The Sleepers (A MLA RP Production)
 

You...well, it can't necessarily be called waking up can it? You were awake a second ago, and you're awake now, except between that second, everything changed. Was Hell ever described as being pure white? Did descriptions of Heaven mention total nothingness?

As you try and regain yourself in the blankness you see a strange device quickly emerge from the (wall? void? aether?) that shoots near your head, a long metallic machination that plunges into your skull, painlessly. A second after the strange device leaves your sight, a woman shimmers into place. She is a woman of obviously great beauty and intelligence, but if anything she is too perfect, as if nothing could have birthed something this great. Her mouth moves but the words she says, even though they make no sense to you, do not come from there, instead seeming to be forced at you from all angles, a cacophony of gibberish that won't stop. But soon the angel (or the most exquisite demon) begins to speak understandably. Not your native, tongue, but still the words are clear.

"...I think they said the serum would start to kick in around now. First off, Hello." She nods as if to confirm the pleasantry was sent in friendship. "I hope you didn't mind the serum injection. I've been informed that its virtually painless. It's also the only way to get someone like you ready to accept this news, so if you feel a slight sudden elation, don't worry."

You don't know what kind of 'serum' you received, but it is soothing. You almost don't mind the fact that this entire situation is the most surreal experience ever.

"Well, the systems indicate your ready, so here goes nothing. Stop me if I go too fast." She seems to sigh, but you know she doesn't need to breathe. "This is the year 2173. You can do the math to figure out how far away from your life is. We don't really know who we're pulling through the portals with the kind of technology we scrapped together. We just know that we need whoever comes through. We need you."

What is she talking about? 2173...that’s...that can't be right, can it?

"I'm going too fast. It's 2173, or A.L. 47 if you want to use the proper terminology for the Leader's society. Anyways, I'm the main computer for the Underground, the main force opposing the Leader and the Tribunal." She sees your dazed look. "I am horrible aren't I? Access to all the data in the world and I forget back-story. I suppose you don't know about the War. I don't know which Wars happened in your time, but imagine a battle with more casualties than WW4 and twice the destruction of The Omega Battle. All that was left was bits and pieces, history wiped out in place of a bleak future. It was horrible for all, but some managed to get back in the swing, gain power quickly and force their way into the top positions, people who adored power over underlings. The one with the most power was The Leader. He made pacts with the androids and various nomad clans, gathering them under his umbrella of power. Soon his word was law, his being the standard for time.”

Even though she’s unnatural, she still looks humanly sad. Still, she hasn’t explained what’s actually going on.

“It was all the Underground could do to survive. The Leader was relentless. We eventually had to submit to his coding. Which is where you finally come in. We needed people who didn’t have numbers, didn’t have identities, didn’t exist. But where to get them? Everyone in the present is coded. And then we found this machine. Made before The War apparently. No instruction manual, but a few trial and errors we managed to get it right, even though we don’t really know where or when we pull people from.”

The serum is wearing off. Or part of it. You can still understand her, you’re just losing that happiness, that innocence. Instead, cold understanding is setting in.

“Well, the serum is almost gone it seems. I can stop mincing words. We need you. A bomb planted in the Leader’s house apparently had no effect except to make him mad. They’ve started an unknown ‘Project Aries’. All we now of Aries is that it all but guarantees the Underground’s demise. We need people who can sneak in undetected. We need ghosts.”

As you muse over her request, she shimmers again, appearing with a sheet of likewise shimmering paper.

“I’ll need some information. Mostly for the sake of the other people you’ll be working with. I’ll read off the needed information, you just say the answers. My codename is Aurellia by the way. Now, I’ll need…
Your Name: for obvious reasons,
Time Frame From: for research,
Weapons Needed: we can provide many modern equivalents if needed,
Personality: to see how compatible you’ll be, and don’t try lying,
Short Biography: again, for compatibilities sake.”

You begin to read off the necessary information...

Aurellia, what a pretty name

"My name? Oh, its Laharl Clamortan
The Last date I remember was 1984
My weapons? Um well, I was training for close quarters combat, your usual machine gun and everything, though if this is really 2173, I wouldn't mind a plasma gun.
My personality? Well, people usually tell me I am a bit to eager to get into battle, and that really need to settle down with a girl, but thats not happening. I consider myself a people person, but then again I get slapped more than you could ever imagine.
My past? Well, I lived your normal life, joined the army at teh age of 18 for the college money, and I was near the end of training is about the last I remember."

This is very strange

OOC: That was the first time I ever RPed my character sheet.

"Well that serum of yours was mighty fine, its not whiskey and for that I thank you, if'n you could tell me where I can get some more. It would be my pleasure to make it up to you. And as far as signing my name on paper I could make my mark for you but I don't think that would help you much. How bout I just tell you whats what.

"My Name Is Charles P. Turner but my friends", He looks her up and down casually and visibly drunk, "they all call me Chance Turner, Chance for short.

"I'm not sure what you mean by time frame but the last thing I remember is me and the boys just got through on a major score off'n a bank in williamson county, we were back at Lucy's Place its a house of feminine wiles if you catch my drift, anyway we're the wildest gang out of texas after Billy the kid's, we've been riding since 1878 and we been together for 2 years now.1880 sounds bout right.

"And don't worry your pretty little head bout my weapons I already have the finest six shooters in all of the west." he reaches into his holsters and pulls out nothing. "Actually Miss upon further introspection into the matters of weaponry I could use some pistols. But if you got rifles or shotguns I'm a mighty fine shot with those as well. Don't worry bout me though I can use whatever you give me.

"I'm the kind of man who is your best friend, I'm a quick to draw, slow to anger fella. I never have or will run from a fight, and if'n my gangs in trouble I'll come a running. But as for being a ghost that ain't really my style but for you, I'll try. I've never been caught by Lawmen or bounty hunter alike so I'm sure I'll muddle on through.

"And as for me I was born in the south but I was raised in the west. I've been an outlaw since I could shoot a gun straight but I'm not thief, I take what I can get fair and square. I've killed a few men here and there but given the shot they'd of killed me dead. I'm bout 20 now, more or less, and I've known my share of women. How bout you?"

ooc: this by far seems like the most interesting thing around. I'm looking forward to more and if there are any problems let me know.

The man rolls his shoulder loostening it up a bit. "My name? I'm called Cort, Cort Crow. Last time I checked it was the turn of the century, good ol 1900. As for weapons, If there's a firearm I can't use, I havn't picked it up and used it yet. Not to mention knives. Occupational requirement, I'm a bounty hunter."

"I've been roaming around the United states of america, and ranging into Mexico. Tracking down every lowlife varment that I could get a reward for, Dead or Alive. I'm pretty much a loan wolf. I don't take orders, except from money. I keep my hair black, and my beard full. Also I'm a smoker, so I hope you guys still got sticks in this turned up world. Also, I don't care what you people say, but the hat, dosn't leave my head."

"I am Mihaly Levente, of the Magyar People. It has been fifteen years since i could ride on my own, and forty since my father could ride. I am proficient with the blade, but prefer the bow in combat. My family tells me I am headstrong and need guidance lest I ride off a cliff in my excitement, but then again many of the younger are this way.This place is strange yet comforting, my friends call me Miska."

Markus Tobias was in a daze, he spoke almost as if he couldn’t control himself. “First General, Markus Tobias, 2nd infantry of the Greek army, under the command of King Exander Philippou of Macedonia. My shield, my Falcata and my life are my weapons. I have been with my king and commander since the fall of Persia, I am a warrior but I always favor peace over death. Originally a slave to the Greeks I was freed by Exander. With nothing more in front of me or behind, I followed him. He saved my life, and now I offer mine in service to him. I am of 23 years of age with wife and child. I await my return to my olive orchard with great enthusiasm. I am Markus Tobias.”

Wow, didn't really expect IC answers in the signup...but ok.

Inbred: Plasma guns are ok, but its like in Halo (i.e. shoo too much at one time and they'll overheat in your face). Normal machine guns and the such are available.

BlindMime: First off, fuck you for taking the Western spot We wanted (thats anger at Ourselves for not posting sooner, not at you). Also, your guy can have six-shooters with about the strength of a small cannon (think the gun Will Smith has in MIB). Just watch out for that recoil.

Mintaro: Knives and handguns available upon request.

Geos: Since you didn't specify whatever weapons you wanted, any melee weapon you can think of would be all futuristic-like (not lightsabers, but close).

Also, forgot to mention it in the first post, but your trip was one way (so its not "Please help us" its "Welcome to the future, suit up for your new life) and you CAN have a magical character (since one of the major generals is a crazed shaman), but not a warrior-mage.

Our guy will be up shortly.

Darn, I was hoping you would keep up the RPing in the sign-up sheet My Lead Airbag. Well whatever, how do the plasma guns look? Are they like normal guns with plasma or they look like Halo guns or something else?

(OOC: Hooha! Got the Ronin!)

Samoht Taryon blew some of his long black hair from his face, the rest of the hair lying in a ponytail along his back.

"My name is Samoht Taryon. I'm a high Ronin of the year 1601, the Feudal Era of Japan. My blade and chain have made me legendary amongst both noble and peasant alike. No arrow has touched me, and no steel has cut my skin. Though not a man who goes looking for fights, if you bring one to me, I'll cut you down where you stand. I was just clearing out a group of bandits that had been attacking merchants when you brought me here."

From the other two guys I talked to it was theirs too. (mintaro and geos.) So sorry, I'll try to play him well enough so thats it alright I took the slot. And just from the way the signup was written I assumed it was in character sign-up. and as far as supplies go for my character other then the guns and the bullets he would probably want body armor.

Also I like that we follow reverse terminator time-line rules where its one-way and not any kind of timewriters time-line style since that was just silly.