Waystop

[Grey Knight]

"I, uh..." 

The sorcerer got an idea. An awful idea. The sorcerer got a wonderful, awful idea.

"I think," he said slowly, "I know where your volleyball is. Yes, now I remember! I saw it in the east, being held captive by the uh, Raven Guard! Yes, the Raven Guard are holding it captive in their super-fortress. You should go attack there, and get the poor thing back. I'd help you of course, but I have a... different mission! Yes, I, too, have a great quest to complete. So, you should go and save the volleyball, and I'll go... finish my quest of great importance."

@Gancho Libre

[+Ark1002]

Atticus walks into the waystop, ragged and smelling of smoke. "That did not go as planned. I'm going to need a new assistant." He walked over to the bar and sat down. "Beer please. Add plenty, I drink more now that I'm a Space Marine. And Breakfast too." He crumpled to the floor, snoring. He only said one more word, and he repeated it. "Food."

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

Tena wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, which only made it more sweaty, then put down the massive chestplate she was carrying. 

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Ioc stared at the Sorcerer. "Uh... it's not like I didn't know where it was, silly guy. I do. It's floating in Earth's Pacific Ocean. However, attacking that fortress does sound fun, I will say..."

Ioc trailed off. "Wait a minute. You're refusing my offer to help me on my quest! Protagonists can't do that!"

Ioc paused. "Are you a protagonist?"

@Grey Knight

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

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Ioc questioned its own existence. 

Which made itself, essentially, an oxymoron. 

 

[+Ark1002]

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I'm about to do something that will annoy everyone for a little while. Bwa ha ha.

 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

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Is it the icon? Because I love it, it suits you so well!

Heh. 

Also, they're taking the hobbits to Isengard!

 

[BitBitio he/him]

Jonas entered nervously. He burned tin and bronze. 

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Jonas is gonna get the spotlight for a while.

 

[MacThorstenson he/him]

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@Cyanic can i deliver the armor now?

 

[Cyanic he/him]

Just now, MacThorstenson said:

 

not yet, unfortunately, the day/time hasn't really moved yet, I think you'll have to wait until next week D:

[MacThorstenson he/him]

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@Cyanic Ok.

 

[Cyanic he/him]

Just now, MacThorstenson said:

 

yeah :C

it's gonna be sick though when it happens

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

There was peace among the sled dogs.

The dogs ran up the mountain, their breathing in sync, their heartbeats racing with joy and exertion. The shaking wires between them clattered and clanked over the dogs’ panting breaths. Around them was a forest of evergreen trees, all coated in snow and silent as the sled dogs were loud. The skittering sounds of fleeing rabbits and foxes could barely be heard over the sounds of the dogs and the sled and simply living.

But Terror could hear them.

At least, he thought he could.

In reality, there were no foxes or rabbits or dogs or evergreens on this miserable planet, and there wasn’t enough snow to come up to his knees. The team of ‘dogs’ in front of him were actually some strange dog-like insecty-things called ‘axehounds.’ They weren’t nearly so intelligent as real dogs, but served the purpose of sledding well enough.

There isn’t any hockey here, either, Terror thought sadly. He’d liked playing hockey, back before the Great War. Of course, New York was one of the few states in the US that knew hockey well, and he remembered well playing street hockey in the summers and ice hockey in the winters. He also remembered locomotives; those had been way more convenient than the pathetic forms of transportation that people used on these planets.

He’d nearly gotten to the Perpendicularity to the Cognitive Realm when he noticed some signs, talking about a Waystop somewhere nearby. Those signs reminded him of the big billboards that had been everywhere in NYC, so he steered the axehounds down the path the signs indicated.

He immediately covered his nose and mouth, just in case, when he saw a group of people burying corpses.

Terror felt nauseous, and stumbled off the sled and sunk to his knees, unwelcome memories rushing into his head.

His best friend, lying on the ground of the trench, several bleeding holes where his eyes had previously been.

A German bomb landing a few miles away, blowing up the trench where another of his friends had been.

Trenches; people getting shot in trenches.

Trenches; people starving in trenches.

Trenches.

Terror blinked his eyes slowly open and pushed himself to his knees, feeling like somebody had released a canister of mustard gas in his brain. He slowly stood up and leaned against the side of the sled for support, then got back on and guided the axehounds to the door.

Unharnessing all the axehounds, he left them to curl up together, almost like real dogs. He stumbled inside, still covering his nose and mouth. He collapsed in a chair nearby and put his face in his hands, quietly crying.

Edited September 15, 2018 by AxeliustheGreat

[Grey Knight]

2 hours ago, AxeliustheGreat said:

There was peace among the sled dogs.

The dogs ran up the mountain, their breathing in sync, their heartbeats racing with joy and exertion. The shaking wires between them clattered and clanked over the dogs’ panting breaths. Around them was a forest of evergreen trees, all coated in snow and silent as the sled dogs were loud. The skittering sounds of fleeing rabbits and foxes could barely be heard over the sounds of the dogs and the sled and simply living.

But Terror could hear them.

At least, he thought he could.

In reality, there were no foxes or rabbits or dogs or evergreens on this miserable planet, and there wasn’t enough snow to come up to his knees. The team of ‘dogs’ in front of him were actually some strange dog-like insecty-things called ‘axehounds.’ They weren’t nearly so intelligent as real dogs, but served the purpose of sledding well enough.

There isn’t any hockey here, either, Terror thought sadly. He’d liked playing hockey, back before the Great War. Of course, New York was one of the few states in the US that knew hockey well, and he remembered well playing street hockey in the summers and ice hockey in the winters. He also remembered locomotives; those had been way more convenient than the pathetic forms of transportation that people used on these planets.

He’d nearly gotten to the Perpendicularity to the Cognitive Realm when he noticed some signs, talking about a Waystop somewhere nearby. Those signs reminded him of the big billboards that had been everywhere in NYC, so he steered the axehounds down the path the signs indicated.

He immediately covered his nose and mouth, just in case, when he saw a group of people burying corpses.

Terror felt nauseous, and stumbled off the sled and sunk to his knees, unwelcome memories rushing into his head.

His best friend, lying on the ground of the trench, several bleeding holes where his eyes had previously been.

A German bomb landing a few miles away, blowing up the trench where another of his friends had been.

Trenches; people getting shot in trenches.

Trenches; people starving in trenches.

Trenches.

Terror blinked his eyes slowly open and pushed himself to his knees, feeling like somebody had released a canister of mustard gas in his brain. He slowly stood up and leaned against the side of the sled for support, then got back on and guided the axehounds to the door.

Unharnessing all the axehounds, he left them to curl up together, almost like real dogs. He stumbled inside, still covering his nose and mouth. He collapsed in a chair nearby and put his face in his hands, quietly crying.

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That... that was...

I don't even know if you're allowed to have people from Earth, but it's still an awesome idea 

 

Edited September 15, 2018 by Grey Knight

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

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Archer approved this character. Terror is a boss. Also, he shares my last name. 

...Because I couldn't think of any other German last names. 

 

[Archer he/him]

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43 minutes ago, Grey Knight said:

I don't even know if you're allowed to have people from Earth, but it's still an awesome idea.

 

41 minutes ago, AxeliustheGreat said:

Archer approved this character.

I am Archer, and I approve of this message!

I assumed that Terror is from Legion Earth, so he's okay to be in the Alleyverse. (He could also be from Alcatraz or Reckoners Earth too, but they wouldn't work as well.)

 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

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He's from Earth-earth. I mean, he could be my great-grandfather. But that doesn't mean he's not allowed to be in the Alleyverse. He's from Midgard instead of Azgard. 

 

[Archer he/him]

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5 minutes ago, AxeliustheGreat said:

He's from Earth-earth. I mean, he could be my great-grandfather. But that doesn't mean he's not allowed to be in the Alleyverse. He's from Midgard instead of Azgard.

I'm pretty sure real life Earth-Earth doesn't exist in the Alleyverse. Otherwise it wouldn't be RP. So I'd dispute that.

 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

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But here we are, sitting at our computers in real life. 

Okay, if I can't have real life, I want the Marvel universe. That place is fabulous. 

 

[Archer he/him]

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Fine!  You can have any and all the Marvel Universe you want, so long as it stays in the quote boxes. I wouldn't touch that place right now though, half the people are [redacted] and the other half are fighting the fires caused by the people who left their stoves on when Thanos [redacted] them.

 

Edited September 15, 2018 by Archer

[Grey Knight]

1 hour ago, AxeliustheGreat said:

Also, he shares my last name. 

...Because I couldn't think of any other German last names.

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"Terror" is your last name? As in, the "terror tactics" type of terror?

...Man, germans are metal. And not the physical kind 

 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

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No, look at the description of him in my sig. 

 

[BitBitio he/him]

Suddenly, several machine guns fired at Jonas. He yelped and ran, ducking. 

"What the..."

He paused.

The sign. 

It had said No Hemalurgy. 

His spike! 

He slid the aluminum glove on. The guns stopped.

Whoops.

[+Sorana she/her]

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I never heard of/met someone with "terror" for his/her last name...

 

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@Grey Knight

I have absolutely no idea what you mean ( i refer to that metal part)

 

Edited September 15, 2018 by Sorana

[Grey Knight]

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"According to Urban Dictionary, the phrase [metal as heck] is akin to saying that something is so metal, implying that it’s “so hardcore that it can only be compared to metal (the music that is.)”"

Basically, metal = ultra-hardcore.