[RPG] The Big-Oh! RP — An Archive of Storytelling

Great. Just what I need. Snake thought as the sirens came on behind him.

"I can't stop. I'll see if he'll pull up next to me. I am not losing Angel again. It took too long to find her."

Snake stuck his arm out of the window and waved for the cop to pull up next to him.


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"Well," he asked, his back to them both, the female Dominus and the android, "are you going to take him, or not?"

Amelia could hardly believe it. She wouldn’t need to escape with Big Duo. She could take him...freely? This was too good to be true. There has to be a catch. What was it? She couldn’t sense anything in his words. She tried to hear Big Duo, but he just smiled, happy to hear that his old friend could and would be HIS dominus. She glared at Big Duo. He was confident that no matter what trap Alex put on him, he would be safe. I could tell you if there was a tracking device, or they were following us. Don’t worry.

Alan would have been a worse pilot and yes, they both would have died had Alan been his pilot, but now that Amelia would be, well, Big Duo smiled, she could take him home, where he wanted to be until he really needed to be needed.

“Yes, I will take him, but what’s the condition?” Amelia inquired to Alex’s back.
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(OOC: Its Alex...gotta be suspicious )

(OOC: I'm considering writing all of Alex's scenes in script format, since his personality seems to suit it. Let's just test it out to see how it'll work. If it doesn't seem appropriate, I'll edit this post later.)

MUSIC CUE: False

--Profile angle of the right side of Alex's face. We pan to the left as Amelia, offscreen, speaks. Alex looks back out of the corner of his eye, intent and focused.

ALEX
Yes, I knew you'd think there'd be some kind of 'catch'.

--Alex smiles, closing his eyes and tilting his head downward, as if to look at the floor.

ALEX (CONT')
You're so much like your husband, Miss Seebach; always unable to accept things at their face value. I find that amusing, really.

--Angle from behind and below Amelia, looking past her right leg, as Alex turns around to face her, streching his arms wide open, almost like a preacher. His brows cast a deep shadow over his eyes, making look like black pits. --Worm's eye view of Alex, looking up at him about one-half of a foot back from his shoes, giving the impression that he is as tall as a megadeus. The lighting above glares off our vision, continuing to shadow his eyes. Throughout his speech, Alex keeps his arms in the same extended placement. As he speaks we slowly pan upward, starting at his ankle.

ALEX
My condition, Miss Seebach, is that you use him. We all have a role to play, Miss Seebach; you were assigned to be a Dominus of Megadeus, as was I. It is our fate, our destiny; the roles we have been given were always meant to be ours, they are the reason we were brought into existance. Our only purpose in life is to fufill these roles!

--As Alex comes to a stop, so do we, the bottom of the camera just above his knee, cutting it from view. False comes to a close at the same time. --Close up on Alex's eyes, visible to us now, as they narrow.

ALEX (smugly)
I recommend that you play your role as well as you can.

"There's someone following us." Beck's eye was twitching. "And there's only two people it could possibly be, neither of them someone I want to run into right now."

Angel said nothing, but glanced in the rearview mirror. The sight of a wide black car greeted her. It was unmistakably a Griffon.

Roger...?

Her last encounter with the Negotiator felt like it had been ages ago, but it had only been earlier that evening. She still felt a small sting at Roger's sudden parting from her.

But then, what did you expect him to do? He doesn't trust you, and with good reason.

However, all thoughts of Roger Smith were suddenly wiped away as a low voice came in over the car's radio. The tacky, loud music Beck had chosen was replaced with Snake Mercato's clipped words.

"Well, I inspect the Megaduce fight, and you go for a joyride. Look in your mirror, why the hurry?"

"Damn!" Beck pounded the dashboard. "I'd rather have Crow Boy!"

So would I, Angel thought briefly. But she quickly shook that thought away and leaned toward the radio, trying to figure out how to respond. "Beck, how is he broadcasting to our car?"

"Must have a communication device built in," Beck muttered. He began flipping switches here and there to try and uncover how it worked. He succeeded in switching the station back to his tacky music.

"Switch it back!" Angel slapped at his hand while trying to maintain control of the car.

"What for?!" Beck glared at her defiantly. "I'm sick of him following us around. What the hell did you talk to him for in the first place? If you'd just left him alone, none of this would have happened." He sat back in his seat with a disgruntled sigh.

"Of course it would have happened," Angel replied brightly. "Look at us. We attract trouble naturally." She jammed on the radio's buttons. "Now, fix this so that I can talk to Snake." She paused thoughtfully. "Actually, I suppose we could just pull over and join him in his car. We ought to at least tell him about Emilia."

She frowned. She hadn't thought of Emilia for a while, and felt guilty because of it. She knew Alan well enough to know that he wouldn't do anything to Emilia until Angel caught up to him. No, Alan was only using her as bait; he had no intention of harming her.. much.

Vera, on the other hand, was more of a wild card. She would certainly not be pleased that Angel was riding around in a car with Beck (who, given his gaudy appearance and generally obnoxious behavior, would not be someone Vera Ronstadt would take a liking to), but would she take that out on Emilia Townsend? Angel was honestly not sure. She hated the feeling of being unsure. She felt as if there were something boiling in her stomach, steadily cooking until it was ready to explode.

Maybe it was not so much uncertainty as fear.

"No way!" Beck crossed his arms. "No frigging way, Angel."

But there was no time to argue, as the flash of lights and screeching of sirens interrupted them. Beck growled loudly.

"What the hell is this, the 'tagalong with Beck and Angel party'?!" He turned to look out the back of the car and yelled some words Angel thought that even a criminal like Beck would have the manners not to say. He flopped back into his seat.

"It's that cop again," he said.

"Cop?" Angel frowned, thinking. "Oh! What's he doing here?"

"What do we care for? Let's get the hell outta here!" And with that, Beck reached over and floored the gas pedal with his left foot, the heel of his shiny black shoe forcefully digging into the top of Angel's shoe as Beck ground his heel purposely. She recoiled from the wheel in pain, and Beck took the opportunity to steer the car, his heel still on her foot, still inflicting pain to maintain control of the wheel. She did not know where he intended to tak them, but they sped down the road away from Snake and the flashing lights of the cop car, and Angel managed to look in the rearview mirror again before Snake's car was out of sight. She wasn't sure, but she thought maybe she saw a look of surprise on Snake's face, illuminated by the red and blue lights of Roland Bustems's car.

Bloo. This is short. They'll get better as I get back into the groove of things though, promise.
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Alan grinned wider than ever at Vera's words. Dealing with Angel would be such fun. Though the more sophisticated part of him imagined a certain appeal from watching Vera's whip in action as well... no, better to take it in his own hands. He just couldn't resist.

He didn't spare so much as a glance to Emilia in the backseat. "Isalai Tsai. Just a pretty little lure for a bigger fish."

Somewhere behind them, Alan's acute hearing picked up on a police siren. Smiling emptily at the road in front of him, he sped up enough to maintain the distance between them and their pursuers.

"Where to, then? We have quite a caravan now, it would seem. Shall I stop?"

The cop car pulled up next to Snake and Roland motioned for him to stop, but Snake was bent on trailing Angel. Agitated, he maneuvered his car between the others, causing some slight scratched on the back. He quickly angled the car in front of the Griffon as the three vehicles reached a one-way street.

Roland got out of his car and walked over to Snake's window as Angel and Beck escaped. His heart was pounding. The very moment he had dreamed of was upon him. The moment he legally changed his name for. He hoped it would be on a bigger stage, which was his primary reason for hunting Beck, but this would do for rehearsal.

Snake rolled down his window and Roland unleashed his fury. "You've just been busted by Bustems!" No laughter or fear came from Snake, which disappointed Roland a little, but didn't really bother him. He could always lie about the reaction later, when he told his story.
"Anyway," he continued, "You know what tailgatin' is? Cause you were doing it and I'm gonna need to ticket you." He took a look at Snake's sunglasses (I'm assuming you're wearing them, Snake). "Hey, tough guy, I'm pretty sure wearing sun glasses at night is a traffic violation too. Anything else I should know?"
The chunky officer looked over the dashboard. "What is this car anyway?" Snake's expression showed that he was getting impatient. "You got a driver's licens--wait a second..." He edged closer to Snake and sniffed. "You've been drinking! Well, we have a whole mess of violation's here, don't we. Ha! I don't even know where to start! Dis is great for me. Thanks a bunch, pal. Now hand over the license please"

Vera
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"Lovely" Vera muttered as she too detected the wailing of sirens far behind them. She rolled down the window on her side, leaning out over the street as she looked back, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on. Seeing nothing, Vera sat back down heavily.

"This has turned into a fiasco." She looked at Alan. "I suppose this is what you had in mind when you said I had called Gaspard to early?" Alan ignored her; instead of repsponding, he smiled.

"Where to, then? We have quite a caravan now, it would seem. Shall I stop?" Vera shook her head at the words, idly fingering her jacket.

"Stop, no. Slow down, yes. We certainly," she mused, "do not want the Mercenary of Hell to catch up with us. However," Vera continued, looking back down the street, "losing Agent 340 is also not an option."

Turning away, she stopped, as if seeing Emilia for the first time. Vera forcefully grabbed the girl's collar, jerking her forward. "You--" Vera said, examining Emilia more closely. "Those eyes... that hair... the face... You are the daughter of Agent 276!!" Vera grabbed onto the necklace Emilia was wearing, ripping it off her neck and scrutinizing with a narrowed eye. "Yes, she always wore this..."

The blonde-haired woman clenched the crucifix tightly in her fist. The sound of a crack forming came out as she squeezed as hard as she could, knuckles turning white. Vera growled deep in her throat, wheeling around in her seat and throwing the necklace violently out of the car's window.

It hit the dark grey of the pavement, splitting apart in two pieces where Vera had cracked it. She sunk back into her seat, crossing her arms as she did. "Hmph!" she scoffed, keeping her gaze focused on the road ahead. "I suppose I should've expected this. Your mother always had a talent for ending up exactly where I didn't want her."

(sorry. I'll edit this post once I know what's going on)

Julia was pretty, seemingly perfect. If this was indeed true, why was she wandering around aimlessly in this city? Where, in fact, did she belong? Her black cloathes felt heavy on her, since she had been walking around in the rain most of the time. She stared at a puddle of water in an alleyway.
Staring back at her, was a face she didn't recognize. The face glowered at her with ruby colored eyes. Julia quickly scrambled away from the terrifying reflection.
Is this me? Is this who I now am? But why? Snake! I must find him!
She quickly stood up and turned to begin her search for her husband. But where to begin? Where?

Had the whole world gone crazy? He couldn't remember a time when so much had blown up all at once. He'd gotten word that Angel was out on the town with Beck?! Of all people... she must be really desperate for company. Foreigners appearing in town? He had a really bad feeling about that. And a true wild card, some sort of megadeus pilot named Snake Mercado, playing mercenary. He called himself something truly bizarre, a schitzo-warrior or something like it. Whatever they were, they were evidently modified in some sort of unearthly experiment in the previous Age, a group of them, to create a special unit of Dominus shock troops or the like. What really grabbed his attention was that Snake knew about him somehow. He assumed that Roger was possibly one of his comrades in that experimental unit, but... no, there was no way that could be right.

And this bunch of modified soldiers, that bugged him. He'd become quite a cynical man in his work as a Negotiator dealing with Paradigm Corporation, but he'd always had a sense that the world of forty years ago was a lot more straightforward and freer of the shadows of corruption and intrigue of this one. A world that wouldn't go around stealing people's humanity away like that. Perhaps that was utopian thinking, but he preferred to think of it as optimism. Oh well, just one more mystery to throw on the mountain to deal with later.

In any case, Snake had a megadeus, somewhat like Big-O but modified, and a little creepier looking, possibly for that shock troop effect that goes over real well with enemy soldiers. And Snake was a good pilot, a little better than he was, which came in handy when facing the rampaging megadeus they fought just a few hours earlier.

But even though dawn was coming, the action wasn't over. Dan Dastun was off chasing some intruder, Snake left him a message but he was off on some sort of chase of his own, and Angel and Beck were off somewhere tearing through the streets of Paradigm themselves, and up to God knows what. He really wanted to get after Angel and find out just what the heck was going on, but he needed to stop at the mansion first to refuel both car and body. He had a feeling this was going to be one long day.

Norman and Dorothy met him at the elevator with their usual stoic expressions, but something felt different. Even Dorothy seemed sly about something. He didn't have time to bother with such impressions this morning, telling Norman as he handed him a cup of coffee, "Go top off the Griffon, and do make sure that Big O is rearmed and ready to go as soon as possible. I have a feeling that the excitement isn't over yet. Not with Beck on the loose and Alex Rosewater toying with us."

As the butler nodded obediently and began to leave, Roger noticed that there was something odd about Dorothy. Her hair and dress were damp from the rain. "Dorothy, you were out this morning? Why didn't you take an umbrella?"

"I did," she replied in her flat, sullen monotone as Roger took a drink of savory coffee, but she didn't elaborate, and Roger rolled his eyes. Sometimes she would spill too many details, and sometimes she would clam up, but there was something odd about this whole thing. He noticed that the front of her dress wasn't wet like the rest of her clothing. There were dark patches on her bosom, as if she'd been carrying something that had been in the rain... what was she up to, if anything?

He asked leadingly, "If you took your umbrella, why did you get wet?"

"I lost it in a gust of wind," she told him in her mechanical rhythm, "and some poor man grabbed it across the street who was drenched. I am not bothered by the rain, so I simply came home. I'm afraid in the excitement, I forgot to change."

Well, that part of the mystery was solved, but he was still puzzled by the condition of her dress. "That's very noble of you, Dorothy. I'll pick you up another umbrella today while I'm out." He noticed that Norman was lingering, as if monitoring the conversation... now what was going on? He raised a razor sharp eyebrow and said to his servant meaningfully, "Norman...?"

He blinked as if startled, and bowed appologetically. "I'm sorry, master Roger, this has been quite a hectic morning. I'll see to your requests now."

He fixed Dorothy in his gaze as the butler departed, but he got the feeling she was doing the same thing, as if keeping an eye on him for some reason. "Okay Dorothy, is there anything going on that I should know about?"

"What would be going on that you should know about?" she replied quickly.

He gave an elaborate sigh and muttered as he headed to the dining room, "Sometimes I think you two do this to me to relieve boredom or something." He didn't have time to play one of Dorothy's chat games this morning. There was a much bigger conspiracy playing out on the streets of Paradigm City, and in the dark recesses of Alex Rosewater's nefarious empire, and he was anxious to get to it. He had a feeling that it had everything to do with the future of his little world, hung so precariously in the balance of Fate. One little disturbance untended to, and it could all come crashing down.

But as long as he was alive, that wasn't going to happen.

Colonel Dastun growled as he threw his Military Police car around a turn, not in the mood to obey traffic laws at the moment, his hand around the wheel in an iron grip. He'd realized that howitzers weren't the best vehicles for chasing after mobile suspects and had himself dropped off at his car. "Damn that foreigner! Invading the very Military Police! I don't know how that happened, but there's gonna be one hell of a shakedown in my men today! A security breach of that nature is unacceptable!" He grabbed the radio microphone and barked into it, "Tell me if you've seen any sign of that damned car!"

First off, Wow. Good job Stryker. I'm speechless to your accuracy of what's going on.



Now....


"I'm not handing over anything." Snake said, "You can check me. I'm not drunk. Look." Snake raised his foot 6 inches off of the ground and counted to 30. "As for my sunglasses, there is nothing wrong with wearing them. Besides, you don't want me to take them off. As for the tailgating, I was following Ang-- I mean someone I know. Now, 'Bustems', you have made me lose my party whom I had been at the bar with, you want to bust me for being drunk when clearly I am not, and you are rather annoying for a cop."

Snake took off his glasses, showing his red eyes, the scarred eye seemed to be burning red rather than the normal red they usually were.
"There, I took off my glasses. Now, you won't like me. If you ever run into someone named Angel, ask her about what I'm like without--" Snake stopped suddenly. "Mr. Bustems, please excuse me for a moment."

Snake grabbed the mirror off of his dashboard and ran across the street. He held the mirror in front of a person in black clothes, "Hello...Julia. Hey, Bustems, the registration for my car is in the glove compartment. It is a Griffion, by the way. A very reliable car. Julia, come to my car with me, you're soaked..."



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Sorry snake if I play your part a little. Just trying to get the story to work.
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Julia gasped when a young man in glasses grabbed her. She struggled for a few moments before finally asking who he was. His answer was simple.
"Snake Marcato."
Julia stopped fighting as her eyes widened. "Snake?"
He nodded in assent, his face relieved. She followed him into the black car, warmth enveloping her for the first time in what felt like forever. She pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. Snake rested his hand on her back.
"Don't curl up like that, or you'll never get dry."
Julia gazed at him with her ruby eyes. His own eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, but she had a strange feeling that his were just the same. I finally found him...but now what? She leaned against him. He comforted her as she closed her eyes slowly. She'd sleep on it a little, before doing anything else. His smell, his face, everything was so familiar. Even if she couldn't remember.

Seeing Snake's eyes had no effect on Roland. He didn't even notice them. As Snake left the car, Roland yelled at him.
"Hey! Excuse me! You can't just leave the car!"
"Hey, Bustems, the registration for my car is in the glove compartment. It is a Griffion, by the way. A very reliable car."
The soaking cop was getting very impatient with Snake's uncaring attitude towards him, but instead of following him to Julia he decided to follow his advice and look for identification in the glove compartment. He hoped the car would turn out to be stolen. The more violations this guy made, the happier the chief would be when he was brought in.

He took a look at the dashboard of the Griffon and became confused. "Hey, pal! How do you open this?" Snake was too wrapped up in his own issues to even take note of what Bustems said, so the cop took initiative and looked for the button to open the glove compartment. His chubby fingers hit multiple buttons at once and he felt a jolt in the front of the car. He ran around to the front to see what had happened. Bustems was suddenly filled with astonishment, fear, and joy. A pair of machine guns had appeared on the front bumper.

Snake had just escorted Julia to the passenger side of the car and was comforting her. When he looked up, the officer was gone. Before Snake had a chance to think about where such a large man would hide, he felt his head smash against the hood of his car.

"Tailgating was bad. Drunk driving was worse. Having sunglasses on at night is inconsiderate and dangerous. Ignoring and being brief with a charming and handsome officer was a major offense! Then I find weapons built into your car! I don't care who you are or who this woman is, I've had it with you! Want me to read you your rights? Its probably the last time you'll have any, pal!" Quickly, a pair of handcuffs flew at Snake's wrists.

Snake rolled his eyes, "Bustems, couldn't you have waited. Let me put it this way: only two people in this city have Griffions, Myself, and Roger Smith. Griffions are specially designed for people like us." Snake opens the glove compartment and hands the cop all the papers on the Griffion. "As I am sure you know, Roger is a Negotiator. I also was a Negotiator. Look right here," Snake points out a special piece of paper, "It says that I can legally have this car AND all of its....abilities. Now, may we please finish our business? This girl is wet and freezing, and I need to take her somewhere, plus, I need to track Angel again, given that you made me lose her. By the way, I don't think the handcuffs are necessary. I've proven that I can have this car. Just give me the ticket for tailgating. Besides, I've passed a field sobriety test to prove my lack of drunkenness."

"An...gel? Who is An...gel?" Julia asked slowly, her eyes still closed.
It was apparent that she hadn't really spoken in a while, nor met anyone in the city.
"Someone. I'll introduce you to her later, when we manage to find her."
Julia nodded, here body feeling heavy. She yawned, wanting to curl up, but deciding against it. Snake smiled at her gently.
"Get some rest, Julia. You look exahsted."
Julia stared at Roland for a moment, a little weary of the cop, deciding against sleeping.

Norman heaved a sigh of relief as Roger took the lift down to the basement of the mansion, where his car and a huge black guardian kept constant vigil. "Oh thank heaven, I thought he'd never leave." He turned and headed for the stairwell to the middle floor where their guest was resting.

"Why did you not tell Roger about the man I brought in?" Dorothy asked, curious in her own way.

He shook his head, not exactly sure what to tell her. "This is a rather... special circumstance, Dorothy, and news of this nature must be given when master Roger is less occupied."

Dorothy made it a point to ask Roger when he would be less occupied. Not to reveal Norman's news, but to understand something of the nature of this relationship, in which a servant who wasn't supposed to keep secrets, kept a rather big, unusual, significant secret. This was something else that she wanted to understand about human nature, a nature she wanted herself.

Roger revved the Griffon's engine, enjoying the throaty roar as he sped out of the garage and onto the mostly empty road. He was a typical male, and the black sedan was a marvelous car to drive, a definite boost to the male ego. But it was also essential for tasks like this, hunting down Angel and Beck. He had a feeling that they wouldn't be out sightseeing the legal areas within or near the domes, and took a road that went through the more run down but still inhabited areas of Paradigm City.

If he could trust Dan Dastun to keep his nose out of it, he'd call his friend and see if the Military Police had any info on a possible make of car to watch out for. But Dan was a bit too dedicated to his job to be trusted in that regard, and he wanted to find them without a squad of police hounding him. Besides, the driver would be someone he wouldn't miss. There were a lot of lovely women in the city, but none could compare to Angel. She was an unmistakeable beauty. And knowing her, she would be driving, as Beck was a bit too unpredictable, even behind the wheel.

But the question of the day was, what on earth had possessed Angel to link up with that nutty crook? They had to be up to something, but what? Did it have anything to do with that rampaging megadeus he'd fought earlier with Snake? He didn't think it was anything more than a coincidence, but Beck did have a thing about big robots, and a megadeus was something he'd been after before. Was Angel using Beck for some reason? It couldn't possibly be the other way round. Angel was much to saavy to let a clown like Beck manipulate her. But the mystery would only be cleared up when he caught up with them and they had a little chat.

The feeling of excitement had left Bustems. Now he was starting to get frustrated with this Snake fellow. Marcato had tried his best to ignore him and the heavy charges put against him. Not to mention that every time Bustems tried to do something, Snake would find something better to do This was getting insulting and Roland Bustems was ready to take action!
"Look, pal! I don't care what the hell a Griffon is or who the hell "Roger" is! Stop acting like I care where you're going, because whateva' problem you had... well... It's with Bustems now, baby!"
At that Bustems grabbed Snake and started muscling him into the back of his police car. At this point, other cars had come down the street and their headlights illuminated the scene of Bustems' hefty body pushing the fugitive into his car. Residents in nearby buildings had opened their windows and started to watch. They spied the shady figure and saw a tired girl in his car. Could it have been a drugging and kidnapping? Snake Marcato was being watched and judged by more than just one cop now. There was no more avoiding the situation.

Snake's sunglasses fell off of his face onto the car. His eyes were glowing, "You are making me very angry." He broke free from the cop's grip, and now stood in front of him.

"Apparently you do not know who I am. I am Snake Marcato, the Mercenary of Hell. I understand concepts about the state of this world that you could not even begin to comprehend!" The more Snake spoke, the angrier he bacame, and the more his red eyes glowed. He now looked like a demon-figure in the darkness. "Do you want to know my problems? I'll tell you! I've been running from my past for I don't know how long, I had some memories that would send you to the nuthouse, I was told that my fioncee was dead and in a fashion most greusome, I find her walking in the rain after I've been stopped by some halfwit cop, now she is sleeping in my car and if you wake her up, YOUR DAY WILL BE AS BAD AS MINE! I TRY TO DRINK AWAY THE MEMORIES, BUT ALCOHOL HAS NO EFFECT ON ME..." Snake suddenly stopped. "Excuse me, may I go to my car to make a quick call? Here, I'll put the keys on the middle of the roof of my car, so that I can't drive away. I know someone that may be able to explain everything about the main reason I got pulled over..."

Snake put the keys on the middle of the roof like he said, and there was no way he could reach them from inside. He turned his back to the cop for a moment and held his ring to his mouth after setting the appropriate frequency, "Roger, do you think you could come help me out of a situation? I'm trying to explain things, partly about my car, to this halfwit cop that pulled me over saying that I was tailgating Angel."