Zenith, SK Solo

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Zenith, SK Solo

Zenith, SK Solo Write

It's been a while since I've made something on here, hasn't it?

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Carlos was having a very not-good day. He'd forgotten his math homework, left his lunch in his locker, and got completely schooled by Tedward with his stupid +2 Warhammer. Carlos sighed loudly and melodramatically, just in case anybody decided he was sighing loud enough to consider talking to him. They didn't. Carlos felt like punching a wall, but he hadn't gotten the wall-punching skill back in 4th Grade. He chose a laser gun proficiency instead under the naive hope of getting a laser gun from a loot drop during P.E. He was just happy that school was over. Walking out of Regikolb's Academy was always an experience. Once, he opened the doors just to find a police squad taking down a mecha that had been parked in a disabled space. That was an interesting day. Today, when Carlos walked up to the doors, he found there were no doorknobs, no hinges, and in fact, no doors at all. It was just a wall. Carlos smacked himself in the forehead. He took a wrong turn back at E block. Carlos sighed again, digging into his pocket for that last runestone he got from a vending machine about a week ago. "Stupid brain," he grumbled, fishing out a small rock with an intricate symbol carved into one side. He muttered the incantation (trying his hardest not to sound sarcastic) and chucked it on the floor. The floor swirled in a warped kaleidoscope of color and he stepped through. Falling for about a second, he popped out outside the school and right next to a group of mutants practicing anti-gravity basketball. Ignoring the loud dribbling and laser-eye noises, Carlos walked home. 

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So basically, this is a Solo Write taking place in the small town of Zenith, Saskatchewan is a world where people wield JRPG swords just in case a random encounter with a ninja goblin occurs on their way to tennis practice. If you've ever read the Scott Pilgrim books, you'll have a good idea of what atmosphere I'm trying to create, but you don't have to have read them to enjoy this. Imagine an urban fantasy/comic book/sci-fi/slice-of-life all packed into one and you basically have the world of Zenith.

RULES (Please follow to the best of your ability):

1. NO OP CHARRIES. This is going to be hard in a world where people shoot lazers out of their eyes to open soda cans, but please try not to make your character OP.

2. No Personality-less characters. Try to make them detailed people with flaws and quirks. Note that characters with less personality will not be as major characters as more deep ones.

Rule 3: Characters should be between 16 and 29.

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Charrie Sheet:

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Appearance:

Personality:

Flaws:

Equipment:

Highest Stat:

Favorite Vehicle:

Favorite Color:

Other:

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If you have any questions for me, I would not be surprised as this is a little random and weird. Just ask and I will answer to the best of my ability.

Have fun!

 

 

 

submitted by General Waffleson, age -455, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(October 30, 2018 - 5:08 pm)

Um, I kinda gotta know if he has more since this is a solo write and stuff.

Btw, spots are now closed. We will start this weekend or maybe sooner if I get a good chunk of time to write.

submitted by General Waffleson
(November 13, 2018 - 8:56 pm)

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submitted by TOP
(November 15, 2018 - 8:55 am)

Can I add something to Liv's weaknesses? She, like me, is afraid of being a burden to others. 

submitted by Soren Infinity, age 27 eons, BeaconTown
(November 15, 2018 - 6:41 pm)

How did this sink so quickly???

submitted by TOP hat
(November 17, 2018 - 8:16 pm)

TOP 

submitted by TOP
(November 20, 2018 - 8:45 am)
submitted by when do we start?
(November 20, 2018 - 8:15 pm)

Carlos continued down the sidewalk as various vehicles whizzed around beside him. He didn't quite know where he was going but he figured if he walked for long enough, something would happen. So Carlos walked. He walked to Zenith Park where it seemed there was an exorcist battling some demon or whatever. Carlos didn't want to get involved, so he continued walking. Suddenly a rift in time and space opened up in front of him. Carlos fell over. A guy with fluffy blond hair in a small ponytail and a stubbly beard hopped out, looking very angry. "Carlos, what are you doing!?" he yelled.

"Nuts, we had band today didn't we?" Carlos said, smacking himself in the forehead, "Sorry, Quincy. I guess I just forgot."

"It's... fine. You're not that late anyway. Just get your forgetful behind to the Shack ASAP." 

"Can you give me a ride?" Carlos asked hopefully.

"No," Quincy answered and he abruptly jumped back through the rift. Carlos said a bad-language-word. The Shack was the hangout of Carlos's band, an abandoned cabin a little past city limits that nobody owned and Quincy had discovered one day when he was hiking. Unfortunately, it was on the other side of town. Carlos didn't have any Runestones and the bus almost never dropped people off where they needed to be, so Carlos was stuck with finding a ride some other way. Which meant calling Nat. Which meant seeing Nat. Which meant possibly being tormented by Nat. Carlos sighed and opened his tin of scrying bones to see if there was another option. He cast the bone on the pavement which clattered loudly. "Do I have to call Nat?" he asked the stones. The stones began to shift, spinning in a hypnotic pattern...

swirling and floating...

clattering and rumbling...

into a hand gesture that was quite familiar to Carlos. Carlos rolled his eyes and gathered up the bones again. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Nat's number. The phone chime buzzed in his ears until a familiar voice picked up the phone. "Hello, this is the Prime Minister," the voice greeted.

"Ha ha ha," Carlos laughed with no emotion or sincerity or any laughter, "Can I get a ride? I'm out of runestones and Quincy's getting impatient."

"Sir, you must be mistaken. I am the Prime Minister of Canada."

"The Prime Minister is a squid-being, Nat. I don't think she can even talk."

"Yes, you can get a ride. But I'll have to check with my secretary if I'm available. I might have important government stuff to do. In the meantime, you can just keep chewing on your finger."

Carlos jerked his finger out of his mouth (a bad habit) and hung up. Today was going to be a long day.

submitted by General Waffleson
(November 21, 2018 - 10:10 am)

Excellent beginning. If Liv is in their band, things will certainly get interesting...

submitted by Soren Infinity, age 27 eons, BeaconTown
(November 21, 2018 - 12:10 pm)

ahhhhh! You definitely got Quinn’s attitude right, that’s for sure! This is great! 

submitted by Artimerrx
(November 23, 2018 - 9:07 pm)
submitted by btw we started
(November 24, 2018 - 10:50 am)

Carlos didn't have to wait long. A shadow was soon cast over him and he looked up to see a small blimp descending into the park. Carlos rolled his eyes and jogged after it into the park. The park was big, more so than it seemed was necessary. But given all the cult meetings and battles that occurred there, it was more of a safety precaution than anything else. There was plenty of space for the blimp, but also a lot of ground for Carlos to cover. He ran over to the landing spot and came into the clearing where the brown and silver blimp had landed. This was Nat's alright. Bronze-colored cursive letters read The Steam Dream Machine. Carlos walked up the copper steps and opened the door. A bucket fell onto his head.

The bucket was full.

Of water, that it.

Cold water to be specific.

Carlos was wet now. And also a bit miffed. Okay, he was mad. He stomped through the foyer, through the kitchen and into the cockpit of the blimp. Nat was sitting on a spinning chair laughing her goggle-adorned face off. "You (wheeze) should've (snort) seen your (giggle) face!" Carlos lifted the bucket and promptly forcefully gave it to her as a hat. Nat's laughter echoed from the inside of the bucket and she lifted it off of her head. 

"Can I just get to The Shack, please?" Carlos asked.

"Nope, buster! You took a ride on the Nat bus, so now you're gonna have to face the consequences! Bring it here!" Nat spread out her arms in the gesture commonly known as a hug. Carlos walked to the back of the room and sat down to dry off his grey 'Have a Cluckity-Cluck-Cluck Day' shirt. "Well fine then," Nat huffed, "It was just a joke."

"Not a very funny one," Carlos remarked, "Can I get to the Shack now?"

"FIIIIIINE. Whatever MR. BORING GRUMPS." The blimp sputtered and hissed until it lifted into the air. Carlos took his bass out of his bag of holding and began to tune it up.

submitted by General Waffleson, age -455, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(December 1, 2018 - 11:17 am)
submitted by New Part!
(December 1, 2018 - 1:36 pm)

A bit soon, but I'm bored and I like writing these.

 

Carlos managed to get his Bass tuned up, but there was another problem. Nat couldn't land a blimp in the middle of a forest. After a very pleasant discussion that was also rather loud and aggressive and not really very pleasant at all. Nat parked the Blimp on the edge of the woods. "Thank's for the ride," Carlos said. he slung his bass across his back and Nat got up from the Captain's chair. Just as Carlos was walking out of the blimp, a loud voice hollered "GOODBYE ATTACK HUG!" and Carlos was promptly bowled over from behind. Given the dirt floor in front of him, this did not hurt as much as it could've but Nat was heavy and kinda like a cannonball at high velocity. "Gerffome," Carlos mumbled from the dirt. Nat was kinda starting to crack his ribs.

"Fine," Nat said, rolling over and letting Carlos get up. She was laughing.

"Ouch," Carlos replied, dusting himself off before setting off down the path to the Shack. It took about 3 minutes to reach the dark wood structure. The Shack was aptly named, covered in various foliage and spray paint, and slightly lopsided. Right now it was blasting hark-rock-electro-punk very loudly. So loudly one of the nearby magic squirrels had a pair of orange earplugs in. Carlos ran up the steps and shoved the door open. The rest of the band stopped playing except for Scooter who continued to jam on the synth until she noticed the new arrival and stopped.

"Sorry (pant) I'm late guys. Forgot and was already on the other side of town when Quincy came to remind me. HAd to catch a ride with Nat," Carlos explained. 

"Well while you were gone, Popckornn just played one of the best of our songs to date," Quincy remarked dryly.

"Sorry guys. I'll get set up."

submitted by GW- Part 3
(December 2, 2018 - 4:35 pm)

Cool! I'm excited for the next one. You're a great writer, GW! 

submitted by Agent Winter, age Classified
(December 2, 2018 - 4:51 pm)

lol I love it! Im sorry I did not reply before, but I enjoy our writing a lot! Awesome!

 

submitted by Tuxedo Kitten
(December 2, 2018 - 6:21 pm)