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Post by dirk on Aug 2, 2024 17:56:25 GMT
The last thing Dirk remembers is putting on his outfit. His dark blue jersey and white shorts, adidas sambas on. He dressed like someone's dad. Moreover, he was sitting infront of his computer. He'd made a beat earlier that morning, and set aside the task of recording vocals for later. He'd gotten in the habit of balancing his hobbies as of late, and instinctively "got it" when he switched one to the other on his days off.
The protestant work ethic still had a death-grip on him. He knew a few people who played games, certainly. And it was up to him to find a new thing for him and the lads to play with.
Somehow, his entire world froze. Ground to a halt. He was in his flat, a tiny one-bedroom fit for a single man. Years passed by, while he seemingly disappeared. Only to awake all of a sudden to a smoggy, amber-colored sky out his window.
He stepped outside, football kit on, and rubbed his eyes, as he awoke from a nap. It all seemed like a dream, and inspired both awe and terror in him. He looked around, and started to panic.
"...What the hell..."
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Post by Jade Callisto on Aug 3, 2024 15:12:03 GMT
 As the young man named Dirk stumbled upon the torn up city of Gothica an unfamiliar face came out from the alleyway nearby. It was another young man, probably around Dirk's age dressed in what looked like classic hardcore biker punk gear with the black leather jacket, blue jeans and even a yellow scarf around his neck. Pointed shades finished off his look as his rather spiked brown hair and yellow scarf started to move in the wind. "Hey you lost or something?" came a concerned sounding voice from the young man in front of Dirk. The air started to get more moisture as a few rain droplets started to fall. Looking upward toward the ever darkening sky as rain clouds gathered the young man thumb-pointed behind him toward the alleyway. "Whatever, we can do introductions later, another storm is about to whip up. I can tell you aren't exactly from around here so feel free to crash at my place for now, it's a little bar down that alleyway called The Bronze Bullet. First drink is free for new customers." He said with a half smirk before walking off toward that same alleyway before looking back at Dirk. "Don't worry, the only things that bite are the drinks sometimes." he joked before walking off. |
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Post by dirk on Aug 5, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
Gothica. A twisted mockery of home. Lampposts that truly looked like lamps, an amber sky dotted with black clouds. Dead plants strewn around, and the silence felt deafening. Dirk looked around, and instinctively decided he didn't like this place. Scared, sad and mad all at once that he woke up here all of a sudden.
A young man entered the fray, biker attire and pointed shades coming to the fore. Dirk nodded at him, but he seemed on-guard, arms folded and closed off to him. He had no idea what to do or say until the man started talking. "I'm so far away from home right now. And I don't know if I can go back."
At the man's insistence, Dirk followed down the alley, football cleats gripping cobbled road. He sighed, before putting on a smile. A guinness with a perfect pour, sweat on the glass was calling his name. "Yeah... thanks. I could use a cold one right now."
He pushed through the door, and looked around.
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Post by Jade Callisto on Aug 5, 2024 18:37:07 GMT
As the two entered the bar they would be greeted upon the sight of a rather quaint little setup of many bar stools set upon a fancy looking bar table along with dimmed lights to match the setting. Getting himself behind the counter he would get ready for his newest patron's potential order. A few more patrons came in after the two, seeing as the wind outside had picked up suddenly along with rain that was pouring very much hard on the roof above them. Water trickled down the sides of the building as more people started shuffling in from the incoming storm, likely here for more than just a drink considering the size of this storm. "Yeah it has been this way for a few months now. People have been using this place as a make-shift shelter of sorts. But don't let that bother you, plenty of room and supplies in here to last us." the man said before rubbing his chin in thought. "Right I forgot to introduce myself. Name's Bruce White, and you my good sir?" he would inquire to Dirk to ask his name.
"Also what would you like to drink? The special of the house is the Bronze Brandy, served in 6 shot glasses. See the reason I called the place The Bronze Bullet is actually a reference to the old wild west stories I have heard as a kid. That and I came up with a phrase for the special. 'Welcome to the Bronze Bullet, come here to get your shots' was what I made up for it. Thus the Bronze Brandy comes in 6 shot glasses like a six-shooter pistol would have actual bullets, pretty clever right? Well I think I talked your ear off enough, sorry about that."
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Post by dirk on Aug 8, 2024 21:09:14 GMT
Dirk stood there in the doorway, blinking. The streets were dreary and desaturated, trees giving way to gnarled limbs that looked like band logos. And here he was, faced with an amber-tinted, fully stocked bar. He slowly made his way in, walking over to a barstool. His jersey shone in the light, dark blue with a gold stripe down either side.
At his request for an introduction, Dirk gently spun the stool to flash the back of his jersey. SID emblazoned in gold on the back. "Dirk Sidney, Sid's fine. I make music in my spare time, but I'm midfield for Wimbledon FC... was. Was, last time I checked my email. Just got invited for tryouts." Email. What a thing that was.
All the while, he listened to Bruce talk about the drinks. While there was a specialty, a clear right answer... He spoke up, a little grin on his face. "Vodka-cran, like the sailors do."
!!! PWR: 12 [E] DEF: 10 [F] SPD: 11 [E] MAGI: 10 [F] VIT: 10 [F] WIL: 11 [E] LUCK: 0
{Tiger Jersey}This Jersey gives your combat suit a blue coloring and causes your [Signature Move] to be a flying kick attack. You move at your [SPD] and deal your [PWR] damage to the first enemy hit. {Earth Cleats}These Cleats give your combat suit a golden coloring and causes your [Signature Move] to deal Earth damage. It also buffs your [PWR] by 1 rank when you activate the attack. This buff lasts for 1 post.
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Post by Jade Callisto on Aug 9, 2024 12:49:57 GMT
Bruce did not even flinch when he ordered a different drink than the one he made a dumb sales pitch about. Truth be told, even he found his own antics a little cringe as some say. He quickly got to work on the drink Sid requested, free for the first drink as always. "So Sid, you strike me as someone who just got their powers, care to try them out on a little problem we are having?" he smirked as he got the vodka-cran ready. "See these storms are not naturally caused, they are actually caused by a pack of monsters called the Stormhawks. Take care of them then I'll give you free drinks for a year, plus some money on top of that. Sound good?" Bruce was a civilian alright but he was also assigned a job by Earth chan to give out quests when he felt it important. As Bruce said that a window display popped up in front of Dirk asking to confirm if he will take the quest or not. "Anyways here is your drink, Vodka-cran like the sailors have it. Free for the first one of course." Bruce said handing him the drink. [break][break] [nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] Accept the Quest? [break][break] — TUTORIAL ZONE: DOWNPOUR — [break][break] LOCATION: STREETS OF GOTHICA [break]
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Post by dirk on Aug 10, 2024 7:42:26 GMT
He looked a little confused at that. Powers. He felt more or less the same. All the while, Bruce kept talking. "...Powers. Well, those birds are gonna be a pain in my ass later if I don't stop em now." Email open in one tab, finding a "new game" in another. Wasn't that something. A quest notification popped up infront of him, prompting Dirk to click ACCEPT. The quest notification disappeared into... a menu. "This is the game. I found a copy, I was gonna do a bit and tell the lads about it..." He blinked a couple times, the bar glass sliding infront of him.
Dirk started to sip at it, all the while rolling up the sleeves on his jersey. A goofy grin spread across his face, as he saw a menu pop up. His numbers looked a little wonky, but he saw the big class header, [Fighting Striker]. He grinned, and glanced down at his shoes, his sneakers that now looked like the cleats he wore on the pitch. He looked up at Bruce. "Let me at 'em."
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