The Four Corners - A Treasure Hunter's Tale [A New Nappy RP]

[Swat 3]

I look up at the people, looking innocent. First my plans were to kill the people I am contracted, and then go to the deserts.

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[blazerblock2]

     I walked and I walked, the sun beating down on my back as it slowly began its descent over the horizon.  I could hear the sounds of a motor in the distance; probably someone in a buggy.  I never wanted to get a buggy.  It attracted too much attention, from bandits, animals, all that good stuff.
     Suddenly, Naz trips over what appears to be a stone jutting from the sand.  He lands, face first in the dune that he walks on, letting out a soft, "oof."  He brings himself to his feet, looking behind him, he examines the stone -- or was it?
     The stone was strange -- as though it had some sort of pattern.  It wasn't your normal free formed stone, it looked like it was a roof of some sort, like, the pyramids in Egypt.  And then, I realized, it was a temple!  I quickly slung my Nakhjir over my back, taking the trench shovel that hung from my belt and un-folding it.  I jammed it into the ground next to the stone protruding from the ground, and dug sand away from it, throwing it over my shoulders, until the loose sand began to flow inwards toward the stone, it was the entrance to the temple.  I dug and I dug, faster and faster, until there was a sizeable hole in front of the entrance, one that I could easily climb through.  And so I did.

[Tingalz]

Nolan sits down on the bench near the landing platform, and checks his datapad for the time. It's 11:24. The VTOL arrives in six minutes, it seems. Looking around him, he sees nobody else waiting. He expected that, of course, not many people want to go to the west continent.

[blazerblock2]

     I hit the ground hard, the sand was at a steep angle, and slippery.  The first thing I saw when I looked around was a yellow glint on the floor.  A wooden stick hung on the wall, mounted by a metal holder.  It was a torch.  I took it, and dragged it across the floor, and it lit like a match, illuminating the area around me.  My gaze returned to the glint on the ground, next to it, a skeleton, in its hand, an AKs-74u rifle with a golden finish -- that's quite a find.  I lifted it up, and set the torch on the ground.  I aimed down the corridor, lining up the iron sights, and squeezing the trigger.  Nothing.  Not even a click.  Obviously, it had been sitting there for too long, unmaintained, something inside must be broken.  It should still fetch a good price on the market, however.  I slung it over my shoulder, and picked the torch back up, walking down the corridor.  A cool breeze blew in from behind me, from outside, and it felt good on my back, still warm from the sun's rays.

[grunterdb1951]

(And suddenly: First person mode.)

I arrive near the southern VTOL Carrier to the South, I begin making my way down to ground level, it was rather easy seeming I simply had to go down the (whatever that thing on apartments are), after reaching ground level I walk over into a nearby vendor whose selling large Canteens, he quickly purchases one for $31 and heads boards the VTOL Carrier to the South.

[blazerblock2]

whatever that thing on apartments are

Fire escape lol.

[Jokey365]

While I'm in the middle of copy-pasting the character sheets...
Swat, first time you screw up you're done. I don't want another chaos outbreak like the last thread.
Tingalz, they're human, and the robots are tall and pretty fragile looking, but they can take a hit. That and they're armed.
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The VTOL had taken off when it couldn't hold anyone else. I took one last look through the crowd and saw a few odd looking fellows. They also looked like they'd just get in the way, so I put my head down to avoid drawing more attention to myself.

EDIT: Blazer, could you do me a favor? Make your character sheet like a normal person.

[Mikoyan]

Name: Alexander Bosko
Age: 24
Gender: M
Personality: Straight to the point, loves to joke around, thinks before doing things
Appearance: 5'9", Crew cut brownish hair, built but not really ripped, average Caucasian.

On Person:
Classic AK-74 in good condition
2 full magazines
4 empty magazines
bayonet.
In backpack:
2 boxes of 5.45x39 cartridges
Mag-lite
Iodine
3 bottles of water
canteen
matches

Clothing: Tan scarf, black balaclava, tactical goggles, Olive M65 field jacket, subdued camo cargo pants, worn out combat boots.

Backstory: Character development :o
Previous RPs: mondays
Other: Ukrainian decent
Skill: ranged and hand to hand with rifles.

I trudge through the desert, my rifle slung across my back as I mumble curse words in Ukrainian.

[blazerblock2]

Having trouble with mine, are we? :3

[Jokey365]

Having trouble with mine, are we? :3

It's mainly the fact that I just quote the post with your sheet on it and if there's quotes in that post THEY DON'T SHOW UP WHEN I TRY TO COPY-PASTE.

[Swat 3]

I look at a man gazing through the back, looking at a group of odd people.

[Jokey365]

My curiosity had more than likely gotten me some unwanted attention. I started to shuffle towards the exit. The sooner I left, the less questions I'd be asked.

[blazerblock2]

     I continued to walk down the long corridor, finding nothing but skeletons and rusted, broken rifles that aren't even worth anything.  Eventually, I came across a huge dome within the temple, a lobby of sorts.  All around it was patterned with ceramic plates and murals, in the center, a small fountain.  It doesn't work, but water still remains in it, standing completely still.  On the walls, mounts for torches are placed, all of them containing torches.  I begin to circle the room, lighting every torch until the whole room is illuminated.  And it was beautiful.  The murals all were painted so intricately, some of them even remaining in perfect condition.  On the sides of the room, four more corridors remained.  Each of them was labeled, in some foreign language, known only to certain men as of current.

[Mikoyan]

I begin whistling to pass the time. Almost instantly after I start, I trip over some sort of hole. I poke my head in and decide to drop down into it.

[blazerblock2]

I begin whistling to pass the time. Almost instantly after I start, I trip over some sort of hole. I poke my head in and decide to drop down into it.

(The tunnel is illuminated by torches.)
As Naz began to explore the chamber, a thunk echoed through the temple, and he quickly turned toward the corridor from which he had just come.