Project Desiral(Roleplay)

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If you wish to join please see the other thread.

[VEGHATERMEATLOVER]

((I'll do my intro, i hope its ok)) ((the open garden which the building was built around is just like the monestry in runescape))

 

 

 

The sun was slowly setting, it cast a beautiful glowing shimmer on the water. Jason looked at the sun set while leaning on a large old oak tree, he toyed with a small ornate knife spinning it through his fingers. the shore was slowly consumed by the bright glowing sea. the sun slowly descended down and then in less then seconds it was gone. the sky turned a dark blue. Jason looked behind him, there were two guards conversing. Jason waited behind the oak tree, he reached his hand in his trench coat and pulled out a knife, the knife seemed to glow a bright green in the moonlight and two crystals seemed to sparkle brighter then the sun. he spun the two knives around in his hand and slowly moved away from the tree, he turned around and faced the gaurds, they looked over at him for a second, one raised there gun. the other just looked. Jason spun his hand around and opened his hand, the spinning knife sparkled brightly as it flew through the air. it seemed to curve elegantly. it made a small pop and the guard with the gun fell over on the floor. the other guard ducked down and tried to run away but jason threw the other knife in his hand, he fell to the floor. Jason slowly proceeded forward and walked towars the dead bodys of the two gaurds, he picked the knives out of there bodys, they both were perfectly lodged in there foreheads. he picked the first one out and watched it as the blood drpped off revealing an exeptionlly clean knife. he took the other knife and he spun them around and placed them inside his coat.

 

The two gaurds were protecting a fortified building, it was painted green. nearly everywhere was covered in razor sharp wire. Jason turned one of the men over and searched around in there pockets until he found a large steel key, he walked towards the building and stuck the key in the door opening it, as soon as he opened the door he heard people skuttling to the door, he looked through the opened door seeing five soldiers infront of him standing in an open garden which the building was built around, there were up to ten men gaurding every door inside the building, they looked at jason but they concentrated on everywhere else, shifting there eyes around the building checking for inconsistencies.

 

"please surrender any weapons or firearms" one of the soliders said

 

Jason reached inside his coat and pulled two uzi's out and handed them to the solider who asked for them.

 

jason's eyes shifted to the solidier to the side of him, he had a pistol pressed right againsnt his head.

 

the solider infront of him said "you shall be detnained until a later date, you have no rights to a solicitor"

 

"why are we so official?" jason said, suddenly he pulled out a knife and slit the soliders to his sides throat, then he reached around and stabbed the person on his side with the same knife, the solider infront of him shot him but he leaned to his side and dodged the bullet, he picked up the uzi's and destroyed the remaining three soliders, the ten men gaurding the door turned around and oepned fire on him but he found cover behind a post, he reloaded his guns. the two cartridges dropped to the floor making a faint clink, you could hear the soliders grip around the triggers of there guns tightening, there was just silence.jason left his guns on the floor, he took six knives out of his coat, three in each hand, he arranged them in his hand so that the faced backwards. he took a step to the side, he threw two knives into the heads of two soldiers, they were thrown backwards, the rest of the soliders opened fire again, Jason threw another two knives killing another two men, he proceeded forward, managing to doge the bullets from the rifles. he held the knives firmly in his hand and jumped towards one of the soliders, he slit his throat, he kicked the gun out of another soliders hand. the soliders in a desperate attempt to kill jason started accidently killing each other, there was only two gaurds left, jason threw the knives right into both of there foreheads, he pulled the knives out of everyones bodys and placed them in his coat. he picked up his two uzi's and placed them in the holsters of there case.

 

he turned over a dead body and looked at there mouth. he collected some gold teeth and checked there pockets and hands for anything valuble, he took a dimond ring, a gold necklace and around twenty gold teeth. Jason picked up the rifles and ammo and searched around to find some vehicles. he threw the rifles into the back of a strong jeep, he walked inside to the building and found some cooking usentials, petrol, cooking oil, food and explosives. he threw them all back into the jeep and closed it up, he proceeded to sit in the drivers seat, and drive away from the building quickly. he started driving on a road, it was now dark and the sky was dark black. he stopped against the road and fell alseep.

 

 

 

((ok... he now has a car.))

[Hawks]

James sat in the car, awaiting his contact's arrival. He was sick of the crazy things these Brits did, driving on the wrong side of the road. He toyed with the idea of attempting interchonatic email again and decided against it. When would he arrive? Or she, who knows... While he waited, he viewed the cityscape of London. Not a bad place, he remarked, only these random differences make us different from them, only minimally. The accent and bits of social and govermental things make it almost the same but different. He realized that this wasn't his world and could never be, he knew too much.

 

 

 

Here, is he my contact? The man in question looked about 20, and was wearing shorts and a hooded sweatshirt, even though it was winter. He pulled open the passenger side door and seated himself. He opened his bag and handed James two sheets of paper. One listed names and numbers, the other a personal letter... That hadn't been opened.

 

 

 

The man left the car and disappeared into the dusk. Why couldn't he find this man? He was quite possibly, the only link to his time, the only way he would stay sane. He knew he was Russian. That alone would be hard to get over with. His Americanized name, Alex. He was younger than James, but still learned enough that the Russians had hired him for his intelligence and ability to rely on himself. Well, James wanted to at least meet this Alex, who he doubted was even his real name, even with some Russian version of it.

[Tesset]

Lance sat in his hotel room in Southern Birmingham, rereading his briefing again.

 

 

 

Freearm,

 

We have found the source of the disruption. End this man's life.

 

 

 

A picture sat there. It showed the back of a male, barely over 5'6" tall, with dark grey hair. The hint of a mustache was also visible, but the lack of quality on the photograph made it impossible to tell if he had one. He was young, 30 at the most, so though Lance would probably be unable to best him in hand to hand fighting, Lance would have much more experience. The man carried an umbrella naturally, in the same way Lance always wore his watch. In the man's other hand was a bag, but the quality of the photo was even worse in the vicinity of the bag.

 

 

 

He was near to a university of some kind, somewhere, but the picture was taken in a very conveniently non-descriptive spot that tended to be in every university in Britian. Lance sighed, of course this would happen. What's more, the informant who had taken the photograph had appeared outside Lance's home in Nebraska, dead. Birmingham had been the last place he had been known to be, so Lance had been sent there. Others were stationed near the other major universities of the country, in hopes of finding the man.

 

 

 

How Lance's superiors knew this was the cause of "the disruption," Lance would probably never know. He wasn't even one hundred percent certain of what "the disruption" was, only that it had been the cause of Texas's succession from the rest of the U.S.

 

 

 

Lance sighed. The typical lack of information. He was sure that he had gotten this mission because they thought he didn't connect the dots. He knew they were right too, but knew there weren't many better than him.

 

 

 

Lance finished with the debriefing, sat down at the desk, and began writing out the messages to his connections to set them to the tasks he needed.

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It had started as a fairly good night watch. He had been talking to Stan, Dan and Bob who had been guarding the gate and then drinking with Hans, Mark, John, Otto and Cerek inside. Then he had been assigned to repair one of the veichles by that burk of a commander Monty.

 

 

 

As he worked he hummed a little ditty from a place that may never have existed and a time that may never have occured. But, just on the edge of his perception, were the sound of his comrades shouting as someone killed them. He found his hand resting on the handle of the jeep's door looking out as a lone, knife-wielding, luntic, killed the rest of his squad. The handle began to turn and his hand was drawn to his gun as he struggled to contain his bloodlust. His squad was dead though, this man, whoever he was, was too lethal to take on one on one...No this situation required cunning.

 

He moved into the back seat and ripped out the pouch on the back of the passangers side, revealing a metal strip, flexible and strong. Then he waited, it was the only Jeep and if the guy took the truck then he would find that he could reach ten MPH if he floored it.

 

 

 

The guy threw the rifles into the back seat, one of which clipped James' arm, sending a bolt of pain though him. Luckly he supressed any noise, but the rifle fell down into the foot well, though the guy outside didn't seem to notice, he was too busy looting the "£$$"£$£". Finally he sat in the driver's seat, but he handled the machine with precision, shifting and accelerating up to sixty in a matter of seconds, so attempting to strangle him seemed unlikely to work. But then, for some reason, he just stopped, put his hand back to grab a loaf of semi-stale bread, somehow missing James and then fell back against the seat as though he was about to sleep.

 

 

 

Waiting a few seconds for him to be off guard James pounced. The metal rod wrapped round his neck and bent up, all of James' brute strength going into lifting him up and pulling him back into the chair. The guy struggled but James was relentless, tighting the hold each time the guy tried to get something, until finally he slumped down, unconscience. James carefully waited, observing everything and even though he was sure that they guy was unconscience he gave a final tug of the wire, and then twisted it off, so that it depressed his breathing. Only then did he finally let go of the wire himself and said, mainly to himself, 'You are under arrest and have the right to remain silent.'

 

 

 

He got out and walked to the drivers side door, opening it and pulling the body out the carrying it to the back seat. He ripped the clothes to make ropes and tied them, using the forlorn seat belt to anchor him to the seat, and the arm rest to keep him where he was. Only then did he undo the wire around his neck and saw the lungs heave in a deep breath. With his foe now trapped entirely he searched him, taking ten different knives and two guns, as well as the weapons in the footwell and a pack of cigerettes, lighting one up as he went back to the drivers seat. He tossed everything but the knives and cigerettes into the passanger's footwell. The knives went in the glove compartment, so there was no chance they could roll back. The cigerettes went into his pocket.

 

 

 

He drove back to the base, the man in the back seat still out cold, lifted him out, intentionally smacking his head against the cardoor frame, and carrying him down to the bunker. Waiting patiently for Commander Monty to open the steel door and watching the look on his face. Then he took him to the cell, imprisoning him until a trial could be set up...usually it would have been done on the base, using the men as the jury, but since they were dead it would have to go through the Crown Courts...'the punishments would be worse' was the only upside to that.

 

 

 

OOC: Hextriplet this was aimed at you, in case anyone was left in doubt. No doubt your skills will get you out of there in no time =P

[VEGHATERMEATLOVER]

[hide=old]A small wind blew into Jasons face; He felt a sharp pain stinging in his head. he slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry but he could see he was in a room, lying on the floor. The room was predominantly grey. He pushed himself up and stumbled a bit to his left. He stumbled around for a bit, his vision cleared up. The back of his head was still stinging. He appeared to be in a prison cell.

 

It was a small prison cell around eight by eight meters wide. it had two windows, but they were almost entirely covered by strong steel bars. One was homed at the back of the prison cell, it had no glass just bars and it let in an icy cold breeze, the other had glass in it and was on the door, underneath were small holes presumably to talk through.

 

Jasons eyes darted around the room, there was a bed, it was a filthy yellowy white, it had a thin blanket and no pillow, there was a sink and an alcove which revealed a toilet.

 

Jason looked at the door, he took a few steps back, he ran, his long brown trenchcoat seemed to float up as he ran into the door. He raised his leg, attempting to kick the door down, his foot made contact with the door. It simply rattled. He walked back again and kicked the door, it simply wouldnt budge.

 

He opened up the side of his coat, in a holster on his left rib there was his Uzi, he opened up the other side and saw the other Uzi. The people had not bothered to search him. He took the sheet of the bed and cushioned it around the tip of the Uzi, creating a weak suppressor; it would work well enough not to draw attention to himself. He placed the Uzi where the keyhole should be, the only way to get a key in would be from the outside, he fired one round from the gun, and again, again, and once more. It made a light dent in the door but it appeared to be reinforced steel. There was no way he could carry on trying that, he took the two guns and balanced them above a small shelf above the door. He sat on the bed watching the halogen light swing back and forth on the ceiling. He looked out of the window of the door, he couldnt make out much, there appeared to be another room. Much larger but it was concealed by the darkness.

 

Jason pulled out one of his knives, it was ornate and beautiful it had a green jade handle and a thin yet long blade like a scalpel; it had two crystals encrusted in it. The handle was very long compared to a normal dagger, the entire knife was only about the size of a pen yet it was extremely deadly, silent and un-noticeable yet beautiful. He had nine other knives exactly the same. Jason has nearly always had them, he took them from china, he trained with them a lot and he has never been without them, not for a second.

 

Jason sat on the bed silently, waiting till morning. He silently looked around the room, he found a clock, the face was cracked but it still seemed to read well, Half past four AM it read, he wasnt going to fall asleep.[/hide]

 

A small wind blew into Jasons face; He felt a sharp pain stinging in his head. he slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry but he could see he was in a room, lying on the floor. The room was predominantly grey. He pushed himself up and stumbled a bit to his left. He stumbled around for a bit, his vision cleared up. The back of his head was still stinging. He appeared to be in a prison cell.

 

It was a small prison cell around eight by eight meters wide. it had two windows, but they were almost entirely covered by strong steel bars. One was homed at the back of the prison cell, it had no glass just bars and it let in an icy cold breeze, the other had glass in it and was on the door, underneath were small holes presumably to talk through.

 

Jasons eyes darted around the room, there was a bed, it was a filthy yellowy white, it had a thin blanket and no pillow, there was a sink and an alcove which revealed a toilet.

 

Jason looked at the door, he took a few steps back, he ran, his long brown trenchcoat seemed to float up as he ran into the door. He raised his leg, attempting to kick the door down, his foot made contact with the door. It simply rattled. He walked back again and kicked the door, it simply wouldnt budge.

 

He opened up the side of his coat, in a holster on his left rib there was no gun, he opened up the other side and saw there was nothing there either. The people had searched him. He picked up a small rock from the floor and smacked it against the doors keyhole. It made a light dent in the door but it appeared to be reinforced steel. There was no way he could carry on trying to destroy the door. He sat on the bed watching the halogen light swing back and forth on the ceiling. He looked out of the window of the door, he couldnt make out much, there appeared to be another room. Much larger but it was concealed by the darkness. Jason reached inside his coat, he found he was missing his knives

 

they was ornate and beautiful it had a green jade handle and a thin yet long blade like a scalpel; it had two crystals encrusted in it. The handle was very long compared to a normal dagger, the entire knife was only about the size of a pen yet it was extremely deadly, silent and un-noticeable yet beautiful. He had nine other knives exactly the same. Jason has nearly always had them, he took them from china, he trained with them a lot and he has never been without them, not for a second until today..

 

Jason sat on the bed silently, waiting till morning. He silently looked around the room, he found a clock, the face was cracked but it still seemed to read well, Half past four AM it read, he wasnt going to fall asleep.

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"James, I am sending you to London."

 

"Yes sir. What do you want me to do there?"

 

"There is a project to occur in a few days, a new prism reflector, which should dramatically shift the course of the war."

 

"Why me?"

 

"Apart from the fact you are the only one left, besides myself? You have brought five Russian Agents to justice, someone who was merely luckly would have maybe got one, two at a push, but five takes talent. They will need your talent to guard the scientist."

 

"Who is the scientist...and incidently it is six I have brought in."

 

"Your information will be provided when you arrive, transporting information like that across the country, at a time like this, would be dangerous."

 

"I see, sir. I will leave as soon as the replacements arrive."

 

"No time, or need, for that. This outpost is being abandoned. The last of the tests were completed last night, not to mention the fact that agents seems to know that we are conducting tests here. You are escorting the scientists back to Bletchley Park."

 

"Did we..."

 

"We did. The reactor is going with you."

 

"The team would have liked that."

 

"That they would... "

 

 

 

The two men sat in the small, damp office until the unspoken prayer had been given then James left. Monty began to take the items off his desk, but gave up, instead taking out a hip flask and swigging a mouthful. He loorked slightly lost as he looked at the walls of the building, as though he had thought he would die here rather than leave.

[VEGHATERMEATLOVER]

Jason looked out of the window, he heard birds singing. A white dove landed on the window. It hopped up and down and then flew off, the sun rose slowly; light filled the dark prison cell.

 

He got up from his bed and walked up to the window another dove walked up to the window, the glorious light bathed the white colouring on it with a bright yellow. Jason blew on it and watched it as it seemed to fly right into the sun and disappear in the light.

 

Jason walked against the corner of the war and pulled himself up, he spread himself out over the ceiling and waited, this was morning someone was sure to come.

[Lightshayde]

Aleksander pulled up his email application off idle. He only had four messages...but 300 spam messages. "What drudgery," he thought to himself. "I must remember to configure my filters later." After he mass-deleted his spam, he went through his inbox. "Spam...spam...newsletter..." he groaned. The last message, though, looked promising; it was sent by one of those nameless disposable emails. He clicked through. The subject was "Chrononauts".

 

 

 

Aleksander made it a point to never seem surprised, no matter who was around. This time, however, got him pretty close. He cleared his throat and scratched his armpit, his only tell. Reading through the email made it pretty clear that there was an American Temporal Agent with a need to meet. Aleksander debated with himself for a second, then quickly typed up a reply.

 

 

 

The two time travelers would meet the next day, 0500, in the Café Mercier.

[Lightshayde]

Aleksander pulled up his email application off idle. He only had four messages...but 300 spam messages. "What drudgery," he thought to himself. "I must remember to configure my filters later." After he mass-deleted his spam, he went through his inbox. "Spam...spam...newsletter..." he groaned. The last message, though, looked promising; it was sent by one of those nameless disposable emails. He clicked through. The subject was "Chrononauts".

 

 

 

Aleksander made it a point to never seem surprised, no matter who was around. This time, however, got him pretty close. He cleared his throat and scratched his armpit, his only tell. Reading through the email made it pretty clear that there was an American Temporal Agent with a need to meet. Aleksander debated with himself for a second, then quickly typed up a reply.

 

 

 

The two time travelers would meet the next day, 0500, in the Café Mercier.

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OOC: Ahhhh two characters, oh the pain, oh the pain of it all

 

Monty casually flipped the light switch in his office and the room decended into darkness, with only the block of light from the open door illuminating his desk. He walked though the door, taking care to lock it securely afterwards, and then headed to the cells. As the only person on the base he should have felt somewhat unnerved by the precarious position he was in, but years of war had shattered that insecurity...they were all in a precarious position, alone against the might of Russia.

As he entered the room his hairs instictively stood on end, sensing the power from the prisoner, and it was at that moment that Monty decided he should unholster his pistol....

 

OOC: Yeah, I think you can pick up from there.

 

The cool British air blew against James' face as he sped down the coastal road, an undeniable benefit from the war were good roads, they need to be, transport needed to be perfect if they had any chance of beating Joe. There wasn't much to do between here and London, not since they removed the road blocks anyway, so he turned the radio on and tuned it to the 'European Free Network' or more specifically USSR properganda, which usually he wouldn't listen to, but the BBC only had two channels, the home network and the international network...neither of which played music while the EFN was mainly music with occational propaganda messages, which he put up with. It had, and was, illegal to listen to the network but no one really followed that law anymore.

 

OOC: Yup, not much really happened, will be arriving in London on the next post, should be more fun.

[VEGHATERMEATLOVER]

Jason spread out rom the ceiling and watched as the man walked into the room, He saw the gun in his hand. His face changed from a cool mellow appearance to a slightly shocked apperance, He regained his self and walked towards the man. A slight smirk washed across his face for a second.

 

He waved his hand to his left and with a flat palm he struck the man in the wrist, throwng the gun across into the corner of the room.

 

"Who are you and where is this?" he breathed slowly.

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Monty bit down on the cyanide capsule, he had never been much with a gun, it was why he became a desk clerk rather than an infantry man. He gave a few seconds for the capsule to fully drain into his system then spat the broken glass at the would be interrogator. "Rot in hell red scum." The prisoner's hand twitched ready to shoot, then realisation dawned on his face and he lent back, resting on his laurels...It was then than Monty pulled the pin from the grenade on his belt, less on purpose than as the first spasm rocked though his body as the cyanide began to take effect. He knew that he had less than ten seconds to live anyway so collapsed, ready for the painless explosion...three seconds and counting.

[VEGHATERMEATLOVER]

Jason saw the man as he seemed to die infront of him, The grenade fell on the floor with a faint clang.

 

He looked and it and tryed to run to the door, It was closed but wasn't locked. He pushed, He pushed.

 

3....

 

He pushed more, He kicked it. No response

 

2.....

 

He tried to pull the door, It started to open

 

1.....

 

The grenade detonated, Fire engulfed the room for an instant, A flash of light.

Jason was pushed into the door with tremendous force, The shrapnel stuck into his arm.

He closed his eyes, he knew he was going to die.

 

He pulled the door open, He stumbled towards the exit, holding his bleeding arm.

He needed to survive, He found the first room, Kicked the door down. It was an office.

 

 

He felt tired, he felt his conciousnuss nearly slip away from him, He searched the drawers.

 

Paper, Paper, Paper, Gun

 

He needed something to help him

 

He pulled the gun out and then he felt his eyes close,

 

He lay against the office floor, Covered in blood. He was going to die.

 

 

((Anyone going to post?))

Edited October 17, 2009 by Hextriplet