Right, decided to make Poke a traveler(hope that's alright). And I think I might know where Poke's going to go to.
Username: jackdaniel0 Name: Poke/Blade Age: 14 Status: Villager Allegiance: Lazinth Appearance: This is his waist-up. From the waist-down, he wears dark-blue jeans and white-black shoes. Occupation: Traveler Ranking:Peasantpfft Weapon: Two swords with their own sheathes(hanging from Poke's sides on his pant loop things). Swords can be combined to make a double-edged sword. Personality: A fun-lover that doesn't get in to politics that much. Poke takes pleasure in making people happy, and he's ready to help anyone at need. Unfortunately, Poke has personality disorder. Only one extra personality, though...a very violent one. Blade is what ‘other Poke' likes to be called Blade is pretty much the opposite of Poke. He likes to do things alone, and he seldom asks for help. He's violent and tends to cause violence whenever he's unleashed. Fortunately, Blade has been dormant for quite a while, although Poke gets the feeling he may arise again soon. Can I get a quick summary of everything that happened so far?
You ever get the feeling that something's wrong with you when attempting to be social? That's how Poke felt when Grace ran off, even though she wished him the best of luck. He sighed, and shrugged. "Deja vu, some things never change..." Deciding to take Grace's advice, he ran off, taking one of the branched tunnels. He instantly regretted taking the tunnel(not knowing that all were suppose to be like this). "Oh, god damnit!" He kicked the wall, and surprisingly, the sound it made was pretty...hollow. That must have meant there was a room behind. Suddenly, the door opened by itself, revealing the room full of weapons. "Holy..." Apparently, all the other doors opened at the same time, since Poke had seen others walk in. He went towards the center and looked up at the hole. Blinded by sunlight, he quickly stepped away and shook the lights out of his eyes. "Bad idea..." He looked around once more, mesmerized. 'These are Abelard weapons!!" "Abelard?" He repeated. Wasn't Abelard Celeste's last name? That meant that all of these were created by Celeste's family. "Wow, pretty impressive..." He watched her take one of the weapons, and decided to find one for himself. He browsed through the weapons, finding it rather hard. "Nope, not that one, not that one, not th--The hell's that?" He saw a sword--actually, not a sword. It was like the handle of a sword, but instead of one, there were two blades sticking out of it. It reminded him of some movie he used to watch. Strangely, there were two brown scabbards hanging next to the strange sword, decorated with many jewels and seemingly made out of some type of metal. "Wow, your family's really amazing, Celeste." He first took the two scabbards and looked at them, seeing a hook with a button on each one. He pressed the buttons, and parts of the hooks moved back in to itself. He placed them on to the loops on his pants at his sides. He took the weapon, holding it with both his hands. He gave it a twirl, and saw that it was nearly his height. "Whoa, pretty dangerous...I like it." He noticed a black line in the middle. He touched it, and realized it wasn't a line, it was a crack. He put the pieces together(no pun intended)and realized why there were two sheathes. He gently pulled the two swords. Nope. He pulled harder. Still nothing. This time, he twisted both sections in opposite directions, which worked. Then, he pulled, and what was once a two-bladed sword was now individual swords. "Now this is awesome!" He placed his swords in to his scabbards, and looked around to see what weapons that the others had retrieved.
Right, as I said, I give consent. The idea seems pretty good and unique, giving some backstory on the characters in a roleplay. As for guest writing, IsuckatitpleasenoI'd be happy to.
Going to edit this as soon as I get back on 'cause I gotta leave soon I don't mind at all, it sounds like a great idea Edit:Made a new post instead
He was still running and jumping, roof from roof. Although he made some distance, the smoke was still quite far away. He didn't want to waste energy speeding himself up, he might need it in battle. Good thing that he still had his ear piece on, that way he'd know help was on the way, and that he didn't have to worry. His earpiece was similar in structure to a codec from Metal Gear. He heard the trademark 'Ring, ring!' from the games, and quickly pressed his finger to his ear to enable his voice to carry through. When he heard Runner and Shadow, he smiled. "Hey, you two! Haven't heard your voices for a bit." It was unfortunate he wasn't at HQ to reunite with the others, but oh well, business was business, no matter how procrastinating it seemed. "So, Runner's two miles away, and Shadows only a few blocks. What's the danger, anyway? Leave some for me, then again I might be making a late entrance. Can't even see the thing."
"GOT IT!" He finally managed to force the elevator doors open. He turned back to tell everyone, but all he saw was a boulder headed his way. "WHOA!" He ducked just in time. A moment too soon and he would've been hit. Looking back, he saw the boulder explode and destroy the elevator. "OH C'MON!" He looked at everyone else, and noticed some where running the opposite direction. "God damnit, no choice now." He ran off in the direction, but he saw someone shove someone else out of his way, then that person ran off. He ran towards the girl(Grace), and asked, "You alright? What happened there?"
NOW YOU FLIP THE NUMBERS I JUTS REALIZED DINKLEBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERG
Well, that was just BLOODY brilliant. First, a detour to the underground floor. Then, the president gets attacked. And then, everyone in the building was in danger, including them. Not exactly a normal day for him. But wait, there was more! Turns out that Nadine and some others were evil, and they knocked some heads in as Poke had to watch, not able to do anything! This day couldn't possibly get any worse. Immediately, Poke regretted saying that, because it always got worse. But not this time. '"Tiuj de malluma koroj, vidi nur lumo. Run now, children!" Turns out that it just got better for them. He looked around, trying to find the source of the noise, but he realized it came from him. Or his head, to be more specific. He glanced at Nadine and three others. Something seemed different about them. No time for messing around. Always obey strange voices coming from your head. "Time to go, guys!" He ran towards the elevator and tried to open it. No dice. He gave it a kick. Well, that hurt a lot. He looked back at the four adults. "I don't know about you guys, but I'd rather take the elevator than go further in to this place. Please tell me someone here can open this damn door." Poke didn't have the power to do it, and even if he did, it'd probably leave him in great fatigue. How would he be useful if he was tired?
MUWAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAA this was my fualt AHAHAHHHHAHAHA
Is anything else going to happen?
Ping, ping, ping, ping. He continued hacking away at his new sword with his hammer. A catchy tune, really, with the cackling fire. Ping, fwoosh, ping, fwoosh. He smirked to himself as he hammered away. There was a bar that filled with green hovering above the weapon. After a while, when the bar was completely filled, he put the sword in to the fire, took it out, and dipped it in to a bucket full of water. When he pulled it out, it was brand new. "Alright!" After he pulled out a menu, then went in to his weapons menu, another sword appeared. It looked just like any old sword someone would think of, but this was one of Poke's oldest swords. He grabbed both, then put the handles together. They fit perfectly. He stood up, and started spinning the swords. "Time for a test run..." With that , he left his shop, flipping the sign to closed, and went off to the fields.
Are we allowed to prank the staff
I like my eye, it's like ninjas with blue eyes staring at you upside down
DINKLEBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERG!
There are kids here.... SHHHHHH...
gonna puke no im jkl oh great somach pains
Name: Poke/Blade Gender: M Age: 14 Weapons: Gaia magic, and detachable double-ended sword that he keeps in criss-cross sheathes on his back. Appearance: Blue eyes, 5'8' tall, wears red hooded zipper coat and black t-shirt. Nationality: Seraphim Personality: Has split personality disorder. There's his fun-loving side, and his violent side. Poke, the dominant personality, is thankfully a fun lover that likes to(try)see the brighter side of life. He tries not to think of his gruesome past, and he likes to make other people happy. Blade, however, isn't someone you want to make angry. He's like a hulk. Get Poke angry enough and he'll switch to Blade, although Blade can force himself out when he wants to. He's violent and likes to see others in pain, pretty much the opposite of Poke. Although Blade will be pretty rude, he won't attack any friends made by either him or Poke. Both Poke and Blade can talk with each other subconsciously. Bio: After he lost his parents in battle, Poke grew up as a child soldier. He hated it, but he was forced to under threat of death. Many gruesome things he witnessed and done eventually created his 'Blade' persona.
Pretty convenient that Enerjak was already outside, eh? He was far from the danger zone, but he was still out in the city. Good, right? If Enerjak knew about the hazard, then it would be good, since he'd had taken it more seriously and hurried up. But unfortunately, Enerjak couldn't go back to HQ yesterday because he ran in to some...let's say difficulties involving the life of a teenage hero with a ridiculous costume. And because of that, he wasn't present at the short briefing that happened just a few moments ago. Enerjak had just woken up on a roof. First thing he saw;Blue. Then white blobs. And then he realized; Oooh...Sky and clouds...Getting up now. Getting up, he rubbed his eyes, yawned, then did some stretches. He looked around, then remembered the events of last night which would be kept only to him and those involved. He groaned, covering his face with his hand. Well, at least he was left alone, no one to bother him-- Nope, someone--something just bothered him. He thought he had seen something in the corner of his eye. Turning to look, he thought he could see smoke in the distance. It seemed pretty far, and it could've just been a trick of his eye, but Enerjak knew better. He sighed, and yawned once more. "Not even breakfast, and already there could be trouble...Oh well~" He smiled. Disturbing the peace was a sure way to get Enerjak's attention. Getting in to a running position, he took a couple of deep breaths, then he started jogging. He broke in to a run, then a sprint(noticeably faster than regular humans). He jumped off the roof, landed on the roof of another building that was across the street, and would continue this pattern until he reached the place where the smoke was coming from. (Hopefully that was a legit intro post)
Yeaaaaaaaaaah I saw...
