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exsiliumlogs2013-02-27 10:14 pm
chargethesebatteries) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-02-27 10:14 pm
Calling all cops and autobots
Date & Time: Pretty much any time from 28Feb throughout the month of March; specify in your comment subject!
Location: All across Exsilium!
Characters: Sergeant Calhoun and YOU!
Summary: While the sarge is out on patrol she winds up running into all kinds of people. And all kinds of trouble. The details are up to you! Wanna get busted? Wanna get rescued? Wanna get donuts? Anything goes, just be creative!
Warnings: Will be updated as necessary
Tamora had come to enjoy her duties as one of Exsilium's Finest, as it were. Not that the police force was particularly organized or notably well-trained, but she supposed they made the best of what they were given. When she'd first arrived in this place she'd been concerned that she would just go out of her mind without her job to keep her occupied, but policing the streets had become a pretty acceptable stand-in. There was a part of her that missed taking out cy-bugs (and an even bigger part of her that missed her colleagues back in Hero's Duty and the rest of the arcade), but moping never fixed anything. Tamora Jean Calhoun did not mope. And so instead she just set herself to cracking down and taking a bite out of crime and serving and protecting and all those fine upstanding things cops did.
Even if it meant dealing with her fair share of resistance. Heck, she kind of enjoyed the troublesome ones--she was a little rough by nature, after all, and figured one good hard time deserved another. She wasn't afraid to full-body tackle a suspect if it came to it, and had her share of bruises and scrapes from doing so. They might not have been laser burns or gashes from cy-bug pincers, but they were battle scars in their own rite.
She'd never been a huge fan of sweets, but she did frequent the local coffee shop when she had downtime, giving the other patrons leery looks over the lip of her mug as she sipped contemplatively at the bitter black liquid. Sometimes she tried her hand at making up ridiculous dramatic histories for the people standing in line. She hadn't bothered asking any of them if she was right or not; it was more fun to just assume the man in the fedora was a mafioso and the woman in the perfectly tailored pencil skirt behind him was his best hitman.
Even on her days off she more often than not found herself tooling around town on her cruiser, just making sure the peace was kept and everyone was coloring within the lines. Exsilium still didn't quite feel like 'home', but it was definitely something that was worth protecting, so far as she was concerned, and nothing was going to change her mind.
Location: All across Exsilium!
Characters: Sergeant Calhoun and YOU!
Summary: While the sarge is out on patrol she winds up running into all kinds of people. And all kinds of trouble. The details are up to you! Wanna get busted? Wanna get rescued? Wanna get donuts? Anything goes, just be creative!
Warnings: Will be updated as necessary
Tamora had come to enjoy her duties as one of Exsilium's Finest, as it were. Not that the police force was particularly organized or notably well-trained, but she supposed they made the best of what they were given. When she'd first arrived in this place she'd been concerned that she would just go out of her mind without her job to keep her occupied, but policing the streets had become a pretty acceptable stand-in. There was a part of her that missed taking out cy-bugs (and an even bigger part of her that missed her colleagues back in Hero's Duty and the rest of the arcade), but moping never fixed anything. Tamora Jean Calhoun did not mope. And so instead she just set herself to cracking down and taking a bite out of crime and serving and protecting and all those fine upstanding things cops did.
Even if it meant dealing with her fair share of resistance. Heck, she kind of enjoyed the troublesome ones--she was a little rough by nature, after all, and figured one good hard time deserved another. She wasn't afraid to full-body tackle a suspect if it came to it, and had her share of bruises and scrapes from doing so. They might not have been laser burns or gashes from cy-bug pincers, but they were battle scars in their own rite.
She'd never been a huge fan of sweets, but she did frequent the local coffee shop when she had downtime, giving the other patrons leery looks over the lip of her mug as she sipped contemplatively at the bitter black liquid. Sometimes she tried her hand at making up ridiculous dramatic histories for the people standing in line. She hadn't bothered asking any of them if she was right or not; it was more fun to just assume the man in the fedora was a mafioso and the woman in the perfectly tailored pencil skirt behind him was his best hitman.
Even on her days off she more often than not found herself tooling around town on her cruiser, just making sure the peace was kept and everyone was coloring within the lines. Exsilium still didn't quite feel like 'home', but it was definitely something that was worth protecting, so far as she was concerned, and nothing was going to change her mind.
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Her eyes brighten at Tamora's explanation.
"Really? That's so cool! Have you been to a lot of other planets? What kind of stuff have you seen?"
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Tamora was fairly used to people being impressed with her title and technology, but this girl was a level of enthusiastic that she hadn't witnessed in a while (probably not since Vanellope had first gotten a chance to ride on the cruiser...). Running a hand back through her hair, she quirked her lips a bit.
"A few," she said. Or, well, her backstory dictated she'd been to a few other planets, anyway. Ugh, it was complicated. "Before I got here, I was stationed on a nameless planet, charged with eliminating a parasitic race of cyborgs that could potentially wipe out life as we know it."
Sarge don't say that so casually...
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"That sounds exciting!" Not what one might expect of a girl who looks like her, but hey. She liked her adventure. "What were they like? Were you guys winning?"
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Pausing, Tamora folded her arms and frowned a bit. What were they like?
"Well, they're called cy-bugs," she said, "which is pretty self-explanatory. They're cybernetic... bugs, more or less. Nasty critters. They can take on the properties of anything they consume, so if we lose a gun to one of 'em, suddenly we're dodging our own bullets, if you follow."
She kneaded her forehead then.
"As for whether or not we're winning... it's tough to say," she admitted. "We're grossly outnumbered, but we're determined to not give up 'til every last one cy-bug is annihilated."
Granted, if that happened the game would be over. Literally. And that would mean they would get unplugged. She wasn't even sure it was actually possible to eradicate all the cy-bugs, but she couldn't really explain that facet of it to this girl. After all, it wasn't like she would understand being a character in a video game or anything.