forum For the Old Timey Rpers(Closed)

Started August 01, 2019 by @GameMaster group

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Ariene took a step closer to him, standing sentry by his side as her bright yellow armor spread over her large figure. "Ariene."

“Yes, I’m sure that’s what I said.” He attempted to stand up and fell out of his chair. “You saw nothing,” Alexander said menacingly. He stood up straight and brushed himself off. Patting her on the shoulder, he continued monologuing. “You will accompany me to the capital for there are quite a few people there who wish me harm. I’d rather not mess up my beautiful face so please, be smart about it. Carry a sword, a spear, I don’t much care, but guns are my thing.”

"Ooh! I do need to buy some ingredients…" Tomas muttered to himself, taking a deep breath. "Yo, Alexander, I need to go with to pick up some supplies." He yelled down the halls, running to where they were. "I also want to blow a building up."

Ariene shook her head politely. "I don't need any of that. But I'm going to accompany you."

Once Evangeline had her supplies ready, she went to where the others were, following the voices. “I’m going too,” she announced, medical kit in a satchel. She wanted to see the city, and she didn’t know what kind of trouble these guys would get themselves into.

“Your funeral.” Alexander shoved some stuff from the desk into a pouch. He heard someone yell something down the hall. “Yes, you can get supplies. If you need to blow stuff meet us in the capital after you go shopping. They’ll be plenty to blow up and I don’t think anyone will notice.”

"Coolio!" Tomas yelled, he would just steal some money off a rich dude or whatever, no use bringing any coins

Evangeline rolled her eyes. She knew how to get around. Though she did keep in mind to be careful, which may or may not make much of a difference. Truth be told, Alexander got on her nerves a bit, but being part of his crew was too fascinating to pass up. If worst came to worst, she could use magic to teleport back to the ship. It would probably drain her, but it was better than something bad happening to her. After all, Evangeline was tougher than she looked.

Alexander perked up. “I can hear someone rolling their eyes. That’s exciting.” With a rumble, the ship landed and the crew stood on the deck looking over the lovely city just waiting to be destroyed. “Glad to know many of you have a death wish. You’ll need it.” He swaggered down the ramp, almost tripping multiple times.

Evangeline raised an eyebrow, turning to the others. “Well, this should be interesting,” she said. “If any of you have a medical emergency, just say my name, which is Evangeline. And you don’t have to say it loudly, I’ll hear you.” She got that ability from her mother, who was summoned by saying her name. She couldn’t be summoned that way, but she’d be able to tell who said it and where so she could get there quickly, which was close enough. “See you later and try not to die, please.” Then she walked off down the ramp.

“Actually Angela I could use a bandaid right about now,” Alexander pouted. She rightfully ignored him and he hopped up. “Okay gang. We’ll have to catch a trolley if all of us plan to make it to the capital in time. I’ll parley with the governor and all but the bodyguard will stand outside. I’d rather not have you all blown to bits on your first day so try not to get into any altercations.” He whistled shrilly and a large trolley, seemingly made solely of recycled metal pipes, stopped at the curb. Beckoning the rest on board, he whispered something in the drivers ear and handed him a few coins. “To the Capital!”

A record was currently playing a soft tune; a gentle opera. The record spun upon its table as it played the music in the room. This particular room seemed to be vacant, except for the vitals of any living quarters, though the strangest object in the room was a very large tub. Inside the tub, was of course water. It seemed silent, until the voice suddenly echoed throughout the giant ship. It was silent, then the once still water started to stir. A head suddenly emerged from the water, belonging to what appeared to be a male.
Slender arms soon also followed out of the water, coming to rest on either side of the giant tub. A long, finned tail suddenly also emerged from the water, coming to flop over the side. A few black scales seemed to surround his shoulders, the same color as the tail that was currently hanging over the edge. The male moved one of his hands, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Goddamn't…damn idiot always has to go and disturb my quiet."
His hand moved to the side, grabbing a nearby towel that was hanging upon the back of a chair. He stepped out of the tub, wrapping the towel around his waist. The male then moved off to the side, grabbing a folded shirt and pants. He tossed the clothes onto the bed, finishing drying off his body with the towel, then getting fully dressed. The young man pulled the shirt over his head, appearing to be human for the most part. Though, that could all change in a heartbeat if the situation called for it, however, that was unnecessary aboard the ship.
He walked over to the record table, stopping the music he had been listening to. The male moved the large record from its place on the table, then returning it to its protective sleeve, putting it away with several other records beneath. A low grumble drew his attention, causing him to glance down towards his stomach.
"What? Hungry already?"
As if to answer, his stomach gurgled even louder. The male sighed, moving a hand to rub his temples. He muttered something under his breath, though returned his hand to his side, heading towards the door, and then out into the hall. He glanced around, eyes glowing slightly, pupils narrowing slightly into slits, alert. The male opened his jaws slightly, allowing the different scents to flood his senses. He sorted each one out, till coming to the main one; the one to the kitchen.
His footsteps echoed on the floor as he walked towards the direction the scent was coming from. Well, it was a guess really. He was just going off of all the scents of different herbs, meats, and edible vegetation. The male's eyes flickered to the side, having taken note that the captain must've already headed down and out while the remaining members staid aboard. He heard the voice, something about destroying and blowing shit up, not that he really cared. He was content to remain away from all the ruckus, but if perhaps a challenge was ensued, he'd join in, but until then, it was not interesting for him.
Ah, there was the place he was looking for. His hand moved, resting upon the handle, moving it to reveal a large kitchen. His gaze shifted back and forth, the scents of cooking fat, fresh produce, and strong herbs for seasoning flooding his senses.
"Now then…where's the fish…"

Pennsylvania stayed pretty silent through this whole debacle. She hopped off the metal trolley, and checked her large satchel. Not too much to trade today, just some knickknacks and whirliwinds made out of materials more valuable than the usual. She usually didn't take kindly to people like Captain Alexander, but she could deal with it. "Anyone coming with me to the trading area or am I alone?"

"I'll come, the underground market is pretty close to the main one." Tomas said, almost appearing behind Pennsylvania. "Ooh, I could get some booze!"

Evangeline wandered around the city, trying not to look like she had just arrived there. Angela! Was Alexander ever going to get her name right? She wondered if he was messing it up on purpose now. Evangeline shook it off, and continued walking. She wasn’t interested as buying or blowing anything up so much as exploring and seeing what the city had to offer. She wished Adrien could see this. Her little brother had never been much for travel, but loved to paint beautiful scenery nonetheless.

(What kind of currency is used in this rp, trading or coins? If coins, what are they worth in modern day?)

(It depends on the place the ship stops but most commonly small bronze coins worth about $10 apiece)

The metal trolley took the few going up to the capital through many winding roads. Most were silent but occasionally someone on the street would glare at Alexander and he would wave perkily. Finally, the trolley reached the top of the hill and came to a screeching stop in front of a government building of some sort. He was of course the first to get off and he skipped over to the guards at the door muttering something to them. He turned back to the crew members on the trolley. “Get a move on! The governor doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” As they entered, the guards completely ignored them and the captain marched through the halls, stopping frequently to tell an embarrassing story about the people in portraits on the walls. He stopped at a round wooden door and smiled brightly. “Any questions my dear crew?”

Pennsylvania sighed and turned to Tomas. "Fine. I'll cut you off if I think it's too much. We'll head down to trade after this little adventure with the captain." She shook her head at Alexander, waiting for what is to come.

"Don't worry Penn, I can't get drunk." He nodded, smiling. You could see a few explosives and bottles of flamable liquids peeking out of his open bag and… Is that a bottle of blood?

"Well then, I'll take your word for it, Tomas." Pennsylvania let her thoughts wander about this strange new place. What the people were like, what the food was like. She'd have to ask Evangeline after this.

Avery groaned at the instructions that came over the intercom and grumbled to herself as she started making food for the whole crew. Although cooking was her passion, it got a little annoying being forced to stay in there.

The metal trolley took the few going up to the capital through many winding roads. Most were silent but occasionally someone on the street would glare at Alexander and he would wave perkily. Finally, the trolley reached the top of the hill and came to a screeching stop in front of a government building of some sort. He was of course the first to get off and he skipped over to the guards at the door muttering something to them. He turned back to the crew members on the trolley. “Get a move on! The governor doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” As they entered, the guards completely ignored them and the captain marched through the halls, stopping frequently to tell an embarrassing story about the people in portraits on the walls. He stopped at a round wooden door and smiled brightly. “Any questions my dear crew?”

"Where are we going from here?" Ariene asked, the armor on her fists growing by a couple inches.

Sorry I never posted this
Name: Crimson (Crim) Woodfallow
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality(if the need arises): Bi
Species: Half Shapeshifter half human
Appearance(Link is fine): Brown hair that is cut short, it is mostly straight but could look wavy at times. Grayish silver eyes. Pale skin with a slight tan at times. Skinny, athletic body, 5'6. Wears black armor that isn't really big and is easy to move it. Carries several daggers on her at all times. Always wears a cloak with the hood up and sometimes a mask over her nose and mouth so you could only see her eyes.
Personality: Quite, Observant, intelligent, sarcastic, bold at times but mostly thinks stuff out first. Neither introverted nor extroverted. Her quietness isn't because of any shyness.
Role on the Ship: Fighter
Background: Grew up on the streets having been abandoned when she was 8. Got taken in by some ex assassins after they noticed her. She was trained by them then left them when she was 16. She spent years learning more fighting skills and training where she could. When she became 18 she decided she was done learning and found the group/crew she now works with.
Likes: Darkness, chocolate, cats, stories
Dislikes: Ignorance, some people, swimming
Skills: Swordsmanship, gymnastics of a sort, fighting
Other: has several scars on her body.