The PPC Roleplay Board - Latest posts

"I like the sound of that. And I'll probably like the sound it makes even better." The grin reappeared for a few wolfish moments, but the Boarder's expression quickly grew more sombre as she stared at the nondescript building before them. "What I didn't like, mind you, were some of the names I heard in the reports about tonight."

She shifted restlessly from foot to foot, as though wanting to pace the curb. "I mean, it's not like I can say I've heard stories. They are the stories. And here, they have power."

At about twelve past midnight, or simply shortly behind Wik, whichever you prefer to think of it as, a rather lanky girl with some rather short dirty blond hair was rapidly looking back and forth, quite obviously worried and just a little bit confused about this whole deal. She had just moved to The Board to attend college so she could be a police detective, and the very first thing she was assigned to do during her internship with the local police was, well, something she wasn't quite sure about. The detective she was working under had mumbled something about a police attache around his cigar, sent her off to the armory to grab a weapon, and left her to figure out just what in the name of Glod she was supposed to be doing.

It had taken her about half an hour to complete her paperwork, another ten minutes to get her piece checked out, and another thirty to go back home and grab a weapon she had been given during her welcoming party. After that, she finally read the orders she had been given along with everything else and kicked herself while she got in her car and got driving. if she was quick about it, she wouldn't arrive more then, say, fifteen minutes late. Somehow, including parking and unloading, she had managed it in twelve. And somehow she still found the time to be cagey about the entire ordeal. What kind of police work involved explicit orders to go in armed for close-quarters fighting, and why were they giving it to her?

Eventually, she spotted who was supposed to be her contact; a girl in an overlarge raincoat. So, with a deep breath she stepped over to the group and stammered out a greetings... of sorts. "Uhm, hello. My name is Sub-assistant Detective Lowtide, I was sent here at the behest of the police as an attache. I, uh, I wasn't told anything besides that I was supposed to assist you with something that involved possible combat, could somebody fill me in?" Sub-assistant Detective Lowtide had the figure of a beanpole, a cheap haircut, and was dressed in a shirt and slacks that were maybe half a size too small for her, probably from an old wardrobe. In other words, a college student trying to crimp and save everywhere she could. On her belt was a pistol in a holster, a few spare clips, and what appeared to be a Katana of some sort in its scabbard tied onto a belt loop, which she was nervously fingering while she glanced at the van. With the stuff stuffed into the back of that thing, could you really blame her?

SttQ replied. "Glad you could make it. And you're right, a Sue wouldn't be caught dead in this thing, just like she wouldn't be caught dead with scruffy hair in a ponytail, like mine." She grew serious. "As for what caused this horror, I haven't got a clue, and frankly, I don't care, as long as we can blow it to kingdom come." She chuckled quietly. "We certainly have enough explosive material to do that," she added, glancing at her van.

SttQ couldn't help but smile at the new arrival's obvious enthusiasm. A good sign, that; showed he was willing. Still, he'd have to curb it a little: silence and stealth would be of the utmost importance, given the nature of the threat. She would mention this fact later, during the final debriefing.

She gave Wik a salute and said, "Greetings, soldier. I see you are ready to begin. Good. Now we must wait a little for the others to arrive."

Finally, she said, "It... would make sense. These things are nearly brainless, but not completely. They're predators, and all predators instinctively know it helps not to be seen. So, yeah, you're probably right. But as long as we keep away from too-dark corners, we should be fine. After all, these things are slow and anything but subtle. We'll always hear them coming."

The voice was amused, and its owner, despite her words, was scarcely more than a silhouette herself; as she walked closer, it became apparent that her clothes were entirely black, and the hat tilted down over her face likewise.

There was a fleeting gleam of dim light on metal, and the low scraping sound of a sword being returned to its sheath. "No worries," the newcomer added, and grinned widely, reaching up to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "This was where you were supposed to be, and no Sue worth her salt'd be caught dead in a coat like that."

She shook back the sleeves of her own as she spoke; it was a heavy affair, and was, of course, black. "This ought to be a good time," she mused. "Wonder what kind of mucking about with spacetime threw this monster up... I'm Lycaenion, by the way."

((OOC: It's currently 1 AM on my end, and I have to sleep. However, I want to join this RP before the influx of Boarders commences.))

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! He was glad that he had recived the message from Sedri and that there were no qualifications needed to join in except weapons, the training to use them, and the willingness to fight.

He usually didn't join in such things, his rashness having led to blunders before. The recklessness was not battle-related, but rather one of a social nature. He was too quick to scream and insult those that he had disagreed with, or worse, took it out on unrelated targets out of a sudden flash of sadism.

He cannot promise that he may not do the same this day, but he sure as heck gonna try.

He got to the gates, a little sweaty from running.

"I'm here! Boarder Wik reporting."

It was ten minutes past twelve on a cold October night. The Board, home city of that strange people, the Boarders, was wrapped in sleep, ignorant of the unfathomable horror that was, even now, poising itself to strike from the town's very heart.

By the cast-iron gate to the city's abandoned warehouse district, a solitary girl was leaning against the wall, wrapped in a raincoat that was two sizes too big for her. Around her, all was silent and dark. But far behind her, in one of those derelict buildings, something unspeakable was taking place. One of those buildings, so her contacts had told her, was at this very moment the scene of a gathering of all the worst Sues and Stus that badfic had ever produced.

They were all there. laura. Enoby Way. Marissa. Clbr**n. And the guest of honor... was Lieutenant Mary Sue herself. God knew what they were planning, but it could not be good.

The girl shuddered and drew her coat more tightly around her. She looked at her van parked nearby, filled to bursting with first-class C4 explosives and detonators. Next to it was a literally enormous coil of wire for connecting the charges, generously supplied by Sedri. The girl smiled as she considered the kind of damage that could do. It was a shame Sedri hadn't been able to stay. She'd said something about having to exorcise the dark matter demons that had taken over her basement. "But," she'd said, "I might be able to make it later tonight. Not sure, though."

SttQ adjusted her sunglasses (a little incongruous at night, it was true, but one had to have some standards), and waited for the Boarders to come. She and Sedri had been working like crazy all day long, trying to alert everyone they could of the impending disaster and the action to be taken. SttQ could only hope that enough people would come to help her carry out the operation.

All right, everyone, this is my second attempt at launching this RP. However, to make sure nothing goes wrong this time around, allow me to present a short explanation.

As was the case with Edward Wilder's recent spambot-RP (which, by the way, is still running), this RP will take place in an imaginary city called the Board, with us, the Boarders, as citizens. As such, the PPC continuum will not be influenced in any way, because we're playing as ourselves.

I am also aware that many of the Sues I'll be referring to are already dead. Since bringing them back would go against PPC canon, this will be an AU RP (oooh, highbrow...).

A big thank you to Sedri, for kick-starting my brain during this conversation.

It seems I was unwittingly on the verge of creating a major disruption. Everyone, I'm sorry for (maybe) getting you all excited for nothing, but consider the RP cancelled.

Once again, my apologies.

This smacks of Boarding Drama.

As in, Catastrophic Events.

Which are generally disapproved of.

I'm not saying DO NOT DO THIS ZOMG, but know that this isn't canon. I don't think anybody wants another huge, dramatic, reality-changing upheaval to the PPC World.

to be highly automated," said Galenfea thoughtfully, "But I supppose that sort of backup wouldn't run forever - it's been hours since this started - and an attack on the power station may also have caused damage to the automated system." She shivered, squinting down the road. Now that night had started to fall, it was getting very dark very quickly. "Zombies... zombies are more active at night, aren't they?"

It was ten minutes past twelve on a cold October night. The Board, home city of the PPC, was wrapped in sleep, ignorant of the unfathomable horror that was, even now, poising itself to strike from the town's very heart.

By the cast-iron gate to the city's abandoned warehouse district, a solitary girl was leaning against the wall, wrapped in a raincoat that was two sizes too big for her. Around her, all was silent and dark. Behind her, in one of those buildings, something unspeakable was taking place. One of those buildings, so her contacts had told her, was at this very moment the scene of a gathering of all the worst Sues and Stus that badfic had ever produced.

They were all there. laura. Enoby Way. Marissa. Clbr**n. And the guest of honer... was Lieutenant Mary Sue herself. God knew what they were planning, but it could not be good.

The girl shuddered and drew her coat more tightly around her. She looked at her van parked nearby, filled to bursting with first-class C4 explosives and detonators. Next to it was a literally enormous coil of wire for connecting the charges, generously supplied by Sedri. The girl smiled as she considered the kind of damage that could do. It was a shame Sedri hadn't been able to stay. She'd said something about having to eradicate the evil gummi bears that had taken over her basement. "But," she'd added, "I might be able to make it later tonight. Not sure, though."

SttQ adjusted her sunglasses (a little incongruous at night, it was true, but one had to have some standards), and waited for the Boarders to come. She and Sedri had contacted everyone they could to alert them of the situation. SttQ could only hope that enough of them would come to help her carry out the operation.

certainly wouldn't," came the gloomy reply. "However, the power station always has people working in it, no? And for some of the things around here, people are tasty treats. No station workers means no electricity, and no electricity means no light." She shook her head. " Damn those zombies."

She'd not noticed until SttQ mentioned it, but it was indeed getting dark, and she'd have expected at least a dim glow as the street lights started to come on.
"Power must be out," she said, wishing she had her torch. Oh well, she could grab it when she got her first aid kit, as long as they weren't too much longer getting there. "How robust are the power lines around here? I can't imagine anything made of metal would have taken the risk of attacking them."

answered SttQ. "Must be a new model. When I was running for the bunker this morning, I swear I could hear a whole group of bots chanting something about candy." She looked up and frowned. "Shouldn't the street lamps be on by now?"

and ducked around the mailbox, stepping carefully around the still-smoking remains of the bot, in case it should either move or explode. She wasn't sure which prospect scared her more.
Again, he hitched up her backpack and headed at a fast walk towards the sign for Simon's Soup Shop, which she could see further down the road.
"Different variety?" she asked, jerking her head back towards the bot. "The original ones wanted pictures."

said SttQ. "In that case it's probably..."

At this point, the spambot turned the corner. The bullet hit it in a particular spot, and it went down in a shower of sparks, electronic voice fading. "WANT CAaannnndyyyyy..."

SttQ got up. "Figures. CPU was where the heart would have been. Damned unoriginal pieces of crap. All right, girl," turning to Galenfea, "lead on."

racking her brains. CPU... spambot CPU...
"In the torso, but I don't know exactly where..." she said.

She ducked behind a nearby mailbox, pulling Galenfea along with her. Resting her gun on the mailbox, she sighted along it, and asked in a hurried whisper, "Galenfea, quick. Where do spambots have their CPUs? In the head, chest, belly? Quickly now, I need to know what to aim for."

"All right," she said. "I live down a side street from Beech, so that's not far out of our way anyway. I'm definitely prepared to climb over and under some fences to avoid having to go past the cemetary during a zombie attack."
She peered nervously around another corner before darting across an alleyway. The sun was beginning to get low in the sky and the alleyways and narrower side-streets now looked almost as threatening as the empty doors and windows of the houses. Still, it was probably best to keep to the sides of the road - less chance of being seen themseves, and potential hiding places for zombies and bots were also potential hiding places for her and SttQ.
As they reached the end of the street, though, she paused at the sound of a metallic scraping from around the corner on the right.

and fell into step with her. As she talked, she occasionally shot a glance over her shoulder.

"There is a fairly easy way to get there, but it'll take a bit longer. If we turn right at the end of this street, then left at Simon's Soup Shop, it's about a quarter of a mile to the videogame store. There, we turn into Beech Avenue (you know, the one with all the oak trees), and after half a mile, we'll reach the zoo. If we go into the alley that runs next to and behind the zoo, we'll be able to enter Mr. Macy's back garden by breaking away some boards; they're practically rotten, so that shouldn't be a problem. Then, we traverse a few back gardens (don't worry, the walls separating them are fairly low) till we reach mine. And yes, I did remember to bring my keys. This way, we won't even have to see the cemetery."

said Galenfea bitterly, hitching up her backpack. "Any convenient way of getting there that doesn't go past the cemetery? Let's walk and talk; this place is starting to wig me out."
She crept out of the alleyway, keeping close to the wall and looking all around for anything else - bot or zombie - that might attack them.

said SttQ, "so it shouldn't take us too long to get there. You probably know the street; it's the one with the city cemetery." She paused, realization setting in. "Oh, crap."

"Well... the bunker's secure. It'd take a while for anything that wasn't armed with explosives or the like to get in there, and they'd make a lot of noise doing it." She looked around. "I move we keep going - we're not far off now anyway, we might as well get what we came here for. How much further is it to your house?"