MARS CECIL
Freelancer
Posts: 8
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: PLANT DRAGON SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/108/mars-cecil
Alias: MARIGOLD
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Post by MARS CECIL on May 18, 2016 23:19:39 GMT
MISSION NAME: press x to jason
MISSION RANK: d
NUMBER OF PARTICIPANTS: two
OBJECTIVE: “look I am really desperate. we were at a store in town and while i was buying my kid a balloon, he ran off. i've been calling his name all day and he's nowhere in sight. my wife can't find out i lost one of our kids. she will divorce me, take my other kid and-- you know what? let's not get into it. help me find my kid and i'll pay you.” mars squinted at the pair of wide, teary eyes staring deep into his soul. he swore if he stared long enough, the effects of their two eyes meeting would create a black hole that would suck in the town of onibus. maybe then he wouldn't have to deal with crying children and their shitty fathers. “look kid just go back to your dad and go home. get some fucking ice cream and talk about your daddy issues.” he really didn't want to deal with this. he had only come into town to get supplies when suddenly he was approached by a hysterical man who was screaming a name at everyone within earshot. mars would have ignored him and stayed in his own lane if it had not been for the man charging at him and asking him for help. long story short, he was helping someone find their kid when it should have been their own problem.
“you're not my dad!”
his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as the crying child scream and ran off to a woman who was giving him the stink eye. “one not-jason, two fucking thousand maybe-jasons to go.” how did someone lose their kid in the middle of one of the busiest shopping districts? he didn't want to be here. he already had his things and he could just leave right now and not look back. but just when he was about to turn, he saw the man standing in his path waving him down. “fuck....” a long drawn out sigh escaped him as he quickly looked around to see someone who might be a jason.
“hey kid!” mars spotted a head of white hair walking past and grabbed onto the owner's shirt to stop them. it was a boy that looked around the age the father described. “look, are you jason? your dad has been looking for you, somehow dragged me into it, and i'm about ready to throw myself off the nearest cliff to escape him.” he jabbed his thumb in the direction he last saw the man, not caring if he was still there or not. he could go find his dad on his own. “please tell me your name is jason or at least pretend to be this man's child so i can do something else. anything is better than this.” |
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Vyse
Freelancer
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Posts: 73 
Mage Class: B-CLASS
Magic Type One: LIGHTNING DRAGON SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/31/vyse-luxheart
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/40/strike-twice-vyse-plotter?page=1#scrollTo=516
Alias: Seren
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Post by Vyse on May 18, 2016 23:57:34 GMT
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[attr="class","idfc3"]I did a thing | [attr="class","idfc4"] The city of the arts did much to amuse young Vyse, he'd been scouting it for a minute thinking maybe his sis would find a hobby here, she liked books and books were kind of artsy... or they could be at least. In his search for gifts and things to shower his sister in the boy had actually become pretty engaged in the arts himself street performers and method actors capturing his attention at every chance they got. All in all it'd been a good day, and the cicada loving boy had surprisingly found himself in his element. It was then another older boy tapped him on the shoulder with a certain opportunity he couldn't decline, this was fate. It was time to show the world what he was made of. He was already the fastest dragon the world had ever seen, and the largest cicada. (Ironically enough he was not the fastest cicada, rumor among the buzzing bugs was there was a cicada out in the Fonik Jungle that was faster than the speed of sound, truly he had much to learn.) It was time to add 'best actor on earth' to his resume. "Ah I see you have an eye for talent, for choosing me to play the coveted role of JASON SECRET AGENT EXTRORDINAIRE."He'd reach up into the older male's ear whispering his backstory. "A boy no older than 14 having been recruited by the magic council to infiltrate Onibus city to find the legendary artifact hidden amidst the city of actors, his heart torn apart by the femme fatale who betrayed him to marry his evil twin brother Lance leaving me THE MIGHTY JASON in a trap that would eventually kill me, BUT ALAS just as the trap was about to do me, JASON I realized my true fate as the chosen who was destined to merge the two worlds Sylverant and Tethealla together, all the while saving Midgar from the tyranny of the ShinRa executives who were secretly planning to drop the Sector 7 plate which secretly housed a replica factory, it's here that me THE MIGHTY JASON figures out is a replica himself while his evil twin Lance was his true body. Now THE MIGHTY JASON seeks to set everything right by confronting his evil brother and setting right to all the worlds.""Of course my friend I accept the role take me to my 'father' my faithful servant Silver Eagle III" needless to say the boy had been waiting for this opportunity his whole life. [attr="class","idfc5"] FULL CHARGE!
WHEN YOU BATTLE!
JUST PUT YOUR NOTES!
ON WHAT YOU DID!
IN YOUR POST! |
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MARS CECIL
Freelancer
Posts: 8
Mage Class: C-CLASS
Magic Type One: PLANT DRAGON SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/108/mars-cecil
Alias: MARIGOLD
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Post by MARS CECIL on May 19, 2016 1:27:21 GMT
he regretted everything about this situation. he should have left when he had the chance. maybe fate was playing some weird ass trick on him that he had to have stopped one of the children he did not want to deal with. crying he could handle since all he had to do was walk away. this...this was some shit. he could still technically walk away. there was no shame in leaving someone mid conversation in order to do something better with your life. hell, he did it all the time.
too bad his ass was still standing here as the boy turned and began to talk.
mars stared into the sun as soon as the boy started to speak, wondering if it was possible for his eyes to burn fast enough to where he had an excuse not to talk to the kid...cause you know...he would be screaming in pain instead. sadly for him, it wasn't fast enough as the other boy reached up and started to whisper in his ear. he didn't even attempt to hide his grimace at the hand on his shoulder or the breath too close to his ear. god kill him.
“okay yeah...yeah...” he wasn't listening at all. the kid was making up some kind of fairy tale that he wasn't really about. he thought maybe if he kept repeating the word 'yeah' maybe the kid would at least think he was the least bit interested. whatever he had to do to get this boy to go up to the father and tell him he was his son. “mhm. oh wow. ye- what the fuck!” the sudden blast of sound piercing his eardrum made him reel back in shock and pain. his hand slammed against his ear as he glared down at the boy who, for god knows whatever reason, was still talking. did this child really just yell in his ear and pretend like nothing happened? god he hopes he goes deaf soon. blind and deaf. that would be great.
mars was tempted to just continue staring into the sun but alas he had other pressing matters to attend to. like dropping this child off to his “father” and getting the fuck outta town. “sure.” it was the only thing he could think of in response to that shit. “look, you're obviously not who i'm looking for but lucky for you, i don't care. you can either find me a kid named jason somewhere around here or you can go find this guy who somehow managed to lose his kid and tell him your his new son. either way works for me.” |
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Vyse
Freelancer
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Posts: 73
Mage Class: B-CLASS
Magic Type One: LIGHTNING DRAGON SLAYER
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Biography: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/31/vyse-luxheart
Plotter: http://ftbreakthrough.boards.net/thread/40/strike-twice-vyse-plotter?page=1#scrollTo=516
Alias: Seren
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Post by Vyse on May 22, 2016 14:37:34 GMT
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[attr="class","idfc3"]You wanted this | [attr="class","idfc4"] "Ah, I see you have to role of my tall, but ignorant and shortsighted caretaker down packed Silver Eagle III." When the older boy gave him a task the silver haired child interrupted putting a finger on the man's his lips. "Shh Shh Shh, Silver Eagle. All in good time. You have to understand that I choose my Dads very wisely, I can't just make any man a Dad it's a legendary title only for those that prove themselves. Not even you, Silver Eagle III have proven yourself to be a Dad, if anything you're a big bro. And as my new 'Big Bro' or as I like to call you 'The Big Eagle III' I'm gonna need you to accompany me on this journey you've set. In truth Vyse didn't really care to search for any little brat in the streets for free, but if he was the boy damn sure wouldn't be doing it alone, and this man looked like a prime victim for his various shenanigans. "Now Big Eagle III, did you get the information on what our targets appearance. Any Tattoos, Noticeable Piercings, Strange pimples, or venereal diseases you could smell my Dragon sidekick." What you thought Vyse hadn't been able to tell the boy wasn't a dragon, how naive. [attr="class","idfc5"] FULL CHARGE!
WHEN YOU BATTLE!
JUST PUT YOUR NOTES!
ON WHAT YOU DID!
IN YOUR POST! |
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