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It didn't? I thought I made that clear... ok. Let me tweek my post and then I'll post a response accordingly.
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Well Sev, I'll have you in a min.
And I thought Striker was with Chrysalis...
Scythe's post confuses me as if I am still at the city sqaure with Chrysalis. I'm not, I ran to the far corner of the city that hasn't been rebuilt yet. Either Scythe edits the post or I move on as if nothing happens. I'm sorry, guys. Little things like this get to me. This is what I meant about attention to details.
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I am unable to post until someone interacts with me.
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I predict Striker and Free are going to have a little of a falling out? Eagger to read your next post! ^^
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Well, I was merely suggesting that you change your post like as if you pursued him as he ventured into the still ruined section of the city... that is if you want...
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I love how you entirely forget about me.
You didn't see my post on the previous page? If you are referencing the fact that Striker is ignoring you then you should read that, please.
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Dido and I ask because I might make Striker MIA for while if he goes about that transformation we discussed (not giving spoliors :3). So I may subsitute him for a "filler" character in his absence.
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Are we looking at a time lapse anytime soon?
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Sorry about leaving you behind Eclipse but I saw my opprotunity to advance my own story. How Twilight reads into how Striker is feeling and if she goes after him dictates how I will proceed with him. I may begin to set him on the honorable path or let him succumb to darkness one more time. Eitherway I plan to have him "born again," in a way. When that happens... lets just say that he would put the best of the best of the GEF, RLF, and Freelancers to shame.
I know I said it already but I am so excited about this whole RP!!! ^^
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Hey Scythe, I'm not anywhere near you unless you ran after me. I'm far away from the city square. you might want to edit your post, just sayin. ^^
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<Twilight Sparkle (Equinia, Main Square)
The distraught mare looked past the barrel of the revolver, gazing right into Striker's anguished face. Yet again, the memories of having seen hundreds of others with similar expressions of hatred and pain clouded her thoughts. The rain from above drenched her mane and face, the skies gray and distant, very much like the day when...when she had been forced to watch as her old life died. However, despite the circumstances, she was glad for the drizzle...it hid her own tears from the others. A sad gleam shone gently in the depths of her eyes, and she lowered them from his slowly. [colour=#008000]"You... you of all ponies... was the dreaded Red Fox? You... you are a disgrace Twilight to all of Equestria and now your history means nothing to me. Tell me, 'Red Fox;' I now know about Lunar Cross' part in this and the NEO uprising... his formation of the abomination that is the GEF but... how far back does your treachery go? Were you an active member in the NEO? Were you there when they razed Canterlot to the ground? Are your hooves stained with the blood of my fellow brothers in arms? WERE YOU THE ONE WHO TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME?!?! TELL ME NOW!!!"[/colour] The words drew a torrent of emotional pain inside her, for she knew that she had no good answer for the angered stallion. The world seemed to shrink to only the space around herself and Striker, her mind finding it difficult to focus and to keep control of herself.
Twilight's jaws clenched slightly, trying to respond. [colour=#800080]"...I...-" [/colour]She couldn't get anything out, as Striker struck her with his pistol, the pain nearly causing her to go unconscious and she could feel a steady stream of blood coming down from where he had dealt the blow. The crimson liquid stained her gray mane, turning the shades of violet and pink into an odd, blackened colour. Shaking slightly, she raised her head and locked her gaze with Striker's. Seeing him now, she understood his agony...the terrible things he had to endure, but she could also tell that he was selfish in his desire for vengeance, and that such a strong thirst would eventually destroy him. When had she been able to detect such obscure things...? Perhaps it all started with Herald...after all, her magic and grown and flourished with his influence, but she had no control over it. [colour=#008000]"TELL ME!!! I want to hear your guilt before I finally recieve my vengence... I want to hear you plead for mercy like the men I lost before the NEO butchered them... I want you to tell me how sorry you are... I WANT YOU TO TELL ME EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE AFTER I KILL YOU!!!" [/colour]Twilight was so locked in her thoughts that she didn't feel the grazing bullet against her cheek. Grimacing, she muttered her answers in a voice so silent that only Striker could hear them, and even then they were like whispers on a wind.
[colour=#800080]"...yes...I was the Red Fox. My body has been in this conflict since the very beginning, before shortly before the Purge...I joined with the NEO, and my body led them to their triumph, all the way to the destruction of Canterlot. Your brothers and sisters in arms...you can say they all died at my hooves. Was I the one who took everything from you...? My body was the one who took everything from everypony... As for mercy, there is no mercy you can offer me that will stem this pain. Go ahead...and pull the trigger...for all that will be left is a cold corpse, and a husk of a stallion. Be my judge and executioner, Striker...and set me free. Maybe then, I can finally apologize to them..." [/colour]She shifted her gaze from his eyes to the revolver, closing her eyes and patiently waiting for what may come.
[colour=#008000]Capt. Star Striker: Equina Main Square ---> Streets/Back Alleys of Equina[/colour]
(For emotional effect...)
Striker's body becomes paralyzed with Twilight's words. Not even his chest moves from breathing for these agonizingly long moments. He... he can feel a similar pain to his own coming from a mare that he used to respect so highly... then... something else happens... his heart becomes even heavier with pain... not pain of loss... but of regret... guilt... empathy... and something else he can't understand... tears now begin to run down his face. He is torn... part of him wants end the life of the traitor with a great vengence, finally avenge the honor of his fallen and recieve closure... but then... part of him doesn't... for reasons he can't put into words... finally his weapon begins to tremble...
[colour=#008000]-Shoot... no... shoot... no... Shoot... Don't... SHOOT... DON'T... SHOOT... NO!!!-[/colour]
In a flash, Star aims his revolver into the air and fires with a sorrow and pain wracked scream... a scream that would even wrench the hearts of the most hardened stallions... He expells all his ammo and even uncouciously pulls the trigger a few times after. He looks down into her eyes... this... what is this that he is feeling? It hurts... it hurts so much... The tears flow with force Neighagra Fall's. [colour=#008000]"**** IT ALL!!!"[/colour] cries Striker as he throws his weapon to the ground. He turns as runs aimlessly into the city. He continues to run until he comes to a deserted part of the city that still lies in ruin and hasn't been under reconstruction yet in the far corner of the city. He keeps moving until he trips and falls into a pile of debris. He falls face first and manages to cut himself up around his body pretty good although he is not really all the injured but regardless of how injuried he could have been... nothing could compare to the pain that grips his heart so tightly... he proceeds to punch his fore hooves into the rubble in a fit of rage until he looks to the sky. The rain has intensified and is in a full down pour. Striker's uniform is torn, dirty, tattered, and bloodied... has his teary eyes look to the sky he lets out a sorrowful cry that could be heard for at least 2 kilometers. Then... all is quiet except for a lone whimper in the rain...
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you did? 0.o let me check
Well, yes, yes you did. Sorry, lol. Well, there's my post. Sorry since I ignored you in it Draco but you can understand because of Striker's suffering that he won't be listening to you unless you want to edit. Not sure where this will take me but I'm excited. Striker has a heart after all!!! ^^
Anyways, I await the glorious posts that will follow.
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I like what you're doing Draco but I won't post until Twi responds. this is critical to his developement as a character ^^
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I think its time to start recruiting for this RP. This definitely puts a wrench in things.
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Dido, did he say why he left?
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Lol, it seems like you used your only bullet as a grazing-mark, Mustang
also, I have some bad news...seems that Fermata won't be RPing anymore on Canterlot. So, now we need to discuss about what to do about his OCs...we might need a replacement RPer for them, who would be capable of understanding and playing them.Good eye but not quite. He still has that one bullet in his pocket. He made others just in case but that one in particular was made from the bullet that killed Tender Care. I'm saving that. Let's see what happens.
That sux! Well, I'm not good at mult-tasking OC's so please don't make me... ^^"
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Hellz yeah, everyone wants a piece of her...both in the physical fightiing sense and smexy sense
I guess Striker may want both. I don't know, only time will tell... ^^
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"A short barreled bass forty four~..."
Sorry, Marty Robins and stuff.
*Cough* Trail Carbine *Cough*
xD
Woot for New Vegas! ^^
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Lesser of two evils in my opinion, not to sure how much history Draco knows but IMO Celestia overstepped her boundaries by a lot when she gave those orders during the rebellion. Yes Twilight basically killed her mother, but Twilight's mother was essentially the puppet master behind a bloody massacre. I wouldnt want to do the deed myself but If I walked in on my mum eating babies or something I...don't know what I'd do.
And it's a shame that he lost some respect for Twilight, because she really has been having a hard time lately. Honestly, dying would probably be the easy road for her at this point. Draco just saw her pretty close to rock bottom, I personally don't hold people accountable for a lot of things when they are at that point in their lives.
Striker knew about the "incidents" and felt that their nature were highly questionable but he would never break his loyalty. He always trusted in their wisdom and thus his men trust him. So I find your qoute about the RLF being a haven for less than honorable types offensive in a way. Honor is his code.
Along with Draco, in a sorts, Striker lost a lot of respect for Twilight when she took over the GEF but slow he began to develope something for her that he doesn't understand. Now since it is revealed that she was Red Fox nearly all of that is now gone except for his rage and those strange feelings. I'm really not sure how this is gunna go myself but I know for sure that Striker was an emotional wreck before but now his heart is like a battle scarred war-zone. This will prove to be very interesting...
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Striker just stands in angered silence as the events played out. Cross' word stick him like hot sharp knives but it is a foolish ploy. It isn't smart to provoke an already angry Ursa Major... The others begin to speak not allowing Striker to speak his thoughts. Cross is scum however his words about the princesses bring up old doubts about their conduct during what the REA slanged as "The Purge." He admits that he was concerned with the campaigns. They were indeed questionable in motive but it was not his place to undermind his princesses. He was.. IS a loyal soldier. What really cut the Ranger deep was his ignorant speach about the suffering that his people had to endure. Fool... he doesn't understand true suffering... only Striker does in his heart. He lives with that pain everyday. At that point he was tempted to draw his sidearm and blast him full of hot lead but, he holds himself. The Cronarch's words were also prodding the Ranger's pride. He dismisses him with a returned him a "come at me bro" glare. Cross and Twilight proceed to talk about this "Goliath," thing. Sounds like a WMD of sorts but he gets lost and couldn't follow. Then Twilight and Draco exchange heated words. Striker highly disagrees with Twilight's conduct and opinion but can't bring himself to speak out. These feelings he is having towards her are highly irritating him.
(Music for Mood)
Suddenly something strange happens. Free walks up to Twilight out of the blue and reveals a dark secret... Twilight is Red Fox. Striker's eyes widen with shock. His body becomes paralyzed with so many emotions that it nearly stops his heart in a literal sense. Something in him felt like it literally broke at that moment... like a sledgehammer to broken glass... After a few seconds... those pieces of glass burst into flame and his eyes ignite with that all to familiar fiery wrath. Just as suddenly, Cross vanishes and his white prison dissapates and they are back in the Main Square however, Striker is unphased. By this time the sun became hidden by clouds and a steady rain began to fall. He hastily walks up to Twilight and draws his revolver, rapidly loads the red tipped ammunition with "RED FOX" etched into the casings, and aims between her eyes. His hoof shakes with rage but with something else he can't explain. He hesitates to shoot as water drips from his weapon... [colour=#008000]"You... you of all ponies... was the dreaded Red Fox? You... you are a disgrace Twilight to all of Equestria and now your history means nothing to me. Tell me, 'Red Fox;' I now know about Lunar Cross' part in this and the NEO uprising... his formation of the abomination that is the GEF but... how far back does your treachery go? Were you an active member in the NEO? Were you there when they razed Canterlot to the ground? Are your hooves stained with the blood of my fellow brothers in arms? WERE YOU THE ONE WHO TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME?!?! TELL ME NOW!!!" [/colour]Striker roars as the weapon shakes in his hoof. His breathing becomes labored and heavy with anger. His eyes burn with the urge for vengence. After a few seconds of silence he pistol whips Twilight with a furious blow. [colour=#008000]"TELL ME!!! I want to hear your guilt before I finally recieve my vengence... I want to hear you plead for mercy like the men I lost before the NEO butchered them... I want you to tell me how sorry you are... I WANT YOU TO TELL ME EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE AFTER I KILL YOU!!!" [/colour] His voice hints of great anger but more so pain and suffering. Those last words come with a single subtle tear hidden by the rain only visable to Twilight. Those were similar to the final words of his love before she was killed... [colour=#FFA500]"Shhh[/colour][colour=#ffa500]... it's ok. You are gonna be fine, hunny..."[/colour] His heart wrenches at the pain... visions of Tender's corpse in his arms flash before his eyes... He fires off a single round that grazes Twilight's cheeks and creates a small cut. [colour=#008000]"Tell me..."[/colour] he angrily commands in a softer but very painful voice... another lone tear drips from his eye only visable to Twilight. His aim then steadies as he awaits her possible confession...
(Sorry if I kinda modded the action there. If needed I will edit.)
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Someone needs to shoot Striker with a tranq dart.
Who am I kidding? With Two Steps from Hell playing you'd need every god in existence to stop Striker's rage.
I did model part of his personality around this guy... ^^
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Hehe, thanks guys ^^ although, did you have Striker purposely misunderstand Lunar on the GEF Founding scrap? I just want to make sure, because Lunar said he was one of the founders of the Federation. You know what, nvm...even if that isn't the case, don't edit your post. It will actually work for my next one...
I guess I did misread that but regardless I think it works since anypony in that situation would have selective hearing. lol
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I'm getting in on this Star! ^^
Name: Rose
Sex: Female
Age: Young/Middle Aged Mare
Species: Earth Pony
Eye colour: Grass Green
Coat colour: Chocolate Brown
Mane/Tail/Markings colour & Style: Medium length mane and tail. Rose red colored and straight. Brushed but a little messy for style. She has a scar over her right eye.
(General appearance): She wears a black cowboy hat and dark red and black striped vest. They look a little worn and broken-in from her travels. (Have a picture soon!)
(Cutiemark): A golden revolver with a rose wrapped around it.
(View of the Law): No opinion. Sometimes the law pays well... in bits.
(Weapons/Fighting style): Rose's specialty is her long-range-modded repeating rifle that fires a heavy .45-70 Gov't round. She nicknamed her rifle Paciencia which translates into "patience" in an old dead western language (Spanish.) She hand loads the bullets herself packing in a larger power charge for increased range and bullet velocity. She carries two types of ammunition for her rifle: hollow point copper rounds for soft targets and tungsten tipped armor piercing rounds for armored targets or if she knows that they are hiding behind a wall.
She also carries light double-action, swing-out cylinder .44 magnum revolver. She custom ordered it from an Appoloosan gunsmith emphasing weight reduction. It has a light/striped down frame and cylinder with an ash wood grip. The weapon is very light and quick on the draw but tends to overheat easily when fired repeatedly.
Lastly she has her trusty survival/utility knife. Its a standard heavy full-tang blade with a sawback.
Rose perfers to fight at range with her infamous rifle but can hold her own up close. She won many bar fights when she was younger. Some bars around Appoloosa know her as Whiskey Rose because of her drink of choice and the fact that her cheeks get red when she drinks. However, nopony dares to call her that to her face or even mutter it when around. That just asks for a hoof in the groin.
--- Paciencia
--- "The Light .44"
--- Survival Knife
(Lifelong dream as Western Frontier pony/whatever they are): Rose really doesn't have any thoughts about her future. She lives day to day completing contracts for more and more bits. Money is her only motivation. Subconciously she want's so finally settle down and buy her own ranch if she ever retires.
(History): Rose was born on a ranch north of Appoloosa. Her mother died soon after from TB so she was raised soley by her father. He taught her to shoot and live off the land when she was very young until one day bandits raided their ranch and killed her pa. Hiding under her bed, she sprang out at the sight of her father's murder with the .357 revolver her father bought her and mercilessly killed them all, avenging her father. She buried him on the ranch and then torched it marking the end of her past life. That Rose wilted. Since then she became a wandering mercenary who's loyalty belonged to the highest bidder which is how she got her cutie-mark.
(Personality): Rose is a rather emotionless individual. All the emotion she ever expreienced and ever will experience is buried and locked away since that fateful night. With the absence of her father, Rose had to fend for herself and quickly she came to realize that there are only two things you can trust in this world. Your bits and your bullets. Rose's true loyalty is to bits. Bits provide for you and they protect you, they also can't betray you. Never once has she not been paid. Rose always gets what she is owed.
Another New Vegas reference but I think this song best describes her. ^^
I couldn't make a picture so I found the closest thing to her. Just imagine this is Rose with the features I mentioned since she obviously isn't AJ. ^^
(First time RP'ing as a mare so... wish me luck. ^^)
Revolution: A Hoof in the Dark (Revised: Open, Apply in OOC)
in Free For All Roleplay
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As Striker kneels alone in the rain he feels his heart tearing in two and his spirit crumbling before him. His perserverence has abandoned him... [colour=#006400]"Why... why do I feel this way... why couldn't I kill her... this pain... I want it to go away..."[/colour] Suddenly a voice emerges from behind Striker and surprises the broken soldier. He hides his crying as he looks over his shoulder to the Queen of the Changelings. [colour=#008000]"Chrysalis... what are you doing here? Why did you follow me?" [/colour]he asks coldly to his old enemy.