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Asthea wrote:Ohaiyo!

Hey, Asthy! What’s up?

Textus!

(Get it, Texas). I know, I’m so hilarious.

Lorigia, Asthea, and Moisus

Jean Cabilan was sitting alone at his home in Vielo, flipping through the various channels that Yugobatania’s television programs had to offer. Many were unamusing - news reports, game shows, sitcoms - but most of all, commercials. Yugobatania’s television network was plagued with them. Ever since Solomon disappeared, and after all the mega corporations that seemingly came out of nowhere declared themselves the rulers of Yugobatania, adverts displaying their latest products plagued basically every single channel - even the religious ones.

Jean would have cared in the least. He had no interest in petty things like these, lest when it came to such topics as politics. They were all the same. All crawling over each other for power, or to please the true ruler of Yugobatania - Mark O. Jean was a detective - and a damn good one at that too. At least that’s what everyone that’s worked with Jean has told him. He was just doing his job. He had been a detective for almost thirty years now.

From what he’s seen, his morals had changed vastly. He used to be a well groomed man, but over time, he started to become less conscious about his looks, and more focused on his job. There was no time to take a look and admire himself in the mirror when he had streets to patrol. As a result of that, he had grown a beard, which he shaved promptly, leaving an aftershave that gave him a more wise look.

Well, wise was a subjective opinion, Jean thought to himself.

A knock came from his door, just as he flipped to a nature documentary about migratory birds from Tanabon.

Jean stood up from his sofa. The knock came from his door again. He looked down at a small coffee table by the sofa. A revolver and some burnt-out cigars in an ashtray were laying on it. He reached down and grabbed the revolver. Opening it revealed a bullet missing from one of its six chambers. All he remembered was taking the life of a young man who was dealing drugs with it.

The knock came again, this time sounding much more impatient. He walked up to the door, and silently pulled the hammer on his revolver, making a quiet click as it locked in place. As if the person on the other side heard it, they spoke in response.

“It’s me Jean. I’ve got something for you.”

He instantly recognized the voice, and opened. There stood his good friend, Anton Petrov. They’ve known each other ever since they were assigned to find and bust a crime ring in Kreb-Nout in the Wuson Region. That was over twenty years ago. Now, here they are.

“Anton...what are you doing here? I thought you were with Cheri in Obierka.”

“I was with Cheri, until this arrived at my doorstep.”Anton handed Jean a package,marked with his address.

“Why was it at your place? And what is it?” Jean asked, studying the package. It had some weight to it, and he could feel something metallic inside.

“That’s what I’d like to find out,” Anton replied. Jean motioned for Anton to come inside.

They sat down across from each other. Jean ripped open the top of the package, pulling out what appeared to be a tablet. “Did you order one of those fancy tablets OCorp’s selling?” asked Anton.

“No…” Jean said as his voice was trailing off. He noticed a small button below the screen, and pressed it. Suddenly, a familiar face appeared on the screen

“Hello there Jean. I presume that Anton has given you the package, or else you wouldn’t be here watching this.

“It’s Mark O…” said Anton. Jean stayed silent.

Mark O looked to be sitting in his office in O Tower, the main headquarters of OCorp.

“You’ve been of great service to this company, and I thank you for that. But now, we ask you for one more eensy-weensy-little favor.”

“What does he want now?” Jean said under his breath.

As if Mr. O had heard Jean, he seemingly replied back with, “Well, it shouldn’t be too hard for you. All it requires is some counter-espionage. Someone’s infiltrated OCorp.”

“I’m not surprised,” sneered back Anton. Mr. O continued on.

“We’re suspecting that they’ve infiltrated one of our labs. I can’t tell you what the labs are for, but what I can tell you is that they stole something from there. Somehow they slipped past our guards...something that was very...unfortunate, to say the least.”

‘Advanced company my ass,’ Jean thought to himself.

“Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to recover the stolen item, find whoever took it, and eliminate them. We cannot let this get out to the public. Their last known location was on a flight to Tanabon. Good luck.”

The room became silent. Jean and Anton’s minds were completely occupied. What could have been stolen? Who did it? When, where, why? So many questions. So little time.

Suddenly, the device started beeping.

A robotic voice emanated from the tablet.

“This device will self destruct in “30...29…28…”

“Oh sh*t it’s gonna blow!” exclaimed Anton. “We need to do something!” Jean hurriedly grabbed the tablet, and ran to a nearby window. He furiously tried to open it.

“21...20...19…”

“Dammit, it’s jammed!” Jean yelled. This damn apartment was old in more ways than one.

“17...16...15…”

“We need to go, now!” said Anton. Jean hesitantly agreed.

“Dammit! I need to grab something!”

“...12...11…”

Jean rushed to his bedroom, and grabbed some items. His revolver, his trench coat, phone, wallet, some ammo, and a pack of cigars. That’s all he really needed.

“9...8…7…”

Anton was already outside the small two-story apartment, and was running to the car.

“6...5…4…”

Jean took one last thing - a picture of him and his wife, Clarisse. He knew he had no time to go down the stairs. He ran to the window.

“3...2...1…Have a nice day.

The device exploded just as Jean ran through the window. The apartment exploded behind him in a ball of flame and fury. He could feel the heat behind him as he plummeted to the ground. Jean landed in some trash bags by the curbside, which softened his fall somewhat.

“Jean! Jean! Are you alright?” Anton said as he ran over to him.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Jean said, standing up. He looked back at his apartment. Burnt papers were falling out of the building, and they could hear fire trucks coming in the distance. They stared at the building for quite a while, still both in shock. Anton broke the silence.

“What now?” Anton asked. Jean thought for a moment, and thought up an idea.

“Follow me.”

They ran down the sidewalk to a parked muscle car - a vintage and obsolete vehicle in terms of the newer and quieter electric cars people drove now. They got in, and Jean started the car. The engine came to life, and the radio turned on.

(This is what’s playing on the radio. Play it for better effect: https://youtu.be/x8G4xrYfWmw)

Jean looked at Anton.

“It’s time we get The Boys back together, eh?”

Anton grinned. “I think I’m liking where this is going…”

Jean floored the gas, and the car rumbled to life, driving off. They had a mission to do. And it was gonna be a dirty one.

Their specialty.

Welcome to The Boys.

Lorigia, Moisus, and Miruma

Miruma wrote:Hey, Asthy! What’s up?

Textus!

(Get it, Texas). I know, I’m so hilarious.

no

Lorigia and Miruma

Asthea wrote:no

It was because you said “Ohio.”

Lorigia and Fizban

Asthea wrote:Ohaiyo!

Hey Asthy-Chan! (It is Chan, right?)

Lorigia, Asthea, and Miruma

My new “The Boys” story arc will include music, sort of like background music in tv shows and movies, to help set the mood of the situation as you read along with the story. It’s a pretty interesting sounding idea, and I’d like to see where it will lead to.

Zazumo, Lorigia, Shibutani, Fizban, and 1 otherBuevos aires

Yugobatania wrote:My new “The Boys” story arc will include music, sort of like background music in tv shows and movies, to help set the mood of the situation. It’s a pretty interesting sounding idea, and I’d like to see where it will lead to.

Sounds epic, Johnny Depp

Slavsi

Buevos aires wrote:Sounds epic, Johnny Depp

Johnny Depp eh? Savvy?

Lorigia and Buevos aires

Yugobatania wrote:Johnny Depp eh? Savvy?

Yeah homes. Best JD film was Rango don’t @ me

*lurking*

Zazumo, Lorigia, Miruma, and Buevos aires

Great algerstonia wrote:*lurking*

Hi neighbor! o/

Lorigia, Great algerstonia, and Miruma

Zazumo wrote:Hi neighbor! o/

Hello! :D

Zazumo, Lorigia, and Miruma

The syca

The syca wrote:

It had been an hour, maybe two, Xan hadn't really been keeping track of time as she closed the door to her home. It had been nice and relaxing to go outside, but after a while her leg had begun to remind her that it wasn't actually fully functional anymore. "Well, I think it's about time" she calmly stated, placing her boots neatly next to each other in the hallway before walking into the kitchen to grab something to drink.

"I could take a shower, perhaps that would help?" Xan suggested, drinking up the last bit of water and putting the bottle on the table before moving towards the bathroom. Once there, she began to undress, a process somewhat complicated her leg that was still making itself known, but soon, she was ready to step into a pleasant, cold stream of clean water, dimly lit in the dark room by her eyes.

Some time later, Xan emerged from the bathroom, but for the first time in almost a day, she felt tired, and headed directly to her bedroom. "Well Dari, you may be a damn good fleet Admiral, and you have proven yourself to be an exceptional Empress, but you are absolutely terrible at being a civilian" she joked with herself, chuckling somewhat at her own joke before closing her eyes. "Goodnight, myself" she sighed, and soon enough, she had fallen asleep

Xan looked with upon the steel framed photograph she had on her desk in her little apartment, sadness clear in her eyes, "I guess I am fifty-three years old now, Riki'ni" she sighed, leaning her body against the hard and strong metal of the desk she sat by, "but it doesn't feel any difference, it's just a number on an index, a reference to how long I have existed" she paused briefly, wiping away a tear that had begun to form in her eye, "and a painful reminder of you, Riki'ni." Xan turned her face away from the photograph as she covered her face with her hands, quietly letting the tears flow as she cried by herself, mourning the loss of her only love.

It was tradition at this point. Every year on her birthday, Xan would sit down at her desk by herself, quietly mourning the death of her only love, who had died that day, on Y.43-9:4. "Thirty-six years" Xan's unstable voice whispered, muffled by her hands and the tears they held in, "for thirty-six years I have lived without you, and I never even got to tell you how I felt, how I still feel" she removed her hands from her face, picking up the heavy picture frame containing the photograph of Riki, "And now that Mino'vi has moved out, I feel lost, as if without purpose, when I am not working" she held it to her chest, hugging the picture as if Riki was there, "and it's slowly tearing me apart" her words fell through into a new wave of sobbing, and silently, she placed the photograph back, and stood, moving quickly away towards her bed.

Sunaiya, Lorigia, Sarkis, Warsaw-Halicz, and 2 othersGreat algerstonia, and Miruma

Great algerstonia wrote:Hello! :D

How's life in the East been?

Lorigia, Great algerstonia, and Miruma

Zazumo wrote:How's life in the East been?

It's been well lately. I'm trying to be kind of the evil nation in TEP RMB RP. :P

RMB itself has been doing fine, which is a good thing

Zazumo, Aerilia, Lorigia, and Miruma

Post self-deleted by Kronica.

Great algerstonia wrote:It's been well lately. I'm trying to be kind of the evil nation in TEP RMB RP. :P

RMB itself has been doing fine, which is a good thing

With great evil comes great responsibility to make nerds cry. If Dinoium cries at least once a day that's considered a win.

I wish you luck. >:)

Dinoium, Aerilia, Lorigia, and Great algerstonia

Estantia
Miruma
Moisus
Zazumo
Aerilia
Deerfenland
Tsardom of leonlandia
Guess Who is Back?
-
By the way, Puczovska and New Trisone, please cancel Frekatt's request. I got my account back.

Zazumo, Aerilia, Lorigia, Fizban, and 4 othersEstantia, Moisus, Miruma, and Tsardom of leonlandia

Asthea wrote:Ohaiyo!

Miruma wrote:Hey, Asthy! What’s up?

Textus!

(Get it, Texas). I know, I’m so hilarious.

*Is upset in Californian*

Kronica wrote:Estantia
Miruma
Moisus
Zazumo
Aerilia
Tsardom of leonlandia
Guess Who is Back?

Welcome back, now what in the world happened?

Aerilia, Lorigia, Estantia, Moisus, and 1 otherMiruma

Zazumo wrote:With great evil comes great responsibility to make nerds cry. If Dinoium cries at least once a day that's considered a win.

I wish you luck. >:)

*hands you a dozen evil mind control chocolate chip cookies*

This will be beneficial. If you want to take over this region, you gotta have these to distract nerds like Nessie and Aerilia... at least for an hour.

>:D

Zazumo, Dinoium, Aerilia, and Lorigia

Great algerstonia wrote:*lurking*

What a homie

Lorigia, Great algerstonia, and Program america

Zazumo wrote:Welcome back, now what in the world happened?

I used [warn] tag in forum, and it is against rules because they thought i was trying to impersonate a mod.

But i am back, nerd.

Zazumo, Lorigia, Fizban, Estantia, and 3 othersMiruma, Program america, and Buevos aires

Great algerstonia wrote:*hands you a dozen evil mind control chocolate chip cookies*

This will be beneficial. If you want to take over this region, you gotta have these to distract nerds like Nessie and Aerilia... at least for an hour.

>:D

:O

*feeds cookie to Aerilia's parrot*

Aerilia, Lorigia, Fizban, Great algerstonia, and 2 othersProgram america, and Slavsi

Kronica wrote:I used [warn] tag in forum, and it is against rules because they thought i was trying to impersonate a mod.

But i am back, nerd.

You are the nerd
Also mod impersonation means the mods don’t have a good system implemented for ID’ing mods. Like get your shish together mods

Miruma and Program america

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