Hey! Welcome to an Agents RP thread. We have basic RP rules. Please do not FRP, godmod, etc. This will result in us just ignoring your part. Please post your characters. I will do so soon.
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Jul 21, 2021 14:57:07 GMT
CRASH!
*A metal arm breaks through the destroyed door, forcefully pushing it open.*
"Good work, Dyna-mite. Now we finally have some breathing room...and after all these years isn't it just so good to have breath of fresh air?"
*Following the metal armed man in a trench coat is another man struggling to climb over the debris with his saw arm, cutting up anything in his way. A third having mechanical spider limbs for legs crawls on the celling and begins to complement the scenery.*
"Yes, but look here it's empty. Nothing around but papers yellowed with age and *sniffs* a can of cream soda."
*Dropping down from the ceiling, the man is about to throw away the can when another man with golden hair takes it from him and drinks the remaining contents.*
"Yum!"
*A women with a claw for an arm rolls her eyes --- clearly disgusted. Making her way to the abandoned computer, she tries to punch in some numbers, but it proves unsuccessful. Afterwards, she covers her nose.*
"Ugh, Slime, can you go somewhere else? You're stinking up the place!"
*A green man wearing a helmet to contain his slime head simply smiles in response, but is quickly startled by another man wearing a metal shark helmet slamming his fist into the computer. The computer quickly boots up, and the man later waddles off to the aquarium section in search of his pet robots.*
*Tinkering with his scope, a man with a laser for an arm anxiously looks around the room for any signs of trouble.*
"Hmph, well if you ask me it's too quiet. Where is D.B. anyway?"
*Patting him on the shoulder, the man in the white lab coat reassures his cohort.*
"Mr. Bill will join us soon enough. He is merely fulfilling an overdue debt."
*Walking towards the computer screen, he laughs at the case files being played and turns to face his crew, now standing at attention.*
"Now, friends, it has been too long since our last outing. Like a Phoenix born out of the flames of patience and time, we arise! As The resurrected League of Dr. Inferno!"
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Jul 21, 2021 14:57:33 GMT
A discarded and beyond reparable Magma Drone sat in the corner of the room, neglected and forgotten by the rogues. It began to slightly shuffle and move, quietly transmitting one sentence. "Sirs, this is Agent Trace. We have a situation..."
***
"We...have...a situation...Sirs, this is Agent Trace. We have a situation."
The hand of an old man touches the console.
"Copy that Trace."
He heads over to a glass display case and opens the door, revealing a high-tech suit bearing an emblem of the letter "A". He pins a license to the belt of the suit and wipes dust off the print. It reads a name. "Agent Chase."
He puts on a pair of shades. "Time to get the band back together."
A discarded and beyond reparable Magma Drone sat in the corner of the room, neglected and forgotten by the rogues. It began to slightly shuffle and move, quietly transmitting one sentence. "Sirs, this is Agent Trace. We have a situation..."
***
"We...have...a situation...Sirs, this is Agent Trace. We have a situation."
The hand of an old man touches the console.
"Copy that Trace."
He heads over to a glass display case and opens the door, revealing a high-tech suit bearing an emblem of the letter "A". He pins a license to the belt of the suit and wipes dust off the print. It reads a name. "Agent Chase."
He puts on a pair of shades. "Time to get the band back together."
*Proceeds to play 'Secret Agent Man" as the title sequence plays whilst we await for more RP members...*
A discarded and beyond reparable Magma Drone sat in the corner of the room, neglected and forgotten by the rogues. It began to slightly shuffle and move, quietly transmitting one sentence. "Sirs, this is Agent Trace. We have a situation..."
***
"We...have...a situation...Sirs, this is Agent Trace. We have a situation."
The hand of an old man touches the console.
"Copy that Trace."
He heads over to a glass display case and opens the door, revealing a high-tech suit bearing an emblem of the letter "A". He pins a license to the belt of the suit and wipes dust off the print. It reads a name. "Agent Chase."
He puts on a pair of shades. "Time to get the band back together."
*Proceeds to play 'Secret Agent Man" as the title sequence plays whilst we await for more RP members...*
*The record player is somehow not broken from waiting this long. Unfortunately for the minifigure sprawled on the ground, it might be too late.*
