Single Thread RP Winds of Destruction

(@Beowulf of Brassius could you change your character's colour? It's too close to my existing Kyrasteria character.)
(It doesn't really matter if they don't belong to the same user, I currently have a character in RJITU talking to another character with almost the exact same text color)
 
(@Beowulf of Brassius could you change your character's colour? It's too close to my existing Kyrasteria character.)

The sounds of a motorboat can be heard in the distance, but where exactly is not known. They're probably behind the tall islands and stone pillars.
(Didn’t even notice that haha. I will do that. How’s this? #124d35)
 
(It doesn't really matter if they don't belong to the same user, I currently have a character in RJITU talking to another character with almost the exact same text color)
(To me it does. Might seem minor to you, but I'd like characters to at least have a little distinction. A slight tweak to the hue is all that's needed)
(Didn’t even notice that haha. I will do that. How’s this? #124d35)
(Works for me. Sorry for any inconvenience)
 
(@Beowulf of Brassius could you change your character's colour? It's too close to my existing Kyrasteria character.)

The sounds of a motorboat can be heard in the distance, but where exactly is not known. They're probably behind the tall islands and stone pillars.
Tovador perks up upon hearing the sound, like a cat.
 
The aforementioned motorboat approaches the far end of the scrap pile, where 2 people jump off and inspect the resources.
 
The aforementioned motorboat approaches the far end of the scrap pile, where 2 people jump off and inspect the resources.
Tovador crawls over the scrap to get a closer look. He doesn’t really care about being seen at the moment.
 
Tovador crawls over the scrap to get a closer look. He doesn’t really care about being seen at the moment.
The two both appear to be female and carry weapons on their backs. The boat has several large containers at the back, and several more armed figures stand near them.
 
The two both appear to be female and carry weapons on their backs. The boat has several large containers at the back, and several more armed figures stand near them.
Tovador’s eyes crackle a bit with electricity. He feels a need to defend this scrap pile. He was here first!
 
Tovador’s eyes crackle a bit with electricity. He feels a need to defend this scrap pile. He was here first!
Bold move to go against at that many people, especially equipped with firearms.
 
Bold move to go against at that many people, especially equipped with firearms.
He won’t attack unless they attack first, but he never runs from a fight. After all, he used to be a man of war.
 
Carla silently reaches for the rifle on her back, she whispers to the person beside her.

“I was fine with you here.. but this much competition is a bad sign. Did you bring them?”

She glares at Tovador.
 
Carla silently reaches for the rifle on her back, she whispers to the person beside her.

“I was fine with you here.. but this much competition is a bad sign. Did you bring them?”

She glares at Tovador.
“I hope I didn’t… that would be awkward.”
 
Anyway, the people are picking up quite a lot of scrap, mostly large pieces and mechanical components. Definitely looks like they know what they're doing.
 
Anyway, the people are picking up quite a lot of scrap, mostly large pieces and mechanical components. Definitely looks like they know what they're doing.
Carla walks over with brazen anger.

“So it’s fine to just waltz in and start taking someone else’s junk now, eh?”

Her rifle is still across her back, but her hands look taunt, almost as if she’s ready to rapidly grab it.
 
Carla walks over with brazen anger.

“So it’s fine to just waltz in and start taking someone else’s junk now, eh?”

Her rifle is still across her back, but her hands look taunt, almost as if she’s ready to rapidly grab it.
Another boat arrives, docking itself next to the original group. They seem to be allied, and now there's a lot of scrap being taken. Looks like they don't care.
 
Tovador decides to ask them if they have found any mechanical hands.
“Will any of you be willing to lend me a hand?”
 
Tovador decides to ask them if they have found any mechanical hands.
“Will any of you be willing to lend me a hand?”
"We don't have any :red: for you. Move along," one of them says.
(alright i'm hoppin in here's a small profile for the character

Name: Andre Garcia Lopez
From: Kyrasteria, born in Prometheus Prime
Occupation: Professional long-range sniper, gunsmith
Rank: Individual Agent (Does not work under a unit, works by himself.)
Gear:
- "Lorenzo" - Sniper rifle with a 5-bullet clip and max range of roughly 10 km.
- Ghillie Suit
- Bullet-proof vest
- Night-vis goggles

Text Colour: #00AA95
Aight
 
Being nice is not something Tovador is used to, so he’s a little upset by the wasted effort. His eyes start crackling again as he talks to himself.
“Guess I’ll just keep looking for one myself then. ‘Move along’! They have no idea who they are talking to…”
 
(hey Incendiary could you maybe send me a layout of what a Wind of Destruction looks like? like just a rough sketch of the shape and where some stuff is, maybe size and stuff would help too. the space update for Trailmakers (vehicle buiding game) is coming out next thursday and i wanna see if i can do a rendition of a Wind of Destruction in-game)
(Oh jeez, that'll be tough. The Winds of Destruction are all massive, like several kilometres in all directions massive. I can try and roughly build the shape, all 3 have different structures so I'll have to do it multiple times. That reminds me, I need to make a map.)
 
Being nice is not something Tovador is used to, so he’s a little upset by the wasted effort. His eyes start crackling again as he talks to himself.
“Guess I’ll just keep looking for one myself then. ‘Move along’! They have no idea who they are talking to…”
Carla loudly exhales and then begins waking towards Tovador and away from the conflict.

“Follow me. I’m gonna show you something cool.”

She has a hint of malice in her calm voice, but it’s not directed at him.

She then begins hastily walking back to her camp.
 
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