Skyline (Roleplay Thread)

[MDSVeritas 299]

You have been lied to.

The world is not as you think it is, and you have no idea what lies beyond the curtain.

 

Do not worry, I shall guide you. I shall show you the truth. I shall show you the way.

 

Awake now, my new friends, and let me introduce you you to the City.

 

I am Q, and I will be your guide.

 

This is where the lies end.

 

This is The City.

 

 

 

The words ring in your mind as you come to. Everything is white. Everything is so white. White skyscrapers surround you and close you in. There is no shadow, only the dim gray outline of the buildings and streets to keep the blank whiteness from consuming all you see. There is no sun, and there is no sky. The words you heard... it was a woman's voice that spoke them. She sounded... compassionate, but far off. So far off. The streets around you extend in a criss-cross in every direction. This seems to be setup like any city you've ever known, but somehow it seems so very different. After the blinding light of all the pure white, though, you notice them. The people around you. They have color to them; their clothes, their hair, their eyes. It is a welcome sight. They seem to all be coming to now as well...

 

In one spot, under the overhang of what may have been a sandwich shop were this any normal city, in the district known as Haven, six people awoke: Reverie Oscuro (Hazimie), Wlynn Cellus (Firo Procheniezio), Liath Smith (Captain Arrowguns), Jason Carmichael (Javelin), Sora Takagi (Oathkeeper) and Kristy Yauser (Ultimus Grid)

 

Elsewhere, next to one of the tallest towers in the area, in the district known as Crest were five more people who had just regained consciousness: Laciann Pascual (Tatsumi), Alysa Mors (Mine), Asher Sterban (Neko-chan), Aro (Silver Kuroi) and Tristan Cane (Joemahon) .

 

Finally, the third group, awakening in an intersection flanked on all four corners by great towering building, numbering six, also heard the voice and woke to the sight of the City. They were Ailder Rosewal (Riki), Natasa Devin (The Narrator), Maxwell Crad (Scrapmaster), Yuki (Kingdomhearts), Jordan Locke (rikunobodyxiii), and Le Chef (Dave).

 

As they all awoke, the voice came once more.

 

Learn your new comrades names and come to know them as people.

 

Very soon the City shall fight against you for the first of many times....

 

And with that... let this RP begin.

 

 

(Signups and Discussion thread here: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/84489-skyline-an-original-rp-by-mdsveritas-signups-and-discussion/ )

Edited September 13, 2015 by MDSVeritas

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

(Not decided if I want third or first person. Going with first for now.)

 

I was laying on my back. When I opened my eyes, I saw the sky. I blinked, realizing that there was something wrong. Where was the blue, the wonderful blue sky that had encapsulated human curiosity for so long? It wasn't even the grey of overcast.

It was just.... Nothing

 

I realized that someone had spoken. It was before I had woken up, but I was sure of it. A woman had spoken to me. Q, was her name, I believed. I yawned and sat up, brushing my arms off from the dust that had collected from my nap. Where the hell even was I? All I had to do was look around, and know that this wasn't anywhere that I knew of.

 

It was an empty city. White buildings rose up like a forest, making it impossible to see anything as the structures blocked all field of view. Before me was the largest building of them all--a colossus that dominated the entire landscape....or at least, of what I could see. The place seemed just so....dreadfully boring. There was no life at all. The city wasn't just abandoned; it had its very life sucked out. Like a giant vacuum cleaner had come and sucked not only the color and people, but the very life of it. 

 

"This is a dream," I told myself firmly in a soft voice, as I turned and craned my head to peer around me. Others were here with me. This truly had to be an odd dream, for my dreams were not so....surreal. They were usually silly, happy times filled with candy and kittens. Not a barren city surrounded by others around the same age as I.

 

"Or not...?" I whisper, glancing back up at the skyless world above us.

[rikunobodyxiii 700]

Normal people would have been worried about suddenly waking up in an unknown city, and having an unseen woman speak to them, but Jordan wasn't quite normal.

"Yes!" He yelled out as soon as he finished processing what had just happened.

Jumping to his feet, Jordan bounces around as he takes in the details of this new, dare he say it, world around him. This was it. It had finally happened. He was on an adventure. A more cynical part of his brain tried to remind the rest of him that there were bad adventures to be on, citing quite a few horror games, but the rest of him ignored it.

He was on an adventure.

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

(Im going with third person)

 

Maxwell woke up with a dizziness like he has never felt before, he heard a woman's voice and remembered she said her name was Q, he couldn't remember what else she said though, he slowly got up with a hand on his head, clearly still dizzy, "God...the last thing I remember is being at home before sleeping, where am i-" he stopped talking as he noticed his surroundings. Everything white, the building, the sky, the ground, there was no light, but at the same time there was no shadows as well, it was a if...wherever he was. 'The city' as Q explained, at least he remembered that, "Its as if there is simply...nothing" he commented as he looked around, still confused and amazed, as the dizzyness started to go away.

 

He soon noticed the others who were starting to wake up as well, "Well now I know this isn't a dream, not only did i feel dizzy but there is also people here with me" he said.

[kingdomhearts45 469]

Little 14 year old Son Yuki awoke. Once he opened his eyes and got up on the ground, he was fascinated by what he saw. EVERYTHING was white and lifeless. "Woah.....This is...Amazing...I wish my dad was here...Wait, where am I? And who was that...Q girl...Heh heh heh heh heh! This is exciting! I wonder who else is here...I can't wait!" With his Goku like hair, his black skin, his golden medal around his shirt, and his red monkey, Saiyan tail, Yuki walked off happily, excited for this adventure.

"But...The atmosphere. It's so different.....I don't think I can fly or shoot or....Even do IT. I guess I'll learn more sooner or later..."

(I'm responding from my phone. I'll officially get back on later!)

[Guest]

"I can smell it..."

 

"The smell of fresh air..."

 

"The smell of opposition and strife..."

 

"The smell of other people..."

 

"The smell of new friendship..."

 

"And of foes..."

 

"I can smell this world I'm in..."

 

"It's a world of adventure..."

 

The boy with messy, wild, bed-head looking fiery orange-red hair groaned. "The City..?" He felt the cold, hard ground under his back, even under his thicker flannel shirt. It wasn't uncomfortable, his training expeditions from time to time required him to rest in far worse, conditions. His elbow sliding backwards on the ground, his body felt... odd... "I feel like I'm a giant pillow..." he thought, and, with some strain, stood up. "One that was hit by a semi...." Cracking his wrists, knuckles, legs, arms, and neck, he began to loosen up. Even in a weird place where he felt like a pillow, he still needed to do his morning exercises and warm-ups. He reached down and touched his toes, left, right, flamingo stretch, and soon a jog. "Wherever I am, at least there is still some pathway to walk on. My DC's are far from a good set of jogging shoes..." He said quietly, only to himself. He looked around. A big man with a Chef's hat on. "I wonder if he can cook... But he also looks like he might be mean. Rather than mix it up first thing, I should try and let him rest. Who else is here?" He looked around. A girl dressed in average clothes, a man with some katana, a black shirt, and black hair, a kid in a red pull over hoodie, and ...A Saiyan?

 

With that, Ailder coughed a little, and walked over to the now moving away Saiyan-like person. "'Ello, top of the morning." Was all he said, keeping his hands to his side. He use to keep them in his pockets, but that was a bad position for one to be in in case of attack.

[Wolf on the Run 391]

Snoring happily to himself as he slept Tristan heard the voice of a women speak in his head and of course his natural response to everything that had just been said was this "Uh... five more minutes....(snore)" after saying this the voice rang in Tristan's head once again and instantly sitting up with a rather devious look on his face he looked around "New comrades you say interesting" 

 

Upon opening his eyes Tristan took note of the area around him "Right I've gone color blind or... hum... lets see!" looking down at himself first Tristan could see the different colors of his clothes and with that he nodded "Right not color blind..." Quickly looking all over the area Tristan examined everything "I may not be color blind but whoever was in charge of this cities color scheme sure was this place is so dull it's almost depressing" pausing for a moment to think Tristan crossed his arms "A dream maybe, seems rather well detailed for a dream but i can't cross it off my list yet either but how to confirm?" looking around once more Tristan finally spotted other people near him but among them only one seemed to be awake and standing "That's it!" Darting over to the one other member who seemed to be up and moving (Aro) Tristan stood right in front of him looking as if he was examining him for a moment. 

 

"Hey you I'm just checking something real quick so let me know if this hurts" moving completely naturally Tristan whacked Aro over the head with his hand after that Tristan held his hand to his chin looking at Aro extremely close and acting slightly as if nothing had even happened "So did that hurt?"

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

White. A color signifying light. It is blinding and can give you a headache if you look at it for too long.

"Q? Hmm..." Asher muttered, sitting himself up.

As soon as he sat up, he immediately saw some dumb-ass hit some girl.

"What the hell man?!" He suddenly yelled, scrambling up.

"You just don't hit women like that!" Asher yelled at the man, obviously in one of his moods.

"Thanks for starting my day off with a blast world..." he mumbled.

"Okay listen up! I am Asher Sterban, who are all of you guys?" He asked the two that were actually up.

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

(Joe I noticed you were referring to Aro as a guy; Aro's a girl. No harm done, just thought I'd point it out!)

"I'm fine," I glanced at the two men before rubbing my head, god did that punch hurt "I can take a punch...but christ was that uncalled for you little piece of--"

I caught myself, glancing at the two guys again as I immediately realized that I was holding one of my well-known 'dark' expressions. A deep scowl coupled with darkened eyes and a head hung in such a way as if to exemplify uncomfortableness.

"Why the heck did you hit me, though?"

 

As I looked the perpatrator over, I had to wonder if he had the feeling as I did. The surrealness of this entire predicament wasn't exactly the most realistic thing to happen to anyone. He probably thought it was a dream, like I had. 

Still, that didn't excuse him from hitting anyone. If I had any less sense I would've kicked him in the knee for it. Of course....I did swear to not cause anymore violence....and even with that oath it was hard not to lash out in ways that could break spirits and break bones.

[Wolf on the Run 391]

(ya i forgot you we're using a girl character for this one Silver I'll remember from now on my bad haha)

 

Turning to Asher with a rather empty look in his face Tristan spoke "I was going to grope her but figured that would get me in trouble but if your going to give out to me for hitting her I'll go back to my original method" turning to the girl once again an evil look filled Tristan's face as he raised his two hands and began to open and close them as if he was squeezing something just then Tristan noticed the girl talk so he stopped what he was doing and crossed his arms "Why'd i hit you, simple just needed to confirm if this was a dream or not I've had pretty lucid dreams before and hurting myself didn't exactly help me realize they were dreams so i figured best way to check if this was a dream or not was by hurting someone else if its a dream they'd just take it and no one would react to that situation if not a dream there'd be retaliation or a reaction in this case it ended with outside reaction hence not a dream sounds stupid i know but in the end i saw it as the best method with the situation at hand as a method of going forward see I'm an idiot who's actually a little smart besides its not like i hit her overly hard (I should of hit that Asher guy while he was still out cold would of been way funnier to see his reaction to waking up from a punch then waking up to see one hehehe)" Looking to Asher and Aro smirked "By the way names Tristan Cane nice to meet ya and sorry about hitting you girly just needed to confirm the dream thing"

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

Asher suddenly just punched Tristan in the face.

"You are a very rude man." He grumbled.

Asher's expression turned dark.

"I don't like you." He growled.

"Maybe you should have just hit yourself, Cane." Asher said with a dark smirk.

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

Maxwell still felt a bit numb from waking up, the dizzyness was gone but he needed to stretch a bit first of all, he stretched his arms and legs and his back, as he open and closed his palm multiple times to make the numbness go away. "Good enough" he said as he noticed something on his side, it was his training edgeless Katana, "what the" he said confused as to why it was on him, he didn't remember having it on, nor having these clothes, while he did use them before... he shook the confusion as it did not matter at the time, he unsheathed his katana and much to his surprise, it had an edge! and was extremely sharp as well "I don't remember it having an edge, nor it being sharp...just...what happened and where in the wolrd is this?" he asked as he looked around.

 

One thing he noticed though, the atmosphere was...different, he felt lighter, and in some ways even stronger than before...and it wasn't from his training thats for sure..."Even the atmosphere is weird and eerie...god damn" he said with a frown as he then noticed two boys speaking to one another, he inspected one and found him...overall pretty normal, although the other one had a tail...which weirded him out but he wasn't about to say anything about it. Still since he wasn't about to leave the others who still needed to wake up behind he thought he mind as well introduce himself to who's awake at least.

He walked over to the two boys, one of which had already started to speak, "Greetings...well it doesn't look like we're dreaming, this all seems pretty real...so...what are you guys's names?" he asked in a friendly tone, "My name is Maxwell, its nice to meet you two...wherever we are..." he said.

[kingdomhearts45 469]

"Hello! My name's Son Yuki! Nice to meet you Maxwell!" Yuki studied the two boys by appearance and two thoughts popped up: One was not a very good hair brusher and one was a badass.

"You two don't have tails...Which means you must be human!" His red tail wiggled around. "I'm half human actually. I'm something called a Saiyan! It's hard to explain actually...." He then noticed that others were asleep. "You think we should wake them?"

[Wolf on the Run 391]

Lying on the ground with his arms crossed after Asher's punch Tristan yawned "didn't i just explain no less then a minute ago why punching myself wouldn't work pay attention Asher by the way people who randomly attack out of anger are known to have inferiority complexes for not being able to do stuff other people will so I'll take that punch as a sign your jealous of me because..." quickly darting up and appearing Aro Tristan hugged her from behind as he smirked at Asher "Unlike you I'm willing to do down right pretty much anything that pops into my devious little mind hehe" putting his face close to Aro's for a minute Tristan whispered into her ear "(Play along for a minute i just want to figure out just what type of personality this guy has teasing him like this is the best method to seeing the real him)"

[Guest]

"Hello! My name's Son Yuki! Nice to meet you Maxwell!" Yuki studied the two boys by appearance and two thoughts popped up: One was not a very good hair brusher and one was a badass. "You two don't have tails...Which means you must be human!" His red tail wiggled around. "I'm half human actually. I'm something called a Saiyan! It's hard to explain actually...." He then noticed that others were asleep. "You think we should wake them?"

"W-wait!?" Ailder choked on his air, backing away for an instant. "You're really a Saiyan? I thought you were just idea from a TV show..." He coughed, looking around. "I guess that's intresting..." He looked at Yuki and the newcomer Maxwell. "My name is Ailder. Martial artist and weapon extrodinare! I have trained for a long time now, trying to just get as strong as I can. And I'll be honest, I've got a bit of a hero complex as well..." Edited February 21, 2015 by Guest

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

(A badass eh? im flattered )

"Hello there Yuki" maxwell said with a smile, as the boy quickly went over talking about tails, he had to give him props for the enthusiasm but still the change in subject was...unecessary at best, at least to Maxwell's opinion.

Maxwell raised an eyebrow in surprise, but also confusion as Yuki said that he and the other boy must be human, and mentioned that he was half Sayian...whatever a Sayian was,as far as he knew it was an anime show that was displayed contantly on a lot of channels in TV, "Yeah I noticed the tail its quite hard not to actually, you don't see anyone with tails every day..." he said scratching the back of his head, as the other boy spoke up, introducing himself as Ailder, and listened to his small speech about what he was, and his hero complex, "Good to know" he said with a smile as he turned back to Yuki, "As for your suggestion on waking them up...I think its best if we just leave them be for a bit longer." he gave his suggestion.

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

"You sick son of a b****." Asher growled.

"Just cause you see a girl doesn't mean you can hit her then be all flirty. You're disgusting. Sick pervert." He was obviously pissed off.

"At least give the girl some space, she hasn't even introduced herself only cause you can't keep your dirty hands away from touching her." He snapped.

[Dave 5,715]

Out of all the places Le Chef expected to wake up to, a white, faceless, unknown city was not among them. Mainly because it was not his bed, which he distinctly remembered being in prior to going to sleep. His bed was no where to be seen, nor was his lamp, night stand, and picture frame which bore the portrait of the most perfect raspberry trifle he made while cooking for the president of France. What there was in their place was a white paved road (it was after recognizing this fact that Le Chef realized the kink in his neck), several tall white buildings, and five other people in the immediate vicinity. Four of them were awake already: a smaller lad with a tail (Well, I'll be, though Le Chef, for the second time that day), a red-head teen in a long black rain coat, a young adult, also wearing a black coat (It must have been in fashion this year), and another young teen in a red hoodie. The fifth, a young woman, was still asnooze.

 

If nothing else, the sight of his apparent comrades put one thing at rest: Le Chef had not been mugged and dragged off by the mob, a fact that made waking up in the morning just a little easier. Still taking it a bit slow, the culinary master rose, and instinctively began trying to wipe dust off his apron, although there was no dust to be seen. "Ah, I never thought it would come to this," he announced aloud. "To think! Years and years of service in the best kitchens imaginable, and now! To wake up in the street without so much as an inkling as to how I got here." Then, with grace, he bowed to the four young men, "Clearly, the years have taken their toll on the mind of Le Chef." Removing his hat as he bowed, he managed to pick up on some of the awkward glances, the somewhat hesitant distances between them as though they were all just as much a stranger to one another as they were to him. Putting his hat back on, he raised an inquisitive brow. "Unless, of course, the rather cryptic messages our dear lady Q is not limited to my dreams alone, yes?"

[Captain Arrowguns 466]

Liath woke up, listened to Q's monologue, got to his feet, and took in the sights. After deciding that this was a rather uninteresting looking dream, he immediately punched himself in the groin. Liath drooped to his knees, mentally kicking himself for his rashness and stupidity. "Okay, not a dream then." Liath muttered through gritted teeth. Fortunately, he had plenty to think about to distract himself from the pain at the moment. There was so many questioned he wanted answers to here, he nearly fainted. Where was he? Why was this strange city white? Who was this Q person? Who were the other four people here with him? How long would it take before one of them punched him in the face? He was guessing about five minutes on that last one. Either way, he doubted his actions so fave gave the others a good impression of him.

[Arya Stark 1,337]

A foot suddenly smacked right into Tristan's jaw. Moron. "Wow. I'm actually impressed there are people like you in the world." Alysa scoffed. She was lying. Of course there were people like him. Really, the vast majority of people were like that. She kicked him in the face again, just for good measure. Alysa smiled ever so slightly, glad to have caused some pain. She wasn't a sadist, but some people just deserved it. Alysa stood back, and glared at the others. She grinned again, confident in herself. "Delightful to meet some other people I suppose. It is at least better than slowly going insane in an endlessly empty world alone. Instead, I get to slowly go insane in an endlessly empty world while making fun of other people!" She said arrogantly. "Name's Alysa Mors. Don't expect too much more from me aside from a consistently irritating presence and the occasional whooping ass." Alysa continued, curtsying in a unique mocking way she had mastered long ago.

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

"Pretty sure they aren't" Maxwell approached Le chef and offered his hand for a hand-shake "Say you're that famous chef i've seen on TV...seems like we've gotten picked at random and brought to, wherever we may be" he said, to him but with a smile soon after "Anyway my name is Maxwell, it is a pleasure to meet you Le chef, .this is Yuki and this is Ailder, and before you ask anything about where we are...we're just as lost as you are..." he said with a small frown in the last part in embarrassment.

[kingdomhearts45 469]

Yuki smiled as the warriors introduced themselves. He was a bit confused with the messy haired boy's comment about a TV show, but happy that he has heard about Saiyans. "Oh! So you know my kind! Hee hee hee! Nice to be noticed! I'm the son of Goten! Even my family were surprised with my red tail! No matter how many times they took it off! So......How powerful are you guys? Cause I've faced a lot of foes in my place, but I never faced them alone. But I just feel like my powers won't work here." He looked at his hands, wondering about he'll fight or if he'll ever fight. Then he noticed the chef, politely greeting. When he mentioned Q, his eyes widened.

"You guys heard her too!? Wow....I'm not the only one...." He turned to the girl that was sleeping. He walked over to her, curious. He then began to shake her. "Hey....Come on....Wake up!"

[Wolf on the Run 391]

Giving off an evil devious smirk Tristan looked to Asher "(So he's the type who's easily put on the defensive and he's very defensive towards women so he could be a womanizer who doesn't even know it well it's not like he doesn't have the look for that type of thing  still he's fun to tease at least i know if i have this guy around I won't be running out of entertainment any time soon alright then lets push the little bit more)" Tristan stroked Aro's hair slightly as he spoke "It's not like she's asking me to move away now is she for all you know she could be enjoying my company very much....(smash)" Tristan found himself meeting the pavement not once but twice quickly darting up after two hits Tristan looked around confused for a moment until he saw Alysa Tristan looked to her with a rather dull expression "I was wondering for a minute what had hit me but it just turns out to be some loud mouth washboard so I've lost interest already I'm going to rout through my bag see if i still have a certain something (the washboard remark is bound to get some kind of reaction lets see what i get out of Alysa over Asher hehe)"

 

(yes that's right people Tristan is pretty much turning himself into the group punching bag haha)

[Guest]

 

Out of all the places Le Chef expected to wake up to, a white, faceless, unknown city was not among them. Mainly because it was not his bed, which he distinctly remembered being in prior to going to sleep. His bed was no where to be seen, nor was his lamp, night stand, and picture frame which bore the portrait of the most perfect raspberry trifle he made while cooking for the president of France. What there was in their place was a white paved road (it was after recognizing this fact that Le Chef realized the kink in his neck), several tall white buildings, and five other people in the immediate vicinity. Four of them were awake already: a smaller lad with a tail (Well, I'll be, though Le Chef, for the second time that day), a red-head teen in a long black rain coat, a young adult, also wearing a black coat (It must have been in fashion this year), and another young teen in a red hoodie. The fifth, a young woman, was still asnooze.

 

If nothing else, the sight of his apparent comrades put one thing at rest: Le Chef had not been mugged and dragged off by the mob, a fact that made waking up in the morning just a little easier. Still taking it a bit slow, the culinary master rose, and instinctively began trying to wipe dust off his apron, although there was no dust to be seen. "Ah, I never thought it would come to this," he announced aloud. "To think! Years and years of service in the best kitchens imaginable, and now! To wake up in the street without so much as an inkling as to how I got here." Then, with grace, he bowed to the four young men, "Clearly, the years have taken their toll on the mind of Le Chef." Removing his hat as he bowed, he managed to pick up on some of the awkward glances, the somewhat hesitant distances between them as though they were all just as much a stranger to one another as they were to him. Putting his hat back on, he raised an inquisitive brow. "Unless, of course, the rather cryptic messages our dear lady Q is not limited to my dreams alone, yes?"

Ailder coughed again. "Damn nerves..." he thought, looking at Le Chef. "Le Chef... That name rings a bell... " He thought about it a moment. "Wait, aren't you a world famous chef!? No, you are! My mind was a bit groggy for a moment, but I remember now!" Ailder had a slight flashback to the time of which he once had the pleasure of smelling a dish, though from a very far distance, that Le Chef had made. It was extraordinary, it smelled of only the best and freshest ingredients. "The only thing I love more than martial arts and weapons is a fantastic meal, but I've never been able to afford a dish made by you before, however much I have ever wanted one, however!"

[Hazimie 1,595]

Reverie finally awake at the Sandwich shop after he heard a voice rings in his head. Then again,he felt lazy to get up."Man,I'm ending up in a strange world?What's up with that?"Reverie said as he grinned with amusement.Then,he noticed other people (Liath) have already been awake. "Looks like I'm not the only one here. Hey fella! Do you know where we are?" Reverie asked him with a cheerful tone,wondering where they are right now.