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 Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 1:08 pm
Pulling a heavy sled across the frozen flatland Mr. resurgam fights his way through a small antarctic storm an all too common thing out in the middle of nowhere he is probably the only man on this continent but still he keeps his edge and his manners still smiling as the harsh winter storm blows past his frozen face his white business suit not able to handle the weather as it just flaps and dangles from the wind.Knowing that it wouldnt be smart to continue blindly into the whiteout he strops and crouches behind his sled and slowly reaches around his waste and pulls his haevy duffle bag around his left side and reaches with his right hand to open the duffle bag but realizes he is still holding his gun so in his blunder he attempts to put the in his holster but the gun was almost frozen to his hand he made a sharp and painful move prying the gun from his very cold hands he doesn't break his composer and he smiled through the pain.Once he recovers from the pain he takes his duffle bad and empties it out he holding his M14 down so it would not fall out he know he needs to take care of his gun so he gets out his snow shovel and scoops ten large shovels of snow away from the ground that he was crouching over.He takes the moved snow and compacts it in the direction of the wind taking the fallen out materials from his bag and placing them in a little snow shelve that he had so cleverly scooped out of his little snow shelter then he takes his emptied out duffel bag and moves his M14 away as he slips in it about three quarters the way he zips it up like a small sleeping bag the toasty little shelter should make due until the storm ends.
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Assassin Hatsume generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 1:47 pm
[Random Caravan Activated]
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The whistling wind blew without mercy up against what would appear to be a large two headed cow & two other figures tagging along with on the protected side of the large rud brown bull. They were attempting to shelter themselves from the stormy wind even though they carried much clothing on their bodies to cover against the snow; their eyes & nose still felt the bite the ice took from them. The horned bull itself was in discomfort but treaded along as if all was another day on the unforgivable waists, his long tail swiping left to right as wind beaten up against his right side and his company companions walked alongside his left. He was a protective wall, and a sack bag of goods all in one. Having a custom sack-pack that hooked over his skinny spinal cord and allowed the massive bags to hang down on his ribecages; his people put many things in the bags. Clothing of spiked leather, normal leathers. sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, masks & three different sorts of hats: A cowboy style, fluffy rabbit skin, and armored steel hat. They also have a luxury of stored food on the other sided pouch; mainly of water bottles of not the cleanest but drinkable reliability.... And many fatty chucks of seal,whale, and other frozen blubbery meat cuts. For weapons it was a low setup, a large thick oak stick that tapered down to a sharp point, Another 'wand' like wooden staff, & a Low grade steel mace with short bulky spike stumps on the 'ball'. No ammo was found unfortunately, and they only carried 2 stimpaks with them and 3 uses of jet for the junkies....
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The guard was a young adolescent man at about the age of 17 with dirty blonde hair & green eyes. He carried with himself a Derringer pistol concealed in his warm heavy coat pocket where his hand was resting constantly. 45 caliber ammo was in his other pocket ready to set & reload his gun; unfortunately he only had 10 shots all together. A average grenade was set in his back pocket for any emergenies. The person he was protecting was a fragile old woman in her 50's with dying white hair and sea blue eyes. Her body was strong through for it's age and could easily tread through rough terrain, she herself carried a double barreled shotgun that was placed on her arched backside, and just like her younger copanion had her ammo stashed away in her pockets, She however held much more ammo to her shotgun. Not completely trusting her so called 'gaurdian' as she should be. In truth he was her nephew. The pocket cotained two small boxes of ammunition; which lead to nearly 22 rounds in her large pockets she dragged around.
They traveled through the road where they would eventually lead up to the unknown adult man who slept, the Bull's bell ringing and clacking as it let out a loud; "Mherroooww!!!" In knowledge that something was near, not knowing of it being good or bad.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:46 pm
Still sleeping in his make shift shelter he is woken up to bells at first it seems like a weird dream but as he felt the the pain in his hand he realized there was somebody out there he thought to himself if they where not being silent they probably ment no harm still weary he pulled his FNP9 out and put his left hand behind his back as he stood out of his duffle bad and had seen a young man bundled up next to a freezing Brahman the wind was farce but the storm was dying he approached the man with his smile that was still there he tipped his hat with his right hand.Also he then realized there was another person present out of sight he could not make out anything other then a human as he waited for them to say something he tightened his grip on his pistol
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:27 pm
[NPC Caravan Activated]
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"Mhrroowwhh!!" Another dominate cry screamed from the hoarse vocals of the Brahman bull. Two heads clashing up against one another as their dark eyes with frostbitten eyelashes & chins built up in ice. "Mhooooo!!" A final cry beckoned out in a desperate plea to their owners, but the old woman ignored the red flag warning as she attempted to caress her wrinkled gloved hands across his strong layered neck & bold bony heads. "Easy there Banjo, Banji. There's not much to be-" She was interrupted.
"Auntie Kansas! Look a man!" He called out with his lungs stinging from the cold air, pointing towards the man with the hat & a smile painted onto his expressions.
"While I be! Imagine that!" She responded and tilted her head off to the side alittle, still attempting to settle down her large caravan from going insane. Her nephew had his small pistol out himself- drawing it and aiming it at the man without no apparent warning. "Don't come any closer! Who are you?! I- I'm the protector of this trade caravan and-"
"Roger. Easy boy. You'll scare every damn customer off if you act like that. I didn't bring you along so you can act a`fool! Got me?!" She snapped just as she interrupted him, not that she wasn't on her gaurd as well, her hands close to the tie string that let her shotgun swing around into her hands in a crafty way.
Roger; the young adolescent tensed as he calmed. Only from his auntie though as he looked to the man still smiling... kinda freaky. "Uhh. This is my auntie Kansas. I'm Roger. Y- You want to trade mister..?" His inexperience was blind proof and obvious.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:45 pm
"Hello" the man shouted out into the distance as he swiftly holsters his gun and raises his hand to the people and waves"Its good to see some people around these parts are you here to become citizens of the resugram empire oh heavens ware are my manors I am mister resurgam emperor of antarctic" he returns to his odd smile as he slowly approached the small group he walked very proper and for a second let his smile down to say "you guys selling something Id be intrested in buying "
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:12 pm
[NPC Caravan Activated]
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The man's voice brought relief to both the old woman and younger teenager as a full greeting was achieved. Further more a gun was put away, so muscles less tensed and allowed the inexperienced young man to also relax to put his weapon away into his pocket. He didn't really like or enjoy his weapon of choice but it was better than any of the blunt objects. Anytime he'd beg to switch guns with the ol` coot she'd basically snap his head off and snare with the same 'so you'd rather take away the best protection from the one your protecting huh?' And it shut him up every. single. Time. Yet perhaps the Auntie who at times seemed more like his grandmother was right! This man looked friendly enough and he would've shoo'ed him away~
"Y-yeah, same here I suppose. It's good." Roger agreed with this Mr. Smiles alot for now having his nervous tone of voice as his face started to burn from the cold; despite being nearly completely covered in wrapped garments just like his auntie Kansas.
"Oh? Resurgam? I've never quite heard of the place to be honest." She admitted with honest words before continuing as her eyes widen in near disbelief. "Emperor? So you own these parts then..? What where you doin` all the way out here sleepin' in the snow if you be a Emperor Mr. Resurgam? Or would that be Emperor Resurgam? Haha.." She chuckled a small joke in his direction just before turning over to her two headed cow and getting ready to unpack for the trading. "WE trade all sorts of things! Mainly clothes- we do have weapons, lots and lots of meat & water we get in these parts, Hats, blankets & pillows... unless your looking for... 'other' things." She commented and raised a brow at the man oddly, curious to what he was interested in buying all the while taking to show her good cuts of meat and her best spiked leather trench coat in black.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:35 pm
"yes I am emperor and you are trespassing on my land so unless you beg for your lives and surrender now Ill have enslave you. ahhahahha relax I was joking but this is my land and I am emperor I was interested when I had seen some people I thought word may have gotten around but I guss not you sell clothes I don't need them I need to look like an emperor not just rule like one.But I would be interested in a deal that well might just be good enough to interest such bargainers like you and your grand son"Mr. resurgam then walked up to the Brahman and patted one of the heads just slightly he then asked "do you happen to have some glasses"the wind then stops and the snow started to clear up he looked up at the now clear sky and took a breath and he looked at the young man with a serious face as he waited for a reply.he started to tap his finger on his holster fanny pack in a nervous way.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:56 pm
[NPC Caravan Acticated]
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The emperor's response had caught all their attention, he was obviously something or somebody important in this region least from what it sounded like- then as the words continued their pupils narrowed to small tiny orbs that fixated themselves onto his holster just before Roger went for his gun again & yanked it out in a immediate response to protect his Auntie & his self as well as the walking two headed caravan.
But it turned out to be a cruel joke, a joke Roger didn't enjoy at all- nor did the old lady as frowns had been plastered onto their facial expressions from that moment on. "...We don't appreciate that sort of behavior Mister... or Emperor ..Resurgam. There were times when such jokes, had not been jokes at all." She explained hoping the man would understand.
"AND they weren't funny." The teen commented with a angry look upon his face glaring green hues looking at the man with no trust just like in the beginning. The woman had understood to a point, but the matter was serious and she didn't appreciate what just happened. "Glasses..? Ohh. Well.. We may have three different kinds stored for you! We have those black tinted kind; and it had a dark tortoise shell covering on the sides. Then two different reading glasses, one in silver plastic and the other of a thin metallic metal. What would you like?" She asked curiously putting away what happened behind her.
Roger however kept his eyes on the man with his hand on his gun and readied to shoot if it was necessary. "......"
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:16 pm
"Hhhmmm I see it has bin lonely out here for so long with not much company I guss I just wanted to have some humor I understand that your job has those kinds of risks and that is why I wanted to offer you a place in my great town see young man you could be head of security I see you have a keen eye for danger"as rasurgam took his hands off his holster and extended them out as a kind offering gesture hopeing they would be interested."and Kansas you could be head of trade you have probably bin doing this for a long time you know the danger do you want your companions life in danger you have handled your self for a long time but your peak is behind you would you settle in my peaceful town" he crossed his arms and smiled but with more honesty behind it a sympathetic smile he really wanted them to stay with him he knew it would be hard to convince them but he cannot fail when he got done making his offer he waited a second and then said with even more emoticon " what is mine is yours im not interested in your stuff I just think you would be interested in being apart of my little town.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:28 pm
[NPC] Caravan Active
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The old woman kept her wits about her as she listened to this interesting young man's request, glancing over to her nephew to see what he'd think of it. Surprisingly he had lowered his gun and was settling down abit from his second-time previous not trusting emotions. "...Well Roger? What do you think? I've heard of caravans doing this in places and making quite a name for themselves. If we can do this- it might mean helping out alot. I enjoy the idea of a community working together, I truly do. Roger..? What do you think?" She gave her younger companion another look as he pondered about it for a minute or two. Then released a sigh and accepted the offered handshake to Mr. Resurgam. "Alright. Fine, I'll do it- but only because my Auntie thinks it's a good idea. I'll watch over your place for you." He agreed and gave the older man a brave nod.
[These people can be now controlled by User: COMANDER COON, due to his ability to convince them to join his civilization. Upon having one; he can gain people by making them agree to join in. If you need somebody to help you RP them; somebody will be available to help out- if not, I'll step in myself.]
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 12:30 pm
Mister resurgam than accepted the hand shake and then gave a short "thank you" to both of them Roger then asked "SO where is the base " Kansas stayed quite as resurgam spoke"rite here we will build it right here"=Roger"what!?"kansas busted up laughing.Roger"fine we have a deal" Mr.rasurgam the took a piece of paper out of his snow shelter and proceeded to drawl on it he focused very hard like he had memorize something and didn't want to forget a detail roger tried to get a peak but he couldn't so he sloshed over to Kansas and offered her to take a seat in Mr rasurgams shelter as he drew on the paper kansas sat in the shelter as roger then begin to build a fire.Mr rasurgam the said here im done this is what we must build rite here as he handed the paper to roger.It was a blue print to his antarctic base  POST WILL COME SOON
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