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Post by Cal Simms on Jul 11, 2013 8:58:29 GMT -8
This is the main, and only SlugTerra Role-Play thread.
This thread is currently OPEN. I am opening it in hopes of encouraging the roleplay profiles up!
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Post by Cal Simms on Jul 12, 2013 23:02:01 GMT -8
Cal Simms. She stood out, to say the least. In less than three weeks, she had made quite a name for herself in SlugTerra, winning her first ever tournament with just a couple of slugs; Dopey the Enigmo, Jackamo the FrieghGeist, and Cholo the Thuglette. Three unique slugs that were considered rare to most, but, in the Simms' own cavern, their home base and portal between topside, SlugTerra, and their own guarded passing to the deep caverns, they were rather common. But, that was from generations of Simms' owning and collecting slugs, they'd kind of come to populate the cavern along with the slingers.
So, as she made her way into the Cavern, atop her mecha, people stopped for a moment, and then the talking started. The fiery haired girl paid no attention to them, not caring that people were surprised to see a Simms on this side of SlugTerra. But, this was where the tournament was, and Cal needed slugs. Simms' didn't pass down slugs, with the exception of Dopey who had been passed down since the first Simms came to SlugTerra. Besides Dopey, Cal had won or caught her own slugs, and was damn proud. Now, she just needed a few more before heading out and continuing the family tradition of being a pain in Blakk's butt.
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Post by Gavril Alexy on Jul 17, 2013 12:57:54 GMT -8
Gavril weaved his way through the increasing crowd. Occasionally he'd 'accidentally' bump into a strange, and with a muttered apology he'd slip away with a few extra coins in his pocket. Pulling the large brim of his hat over his eyes, Gavril tried to repress a grin. Tournaments were his favorite. So many naive travelers, so little time. Spotting a particularly wealthy looking character, Gavril couldn't help but have his lips twitch into a small smile. What luck he was having today!
He quickly made his way through the crowd, only slowing his pace when he neared the man. Gavril looked over the man, quickly determining where the money was stored. He soon sped up again, colliding into the man's chest. As Gavril fell backwards he gripping the man's shirt, pulling him down with him.
"I-I'm so sorry sir!" Gavril blubbered, his eyes wide, "Here let me help you up? Are you okay? Let me dust you off." He began to brush the dirt off the man's coat, the dirt particles falling to the ground. He made his way to the coat pocket, carefully reaching his hand inside.
"That really isn't necessary," The man insisted, looking more than slightly uncomfortable with the situation.
"Alright, then I'll be going now," Gavril said, plucking a moderately sized bag of coins from the pocket. He then turned and walked away, not wanting to be near the man once he realized that he just lost a large sum of money. Smirking, Gavril headed into an alley to count his profits.
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Post by Cal Simms on Jul 17, 2013 13:49:56 GMT -8
Cal swung her legs absentmindedly, perched on one of the larger rocks in the cavern and watched. She watched people, seeing who acted how, why they did what they did, who- oh. Her eyes locked onto a boy with a hat. He was.... ah, a thief. Cal didn't stop him, she just watched him pick some rich mans pocket. Damn, she was impressed, he was good, like really good. Cal was sneaky, but not that sneaky. She would sneaky friends, it would help. Sneaky always helped in some way, shape, or form. Glancing back at the tournament timetable, she noted she had a half hour before qualifiers, before hopping off the rock.
Cal followed the boy into an alley, careful not to be spotted to soon and watched him for a second before stepping into the alley and speaking up, "Nice pocket picking. I'm impressed."
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Post by Gavril Alexy on Jul 17, 2013 14:29:54 GMT -8
Gavril quickly dumped the coins back into the bag, not really caring that he would lose count. He placed the sack inside of his pack as he looked the girl over. She was armed with a crossbow blaster and he could see some of her slugs inside the cartridges. It was likely that she was going to enter the tournament, why else would a slugslinger be there (well, beside himself, but he didn't really count because he didn't flaunt his slugs around everywhere he went). She looked about his age, was tall, and had a head of long fiery hair. It was when he noted her hair that Gavril realized who she was. Cal Simms. Somewhere in his mind it registered that she usually wasn't seen around here, since masses of people usually talked about something different or new.
But Cal noticed him. She saw what he had done and was outright confronting him about it. Most people didn't notice or care. She was observant. Observant was dangerous.
"Cal Simms," Gavril greeted, "What is the occasion that a lowly commoner like me gets to bask in the presence of a talented slugslinger like you?" He didn't need to ask, he already knew.
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Post by Cal Simms on Jul 17, 2013 15:00:41 GMT -8
Cal's smiled dropped from her face, but she quickly replaced it with a half smile, a bit of a sad one though. She knew some people didn't like her or her family. Heck, most times she didn't like her family. Yeah, she was a good slinger, at least that's what people told her, but she had never flaunted it, never meant to at least. But she had never treated anyone like they were below her, ever. She knew that, she made sure she didn't ever come across like that. Because to her, the people of SlugTerra were volumes better than most topsiders. To Cal, this was her home, SlugTerra, the world that was beneath the sun and earth.
She shrugged and glanced down, insisting, "I'm not that good. I've just got some pretty amazing slugs, they make up for what I lack in talent." Dopey chuckled from her shoulder, waving goofily at the boy. Cal smiled down at the little guy, rubbing his head before turning back to the boy.
"Look, I'm not here to make you return anything, I swear. I just was- never mind," Cal backed down. She chickened out of asking him to join her. The ginger wasn't as brave or as outgoing as people assumed her to be. Her family was known to be the outgoing and righteous protectors of SlugTerra, like Shane's. But Cal? She'd never actually gotten any of those personality traits. She'd always been the laid back one, the one who wasn't very good at anything, and was used to staying out of sight.
Slushie, her FrostCrawler, growled and bit her thumb as she wussed out again, making her yelp slightly. Cal rubbed her hand and grumbled something at her slug before sighing, "I wanted to know if you wanted to maybe come with me. Like around SlugTerra, being a pain in Blakk's ass, stuff like that."
Her slugs began laughing and chuckling as Slushie stood proudly atop his canister, while Cal held her achey thumb and gave her slug a meaningless glare.
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Post by Malcolm Ishihara on Jul 17, 2013 18:37:59 GMT -8
Malcolm walked in a hurried manner, trying to find a place to hide. He had "liberated" a large number of slugs from one of Dr. Blakk's labs in an effort to keep them from becoming Ghouls. He walked into an alley that was separated from where Cal and Gavril were talking and cautiously placed his bag onto the ground and opened it, resulting in the freed slugs chirping and chattering in confusion. "Shh! Look, just stay quiet until we get out of the cavern. Once we're free of Blakks lackeys, I give you my word you'll be free again." He truly meant what he said. To Malcolm, nothing was more important than honor, and there was no honor in what Dr. Blakk was doing, so he decided to save the slugs from a fate worse than death.
He had no idea that there were others behind the fence, or if they could hear him. All he could hope for was that luck was on his side, and that Blakk's goon squad would give up the search. He drew his blaster, keeping an eye on the street outside the alley, ready to pull the trigger.
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Post by Gavril Alexy on Jul 17, 2013 19:22:06 GMT -8
Gavril watched Cal's expression carefully as she came up with a response. She seemed a little crestfallen from his comments, although Gavril wondered what exactly about what he said bothered her. Maybe he wasn't really that kind with his words sometimes, but he'd rather not use euphemisms to sugarcoat what he really meant. He raised an eyebrow, however, when Cal insisted that she wasn't good at slugslinging and her slug waved at him.
"You need to have some sort of talent to be able to win a tournament," he looked her over again, "Although from what I can tell you only have enough talent to fill half of your pinky toe. And besides, if you only rely on your slugs to do the heavy-lifting you're not going to last very long. Talent and slugs doesn't give you anything. It's the skills you acquire and what you do with it that gets you places." Gavril pulled his hat over his face and stepped into the shadow of the alley when he caught sight of a few officers patrolling the area.
"Even if you were going make me return anything, it wasn't going to happen. I've made it out of much worse odds before," He grinned as he reminisced on some of his past escapees. None of them involved him having to stay and fight, that would only get him into more trouble. Gavril watched Cal with a hint of amusement as she backed out of what she was going to say. He did not expect that she was going to actually finish her thought, or that a slug would be the one to extract it from her.
Holding his arms out in front of him, and shaking his hands back and forth Gavril said, "Woah, woah, woah, woah, wait. You want me to join and and gallivant around Slugterra to fight crime? Have you not noticed what I've done already. You don't even know my name. Besides, I'm more of a freelancer anyway. As long as someone has something to offer to me, I'd most likely do the job even if they don't exactly have quality morals. So I'm going to have to decline your offer. Being a hero doesn't exactly get food on the table, and I'm not anything near a hero to begin with." He watched a large stream of people head in the same direction in a quick pace. It wasn't panicked, they didn't look really worried; but judging by the smiles stretched on their faces they seemed more excited than anything.
Gavril then gave a dry laugh, "Besides, what would you need with a thief? I'd say I would draw attention because of my antics, but I never really got caught in the act. But if that's all you had to say I should start heading towards the tournament, crowds seem to be drawn to something worth looking into."
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Post by Cal Simms on Jul 17, 2013 20:38:47 GMT -8
Cal glanced down at Disco, who was tugging on her shirt. Damn, time for the qualifiers. Not mentioning that the crowds were probably gathering to see a Simms, she just shrugged and told him, "Honestly, I'd trust a thief to help me stop Blakk over any old Slinger any day. Besides, I don't need to know your name to know that your a good person. If you change your mind, I'm not to hard to find." The red-head just smiled, and yelled over her shoulder before melding into the crowd, "Another reason I need a good thief!" She moved quickly with the mob towards the first qualifier where her opponent was waiting.
Jackamo hopped into her loaded canister while she hopped down into the carved out arena, her entire demeanor changed. The ginger girl's smile dropped completely, her posture stiffening before relaxing as she stepped up to her place, eyeing her opponent. She vaguely heard the crowd chanting 'Bull'. John Bull, not that she cared. To her, all that mattered was she won. She wouldn't admit it, but Gavril was right, she needed skills, experience. And that was what she was going to get from the tournaments like this.
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Cal kept her eyes locked with her newest slug, Bugsy, a Vindedrill. Her other slugs were busy messing around atop of her Mecha while the ginger slinger 'bonded' with her newest addition. The duel had been easy to her, honestly. Like her and her slugs had decided, Jackamo shot off first, and Cal aimed at his feet, before slinging Buzzer and knocking Bull out quickly. Bull hadn't even been conscious when her newest addition Bugsy-
Cal's green eyes blinking and she groaned, while the green slug cheered and did a little dance. The ginger girl straightened and chuckled, putting her fist out as Bugsy bumped his head on her fist and she told him, "Alright, I got one new buddy for traveling, I just kinda need... some more?" She chuckled and leant against her mecha, waiting for the next round.
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Post by Malcolm Ishihara on Jul 17, 2013 20:59:21 GMT -8
A crowd, just what Malcolm needed to slip away. He closed the bag and moved into the crowd, ending up watching a match between John Bull and a young slug slinger. He was instantly impressed with how Cal handled herself during the duel, and spotted her again after a couple minutes of walking around. He walked up to her, the bag,full,of "liberated" slugs still on his back.
"Nice work on that last duel. Not many people can say they bested John Bull in a duel, but that's mainly because he uses Ghouls and has no understanding of honor." Malcolm adjusted the large ring on his right hand, saying "My name's Malcolm Ishihara. Pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Gavril Alexy on Jul 18, 2013 16:15:59 GMT -8
Gavril's eyes widened when Cal yelled about needing a thief. Before he could even let her know how he felt about that extremely infuriating decision, she had already melted into the crowd. Gavril would have gone after her and given her a piece of his mind, but could already see a blue-clad man yelling to his colleges and rushing towards his alley.
Frantically looking around for a quick escape Gavril took in his surroundings. In a matter of seconds he had all that he needed to know. He determined that the buildings were too tall to scale without the cops getting a good look at him, even with the assistance of one of his slugs. Leaving the way he came would ensure that he'd get caught, he could see the officers from where he stood already and they'd have the entrance surrounded in no time. The only other way was over an old fence that was about a foot or two taller than himself.
Taking a couple steps back, Gavril took a running start towards the fence. As he took off of a crate he heard someone behind him yell. It was commanding, powerful, and masculine, most definitely one of the officers that Cal called to attention. Vaulting over the fence, he rolled when he hit the ground, bouncing back up right away. He then sprinted down the other half of the alley, clutching his hat to his head to keep it on.
Once he determined that he was far enough away from any officers he slowed his pace and scoffed at Cal's logic, "Why would someone trust a thief over a slugslinger?" he questioned, "A liar over someone who befriends slugs for a living... or whatever they do. Besides me? A good person? I don't think that that would actually work out." He laughed at the idea as he headed towards the qualifier rounds. People would be too caught up in the match to notice a few coins go missing.
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Post by Cal Simms on Jul 18, 2013 17:47:16 GMT -8
Cal glanced up at the boy who walked up to her and grinned, taking his hand and chuckling, "With Blakk rationing ghouls, he was short this time, so it wasn't too hard. But thank you, I'm Cal, Call Simms, nice to meet you." Porky and Bacon hopped onto her shoulders and focused on Malcolm's bag, chirping and chattering at it. Cal frowned but shook it off, her slugs were strange. The announcer called her name again, and Cal groaned, excusing herself, "Sorry, there's like six rounds of qualifiers. I won't be long, though!" And with that, she hurried off.
Cal spotted the guy from earlier in the crowd, and smiled slightly, before heading into the dropped arena, her demeanor once again changing as she faced another opponent.
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She was really starting to hate ghouls. The match had been more difficult than the first, due to the increase of ghouls the slinger had. Hell, he only had one normal slug, which Cal had taken the moment she won. It was a cute little guy, a Jellyish slug she was calling Squishy. He seemed overjoyed to be away from the ghouls and was currently nuzzled happily into her chest, practically purring.
Cal smiled and rubbed the little guy's head, before pausing and leaning on the wall to catch her breath. One of the Grimmstone ghouls had gotten a good hit to her mid section after all. Dopey looked up from his canister with Jackamo and Disco, who chirped nervously, while Buzzer made almost a yipping noise. Before she could reassure her slugs she was alright, she realized they were actually pointing towards the alley way, and Cal peeked around the corner, before slipping in and hiding behind a dumpster when she saw Blakk's goons talking to a man.
The ginger listened in, while the man insisted that he had had the gold with him when he came, and the goon continued to argue with him about stealing the money from selling the ghouls to slingers for Blakks.
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Post by Malcolm Ishihara on Jul 18, 2013 21:24:13 GMT -8
Malcolm watched Cals duel from where he was standing, taking a seat on the ground midway through the match. His slugs stood on top of their canisters, seeing Cal face off against her opponent. Malcolm was saddened when he saw that Cals opponent was using Ghouls. Another slinger fallen from the path of honor. It seems like more join Blakks army each day.
After the match, he noticed Cal took a while to return with her new slug. He took Magma off of the canister, saying "Go find Cal, see what's taking her so long. And hurry, her next match is going to start soon." Magma gave a quick salute and hopped off, eventually finding Cal. He started chirping in order to get Cals attention, unknowing of the ordeal she was witnessing.
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Post by Cal Simms on Jul 18, 2013 22:16:07 GMT -8
Cal nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard an unfamiliar chirping. Scooping the slug up, she glanced around the dumpster and saw the goon glaring at her. Damn. The fiery haired girl didn't wait to see what he did, she bolted off and out of the alley, into the crowd, she clutching the Lavalynx protectivly against her chest along with Squishy. She could hear the goon yelling after her as she wove her way between people, before finally sliding into a tent and watching the massive goon pass.
Cal slipped back out and made her way to her mecha, spotting Malcolm. When the Lavalynx in her hand began chirping again, she chuckled. As she reached her mecha and the other slinger, she held her hand out with the slug in her palm and teased good-naturedly, "Take it this little guy is yours?"
Jackamo was still chattering and chirping, still apparently upset over the chase. Then again, the Frightgeist had never been a fan of chases, mecha or running. He didn't like being moved unless he was being a little lady's... slug. Rubbing her thumb over the top of his head to try and calm him down, she told Malcolm, "Blakk's got a couple goons here today. And a few ghoul-sellers, too. Which is odd, I heard he was rationing them out."
Cal was glacing around the crowd, and managed to spot the other boy from earlier. He wouldn't- Oh crap. Cal spotted the man that had been arguing with the goon, with said goon, pointing to the boy. And of course, the announcer was calling for another qualifier round. Why wasn't she more people?! Keeping her eye on the boy, Cal grabbed Malcolm's arm and turned him in the direction she was looking and told him quickly, asking frantically, "See that boy? Goon's targetting him. I gotta bad feeling he might had swiped a few coins from the guy, not that I care. Do me a favor, and get him outta sight. See that motel-thingie? Purple with blue door. I'm in room 405, here's the key, get him there and lock the door if ya can. But that goon's already pissed I was eavesdropping I don't want this tournament to have any fatalities. I'll be back after the match, I'll be quick I swear! Thanks!"
Cal jammed one of the two room keys into Malcolm's hand before sprinting off and sliding and practically tumbling into the arena again, still frazzled as she got ready to shoot off Porky.
((Sorry if this is too much or Gavril if you don't want to go alon with this I was just thinking of a way all three characters could interact XD ))
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Post by Gavril Alexy on Jul 19, 2013 17:02:36 GMT -8
Gavril strolled along with the flow of the crowd as he fingered some coins he had stashed in his pocket. From what he could gather, he had more than enough money to last him at least a month. Maybe he could pick up some sort of souvenir for Dmitri or the rest of his family. Gavril patted a rather large pocket on his coat and D2 hopped onto his hand. "What do you think, D2?" Gavril asked, "Should I get my family something with the extra money I've... ummm... acquired?"
D2 just gave him a pointed look, and a chirp of disapproval. Gavril sighed and ran his free hand through his hair. "I know you don't approve of me stealing, but those people won't notice anything's gone, they're too absorbed in the tournament." The look he received still didn't change. "Hey! I'm not going to return anything. Besides, they won't even know that it was me even if they did notice. In case you haven't realized, I am a master at this." At the skeptical chirp from D2, Gavril couldn't help but laugh, "You're just like Dmitri, you know that?" he said, rubbing the slug on his head.
Gavril was about to ask D2 another question when he felt a hand clamp onto his shoulder. Heavy, large, definitely calloused and not at all dainty. Glancing at the hand, Gavril saw that the fingernails were cut short and the knuckles were scabbed over, probably from punching something or someone, probably violent. Tracing the hand to the arm to the body, Gavril felt his stomach flip. On the man's chest there was the insignia of Blakk Industries. The fact that he had somehow drawn the attention of Blakk Industries meant one of two things: That he was going to be recruited, or that he was in trouble. Neither of those options seemed appealing to him.
His gaze then flicked over to the man beside Blakk Industries. It was the rich guy from before, and judging from the look on his face, he knew that he had been robbed. That mixed with the fact that he was with Blakk Industries gave Gavril enough information to know why he was targeted.
With a harsh jerk, Gvaril was spun around to face the two. "You have something that belongs to us," Blakk Industries growled, gripping Gavril by the collar of his coat. His hot breath washed over his face, engulfing it in the stench of fish. Ich, Gavril hated sea food.
Putting up a calm demeanor over his panicking mind, Gavril gave the pair a swauve smile. "I'm sorry," he said, "You must be mistaken. I haven't seen either of you in my life, so how could I have something that belongs to you?" The rich man continued to glare at him while Blakk Industries gave Gavril a rough shake.
"Don't play dumb with me! He saw you when you plowed into him, plain as day!" Black Industries barked, "And it was after that that he didn't have the money he owed me! Now pay up!"
Knowing that he wasn't going to get out of this as easily as he had planned, Gavril put his hands up, "Alright, alright, you got me. I'll give you what you want. Just let me find where I put it." As expected, Blakk Industries didn't relinquish his hold on his coat. Reaching his hands into his oversized pockets, he feigned searching for the coins while he nudged Motley into his sleeve. "Not in there," Gavril said, shrugging slightly as he put a worried expression onto his face.
He then reached back into his bag and he felt Motley crawl out of his sleeve. This wasn't exactly the first time he got got up in a predicament like this. He then wrapped his fingers around the handle of his blaster and yanked it out, pointing it in the face of Blakk Industries.
His opponent, however laughed at the action. "A flopper? You hoped to get out of this with a measly flopper? Are you-" He was cut short when Motley nailed his in the face, splattering green gunk all over his face and quite possibly breaking his nose. Black Industries let out a pained yell, clutching his face where his was hit and consequently releasing Gavril in the process.
Stumbling a couple steps backwards, Gavril caught Motley when he rebounded off of Black Industries face. Even though floppers couldn't transform because of their lack of slug energy they weren't useless. They splattered when they hit a hard surface and when they where sent skidding across the ground they sent up a cloud of dust. Not to mention that at close range they had enough speed to inflict some unexpected damage. Gavril then took off, hoping to distance himself from the two.
He didn't get very far when a Polero slug wrapped itself around his legs and sent him crashing to the ground. Gravel scrapped against his face and his knees smashed into the ground. His blaster skidded away from him and his hat landed a few feet infront of him. Groaning, Gravril turned himself over and watched the two approach him. Well, shit. Gavril thought, This most definitely was not supposed to happen.
ooc: It's no problem, I was wondering how I was going to get Gavril involved with everyone. But I think I got a little carried away when I wrote this reply.
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