Noah stepped out of the helicopter, a Kama in his hand. He pointed at Fuyu. "You there! You're coming with us." he said, walking over and grabbing Fuyu's arm. "Wait a minute, what's this about?!" Fuyu shouted tearing out of Noah's grip. "No time for questions boy, so you'd better cooperate with us, unless you'd rather have your whole life disappear in front of your eyes."
OOC: Action now, :D BIC: Just as Fuyu went to investigate the scene, something sharp and bloody came hurling at him, spinning so fast he could only see a circle of glinting metal. Fuyu jumped out of the way just in time and grabbed his weapon. That was before his arm got speared by another flying Kama. Fuyu flinched and let go of his weapon, letting his injured arm droop.
OOC: Action coming up soon BIC: Fuyu awoke to the sound of a helicopter coming in to land, but he had never seen one of its type before.
Fuyu was kicked awake by a passing drunkard who could hardly keep his balance. "F*cker..." Fuyu mumbled, slurring horribly.
Fuyu finished his tea in one shot(he was feeling a bit drowsy after that cup, it had been his tenth so far because he was severely dehydrated), and stumbled towards the door, tripping over some bottle that the more drunk people left on the floor after they fell asleep. In this city, Fuyu thought, everything is either peaceful or hellish. I choose peaceful. Fuyu walked out the door and clutched his arms as he made his way through the street, stumbling along the way because his eyes were clouded up from tiredness. Fuyu finally reached the door to his apartment, but the time it took him to walk there had wiped his strength completely and all he could do was grab the handle, push on the door, then turn and slide down the wall and fall asleep.
Fuyu sat three tables away from the bar area, near the stage. It was his usual spot, and everyone thought he enjoyed the music. What it really was was Fuyu dreaming with his eyes open. Ever since the death of his father, Fuyu had been not what one would call a happy person. He was constantly sad and paranoid, and when he wasn't those feelings, he was confused and resentful. Looking behind, him, his tea steaming in his hands, Fuyu saw a peculiar person at the bar. And it wasn't anybody he knew either. Fuyu shook his head and returned his attention to his tea.
I know, but that's the way I see war, without looking at it in real life. Now then, the reason behind this story is because Fuyu is a "key" for something that we don't know yet.
OOC: When you say War, I think five superheros beating the crap out of like ten villains. When you say BATTLE, however, I think five people on a quest to save humanity with constant competition blocking the way. I'll let you figure that one out yourself.
OOC: Right now, my main character, Fuyu, is just being normal and stuff, but he doesn't know two people(my other two characters) have just found his secret files because they need him for a special purpose. Your character is just doing stuff, and it goes that way until Noah and Jonas enter the scene again, when the helicopter lands.
OOC: 'Kay, you can start if you want.(I suck at starting)
OOC: So, you want to start now, or wait?
OOC: One thing to point out before we begin: OC is a made up character used in fanfictions, RPs or books. OOC is used for talking that has nothing to do with the story. I just don't want the two mixed up, that's all.
I KNOW WHAT NOX MEANS! AAAAAHHH!!! O...ooop...oops. My bad. Your in if you can figure out my sudden spas of craziness.
Yeah, thanx, lol.
Good, good. Found a mistake and fixed it. And okay, Kira it is then. Although, Even though I'm a freak for the Light element, I think some people would have some fits about your weapon being allowed to be alien to them. Just saying, my friend Xendane(if you've ever heard of him, he's a member here)has fits about me even making a thread, lol. >.<
You mean Kira and Barandy? Kay, but you still need to make profiles for them. I don't know what they actually look like, just threw names off my head. Here's some info: Barandy's 15, Kira's 18, both have brown hair. You can work it out from there, right?
Story: Noah ran down the road, blond hair whipping him in the face as he did so. He pulled down his goggles. They read that the extraction point was .3 meters from him. Pulling his goggles back up to his forehead, Noah quietly told himself that he did what was necessary, and that was all that mattered. It would be over soon. Not soon enough, as apparently a gunshot entered him through the right shoulder, shattering his arm completely off. Noah cursed as loud as he could as he got up and ran. "Forget the information files, I can't go back there and get it!" he screamed into his mike as Jonas, his partner in the whole mess, yelled out qorried questions. "Don't worry, I have the boy's information. The name... I can't read it! What a load of b*llsh*t I got myself into!" Noah was looking at the profile sheet of a boy named Fuyu. Oc Form: Taken Characters: Fuyu: MaxStrider Noah: MaxStrider Jonas: MaxStrider Takemi: (Takemi's a boy) Kira: (Kira's a girl) Barandy: (Also a girl) Sia: Sanada: Chyoske: Ren: Name: Fuyu(Means winter) Age: 15 Gender: Male Weapon: Sun Staff Outfit: Wears a brown Yukata over a pair of blue jeans and brown sandals Appearance: Orange neck length hair, ice blue eyes, about 4'5", rather short for fifteen. Attitude: Shy and rather naive. Name: Noah Age: 24 Gender: Male Weapon: Any type of mechanical weapon Outfit: He wears a pair of goggles, they also act as special ops. binoculars. Wears all black and carries a Kama scythe on a chain. Appearance: Blond shoulder length hair, bright green eyes, and rather blunt and aggressive. 5'8". Name: Jonas Age: 19 Gender: Male Weapon: A wooden staff Outfit: Red shirt, blue jeans, blue sandals Appearance: Green neck shoulder length hair(Ironic, isn't it?), black eyes, 5'4". Attitude: Like a normal human being would be, with the exception of a small anger problem. PLEASE DO NOT PM ME YOUR PROFILES. I don't exceptionally mind anybody who jumps in and makes a profile halfway through the story, I do that myself sometimes. On rare occasions. RULES: Do not curse without little *s to mark the word out. Keep fighting to a minimum until a part where fighting is important comes up. Weapons may not be any more dangerous than a nuclear warhead, and may not be alien. Characters must have a written appearance or a picture. Characters may not exceed the age limit of 30. Characters may not wear skimpy outfits(Thongs, short short shorts, miniskirts up to thighs, bikini tops, you get the idea) Have fun.
