Oh forgot, lemme tell you the plot I have in mind. If you don't like it I can make another.))
You received an email (or whatever form of a message that fits your character.) For a job interview at a organization called C.O.R.L. you agree to take a flight (or whatever transportation fits your character.) To a place named shore island. Once you arrived their you immediately noticed and entrance that looked like a nuclear bunker door that seemed to lead to the ocean. Perhaps a underwater facility? You open the door and follow the pathway to find a desk, and a ton of researchers and scientists! The employee at the desk lead you to a room which looked like a interrogation room and opened the door letting you step into it. Four people stood in the room, one looked to be in their twenty's, the other their thirty's, and the youngest looking ones looked to be nineteen and seventeen. “Ah, so this is the poor kid they sent to join us?” the one that looked to be nineteen said. The one who looked to be in their twenty's said: “We won't know the retards skills till we ask, so let's just get to it!" He said sounding irritated.
(He has more personality you'll see, all of them do. If you don't like the plot I can make a new one, also sorry I was lurking for a bit so I couldn't copy it in time.)
Nice, wheatlys some portal character or something? I've played it before, long time ago though.))
Gotcha, haha I like the cured cancer part I find it funny XD also sorry for making the prompt where you have to post first, unless you don't mind posting first.)
I dont mind!/ Mason took a quick glance around the room, and frowned. “First off, I'm no retard. Second,” He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “Wheatly, please scan. ” he stated politely. An obnoxious British voice responded, “Sure can, boss!” as the others were engulfed in a blue light. “Data download 100% sir!” the voice responded! Mason stated, “Thanks, Wheatley. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mason Lloyd," He pulls out a small syringe. “And this is the cure for 4 types of cancer, those being breast, skin, meatoscopic breast and genital cancers. I invented this. So I'm no retard.”
Tide glanced at everyone. “You some kind of medic?” Tide asked, confused. “And huh data scanner? Pretty useful too. He might be a good team member. As long as he's good with some kind of weapon, if not then he'll be useless.” Querl was in a corner with Wendall, and Umbra was next to Tide.
(Their data is in their bios by the way.)
Tide laughed. Seemingly getting a little bit more friendly. “Why the fuck didn't you say so bitch? Your on our team, oh the best team corps of reef labs has to offer!” he got a stack of pages and told him to sign and read everything in them. “And now your working for a bunch of fish men. Wavians, blah, why'd Tc have I name my race that" Querl finally said something. “Except the rest of us on your team, including Lloyd.”
(C.O.R.L is pronounced like Coral.)
“Wheatley already read it all for me.” He signs it gladly, with a grin on his face. He pulled out a weird gun and a glowing domed magazine filled with syringes and loaded it. “Time to practice medicine. Oh, and also, call me Cancer. That's what the SEAL boys called me, anyway.”
Umbra said: “Are you a medic or are you some sort of mad scientist who tests his experiments on the battlefield?” Umbra said jokingly. wendall still hadn't spoke. “He's an odd addition.” Querl said.
Umbra nodded. “The robot, it your phone?-" Tide cut him off. “Enough asking, we have a mission issued by the higher ups in C.O.R.L. were going to destroy an oil mine and leave nothing behind. Their polluting the ocean and death of the sea creatures is rising. C.O.R.L doesn't give a shit whether your new or not, they give you missions they think you can do, and missions they need someone to take care of. Any questions Cancer?”
Umbra was about to say something else but Tide glared at him. “Ah, no standard weapons. You chose, they have five armies worth of weapons, explosives, vehicles, artillery, even more then that are the ships. You wont believe how big this organization is. They have the most powerful military in the entire continent of Areos. But ignoring my rant-.” Umbra burst out laughing. “And your telling me to be quiet! Look at you blabbering about C.O.R.L!" Tide grunted. "Shut. Up." And moving on from that the last thing you should know is that we don't make plans, we make them on the go. But this one's straight forward, a stealth mission, or not. If Umbra gets trigger happy and fires a grenade into the oil and sets it ablaze."
Tide rolled his eyes. “Your Umbra's long lost brother.” He opened the door and stepped out. An employee came up to him but he waved them off cutting off the employee as their were talking. “Follow me.” They walked for what felt like a mile and finally got to the armory. “We got armor too.”
Tide nodded. “Much of us just carry some basic armor, except for Umbra here. He's a different story. Sometimes I wonder how he moves around.” Umbra chuckled. “Weren't you worried about the mission?” Tide responded with: “Oh shut the fuck up and get the humvee!" He yelled at Umbra. Querl and Wendall still hadn't said anything, well querl had. Once since Mason arrived.
“Now I approve of that!” Umbra said patting his shoulder. Tide scoffed, Querl and wendall were still quiet. “Alright alright I'm getting the humvee!” He said as he jogged to the humvee and drove over to them and got out. He tossed the keys to Tide. “I call gunner!” He said. “Are you sure to can fit?” Querl then spoke to Umbra.
Tide glared at Mason. “I'm a fish person, Cancer.” He said gritting his teeth. Umbra was somehow able to fit in the gunners seat, and querl and Wendall sat in the back.
Tide focused on driving and listened to what mason said but didn't respond. After a couple hours they arrived. Tide stepped out and parked on a ledge. “Looks like someone had the same idea….” The entire oil mine was well filled with oil, over flowed. Not even the oil rigs could be seen. “Now I'll find whoever did that and thank them, after I burn-.” He casually blocked a leg from someone trying to kick him. He turned around and then smiled, “Thomas so that's who overflowed the mine?” Thomas looked at the mime ignoring him. “I want to swim in that. Wait…why does that remind me of grog? Also uh oil mine? Nope no clue this was here.” Tide sighed. “Go with querl and Wendall to find whoever did it. Most likely some of the tree folk. Annoying creatures. Of course it's polluting their Forest were not to far from it. Also what the fuck is grog?” Thomas shrugs. “Uruks like it.”
“What the fuck is an Uruk?”
“Do you know what an or is?”
“I asked what grog was.”
Thomas lost interest in the conversation and hopped down the entire ledge. Tide sighed.
“Well if you want to do something, go with querl and Wendall. Me and Umbra are setting this place on fire.”
“Ok.” He smiles, and walks over to Querl. “Let's roll.” He says, loading his Honey badger and tossing around a grenade.
Querl eyed the grenade. “Careful.” Querl and Wendall moved forward and stepped on top off a rocky cliff side nearby and shimmied down the cliff side. Querl looked back and motioned for Mason to follow.
“Finding fuel, lighting it on fire and tossing it into the pool of oil, and destroy the oil mine further.” Wendall was still quiet.
(Also when I say Wendall is quiet I'm not trying to make you interact with him, he's just not speaking XD)
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