RE: Masks 2
06-15-2019, 09:26 PM
And then with the fall of six more empty cans of nacho cheese, bouncing down the landing pad like tumbleweeds in the wind, came ace pilot Richard "The Big Cheese" Max, top pilot of the resistance and hero to all who knew him. With the incredible power to pilot any craft with cans of processed 'nacho cheese', Richard was capable of flying missions into dangerous territories where fuel stops were infeasible. His flight suit, bearing the badges of the resistance and a large embroidered cheese wedge patch, drew tight against his muscled physique. His eyes, the color of which were a mystery, were hidden behind a pair of custom aviators, modified to resemble the shape and color of cheddar cheese wheels. His strong jaw supported the weight of a formidable handle-bar mustache, and as he removed his flight helmet, his swiss-colored locks flew down into the wind.
"People of the resistance," he spoke in a meltingly-smooth voice, "I'm here to help ya'll Monterey Jack up the Omnicorp."
"How was I supposed to know we were supposed to just walk in, I thought we'd be, I dunno, guided in by guards through secret passages or somethin'! I figured this whole meetin'd be takin' place in some spooky castle!"
A somewhat tall, lean person ambled down the the cargo ramp. He was dressed in a slightly-off attire popular in the rodeo scenes of the 90s: worn jeans, long sleeved red-and-black plaid, black cowboy hat, boots, and a bolo tie. But details betrayed his age and more trendy tastes. For starters, the jeans were red, the buttons on the shirt had LEDs in them, the bolo tie was made from metallic fibers, the rims on the side of the hat were bent up perpendicularly, and both hat and boots had decorative metallic accents. This was Textro fashion, a retro fashion trend that was popular among Texas' teens to twenties youth.
His bolo tie and belt buckle were silver, with a jet black star set in the center of both. On his belt were three holstered guns, and a worn messenger bag hung off his back. He sported a slight five o'clock shadow, black stubble shading his chin, and the naturally tan skin of his hands and face looked a little dirty. His brown eyes darted about, taking in the details around him.
Following him directly was a person with gold, slightly metallic skin. They had platinum hair tied back into a ponytail and striking purple eyes. They wore mostly un-notable civilian clothes, with the exception of their shirt, which had a large, badly-artifacted image of a horse on it, with "HOARSE" written in multicolored, glittered letters. They were completely unarmed.
Equally unarmed was the person after them, an unassuming man with short blondish-tan hair, grey eyes, and a happy smile. He was dressed less like 'resistance fighter' and more like 'boring accountant.' His shirt was, however, covered with various smiley face and happy emoji pins. He waved to whoever happened to look his way. And sometimes even to people who didn't. He just seemed happy to be here.
Next to them was a woman in all black, sporting an imposing black duster, large tricorne hat, and a large black leather, silver-accented rifle case on her back. The only thing clashing somewhat with the severe classy goth aesthetic she had was her t-shirt, which sported an anime girl with hyper-realistic bleeding eyes, with the name "SANGUINE SONICA" underneath. Anyone in the know would recognize that as being a Vocaloid Death Punk band.
Following her, there was a ginger man who appeared to be in his early twenties. He wore completely regular black sports gear, with a sports hoodie on top of it. A quiver and bow hung off his back, and from under his hood he quietly observed everyone with sharp green eyes.
After him was someone who resembled the first new arrival, dressed in similar textro fashion, but in many ways opposite the other. Whereas the other's clothers were black and red, this man's clothes were shades of white and blue. Whereas the first man preferred silver accents, this one preferred gunmetal grey. Whereas the first man had black stars set in his tie clasp and belt buckle, this one had opalescent whites. Over his white and blue plaid shirt he wore a light tan, faux leather vest, upon which was pinned a sheriff's badge. On the other side of the vest was an embroidered badge of a coyote seizing a knife in its mouth. Unlike his counterpart, this man bore no guns, but did, upon even the lightest inspection, appear to carry many, many knives, including a katana on his back, which had a traditionally wrapped handle but was clearly made of modern materials, a large bowie knife on his belt, and a slightly smaller knife next to it that... Appeared to have a vape stick built into the handle? He took off his hat coolly, showing off his hair, which has half-shaved into a buzz cut, and half pulled back into a ponytail, but otherwise didn't seem too interested in his surroundings.
Following close behind him was a hulk of a man, wearing what was once a fashionable heavy hooded jacket that had the arms ripped forcefully off of it. But the reason for that should be apparent as once saw the large, gold-painted prosthetic arms he was sporting. Underneath, he wore a fishnet shirt, showing that despite having prosthetics he was still incredibly muscular, and a pair of ripped camo shorts, with a nice pair of sneakers. Painted on the back of his jacket, in bronze spray paint, was the name "THE BRONZE BOZ." From underneath the fur-lined hood and a mane of green dreads he watched the swordsman ahead of him closely, but with an air of concern for a friend who was doing something risky. Occasionally, he'd bring up a holographic display from his forearm and check what appeared to be complex statistics and diagnostics related to his arms. Likely a nervous habit.
Finally, bringing up the rear, an older man with grey hair, hidden under a grey cowboy hat. He wore a gaudy long-sleeved shirt patterned to look like the Texan flag, a pair of regular blue jeans, and some plain brown cowboy boots that had seen plenty of wear. While this man looked out of his prime, he was still armed, with revolvers on his belt, which sported a painted steel buckle that depicted a star with the words "COME AND TAKE IT" beneath it.
The first man, the one in red and black, looked for someone to wave down so he could figure out where they all should go. The one in blue didn't even wait for that, just walking confidently ahead, his prosthetically-armed companion following close behind.
"People of the resistance," he spoke in a meltingly-smooth voice, "I'm here to help ya'll Monterey Jack up the Omnicorp."
"How was I supposed to know we were supposed to just walk in, I thought we'd be, I dunno, guided in by guards through secret passages or somethin'! I figured this whole meetin'd be takin' place in some spooky castle!"
A somewhat tall, lean person ambled down the the cargo ramp. He was dressed in a slightly-off attire popular in the rodeo scenes of the 90s: worn jeans, long sleeved red-and-black plaid, black cowboy hat, boots, and a bolo tie. But details betrayed his age and more trendy tastes. For starters, the jeans were red, the buttons on the shirt had LEDs in them, the bolo tie was made from metallic fibers, the rims on the side of the hat were bent up perpendicularly, and both hat and boots had decorative metallic accents. This was Textro fashion, a retro fashion trend that was popular among Texas' teens to twenties youth.
His bolo tie and belt buckle were silver, with a jet black star set in the center of both. On his belt were three holstered guns, and a worn messenger bag hung off his back. He sported a slight five o'clock shadow, black stubble shading his chin, and the naturally tan skin of his hands and face looked a little dirty. His brown eyes darted about, taking in the details around him.
Following him directly was a person with gold, slightly metallic skin. They had platinum hair tied back into a ponytail and striking purple eyes. They wore mostly un-notable civilian clothes, with the exception of their shirt, which had a large, badly-artifacted image of a horse on it, with "HOARSE" written in multicolored, glittered letters. They were completely unarmed.
Equally unarmed was the person after them, an unassuming man with short blondish-tan hair, grey eyes, and a happy smile. He was dressed less like 'resistance fighter' and more like 'boring accountant.' His shirt was, however, covered with various smiley face and happy emoji pins. He waved to whoever happened to look his way. And sometimes even to people who didn't. He just seemed happy to be here.
Next to them was a woman in all black, sporting an imposing black duster, large tricorne hat, and a large black leather, silver-accented rifle case on her back. The only thing clashing somewhat with the severe classy goth aesthetic she had was her t-shirt, which sported an anime girl with hyper-realistic bleeding eyes, with the name "SANGUINE SONICA" underneath. Anyone in the know would recognize that as being a Vocaloid Death Punk band.
Following her, there was a ginger man who appeared to be in his early twenties. He wore completely regular black sports gear, with a sports hoodie on top of it. A quiver and bow hung off his back, and from under his hood he quietly observed everyone with sharp green eyes.
After him was someone who resembled the first new arrival, dressed in similar textro fashion, but in many ways opposite the other. Whereas the other's clothers were black and red, this man's clothes were shades of white and blue. Whereas the first man preferred silver accents, this one preferred gunmetal grey. Whereas the first man had black stars set in his tie clasp and belt buckle, this one had opalescent whites. Over his white and blue plaid shirt he wore a light tan, faux leather vest, upon which was pinned a sheriff's badge. On the other side of the vest was an embroidered badge of a coyote seizing a knife in its mouth. Unlike his counterpart, this man bore no guns, but did, upon even the lightest inspection, appear to carry many, many knives, including a katana on his back, which had a traditionally wrapped handle but was clearly made of modern materials, a large bowie knife on his belt, and a slightly smaller knife next to it that... Appeared to have a vape stick built into the handle? He took off his hat coolly, showing off his hair, which has half-shaved into a buzz cut, and half pulled back into a ponytail, but otherwise didn't seem too interested in his surroundings.
Following close behind him was a hulk of a man, wearing what was once a fashionable heavy hooded jacket that had the arms ripped forcefully off of it. But the reason for that should be apparent as once saw the large, gold-painted prosthetic arms he was sporting. Underneath, he wore a fishnet shirt, showing that despite having prosthetics he was still incredibly muscular, and a pair of ripped camo shorts, with a nice pair of sneakers. Painted on the back of his jacket, in bronze spray paint, was the name "THE BRONZE BOZ." From underneath the fur-lined hood and a mane of green dreads he watched the swordsman ahead of him closely, but with an air of concern for a friend who was doing something risky. Occasionally, he'd bring up a holographic display from his forearm and check what appeared to be complex statistics and diagnostics related to his arms. Likely a nervous habit.
Finally, bringing up the rear, an older man with grey hair, hidden under a grey cowboy hat. He wore a gaudy long-sleeved shirt patterned to look like the Texan flag, a pair of regular blue jeans, and some plain brown cowboy boots that had seen plenty of wear. While this man looked out of his prime, he was still armed, with revolvers on his belt, which sported a painted steel buckle that depicted a star with the words "COME AND TAKE IT" beneath it.
The first man, the one in red and black, looked for someone to wave down so he could figure out where they all should go. The one in blue didn't even wait for that, just walking confidently ahead, his prosthetically-armed companion following close behind.