Wave after Wave

[Zeklo]

(Yes and thank you!)

The water was upon Syndir in no time, and it was only then did he realize just how heavy the object on his face was. Waves smashed into his thin form relentlessly, and all he could manage was desperately flailing his arms to delay the inevitably. His golden gloves didn't help.

When the rope came down, he aimlessly grabbed for it, but to no avail. It wasn't long before his head went under, and the rest soon followed. He grasped towards the surface in one final attempt until finally one of his hands caught hold, then so did his second. He wasn't sure he could lift himself further. His limbs felt weak and numb from the sheer cold. Even if he didn't die of drowning then he might end up dying to...

He lost his train of thought.

[YouKnowWho]

Trevor wasn't going to see a third person die in front of him, no sir. He pulled Syndir up with his all his adrenaline filled strength, kicking another plank of wood off the boat so that he would fit inside.

[Zeklo]

The rope tightened and Syndir felt his weight begin to rise with it. In a matter of moments he reached the top and sprawled out onto the wooden floor, gasping for breath. With his last ounce of strength he gave a thumbs up and rolled onto his back.

"Wasn't I like *breath* so awesome just then? I suppose you deserve a *breath* bit of credit, but don't let it get *breath* to your head."

[YouKnowWho]

"Whatever you say." Trevor answered, giving Syndir a pat before returning to study the tiny coat.

Edited April 21, 2016 by Youknowwho

[CloakofCrow]

(Hey everybody! I'm going to join this roleplay.)

Character:

Spoiler

Name: Turner (He forgot what the abbreviation means)

Race: Robot

History: Turner was built to serve. He was the personal servant for the person who built him. Turner was used to entertain, serve, and protect guests at his owner’s mansion. After the apocalypse, Turner protected his owner until he died. Turner now lies dormant until someone or something interacts with him. He is powered through shutting down and recharging through heat energy.
Personality: Whatever you adjust his settings to!

Appearance: (Think of a Dwemer Centurion from Skyrim, but smaller) Standing around 7 feet tall and weighing one ton, Turner is not something you want to mess with. He is clanky, and has a constant exhaust spewing from his shoulder vents.

Strengths: He is practically a huge tool. He has various practical functions built into his frame including: weapons (short and long ranges), a radio, memory systems, food preparation, and various other things. If you need any information stored, you can trust he will remember it. His heavy armor makes him near indestructible to small attacks. He doesn’t need food and doesn’t have sanity. He uses a steam engine to function so he needs water and a lot of heat from time to time in order to function. If you can get your hands on better fuel then that’s much better than water. He’s your full functioning tank-Swiss army knife. You can attach almost anything to him and make him even better.
Weaknesses: He’s heavy, so he sinks in water (he is able to function for a certain period of time underwater but he will eventually shut down to prevent permanent damage). He’s slow, so it takes him longer than usual to get places. His program is still set to his previous owner, so technical words and commands may be hard to understand. He’s loud, so forget stealth around him. And on top of all that, he has some faulty wiring, so he may unexpectedly do something stupid or shut down without warning. He is weak to cold, extended periods of time in water, and excessive electricity.

(I will hop in when I have an opportunity)

Edited April 30, 2016 by CloakofCrow

[YouKnowWho]

Just now, CloakofCrow said:

(Hey everybody! I'm going to join this roleplay.)

Character:

  Hide contents

Name: Turner

Race: Robot

History: Turner was built to serve. He was the personal servant for the person who built him. Turner was used to entertain, serve, and protect guests at his owner’s mansion. After the apocalypse, Turner protected his owner until he died. Turner now lies dormant until someone or something interacts with him. He is powered through shutting down and recharging through heat energy.
Personality: Whatever you adjust his settings to!
Appearance: (Think of a Dwemer Centurion from Skyrim, but smaller) Standing around 7 feet tall and weighing 600 pounds, Turner is not something you want to mess with. He is clanky, and has a constant exhaust spewing from his shoulder vents.

Strengths: He is practically a huge tool. He has various practical functions built into his frame including: weapons (short and long ranges), a radio, memory systems, food preparation, and various other things. If you need any information stored, you can trust he will remember it. His heavy armor makes him near indestructible to small attacks. He doesn’t need food and doesn’t have sanity. He uses a steam engine to function so he needs water and a lot of heat from time to time in order to function. If you can get your hands on better fuel then that’s much better than water. He’s your full functioning tank-Swiss army knife. You can attach almost anything to him and make him even better.
Weaknesses: He’s heavy, so he sinks in water (he is able to function for a certain period of time underwater but he will eventually shut down to prevent permanent damage). He’s slow, so it takes him longer than usual to get places. His program is still set to his previous owner, so technical words and commands may be hard to understand. He’s loud, so forget stealth around him. And on top of all that, he has some faulty wiring, so he may unexpectedly do something stupid or shut down without warning. He is weak to cold, extended periods of time in water, and excessive electricity.

(I will hop in when I have an opportunity)

( "W-WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME" )

[CloakofCrow]

Just now, Youknowwho said:

( "W-WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME" )

(Lol what's wrong Youknowwho?)

[YouKnowWho]

Just now, CloakofCrow said:

(Lol what's wrong Youknowwho?)

 

1 minute ago, Youknowwho said:

Name: Technical Occupation Machine or T.O.M

Age: 33 years 

Backstory(just a brief as to how you ended up here): Used to be a carsalesbot. Was tricked to think that the machine was a new type of car and that he should take it for a test drive.  There's much more, but that's for another time. Ehehehe!

Appearance: A withered rectangular robot wearing a fedora. Has a singular wheel to move around. Only has one arm.

Personality: Quirky and annoying. Can't stop being happy and excited.

Quirk/Gift/Ability (optional): Only has one arm. His tire isn't very durable. Can't get around as easily without his tire. Annoying. Can play a loud noise to get attention from far away. It used to be a chant that constantly said "SALE! SALE! SALE!" but it may not be as pleasant now. Has a rusty revolver hidden in a compartment that he can get out if necessary. Revolver doesn't have infinite ammo. It takes 30 seconds to reload it, and it can only hold one bullet at a time.  Everything hurts.

http://imgur.com/uPQK9O

(T.O.M is lonely)

Edited April 21, 2016 by Youknowwho

[CloakofCrow]

5 minutes ago, Youknowwho said:

(T.O.M is lonely)

(*Crosses dimensions* SOWWY!)

[Battal]

(He lives!)

(I'll have them set down on a small island, so you can introduce him if you're accepted.)

[wxps350]

(Hey! I remember Turner!

@Zeklo For Gyx, just imagine him as a normal sized Cthulhu without wings)

The crab magically appeared inside the ship, huddled into a corner. Gyx fell overboard, and start flailing. "Hghlp! Hglp mgh! Gh... Gh... Rgh wght, ghm rgh frsgh..." He stopped, and sunk below the waves. He'd just wait out the storm on a cozy reef. As long as he wasn't attacked by sharks. Or sick fires.

Edited April 21, 2016 by wxps350

[CloakofCrow]

(I PM'd Chris before cluttering the roleplay with stuff so I'm accepted. *is too impatient for everything*)

(also, what you're doing is really cool Zeklo)

Edited April 21, 2016 by CloakofCrow

[MenaAthena]

The dragon saw her favorite humans person slip and her eyes widened. She tried to catch him, but wasn't quick enough, and even with her long neck she could reach him in the water from the boat. Luckily, a humans made rope was thrown out to him and caught. Yay, the shiny giving human was saved!

~~~~~~~~~

Kate's eyes widened in alarm when Syndir disappeared from the hole and splashed into the water. Trevor quickly came to the rescue, so she backed out of the way and watched anxiously. She set Noctimus and the totem down once he was pulled to safety. "Drink the medicine, okay? It'll make you feel better." She instructed before going over to the shouting coffee guy, concern shown clearly on her face.

[Battal]

(Well then, welcome!  Here's a handy map that should sum up the adventure so far -)

(You'll want to click on it and set it to full screen, so you can zoom in and read the text.)

[YouKnowWho]

"Don't worry, he'll be alright." Trevor said to sort of reassure Kate. He wasn't the best at that.

---

Noctimus squeaked a weak lil' happy squeak, and began to take small licks of the sap.

[Dara999]

This goes rather fast. }

 

[DwerBomb]

Just now, Dara999 said:

This goes rather fast. }

 

(Help us we're slow)

[WaddleDee]

Wiffleball began the task of trying to restuff his leg, but due to the angle, it was much harder than it looked. Whenever he put some cotton back in, it fell out just as quickly. Maybe if he - no, no, what if - ugh. He rolled over, but he couldn't secure the stuffing, nor could he reach the wound to fix it. He smacked his face against the floor in defeat.

[YouKnowWho]

Trevor did what any good friend would do and began to stuff Wiffleball's leg for him.

[MenaAthena]

6 hours ago, Dara999 said:

This goes rather fast. }

6 hours ago, DwerBomb said:

(Help us we're slow)

(Big storm is coming. Meritursas's face cut off access to the cargo hold. Panic.)

Kate looked up at Trevor for a second, and then back at Syndir, and that's when she noticed something. Syndir's wet shirt clung to his chest, making the form of his emaciated ribs clearly noticeable. Kate looked down as she pulled her shirt tight across her own chest. Her ribs may not have protruded out quite as much as his, but it was still bad. 

[DwerBomb]

Jaw starts screaming and running around the ship. He eventually finds a plank of wood and repairs under it. But then he remembers about Gilda, and goes to get her. He holds her hand and brings her under the plank.

[YouKnowWho]

Trevor wondered what had Kate so worried, and that was when he noticed how hungry they both were. "Hey Kate, think you could hold in..." Trevor noticed the tag on Wiffleball's leg. "...Wiffleball's stuffing in while I fish?"

[MenaAthena]

(Actually her expression right now is more, "oh neat, his ribs are like mine!" than worried since she doesn't really know what emaciation is, but I wasn't sure how to write that down so I didn't and just hoped it would be implied. 

I hoped wrong, apparently.)

Kate looked up to Trevor again and nodded, letting go of her shirt. She knelt over Wiffleball and started trying to stick the stuffing back in the rip.

[YouKnowWho]

\/( '-' )\/

Edited April 21, 2016 by Youknowwho

[wxps350]

Gyx chilled beneath the sea.

Crab on the other hand started cracking nurs with his claws, and eating them while looking at kate.