NSWRPF Archive The Chosen

I'll have a concrete update by Sunday, my grandfather on my dad's side passed away this week and we've been scrambling to make it to the funeral. So I'll probably have very little access to the net tomorrow through Saturday. I hope this doesn't diminish interest in the game.


Thank you all who have joined and posted, and I'll see you definitely by Sunday.

~*!~-~SHUT YOUR EVIL, EVIL PIE-HOLE~-~!*~

 

Okay, back home and well rested.

Detroit, Michigan

The man, who had obviously been distraught just a moment earlier, straightened up. His body now took on a look of someone prepared for what was to come, his face showing nothing but confidence.

"I was wondering when you'd get a little serious." the man said to Trent. "Now let's have some fun, eh?" With that, the man threw his arms into the air, the metal dumpsters splitting apart, garbage falling everywhere, as he constructed a large fence behind Trent and himself. The metal fence sealed off their alley from the rest of the world.

With the cover now in place, the man's face began to contort as it stretched out in front of him. Soon, the skin of his face began to rip, revealing a long sharp object peeling the human skin from its body. As the skin was ripped, the thing inside began to grow to twice Trent's size. Both of the creatures arms ended in long spikes, his back arched, its head large with a long jaw containing several spiked teeth. It's large red eyes glared a Trent. "Oh yeah, I think I'll have lots of fun with you." the creature said as a piece of metal fire escape ladder flew off of one of the buildings towards Trent.

TAG: Reynar_Tedros

Mental Institution, Central Texas

"Where is Dr. Johnson?" The man asked Dr. Fry.

Fry could sense the man was becoming agitated, he could sense the anger welling up inside of him. So Fry began generating a gas intended to calm the inmates anger. Yes, calm the man he knew to be wholly dangerous when made angry. Calm his target into submission.

"Dr. Johnson won't be seeing you anymore." Fry said with an evil smile, pouring out the invisible sleeping toxin.

TAG: I_Misery

Las Vegas, Nevada

?It?s definitely an interesting proposition, but I?ll have to ask who is calling and why she'd like to meet with me." Dennis asked the woman on the phone.

"Oh, I'm an interested sponsor. My name is Linda Danvers" she made up the name, who'd want to call themselves that anyway. "I'm the owner of a Casino currently being built. I think sponsoring you would be something that would really put our hotel on the map, so to speak. So, would you meet with me?"

TAG: ClarkWayne

Kansas City, Missouri

The man sat down nervously. "Now, I don't know what help this may be...but a couple weeks ago I was visiting family in Abilene, Texas. This was around the same day as the spontaneous combustion case. Well, we were at a local high school football game, watching the game when we noticed one of the cheerleaders throw her hands to the air in a cheer. She was the only one with her hands in the air at the time, the others were doing other parts of the routine. When she threw her hands to the air, the sky suddenly became black with darkness. The sun was almost completly blocked out. And when she dropped her hands, the sky returned to normal. I...I don't know if it is connected to the case you're currently working on, I just thought it was a little too coincidental is all. Y'know?" the man shivered. "Makes me almost think the end times are near."

TAG: Rayson

Dallas, Texas

The being was on the boy's roof. The creature camoflauging in with the tile as it continued to work on the boy's mind.

Good, little piggy. Now, see if you can't find the big bad wolf. Don't stop looking, I'm out there. You just have to find me before I eat you. the voice in Josh's mind laughed hysterically at its own antics.

It lay in wait, hoping for a fight, but readying its appetite for an easy meal if the boy proved to be less than it imagined.

TAG:Nethrin

Small Town, Utah

"Hello. I'd like to speak to you about being one them." The salesman said to Lynne before an invisible force knocked her back from the door and to the floor. The salesman's face contorted, even though the rest of his body remained vaguely human, to reveal a demonic yellow face with fin like ears and scaley skin. His teeth were sharp and spaced f

 

IC: Trent Anderson
Alleyway; Detroit, Michigan

Trent rounded the corner of the alleyway just as the seemingly psychotic man straightened up with confidence painted across his gruff visage.

"I was wondering when you'd get a little serious," he said to Trent. "Now let's have some fun, eh?" With that, the man threw his arms into the air, the metal dumpsters splitting apart, garbage falling everywhere, as he constructed a large fence behind Trent and himself. The metal fence sealed off their alley from the rest of the world.

As if that weren't enough, the man's face began to contort as it stretched out in front of him. Soon, the skin of his face began to rip, revealing a long sharp object peeling the human skin from its body. As the skin was ripped, the thing inside began to grow to twice Trent's size. Both of the creatures arms ended in long spikes, his back arched, its head large with a long jaw containing several spiked teeth. It's large red eyes glared a Trent. "Oh yeah, I think I'll have lots of fun with you." Just then, a piece of a metal fire escape ladder flew off of one of the buildings towards Trent.

Trent's jaw had dropped a bit as he saw the creature take form, and by the time he noticed the ladder being hurled toward him, most likely by the creature's mind, it was too late. He was able to encase his entire body in metal before the ladder slammed into his face, knocking him back a bit to where he almost fell, but was able to retain his composure. The pain was mild thanks to his metal face, for had his body been normal, he wouldn't have been in as good a shape as he was now. He pictured lying flat on his back with a crooked nose, blood oozing from pretty much everywhere on his face with his life being slowly sucked out of his body. Then he reverted back to reality, where not a scratch made way to his skin. It couldn't, anyway. Metal doesn't bleed.

"Damn," Trent said. "This was turning out to be a pretty good day." He then bent down to pick up the ladder that had just hit his face, and noticed a crease in its surface, no doubt where the contact was made. He straightened up, looked at the ladder as he bounced it up and down in his hand a couple times, then hurled it at the beast. A very large... ugly son of a beast.

Tag: BSSL

 

Dave Chaulms
Kansas City

Dave looked at the man like he was crazy for a moment, and then sat back deep in thought, contemplating the connection between the two occurences. Whatever connection there could be, it was slight. However, there had to be more of a reason for this mans coming here, and Chaulms certainly wasn't done with him.

The inspector leaned forward, looking into the mans eyes, "Why else are you here?"

Tag: BS_SL

 

Xyience Training Center, Las Vegas, Nevada

"Oh, I'm an interested sponsor. My name is Linda Danvers. I'm the owner of a Casino currently being built. I think sponsoring you would be something that would really put our hotel on the map, so to speak. So, would you meet with me?"

Dennis Collins paused on the line for a moment. An interesting proposition indeed. Devoid of sufficient sponsorship his professional fighter career would end long before it had the chance to gain steam and with his manager in Brazil for the foreseeable future it would be up to Dennis himself to secure an adequate amount of funds.

Flashing his trademark lopsided grin at nothing in particular Dennis responded. ?I?d definitely like to meet. Name the time and place.?

TAG: BS-SL

 

IC:Tara and Isabel

Tara held Isabel's hand tightly as a boy appeared out of no where. About two feet behind her a light blub exploded in a street lamp. "Explain." Isabel said shortly in a Britsih accent .

Then,before the boy could speak,Isabel picked up Tara and held her tightly to her side. The unspoken message was quite clear,you can talk but try to hurt her and all Hell is going to break lose on your life.

Tara simply took it as a kind move and layed her head on Isabel's shoulder. Her big blue eyes turned to the boy in a bright white shirt and she locked her gaze onto him.

TAG-BS-SL

 

Amon couldnt do anything, the Straight jaket was much to tight to wiggle his way free. Amon could only give in, and he did so. Amon sat there helplessly watching the man taking his hand off of the knob for the gas.

"What do you want with me?"

Amon knew Dr.Fry wanted something to do with amon, normally, the subsitute doctors wouldnt turn the calming gas on this early.

 

OOC: I_Misery, sorry I didn't make this clearer but Fry's body is producing the calming gas. So your character doesn't even know what's happening, why he's suddenly getting calmer.

~*!~-~SHUT YOUR EVIL, EVIL PIE-HOLE~-~!*~

 

No worries!

Amon didnt know what was wrong with him, he suddenly fell into the arms of apathy. His body, Comfotably Numb, he was adrift and and at peace. Amon felt more calm than ever before, but something was wrong, he could sence it. Something inside of him was telling him not to give in, but he ignored that voice inside his head. Amon managed to ask the man a question.

"This isnt apart of my noramlly therapy sessions, what is it that you want out of me?"

Tag: BSSL

 

Lynne Hadlock - Small town in Utah
OOC: the actual town name is Payson, but we can just call it small town.
IC:

"Hello. I'd like to speak to you about being one them." The salesman said. Before she could wonder what he meant by that, an invisible force knocked Lynne back from the door and to the floor. The salesman's face contorted, even though the rest of his body remained vaguely human, to reveal a demonic yellow face with fin like ears and scaley skin. His teeth were sharp and spaced farther than those of a human. His tongue forked and sniffing the air. Lynne couldn't help but scream out in alarm.

"Y'see, my kind can't let your kind live long or it could be bothersome to us." he smiled, his grotesque fangs bared to the woman in front of him, his thin lips not keeping the green saliva from dripping down his chin. "Nothing personal, of course."

"Damian!" she called out. "Attack!"

A black labrador came charging in the front room from the hallway, teeth bared. The dog charged at the 'salesman', ready and willing to bite anything he could get his teeth around. Lynne backed up into the kitchen and got to her feet. In the large kitchen window were several plants that were not potted in soil, but in jars of water. Lynne didn't know what this creature at her door was, but she was forming a plan of how to deal with him. She saw her cat, Smokey nearby and spoke to her without speaking in the new way she'd discovered she could do with her. The cat ran into the front room and on top of the large entertainment center and waited.

tag - BS_SL

 

IC: Josh
Dallas, TX

Good, little piggy. Now, see if you can't find the big bad wolf. Don't stop looking, I'm out there. You just have to find me before I eat you.

The voice continued to talk to him, making fun of him, tawnting him. Josh stepped out the door and took a few steps down the driveway. He looked around and saw.... nothing.

It must be all in my head. But I dont think I'm insane. But do insane people ever think they are? No, they don't. His mind raced. He walked back inside the house and colapsed on the floor. He grabbed his head with his hands and curled up on the floor.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" He screemed out, as loud as he could. A blueish-grey bubble surounded him and started to grow. The bubble grew until it pressed against the walls and the ceiling.

"GET OUT!" He yelled once more and the bubble pressed harder into the walls and ceiling. One of the walls gave way from the pressure and crumbled. Cracks raced along the ceiling and finaly it gave way as well.

Josh looked up as he heard the sound from above him, "Crap" he said and the bubble faded. He looked over at the walls and saw them failing. He looked up and chunks of the ceiling were falling down.

"Stupid powers, gotta control them." He said as he backed out of the room. He threw his hands up as a large chunk of the ceiling fell down towards him.

TAG: BS_SL

 

IC as Judah

In what seemed like the blinking of an eye the older man was before him and sitting at the seat he had been making for.

How is that possible!? his mind screamed.

Judah looked uncomfortable, "I thought I was the only one with that kind of power..."

TAG: DUBYA

 

OOC: Im going to Dallas this evening and wont be coming back until about sunday or so. I might be able to get online, Im not 100 % sure.

 

OOC: Im back from dallas, but no one posted anything in two days... Does anyone know where BSSL is?

 

So are we still going to do this or what? School starts for me tomorrow so I'll be on for a limited time.

 

OOC: Sorry for the late post. My compputer won't load the site for some reason. So i'm using a library computer, (which stinks).

IC: Reven

Just another day at school for Reven Abeus. Second period was almost over and the teacher was continuing to drone on and on, making it hard for anyone in the class to really pay attention. Suddenly, a wad of paper flew over to Reven's desk.

"Hey, Reven. Reven, man. Pfft." one of his friends called to him.

"You two." The teacher stopped talking, then pointed to Reven and his friend. "You're both to stay after class before heading to lunch." he stated, before continuing with his instruction.

Reven sighed, and paid attention to the lesson. Well he tried to, it was a boring lesson and now he was interested in what his friend had to say. Well he'd have to wait until after class now. Sometimes he wished his friends were a little more secretive.

With his new powers, he could hear his friend muttering angerily at the teacher. Apperantly it was important because his friend tried to talk to him again. Sighing to himself, he took out a sheet of paperand wrote: What is it?.

He calmly slid it over to the next desk. He passed it on to the next person, who passed it on until it got to his friend. His friend read the note and scribbled something quickly. After passing the note across the room again Reven got the note. It read: I have something important to tell you but it's a secret. Reven noticed his friend forgot to put a period on the end of his sentance.

He wrote back and it was passed across the classroom again, it was really started to get comical. The note read: Tell me at lunch or in study hall, when there's less people around. He remembered to puncuate correctly in his note back.

After that class was pretty much its normal boring self. He'd got a talking to by the teacher at the end of class, about talkign when he should have been paying attention. Reven shrugged it off and left the classroom to get to his next class.

~!Time Skip!~

Reven raced out of the classroom as the bell rang. It was lunch time and he'd get to hear about his friends secret. His wouldn't be as cool as Reven's but it was still a secret.

Tag:GM

 

OOC: Twiddling thumbs. Trying to wait patiently for a reply.

 

OOC: Up! BSSL?