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09-13-2007, 11:47 AM
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Darker Than Black
Another Contractor
I'll summarize the plot and objective of the RP to make it simple to understand.
Behind the Plot...
- About 10 years ago, a mysterious area known as the "Hell's Gate" unleashed itself upon the northern districts of Tokyo, Japan. Although the area was blocked from civilization, human beings with powers and lack of emotion, the Contractors and Dolls, and Pokemon with mutated genetics, the Survivors, appeared along with the Hell's Gate. Now in a world with corruption and chaos, Syndicates that hone their Contractors, Dolls, and Survivors to battle against others of their kind in a war for information and intelligence.
Objective
- The objective in this RP is similar to a decision killing. As you know or should know, there are a group of Moderators for this RP. When a battle occurs between two or more Contractors/ and/or Dolls/ and/or Survivors, there is bound to be a fatality somewhere around the corner. A meeting will be held on AIM/MSN (Most likely AIM), consisting of the Moderators, those involved in the fight, and of course, me. The meeting will be held to discuss who dies in the battle, depending on the battle, of course.
Simple enough, yes? More details will be provided when inside a meeting, if you can't already think deep into it.
IMPORTANT
To view the Sign Up thread, which contains most of detailed information, visit this link (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showthread.php?t=61547)(Clicky!).
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OOC: Time to get this going. >:3
" I honestly thought you weren't coming."
"Why's that?", I asked solemnly.
"Don't ask questions you already the know answer to.", the woman said, turning around, and heading down the path.
I am Wing, Contractor to Messier Code CR682, my powers described by simpletons to be "windy" of the sorts. Those same simpletons are those from this girl's Syndicate, which is unknown to me. My mission? To recover a package that the girl's Syndicate ships to ours to ensure a strong affiliation between us. As the girl honestly did not think I was coming, I did not think she was either. These days, good Syndicates that aren't too obvious are rare. Quite so often, you see one Syndicate announce that they're giving information packages to us. When our operatives get to the designated transition area, it was just an ambush by Contractors.
The ABI isn't as honest to its words as some Syndicates are, but that's what makes a Syndicate. The capability of divide and conquer, living up to their titles.
"Well? Come along. The package is around here- somewhere.", she hollered, mumbling the last part.
I put my mask on to be cautious about what I do. I tapped onto a little radio wire snapped onto to my ear, which was becoming of an annoyance.
"Should I kill her yet?", I asked home base, once the girl was out of sight.
"Don't be foolish. Continue the operation.", my commander told me.
And so I turned off the radio, only to let fate do the rest for me. As I followed the girl, I had an eerie sense that the path she brought us through began to get darker and darker, closing in on us. A mind trick? Hard to believe. The paths did not phase me, but indeed the girl did. Her purplish black hair dye was fading and fading into the darkness, and her clothing, similar to my choice of tints, faded along with her. She was not too pale either.
"We're here."
We stopped at a dead end. I knew it. Her body outline emitted a familiar blue aura that shined noticeably when thick in the dead of the night.
"Contractor!", I yelled angrily, running up the walls, and kicking my way up into the park.
The powers of the female Contractor were not evident, But I sensed a disruption like element in use. The space.
Tapping the radio, I yelled out in my haste, "Which stare is vibrating?!"
"UA519. Powers are evidently Field Space Hyper Disruption."
I took out the grappling hook wire and attached the grappling hook.
"Which way should we direct the mission? Should we strike the Contractor or fall back?", I asked calmly.
"So it's a failure, huh? Fall back. No use in harming a useless Contractor."
And so, I shot the grappling hook onto a close by building, getting out of this mess. I got a taste of how females reacted as Contractors. Not too fun. The ABI sure will be disappointed that they have another mission failure.
"....I'm hungry....", I whimpered, and headed towards a Supermarket.
OOC: The Contractor is just an NPC!! x3
Darker Than Black
Another Contractor
I'll summarize the plot and objective of the RP to make it simple to understand.
Behind the Plot...
- About 10 years ago, a mysterious area known as the "Hell's Gate" unleashed itself upon the northern districts of Tokyo, Japan. Although the area was blocked from civilization, human beings with powers and lack of emotion, the Contractors and Dolls, and Pokemon with mutated genetics, the Survivors, appeared along with the Hell's Gate. Now in a world with corruption and chaos, Syndicates that hone their Contractors, Dolls, and Survivors to battle against others of their kind in a war for information and intelligence.
Objective
- The objective in this RP is similar to a decision killing. As you know or should know, there are a group of Moderators for this RP. When a battle occurs between two or more Contractors/ and/or Dolls/ and/or Survivors, there is bound to be a fatality somewhere around the corner. A meeting will be held on AIM/MSN (Most likely AIM), consisting of the Moderators, those involved in the fight, and of course, me. The meeting will be held to discuss who dies in the battle, depending on the battle, of course.
Simple enough, yes? More details will be provided when inside a meeting, if you can't already think deep into it.
IMPORTANT
To view the Sign Up thread, which contains most of detailed information, visit this link (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/showthread.php?t=61547)(Clicky!).
---
OOC: Time to get this going. >:3
" I honestly thought you weren't coming."
"Why's that?", I asked solemnly.
"Don't ask questions you already the know answer to.", the woman said, turning around, and heading down the path.
I am Wing, Contractor to Messier Code CR682, my powers described by simpletons to be "windy" of the sorts. Those same simpletons are those from this girl's Syndicate, which is unknown to me. My mission? To recover a package that the girl's Syndicate ships to ours to ensure a strong affiliation between us. As the girl honestly did not think I was coming, I did not think she was either. These days, good Syndicates that aren't too obvious are rare. Quite so often, you see one Syndicate announce that they're giving information packages to us. When our operatives get to the designated transition area, it was just an ambush by Contractors.
The ABI isn't as honest to its words as some Syndicates are, but that's what makes a Syndicate. The capability of divide and conquer, living up to their titles.
"Well? Come along. The package is around here- somewhere.", she hollered, mumbling the last part.
I put my mask on to be cautious about what I do. I tapped onto a little radio wire snapped onto to my ear, which was becoming of an annoyance.
"Should I kill her yet?", I asked home base, once the girl was out of sight.
"Don't be foolish. Continue the operation.", my commander told me.
And so I turned off the radio, only to let fate do the rest for me. As I followed the girl, I had an eerie sense that the path she brought us through began to get darker and darker, closing in on us. A mind trick? Hard to believe. The paths did not phase me, but indeed the girl did. Her purplish black hair dye was fading and fading into the darkness, and her clothing, similar to my choice of tints, faded along with her. She was not too pale either.
"We're here."
We stopped at a dead end. I knew it. Her body outline emitted a familiar blue aura that shined noticeably when thick in the dead of the night.
"Contractor!", I yelled angrily, running up the walls, and kicking my way up into the park.
The powers of the female Contractor were not evident, But I sensed a disruption like element in use. The space.
Tapping the radio, I yelled out in my haste, "Which stare is vibrating?!"
"UA519. Powers are evidently Field Space Hyper Disruption."
I took out the grappling hook wire and attached the grappling hook.
"Which way should we direct the mission? Should we strike the Contractor or fall back?", I asked calmly.
"So it's a failure, huh? Fall back. No use in harming a useless Contractor."
And so, I shot the grappling hook onto a close by building, getting out of this mess. I got a taste of how females reacted as Contractors. Not too fun. The ABI sure will be disappointed that they have another mission failure.
"....I'm hungry....", I whimpered, and headed towards a Supermarket.
OOC: The Contractor is just an NPC!! x3