Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

Author	Comment
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/14/2008 1:39:46 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning Neil is intrigued by the sudden explosion of his soda cup. He kind of frowns. He looks up at Szyren. Neil: Hey, did that really happen or am I hallucinating again?
Szyren Phoenix in Training 3/14/2008 1:40:11 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 122	RE: The Reckoning Szyren jumps, taken aback by the exploding cup, raises an eyebrow and takes his hand anyways.  Instead of shaking it, she just gives him a good look in the eyes. Szyren: The chiropractor sounds like the last thing you said to me about your to-hit list.  When was the last time you slept, Neil? Not that it's any of my business, but you seem to be altogether missing that little light behind your eyes that would mean you're really awake.  I don't want to have to kill things for you and end up taking all your hard earned tape. She squeezes his hand and releases it and wipes the grim from it on her backpack. Sometimes you get a better perspective of things when they're up-side-down.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/14/2008 1:56:04 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning Neil: Uhhhhhhhhh. He stares off into space. His brain can be heard working. He finally looks back at her. Neil: I don't remember. He looks at root beer all over the ground. Neil: If that had root beer--uhh, caffeine--I'd be good to go for another week. He thinks about dropping to the ground and conking out, but decides against it. Neil: Okay, let's go... place. He takes a goosestep and turns on his heel, leaning uncomfortably toward Szyren. Neil: You don't have a car, do you?
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 3/14/2008 1:58:46 AM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 96	RE: The Reckoning For kairne if he still needs it... Full Name: Chris Storms/John Gibson/Jake Conner/Megan Kirate/Tom Fender DOB: Unknown Race: Human Last Known Residence: Unknown Occupation: Mercenary No known history. That's about all any "authorities" would have on record. They're from Meeriad which is a planet power-hungry politicians hate because of the truly free societies on it. Any government entities that emerge to quell freedoms are quickly squashed by the people or SG&C. Governments are very, very limited and not allowed to stick their noses in anyone's business, basically.
Szyren Phoenix in Training 3/14/2008 2:07:23 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 122	RE: The Reckoning Szyren purses her lips and looks about for a vehicle of some sort.  The first thing she sees is a rather shoddy looking van, parked a few feet down the road outside a rather shadey looking apartment.  Hotwiring a car isn't so different from stealing a ship. Szyren: Oh... yeah.  I have a car.  You think you can make it to that... brown, umm, van, just over there? She doesn't know what type the van is.  That sort of thing never interested her.  As long as it functioned to some degree, that was all she needed to know. She slips an arm around what she could reach of Neil's back and tries to help support him to the car.  Once they reach it, she cups her hands to passanger side window and peers in. The back of the van has been stripped of seats, and, instead filled with boxes and boxes of guns and the ammo needed to turn a small neighborhood into swiss cheese. Szyren: Yup! This one's mine! (Or will be in about three minutes) She looks up to the apartment complex, hoping that the real owner doesn't have any travel plans for the day.  All she really needs is enough time to get away. Sometimes you get a better perspective of things when they're up-side-down.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/14/2008 3:29:29 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning By some fluke spike in his abilities of perception, he determines that Szyren seems to be concerned about his ability to remain awake, asking him if he can make it to a van some fifteen feet away. Neil: Uh. I'm fine? He feels his eyelids drooping; his jaw going slack. They make it to the van and he watches as she does something to the door lock with two oddly shaped pins. That looks really familiar. Oh! It's a lockpick set. He starts chuckling for no outwardly apparent reason. The doors are soon unlocked and he climbs into the passenger seat, clearly undisturbed by the fact that they are stealing someone's van, and conks out instantaneously. A moment later his head shoots up, eyes wide. He hands her his cell phone and a piece of paper, on which is written directions to the chiropractor. He returns to sleep. (Well, I assumed you'd pick the lock, so I took the liberty of writing it.)
Szyren Phoenix in Training 3/14/2008 3:51:07 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 122	RE: The Reckoning Szyren nods vaguely in Neil's general direction as she sets to work unlocking the door.  Once inside, she rips open the panel beneath the steering wheel, and, for lack of a screwdriver, connects the yellow wire to the black wire and, viola! The engine turns over with a loud roar and Szyren giggles mischievously. Szyren takes the directions and the cell phone from Neil, pockets the phone (and hopes he doesn't accuse her of stealing it when he wakes up), and starts down the street.  She notes that the van seems to be running on empty, and hopes silently that it gets them to their destination. She tries the radio, the stereos make a static hiss before popping and going completely silent.  Probably blown by its previous owner. She doesn't know where she's going and relies heavily on the directions, only getting turned around twice.  As they roll into a parking lot fifteen mintues later, the engine backfires and dies with a crack like a gunshot.  Szyren slides down in her seat, trying not to draw any attention. She leans over and shakes her passenger vigorously. Szyren: Hey, Neil... we're here. Sometimes you get a better perspective of things when they're up-side-down.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/14/2008 10:40:53 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning Neil: You thought I was going to say 'I don't want to go to school, ma' didn't you? Well I want to stay home and bake cookies with you! He dramatically operates the slide of his Glock, ejecting a round. He tries to catch it, but it falls between the door and the seat. He looks for no more than a second, and looks back at Szyren. Neil: Let's go crack our backs. He climbs out of the van, shocking himself multiple times on the door handle screw as he drags across the cloth seat. He picks the cartridge up off the ground and stuffs it in his pocket. When he realizes there's probably plenty of people that wouldn't be too happy about a guy brandishing a firearm, he reholsters. He crosses the parking lot to the chiropractor's office. A swarm of men begin to approach the door. He stops and watches them. One of them forces his way to the front of the group. Man: You're Neil Castle? Neil blinks a lot, as if thinking hard. Neil: I think so. I didn't get enough sleep. He points over his shoulder with his thumb, at Szyren. Neil: She woke me up. One of the men angrily approaches Szyren. Burly man: You don't wake a man up, ma'am. It's very rude.
Szyren Phoenix in Training 3/14/2008 10:55:10 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 122	RE: The Reckoning As Neil is being dramatic with his glock, Szyren is searching the boxes in the back for the biggest fragging gun she can operate with one hand.  She settles with a Beretta Px4 Storm SubCompact, though she doesn't know that that's what it's called and despite the fact that it isn't actually all that big. She sticks the thing behind her back, in the same nook where she stored Neil's Jack Daniels not half an hour earlier. She watches the men exchange words, not hearing what they say, and stands her ground as the burly man approaches her.  When he's done, checks herself to make sure she hasn't already rolled her eyes. Szyren:  Well, it was either wake him or let him sleep, and since he's here to make sure someone doesn't assassinated by a certain someone else, I figured the best thing to do would be to wake him up.  And have you considered breath mints?  Just cuz you're all big and hardcore doesn't give a right to bad hygeine.  Not that I smell so great myself, right now, but that's because I just got finished blowing up a WarWagon.  What's your excuse? Szyren puts her hands on her hips expectantly and taps her foot on the ground for full effect.  She figures the worst he can do is to take a swing at her, which will only land him flat on his back. Szyren: I'm with Mr. Castle, if you don't mind. Sometimes you get a better perspective of things when they're up-side-down.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 3/14/2008 11:04:31 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Reckoning The man's face boils furiously, pouting heavily and scowling harshly, and probably a few more words ending in "ly," before he simply turns and returns to the rear of the group. Neil: So should my wonderful assistant-- Neil removes the ridiculous tophat on his head and forces it onto Szyren's, thereby making her his assistant according to the laws of a certain nomadic tribe of stage magicians in the deserts of Gekel. Neil: --and I go interrogate Mr. Inaka's chiropractor before he submits himself to the whims of the man dealing directly with his spine? Kyzer Inaka himself speaks from concealment somewhere inside the group. Kyzer: Yes. Use every method necessary, including... Spaghetti-O's. Neil: Jeepers cats. I couldn't bring myself to that. Kyzer: I'm paying you to do it... if you have to. Neil: Yes sir! You should come in out of the bullets. He turns and pushes through the door of the office.

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