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Post by Power9x on Jul 30, 2009 14:15:21 GMT -4
Quick question: Why isn't this in the main Roleplay thread? This isn't an AU or multiverse roleplay. Or is this the main one? IDK.
EDIT: Also, in continuing this? No clue yet. Just wondering.
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chihuahuapuff
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Post by chihuahuapuff on Jul 30, 2009 22:24:50 GMT -4
I want to continue! I've never role played before (Or maybe I have, I don't know....)
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Post by Power9x on Jul 30, 2009 22:32:01 GMT -4
Did this even start is the question? And, I've tried, but a lack of an OC (over time I have grown disillusioned with OCs and fics), hinders me a bit.
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chihuahuapuff
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Post by chihuahuapuff on Jul 31, 2009 12:52:11 GMT -4
just use yourself, wouldnt that work??
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Post by Jakob on Jul 31, 2009 14:00:31 GMT -4
The butt of the sniper rifle slammed hard across the face of the space biker. Said biker's poorly chosen weapon of a baseball bat was dropped. The aluminum bat was no match for the hardened casing of the sniper rifle, which was developed with durability in mind.
Jakob didn't feel satisfied- not yet, anyway. The biker was down, but his buddies were still around. Jakob wondered why they still remained to fight.
Maybe it was because he took down many bikers before, and they wanted to go for a futile attempt for revenge. Maybe they're trying to organize in prison to escape in the future. No problem for Jakob, however. The bikers were not smart enough, let alone skilled enough, to manage a makeshift flamethrower like Jakob could... Or just about anyone else with a bottle of cologne and a lighter.
As he broke the nose of the second biker with another swing, Jakob wondered if he was the only one with any bit of intelligence left. He scrapped the thought. The answer was obviously "No."
There are people out there whose intelligence could even out-do Einstein. Over seven billion people on the planet, and more sentient beings off-world. The answer should be obvious.
The third biker started to run. Jakob whipped out his sawn-off shotgun, loaded with non-lethal rubber shots. One blast and the biker was down.
Jakob slung his sniper rifle and sawn-off shotgun, which were custom-built by his creator, KPG. The three bikers were picked up, and Jakob carried them half-decently to the police station just two blocks away.
He returned to pick up his motorcycle. The reason he got caught in the ordeal in the first place was because the bikers felt relatively threatened when a new two-wheeler arrived.
It couldn't be helped, however. Jakob lacked any real transportation until the motorcycle, while just about everyone else he knew could fly. KPG had began development of other transportation systems, but a flight system would be difficult.
After all, Jakob was pretty heavy. Nearing a metric ton in-armor and with his trenchcoat, pants, hat, and the gear he keeps stored within.
Right now, he's relatively lightweight. All he has is the sniper rifle, his shotgun, and his sidearm. Everything else he left at home.
The more he practiced with them, the more he noticed that he's not as mobile the more gear he has. The difference is small, but Jakob had learned many timed that "every little bit helps"
Efficiency: That's what he follows above all. He usually works alone, and he does not pass up an opportunity to contribute to the defense of the Earth, or any allies.
Jakob hoisted the bike onto its wheels again, and drove off. He wanted to continue driving practice.
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Post by chihuahuapuff on Aug 1, 2009 14:20:48 GMT -4
As ceana was pushed off the ledge of the helicopter, she turned on her rocket-boots and flew herself to the roaters. She pulled them off, spinning around and around. The helipcopter was falling fast and she had little time to save the GOOD people in it. She crawled into the back and pulled out everyone, flying them up to a skyscraper and placing them on the roof.
The helicopter was quickly coming down over a neighborhood. Ceana gasped as she rocketed to it and pulled it up. It was still falling, but slower. She got under it and pushed it up. She set her rockets to level 2. She lightly landed ontop of a house, and threw the helicopter onto the street. She looked up and saw the roaters coming down, too. She kicked each of them over to the helicopter, then burnt them with her rockets. The ashes were everywhere. There wasn't a car in the driveway, so she knew there was a possibility that noone saw this little "incedent". She walked up to the window and looked through, just to make sure.
Then, a SUV rolled down the streets, towards the house Ceana was at. She panicked as the car turned into the driveway. She rocket-boostered away so the person didnt see her. Ashes were in the air around her from where the car drove through them - it was really hard to see. But, she made it through, anyway - and back to Nora's to have a good ol' cup of Oil.
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Post by Jakob on Aug 1, 2009 21:55:35 GMT -4
(OOC: ... What?)
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Post by chihuahuapuff on Aug 1, 2009 22:41:04 GMT -4
what does that mean....? Lol I'm so lost
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Post by Jakob on Aug 1, 2009 22:44:08 GMT -4
(OOC: First off, what house are you at? It can't be Jakob's place, because it not only has any windows, but it doesn't look a thing like a house, let alone have a drive way.
That being said, there's no reason for Jakob to be at that random house.)
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Post by chihuahuapuff on Aug 1, 2009 22:48:57 GMT -4
(OOC: (hah I just remembered what that stood for :-P) oh, oops! I knew it would've been a bad idea to do that - considering I dont anything about anyone here ((Barely)) I'll just go and edit that. Sorry!
As I've said before, I don't think I've ever RP'd before.)
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Post by Jakob on Aug 2, 2009 15:19:16 GMT -4
Tremorton remained one of the safest, and most dangerous, places on Earth. There were vigilantes here, and superheroes, of course. There were also big criminals who enjoyed hanging out here because they wanted to plot against said heroes and vigilantes.
Jakob was responsible for many of the major gangs that were not a big enough threat to require the aid of the XJ-9 itself. After all, she had better things to do, such as terminate extraterrestrial threats when Skyway Patrol turned out to be incompetent as usual.
He patrolled the city, and the motorbike made things a lot easier. Custom-built from the ground up with durability and silence in mind. It made less noise than the most silent car one could think of, allowing Jakob to sneak up on organized criminals without having to walk.
Of course, it was twice as heavy as the standard motorbike. Jakob could still lift and carry it, but his movement would be seriously cut down. He wouldn't have the motorbike any other way. It handled nicely.
He had seen and heard on the news recently that a certain criminal mastermind had broken out of prison. It was a character Jakob had said he'd terminate due to the futility of rehabilitation. This bad guy had been locked up four times running, and nothing ever changed.
Better to save the effort and resources from being wasted on a lost hope. Jakob had a new job to do, and afterward he'd buy green onion cakes for KPG like he usually does.
For now, turn stones over, see what crawls out. Information extraction, something Jakob had become skilled at.
He'd need to. He works alone, and he lacks allies with enough knowledge to keep himself in shape if he were to be incapacitated. KPG build Jakob with durability in mind. He'll last long before any real requirements for maintenance.
Jakob still goes for standard check-ups anyway. One never knows, and KPG seriously usually never has anything better to do. What with locking himself up at their home all day, every day, even to the point to where Jakob is the only one who knows what KPG even looks like.
And implied that Jakob will remain the only one who knows what KPG even looks like.
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Post by chihuahuapuff on Aug 2, 2009 17:00:08 GMT -4
Ceana walked outside of the door to say goodbye to Jenny as she boosted off to anhialate a Class-D meteor. She walked down the sidewalk, towards Mezmers. She "breathed" a heavy sigh of fresh air.
As she could see Mezmers in the distance, she heard low talking in an alley way, and a girl yelling at him/Them. She peeked into the alley and say a gang terrorizing the average 16-year old girl.
"Oh, come on ......... You know I'm stronger than you, Just give up and stop squirming!" A man said, with a scrappy voice. He held the girl against the wall. "No, I will never!" She kicked the man right where it counts.
The man became furious, and punched the girl across the face, and She fell to the ground. "no one will save you." "Yes, -cough- Jenny will! -cough-" The man huffed, and kicked her in the stomach. The girl coughed hard. "Stop, now! Jenny will come! I swear it!" She yelled. The whole gang collected around her, to terrorize her.
Ceana walked into the light, and said strongly - "Jenny won't save you, But I will." The men turned around and stared. "Who are you?" They asked. "Your worst nightmare....." Ceana growled as her eyes glowed green and her teeth became sharp - her figers did so too. She became her super-self, something that looked similar to a demon robot.
Some of the men's eyes bulged, while others got out their weopons. Ceana stood and smiled as they all approached her. They surrounded her and laughed hardy laughs. Ceana closed her eyes as they closer and closer, into her "bubble", leaving the teen girl behind.
"Your in my bubble," Ceana whispered. One man laughed louder.
All of a sudden, that man went flying. She looked at the girl, and screamed "Run, now!" she lasered a hole through the man in the air. She kicked, puched, and head-butted her way through the gang.
One man tried to shoot her, but it rickished off her metal skin onto the man's head. She thought she had defeated each man, untill one shocked her in the back. She screamed in agony as he grabbed her and tried to load her into a car. "JENNY!!!!!! JENNY!!!! ANYBODY?!?!?!!!! SAVE MEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by Jakob on Aug 2, 2009 17:38:48 GMT -4
A bloody explosion. One of the gangsters met a gruesome end, and lacked a head to remember it.
Jakob spotted the teenage human that was originally being harassed, and got closer.
"Get out of here. You're better off not watching this."
The gangsters were scrambling behind the car. In the trunk was yet another vigilante robot.
Current objectives: Terminate threat to society. Squeeze information out of leader. It was a good a chance as any.
Firearms cracked in the alleyway. Jakob took some hits to prevent the bullets from flying out and possibly hitting bystanders. He responded with his own sniper rifle.
One shot. The car door a man took cover behind crumpled as the shot pierced through the aluminum. The others were swearing amongst themselves. It appears they knew about him.
They also seemed to know Jakob's strategies. One man started to run. Jakob took aim and tore off the man's leg. He'd need that one alive.
More continued shooting. Jakob was getting tired. He took cover behind a dumpster and swapped his sniper rifle for his sawn-off shotgun. He then burst into a low sprint, quickly closing distance between himself and the car.
The remaining five gangsters stood no chance. After all, Jakob had enough shots in the shotgun to terminate them all.
There was a freed hostage in the trunk. It was a super-powered robot, should be find by itself. Jakob wanted information, and he knew the robot couldn't help.
Jakob reloaded and put away his shotgun as he hoisted the leader and sat him down at a dumpster.
"Dealt with you guys before... twice. I'm not a believer in third chances, unlike today's justice system," Jakob said. He didn't need to waste any voice.
The leader stared wide-eyed at his leg, or what was left of it anyway.
"However, I'm thinking of making you a deal. Tell me where your mastermind is hiding."
"Which one?" The man shouted, still staring at his leg."
"They call him Mannequin. Real name Travis "McPain" McIntosh. Broke out of prison last night. Personal judgment day coming soon."
The man shook his head, saying he knew nothing. Even with all of his fingers soon broken, there was nothing. Jakob sighed and finished the job with a punch.
"Disappointing," he said as he walked back to his bike. The car was safe, the vigilante was safe, the civilian was safe, the town area was safe. Nothing left to do.
The Police knew about Jakob, and they found Jakob's sense of justice to be fair.
First offense, capture, left at police station. Second offense, beat down, capture, left at police station. Third offense is either "terminate" or "cause significant physical damage, capture, leave at police station.
That, and the fact that KPG does work for the police sometimes, in terms of making equipment that help save lives.
Jakob had all of his weapons loaded, and drove off. Things to do.
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Post by chihuahuapuff on Aug 2, 2009 18:04:12 GMT -4
Ceana watched as the man who saved her drove away. She waited untill he turned the corner to blow up the car. She opened her radar to see where jenny was - She was in the stratosphere. Ceana looked around in the air, and zoomed in on Jenny. She boosted off to go meet her. "Jenny! Jennny Jennnnny JEEEEENNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYY!" She yelled. Jenny stopped quick, almost running into Ceana. "What?" She asked. "I was fighting this gang and then they put me in there car and then this really cool guy came and blasted one of the guys' head off and it was awesome but y'know I blasted a hole in a guy so we're equally as awesome y'know but then he got his leg ripped off and he got shot alo but he didnt die and he was really mysterious looking.......and......and-" Ceana said really fast. "Wait, what? You were fighting crime? You were doing my job?" She asked. "...........uhh,.......Yes?" Ceana answered. "Ceana! I told you, I didnt want you doing my job! I'm doing this, you have to wait! GOSH, You're IMMATURE!" SHe screamed. "I'm freaking 14, Jenny, and I was programmed the same as you! Dont get your metallic panties in a knot!" She fought back. "And how does that mean you get to fight!?" Jenny asked. "BECAUSE IF I DIDNT, that GIRL would've been beaten to death!" Ceana screamed. "WHAT GIRL?" Jenny asked. "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! ?" Ceana screamed, as she flew away. She opened up the screen that can come out of her, that all robots have, to see if she could gain any information on te guy that saved her. This is what the screen said: [glow=red,2,300]"TO GOOGLE PERSON, WHERE YOU CAN GET INFO ON ANY PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD*. FIRST, YOU MUST ENTER INFORMATION YOU KNOW. Enter information here: _______________________________ *Only if person is entered in GHKS (Global Human Knowledge System )"[/glow] She entered "Immortal man trench coat", and this is what came up: "PASSWORD REQUIRED:________________________" "Awww, crap!" She said. She thought really hard. Then she entered in: "TRENCH COAT" "password DENIED" She tried a few more words, but then gave up easily. She flew back home to think harder on this, but for now she needed to recharge. That electrocution took alot out of her battery.
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Post by Jakob on Aug 2, 2009 19:04:40 GMT -4
OOC: Jakob was, for the most part, unscathed. It was a gang leader that had his leg blown off.
Google persons shouldn't exist either. Even if it did, it certainly wouldn't have anything on Jakob.
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IC: Coat and trousers damaged. Hat left at home. He needed to crack down on this Mannequin fellow. What better way than to look for fellow cockroaches.
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