, looking for all sorts of artifacts and things of that nature. I figure this is the best place to have all the knowledge in the world bundled up into one man or woman. Do you have anyone here that is either," He held up his first finger, "one, a local who knows the histories about this area or," he held up his second finger, "someone who deals with archaeology or another Artificer?" He hoped the youths would give him some answers. He could still see their aura, that just on the tip-of-the-radar-but-not-enough-to-be-measured-a-hit-aura. He wasn't sure why, but the girl's aura was off, like, strangely off that Roman couldn't describe it. It would be difficult to find someone anywhere in the county who could give him solid answers to his problems, and he didn't just want to come out to someone about it unless he knew their info was solid and that they had a dabble of unexplainable in their lives to help keep the conversation grounded. In truth, Roman needed a pair of his guns to be examined, as well as his gloves, his boots, his amulet, and all the strange shit he carried that he didn't know where it came from. He needed someone to explain these physical parts of him so he could go into the psychological part and make due there. His eyes flashed away from his newly met compadres and towards the glass, that barely contained the gale storm from reaching into the room. It had the worst aura of all. A spellcaster had created it. A damn good one too. In his study of learning from those that make magic happen to hunt those that make magic happen and don't control it, he had learned so much about the give and take of magic, and especially what magic could affect and how intense effects were usually from something that had mastered the art or acted out in the right moment of raw emotive drive. This was from a master spellcaster. Someone who had lived a very long time to practice precise control on where the storm would go, what lightning would strike, how the rain would fall, feel when it fell, how much of it. The list went on and on. And Roman would be damned if the bastard who didn't make it wasn't always so close by.
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 19 2015, 01:26 AM Post #19
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	The man was surprisingly polite and proper with the way he talked, despite the country drawl. It wasn't the fact that someone dressed the way he was would be stereotypically backwards or uncouth, but rather how he was almost unnaturally the opposite, as if his outer representation existed merely to belie his personality. Aside from this, his request was a rather strange one. "Honestly, you'd probably have better luck finding the person you're looking for at the local museum. They've got quite a few noteworthy experts there that regularly appraise stuff that's donated to the city. But, given our current circumstances..." He turned to the entrance they just came from, making a sweeping motion with his arm as a way of addressing the bad weather before turning back to Roman. "You're probably better off checking out the archaeology department. I hear Professor Ford has quite the reputation, though he tends to be off on some dig more often than not so, you'll have to test your luck. The good news is, it's not far from here. If you'd like I can show you the way and help you find his office." All things considered, the stranger would probably jump at the chance rather than meander through the campus while being pelted by heavy rain. It then dawned on Erik that he still had a quirky engineering student in tow, prompting him to turn back to her. "Want to tag along for a little excursion?"
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-The Raging Zephyr-	Jun 19 2015, 03:46 AM Post #20
The Winds of Change Posts: 1,254 Group: Elite Member #11 Joined: March 7, 2007	Artificer? Treasure hunter? Those were certainly some antiquated terms, but then again, this guy looked like a walking anachronism as it is. As he and Erik chatted up, Sue looked over her books and frowned. What pages weren't damp were crumpled from the repeated falls they took, stained with dirt. Hopefully, there was nothing too damaged, but copying everything over into a new book was going to be a pain. Slow to notice, Sue looked up to see Erik looking at her. She began to bleat out a response before she found her voice overwhelmed by another. "You know, it's the librarian's job to help with research around here." With loaded hotdog in his hand, the pile of onions and relish threatening to spill all over the sleeve of his dress shirt, Johnathan Macbeth continued down the hall from the building's cafeteria. His attire spoke formal, what with striped tie and neatly-combed hair trailing behind, but his voice and posture spoke purely casual. "Most of the professors are also either going home or are already there," he mumbled through bites. "But the library's open until five today. Oh, hey Erik." As strange as it was, Sue couldn't help but ogle Macbeth. He was significantly toned for a librarian, or a librarian's assistant, whatever his job description was. That body type, though, it reminded her of last night...but that was crazy, right? Completely incidental, and who can even figure out who a person is just by their body type, right? "Uh, Erik, yeah, that's cool," she stuttered. Anything to get away from here, really.



Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 19 2015, 04:25 AM Post #21
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	The familiar bass of Macbeth's voice echoed through the lobby as Erik turned to the sight of his neighbour wolfing down the hotdog he had probably acquiesced from the nearby cafeteria. He was a little surprised as it had been quite some time since he had seen him, despite his more recent frequent visits to the library, and assumed he was out of town on other business. "Oh, hey John. I keep forgetting you work for a living." Despite their age difference, the snarky nature of the comment was usually the norm between them, with Erik grinning to back up said comment. "And, as right as you might be, this dude's request is pretty specific. Plus I know for a fact that Professor Ford spends so much time on campus that he sometimes crashes in his own office. Well...if he's even here at all. Makes no difference really, we'll have to go out into THAT to reach either building." "Uh, Erik, yeah, that's cool." He turned back to Sue, noting her paler complexion and nervous glance. His senses also managed to pick up a slightly elevated heartbeat and the faint smell of sweat over the humidity from the rain. "Sue? You o---"" It only took him a moment to realise that she was completely avoiding any kind of eye contact with Macbeth. He could practically smell the proverbial static in the air and was not about to make a scene of it. "So yeah, I think we should probably hoof it. Unless Mr. umm...Orvash, was it? Unless he'd prefer to spend more time in the library."
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


Arcana Fang	Jun 19 2015, 07:07 AM Post #22
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Roman was listening to his company very intently speak about a Professor that was into archaeology. Ford, with all intentions and purposes was a strong name, and Roman hoped that the long shot would be one of luck and pay off. His young friend, Erik,had just spoken all of this about the faculty member and the girl was getting ready to join in when another voice came into the conversation rather abruptly. The other young man was a bigger built fellow, a lot more muscly than Roman, and was devouring what seemed to be a delicious spot of lunch. Oh yeah, lunch. That thing where one ate something that wasn't liquor and tea. Where one would eat some form of protein, carbs, sugars....mmmhhhmmm....sugars. Roman's belly ached at the sight and smell of the strong onions, screaming his hunger into the front of his mind, before he snapped back to the fact that the man was putting his two cents into the conversation. "Yes sir, thanks for that advice, uh-" Roman was hoping the young man would introduce himself when Erik filled the name for him: John. Erik's rebuttal was pretty sound, and he seemed to be tuning into his peers behavior more than Roman could know, so he just nodded his head when the young man decided to point out that they would have to go out into the maelstrom occurring on the outside of the campus' nice dry interior. "You know, I'm fine with hoofing it, as long as I won't be holding either of you up? My coat is pretty much as water resistant as it's gonna' be. Let's make our way." Roman spoke, looking towards John in a nice-to-meet-you courtesy bow of the head and waiting on his guides to show him where exactly they could meet this needle-in-a-haystack. The storm was raging, as only a true thunderstorm could. Except, if the storm was made of it's own accord, it wouldn't have streaming waves of coalescent green energy weaving it's way towards the campus that rested in the city. Thunder and lightning danced around each other, sending flashes of light and drums of sound to each and every ear and eye in the downtown sector of city and beyond. Weather predictors would be at a loss for words, having to explain the midday storm as a freak occurrence and make due with some hopeful words of sunshine and clear skies for the weekend. Anyone standing in the elements would feel the stinging sheets of moisture hammer down on them from any angle, vertically on top of them, diagonally at their faces, and even horizontally towards their eyes. The concrete and asphalt, once mixed with the sudden raindrops, surrendered pockets of steam from their pores. The rain was cold, harsh, and when mixed with the random gusts of wind, deadly. Cars would be pulling over on the interstate nearby, cars that held passengers wanting to get a bite to eat would probably still hold their pilots, eagerly waiting for the break to happen just as sudden as it had started. All the while, no one would notice the bits of green light traversing through the clouds, using the wind and water to move where it willed. The energy would collect just outside of the perimeter of the campus, releasing into what appeared to be a rounded shape. In the flash of lightning that crackled at that moment, one wouldn't see the form of Zachariah standing where the energy had just congregated. The only difference was that he was alone and sported a different face. The man who was once Rick Maccard, or at least, Rick Maccard's face, was now residing on the body of Zachariah. The man, getting drenched in a storm of his own creation, walked towards the campus' main entrance, using his hands to shield himself from the rain. He walked as brisk as he could, enjoying the feeling of having younger lungs, towards whatever lie inside the university.
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


-The Raging Zephyr-	Jun 19 2015, 08:50 AM Post #23
The Winds of Change Posts: 1,254 Group: Elite Member #11 Joined: March 7, 2007	"Well, I'll pull up what I can anyways," Macbeth said. "I might get a little distracted depending on how many people are taking shelter, but the boss should be on duty." Macbeth strode over to the front doors, peering out into the storm. It was a mess of a day, but a lovely one. It's amazing how easy it is to get used to something so different, so unique, so much unlike home. It briefly brought a smile to his face, until he realized how drenched he was about to become. "Hey, cafeteria's closing in twenty if you're in the mood," he said, stuffing the rest of his meal in his mouth. "See ya." The sound of rainfall drowned out all other noise in the foyer as he stepped outside, and quickly faded out of view behind the curtains dropping down. The sudden aspiration as Sue sighed with relief was perhaps a little more audible than she had meant it to be, but at least the librarian didn't seem to recognize her. That's a good sign, right? "Today would be a good day for an umbrella," she muttered. "Or at least a backpack."



Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 20 2015, 01:18 AM Post #24
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	"IF ONLY TODAY WAS LASAGNE DAY!" Erik called out to Macbeth as he made his exit. He began making his way to the door himself, grabbing his soaked backpack off the floor and shaking as much of the moisture out of it as he could, before placing it over his head. He made sure his compatriots were close behind him before heading out. "Archaeology building's just down this path to the left. Careful on those steps and just stick close to me. Shouldn't take us more than five minutes to get there." With a quick nod, he bolted, the sudden force of the gale pushing against him with fervour as he tried gaining some balance. The wind only served to make the force of the rain all that much more aggressive, pelting the party with droplets that almost felt like pebbles. He cautiously, yet quickly made his way to their destination, noting that anyone who might have still been outside had either found shelter in one of the buildings, or left the campus entirely. There was no way there would still be classes going on and was sure the city itself was probably in the process of advising on safety and security precautions for the storm. The trip's urgency made it feel all that much shorter, as he found himself standing before the archaeology building, flanked by large pillar and centring a large statue of a dinosaur. They made their way up the steps and barged into the building, making sure the door behind them was sealed shut. "Holy crap, that was bad. How the hell are we going to get home after all this?" He looked around, noting there were plenty of other people wandering around the building and making the best of a bad situation. A group of students studying in one corner, a couple trying to enjoy a quick meal, some faculty members trying to make arrangements for exiting the campus, it was rather busy. Erik headed for the front desk to inquire about the professor's office. "Excuse me, is Professor Ford in today?" The bookish man looking over a map of the campus grounds turned to him before responding. "Must be your lucky day since he's been out of town all week and just got in this morning. You'll find his office on the second floor. Take a right from the stairs and head straight for the end of the corridor, you can't miss it." He nodded before turning back to the other two. "Shall we?" Down past the lobby and up the stairwell they went before finding his office. Erik lightly knocked on the door. "Excuse me, Professor Ford?" Edited by Arcana Fang, Jun 20 2015, 01:58 AM.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


Arcana Fang	Jun 22 2015, 06:24 PM Post #25
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Roman was relieved to find out that Erik's assessment was only 5 minutes. 5 minutes in that hell of a storm was crazy, but bearable for the most part. As they dashed out the door, the elements immediately began pelting them with all of their fury. Roman decided to stand on the outside of the group, using the open flaps of his jacket to try and protect the lady from any rain, as best he could. It would be difficult because he couldn't be everywhere the rain and wind wanted to be at the same time. The steps were the worst part. As much as his cowboy boots made him both move and look like a man, they were slick on the bottom. Roman found purchase in the metal railing on either side, doing his best to not look like a newborn calf, stumbling down the stairs. The group made a left and finally made the dash into what looked like the archaeology wing. Roman let out a low whistle as he saw what looked like the skeletal remains of a behemoth from another millennium. "Dad Damn Son." Roman let under his breathe while looking at the dinosaur. It was very impressive. Plenty of kids in here, it was good. Most actually earned their smarts because even Roman would find it very dense to be out in the rain. Erik spoke to someone who looked like they knew what was going on, and of course, he did. Roman found himself sensing a reliability from Erik, and that was overriding his general disdain for those with a different aura. He wouldn't say as much, but he was taking a liking to his new friend. Wait, friend? He met the kid literally several minutes ago and was already going so far as to call the young man a friend. He had been away from people for too long. Maybe it was a good thing, maybe it was a bad thing, but right now, none of that mattered. They needed to find this Professor Ford, and as they walked down the lobby and Erik knocked on the door, a voice could be heard from the other side. "COME IN, BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T KNOCK OVER THE CASES!" Roman managed to hear "come in", but ignorantly missed the other part of the greeting, walking through the door behind Erik and Sue, and as he stepped to the side so he could lay his eyes on the Professor, he knocked over what looked like some expensive leather suitcases and luggage containers on their face. Roman scrambled to pick the stuff up before the man turned around and reprimanded him. "God dammit, I just told you to watch the CASES! Please watch what you're doing!" the Professor said. He looked like he was slightly older than Roman. His skin was darkened from what could only be expected from hours of baking in the sun. He wore what appeared to be leather clothes, to protect the man from the harsher elements. What this actually did was make Roman and the Professor look very similar. He had stubble on his chin and neck, that also looked very similar to Roman. "Gotcha. Sorry about that!" Roman apologized as fast as he could and moved his feet away from the luggage as quickly as he could. The Professor's office was ordained with all sort of artifacts that must have been acquired from years and years of expeditions. Roman could tell from countries like Egypt, India, Scotland, France, Russia, actually there was really too many to name, but swords ordained the wall. There was some suits of armor, older firearms (which caught Roman's eye), and currency from each corner of globe. "Ah well, Erik, nice to see you again. I'm not sure who your friend is exactly, but, if I could give some advice, make sure you get friends who have the same attributes you wanna' exuded." Professor Ford spoke. Roman thought that remark was for his clumsy demeanor. Which made him blush a little, as he didn't want to get in a fight with the person who might be able to help him. "Now what exactly brings you to my wonderful fortress of education?" Ford said.
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Arcana Fang	Jun 24 2015, 11:02 PM Post #26
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Rick Maccard managed to get from the gates marking the entrance of the school to the interior of the central building in record time. To those who he passed, his grey-colored suit would be saturated with the rain water, giving off a darker shade of grey. Other than that, the man had the appearance of any other person who might be associated with the staff of the school or any sort of agent of administration. The gold gauntlet that had surrounded his right arm was nowhere to be seen. He had used his arms to shield himself from the elements and the first action he took once inside was to shake off any excess water, slinging the water onto the tile and carpet at his feet. He could feel the eyes of some of the students land on him as he arrived, probably amazed that someone would even trek through the downpour occurring through the backside of the brick and mortar. He took a second to rake his hands across the material of his clothes, using his fingers to get any droplets to fall from their positions of residence. He also took another second to run a comb through his hair, to move the unkempt strains into a comb-over, and then proceeded to look at the directory of the school grounds posted in the middle, by the reception desk. He walked over, using the time to scope out the young woman typing furiously away on the keypad, her face was holding the reflection of the computer screen's light, giving her red hair a slight blue hue. Rick Maccard took a moment to look at the map, give a lost look as though he had no idea where something was located, and moved his way over to the female. With a pleasant voice, he went through the motion of buttoning the spare button on his suit jacket as he spoke to her, "Excuse me miss, may I trouble you for just a moment." The girl looked up from the computer screen, her hazel eyes shielded with the frames of her glasses, and spoke back to him while stopping the clicking of her keys, "Yes sir, what can I help you with?" "I'm with the city waterworks company, and I've seemed to have had a problem reaching one of our workers, storms have a funny way of ruining all sorts of stuff, where exactly would I find the access to the lower levels of the school where the pipes would be?" The girl looked at him quizzically for a moment, before looking down at the screen once again, moving the mouse and clicking a few times. While she was doing this, Rick moved his hand down past where the counter hid his lower section, moved his hand in a circular motion aimed toward where the power cord cluster rested on the other side of the particle-board counter. At the same time as this motion occured, the power died to the computer system the girl was working at, the blue hue disappearing from her red hair. She looked frustratingly at the screen, clicking the mouse in some sort of effort to use the force of her clicking to bring the system back, rolled her chair back to look at the tower, pressed the power button several times, and finally with a sigh looked back at Rick. "Well, looks like the storm is good at a lot of things. The lower levels and pipeline access would be near the archaeology department, that's on the left, but you'll have to go across the way, back out there. Should be a maintence room past Dr. Ford's office." Rick looked out at the rain, sighed with disappointment, and then looked back at the girl. "Thank you so much, wish me luck trying to stay dry." He threw his hand up in thanks to the girl, began walking away, and opened the door, making his way across the path she had laid out to him.
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Jun 25 2015, 03:45 AM Post #27
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	While Erik wasn't a frequent visitor of Ford's, he knew the man well enough to understand his quirks and nuances. He had taken up interest in a few of the archaeologist's projects and studies and had seen him on occasion to pick his brain about a few things. There were even a few times where he was on the job and his background and expertise proved to be insightful regarding certain missions he was to be sent on. Of course, the information was classified and it merely came off as him being curious more than anything else. "Eheheh, sorry to bother you again, professor. I hope you don't mind the intrusion." The young man sighed inwardly, hoping his new acquaintance was not there to cause him any grief and tarnish the impression he had left with the professor. He turned to present the cowboy to his mentor before addressing him. "This is Mr. Orvash and, it seems he's come a long way to look into identifying and appraising some relics. I wasn't really sure if he'd have been better off asking the museum but, it looks like the situation really only left him with one option. Again, I hope you don't mind me bringing him here..." He was sweating, a little nervous that perhaps he had overstepped his boundaries.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


Arcana Fang	Jun 25 2015, 04:33 AM Post #28
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	While Erik was speaking, Roman decided to edge closer to the desk to where he was standing in front of the Professor, who was hidden partially behind books with labels weathered from age. The Professor looked like he was waiting on someone to speak and fill in the rest, knowing full good and well that Erik was a good kid, but wasn't sure about the dusty old cowboy. "Sir, name's Roman, and I've come across some artifacts as this here young man has said that I'd like for you-" "That accent is rather hard for you to fight isn't it? What exactly do you have?" Roman was caught aback just a little, as he hadn't really had anyone speak about the fact that he fought to keep an accent down during his normal speech. Damn this guy was good. "Well, I've got some pieces on m-" "You mean guns? Hell, drop them on the table, it'll be alright, no one's gonna' think twice being in this room." the Professor said. It was actually pretty funny, as the room was ornately littered with weapons of all shapes and sizes, and there was no class going on at the moment. Roman flipped up the edges of his coat to reveal two hidden straps that led to holsters underneath his pants line, pulling out with each hand an decorated pistol the color of ivory. The cowboy placed them on the table in front of the professor, revolver chambers each stuck to the side with ammo in each slot. He also pulled off the gloves he was wearing, placing them palm down next to the pistols, where the etching of some form of triangle was present, and then he took from his pocket what appeared to be an amulet of some cut obsidian. He also stepped back and pointed down to his boots. "The boots have a lining on the bottom of the heel similar to the amulet, but this stuff isn't very well documented, or at least that I can find." The Professor's eyes piqued interest, as his eyebrows raised and his hands went immediately to the guns. His fingers felt over the ivory-like material, finding the markings of the weapon, going over them several times to try and decipher what exactly the foreign markers were. "It's Spanish, says "full of shit", nah, Just kidding." the Professor spoke, hoping to break the serious mood just a little. The man reached down into his pocket and retrieved a pen, using some scrap paper that rested on his desk and began making a copy of the symbols on the weapons. Each one had the same markings in the same places, but the lettering or numbering or whatever it was didn't seem to have any logical flow or even an established base. The symbols seemed almost like they were partly overflowing in base circles, but not overlapping into one geometric shape. Next, the Professor moved to the gloves, marking the same similar shapes down, except in what seemed to be a triangle pattern. Finally, he looked at the amulet. The black-colored stone reflected the florescent light back, but appeared smooth to the touch with no etching whatsoever. "Tell me about finding these?" The Professor spoke again as he wrote down something, "Didja find them together, separate, anything they were in or around?" Roman cleared his throat. "I actually stole the pistols when I was younger, from a pawn shop, and the gloves and boots were in the same shop as well." He stopped to think about the amulet. "Didn't your mom ever teach you to not steal from others?" the Professor scolded. "Taught me a lot of things, didn't mean I listened sir." Roman spoke. "I can't really say I know where the amulet came from. Just kinda' found it." The Professor looked up from his paper at Roman for a few good seconds, not breaking eye contact. When the man deemed it was okay to quit staring into the cowboy's soul, he looked down at his paper again. "That helps me none at all, and quit with the sir crap. Call me Professor. Anyway, take a look at this." The Professor rummaged through his desk, pulling out what looked like a laser pointer, and shined it on the pistols and gloves, circling a certain symbol. "These symbols repeat at the top of whatever structure serves as a language for this. And it's not anything I've really seen before, although it does favor some Celtic-looking script. Favors slightly, but not really enough to call it. Now this on the other hand, actually says a lot." The man used the pointer to show an etching that looked like a separation in the middle of the amulet. "This amulet houses something else. Not sure exactly what it is, but it's a strange contra-" The Professor got up and rummaged through another set of drawers adjacent to his desk. He was throwing out papers and little knick-knacks, searching for something. "Now if I can find it, the language does look something like a piece I've found somewhere else."
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Jul 2 2015, 01:35 PM Post #29
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	Erik let out a loud whistle as Roman pulled out his guns and placed them on the table, surprised to see someone carrying such archaic looking hardware so casually on their person. He thought that, at the very least, the articles would be protected in some kind of casing or package, but he had no idea they'd be weapons, of all things. "Daaaaaamn, that's some sweet hardware." The cowboy continued to place objects his objects on the table, prompting the professor to examine them more closely. He clearly pointed out the markings on all the artifacts, which did look related, but not really like anything Erik was familiar with. As he continued to look at the markings, his head began to throb, the tendrils of a migraine wrapping themselves around his temple as information began rushing through his mind. The markings must have triggered something from the Testament data he housed within his mind, prompting the information to fill his thoughts at an accelerated rate. He did the best he could to process it, but it was too much and he could not focus long enough to grab what he wanted. Blood slowly began to ooze from his right nostril, forcing him to pull a tissue out of his pocket to plug the leak and avert attention away from himself by turning away for a moment. The professor then got up, searching for his notes. "Now if I can find it, the language does look something like a piece I've found somewhere else." The elderly man rummaged through his drawers and stacks of paper littered about his desk. Erik cleared his mind so he could focus on the here and now, leaving the information within the confines of his mind to a later time when he could be by himself. His eyes were suddenly drawn to a battered old leather bound book tossed haphazardly on the ground, covered in creases from overuse and its edges frayed with age. He instinctively grabbed it, flipping through it to confirm his suspicions that these were Ford's personal notes. "Professor, is this what you were looking for?" He gently handed him the journal.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


Arcana Fang	Jul 9 2015, 04:51 AM Post #30
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	"Professor, is this what you were looking for?" Professor Ford looked up, with a little mix of contempt and relief, and reached his hands towards the volume. "THAT, my boy, is it. Let me see..." The Professor opened the book again, flipping through the weathered pages until he was satisfied with whatever lay inscribed on the journal's contents and laid the book flat on the table. The two pages had several little glyph-looking symbols penned across the borders with a few blotchey-looking text boxes in flowing cursive. The text mentioned something about Scottland and a castle named Klavhielan or that belonged to someone named Klavhielan. "You see this symbol, at the top left and bottom right," the Professor noted while using his laser pointer to show the symbols and point back at the symbols on the pistols and gloves, "they favor strongly with your set of markings. But the etching looks almost...adapted." Roman looked at the Professor with a inquisitive glance, hoping the man could explain a little bit further. Before the teacher could tell them the ending to his point, they all would hear a loud booming noise, as though lightning had struck the building they were standing in, shaking the foundation as well as rattling the items within the building before the main breaker flipped. The classroom, which had no external light source to account for, became pitch black except for the red laser point that the professor was waving around. "Jesus Christ in heaven!!!" The Professor blurted out. Roman had to use his hands to steady himself and reflexively placed his other free hand on the pistols to keep them in place as well. As he bent over, readying himself to stand back up, he glanced towards the doorway. It was unlike anything he had seen in such a long time. He knew that the lights of the school had been knocked off for this part of the building and that something was keeping the backup emergency lights from kicking on, but the intensity of the light he was seeing now was sickening. It was an emerald green hue, like what grass looked like, except it was pulsating and seething. It also moved by fast, fast enough that it was a blink of the eye. Roman flinched, before the instinct in his gut kicked in and he got a deep-seated anxiousness mixed with anger. The professor was still explicating his unhappiness at their current predicament when Roman, fumbling in the dark, took his items back and holstered his pistols. He took one hand and buried it in his pocket, retrieving a very small flashlight that couldn't have been any bigger than a single inch, depressed the pressure button, and revealed the room in a small botch of light, pointing the beam upwards to illuminate everyone. "Professor, you're going to have to save that explanation for later." Roman took a breath to let it sink in. "Okay? What the hell...?" The Professor said, as he could see the amulet glowing around Roman's neck now. "This is going to sound a little strange, but now, just now, I saw some sort of...insanely powerful aura pass by the door, and this amulet only reacts when there is a certain kind of trouble around." Roman looked back at Erik before speaking again, "I can't prove anything but I have a hunch that whatever made the power go out wasn't this storm, and it's in this building. Will you help me out? I'll explain everything as we go. We will need you too Professor..."
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)

ZetaBoards gives you all the tools to create a successful discussion community. Learn More · Register Now
Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · The Nexus · Next Topic »

Pages:
1
2
3