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Futuristic Fate of the Stars of Life (EPISODE 3: RP-CONSPIRACY)

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Then I shall wait. Thank you for now having an open mind to Rewby, and having this conversation. I am going to go into Multiverse Mayhem's files once more to run final diagnostics before informing the non-human playerbase that it is safe to enter the game. Good day, Captain.

He tosses the note to her after downing the small cup. When he does so, he throws away the cup, and exits her quarters.
 
Susan nods and watches as Lux leaves the room. After going through the rest of Rewby's portfolio, she then creates a new tab to her eMail account and creates a new draft.
Send New Email
New Email Received
RewbyHoard19
Job Application
Hello, Rewby.

I've gone over your job application documents and, based on the grammar & cleanliness of your resume and the images you provided in your portfolio, I conclude that you are suitable to be hired as engineer of the Human Fleet of the One-Earth Society. Pack up your belongings and essentials and inform your leaders about your new occupation. There will be a shuttle waiting for near your location on the 25th of August, 2105 (Human calendar).

Sincerely,
Captain Susan Spearson.

Susan then sends the eMail to Rewby and proceeds to get ready for bed. She had a long day...

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Floating in a different location in space, we see a very fancy golden space yacht is seen floating near a star system, escorted by a small group of shuttles of varying sizes. Inside the yacht, the jacketless Dollar Bill is seen on his laptop, one hand on the keyboard, the other on a pencil, writing down financial calculations on a piece of paper. While he is humming a tune as he finishes calculating the grand total of debt one of his clients paid (plus compound interest), a woman wearing a black and orange scuba suit, metallic gauntlets, red short hair, and a pair of shades, comes in Dollar Bill's room, placing a cup of tea on his desk. "Afternoon, Bill. Ready for our lil' hangout?" The woman asked, tilting her head and smiling. "Of course, dear. Lemme just finish this and I'll go grab my essentials." Dollar Bill responds, smiling back at her before turning his head back to the computer, sending his client an eMail message about the debt he paid. "Alrighty! I'll just go wait for you outside." The woman responds before leaving Dollar Bill's office. After he sends the eMail to the client, Dollar Bill gets up and prepares himself for his date. After he got his jacket, his twin golden pistols, and a bundle of cold hard cash, Dollar Bill then leaves his office and meets back up with the woman, who was flipping a disc-sized bomb like a coin. "Got everything, Bill?" The woman asked. "Indeed I do, Dyna-Mite. Got my twin pistols, Romeo and Juliet, and some cash if we ever decide to grab a bite to eat." Dollar Bill responds whilst pulling out his pistols and spinning them. "Perfect! Then let's go make a course to-"

Before she can finish her sentence, they heard a loud scratching noise coming from the hallways. Though Dollar Bill's face scrunched up, it immediately falls flat afterward and looks visibly annoyed. He quickly looks for the source of the noise, which was in the hallway. When he looked, he saw his master, scratching up the walls with his artificial left arm, who goes by the name of Doctor Inferno. Though cloaked by the shadows, when he approached Dollar Bill, he reveals to be wearing a white-and-orange lab-coat/jumpsuit hybrid, with boots, a glove on his right arm, black "spiky" hair with orange highlights, and a scar on his left eye. Dollar Bill just simply glares at his master's presence while Dyna-Mite stands behind him, afraid of Doctor Inferno. "A simple 'hello' would've sufficed, Doctor Inferno." Dollar Bill plainly told him as his boss approached him. "I care not for what you think, Dollar Bill." Doctor Inferno responds in a stoic, serious tone. "T. Eorize had taken a loan from you to engage her plan for alien genocide. Based on what you learned, has she succeeded?" Doctor Inferno asked the rich accountant. "It was all over the news, Inferno. Were you creating sketches for your next warship or were you too busy sucking lips with Claw-Dette?" Dollar Bill snarkily asked Inferno, revealing that he doesn't hold entirely good regard to his boss. "Just answer my question." Doctor Inferno sternly ordered Bill. "Well, T. Eorize did technically succeed in her mission, as she killed at least seven billion alien gamers all 'round the colonized planets. Sure, lesser than the expected casualty count, but-" Dollar Bill tries to explain before being cut off by his boss. "'Lesser than expected' is not enough!" Doctor Inferno said to Dollar Bill. "Anything we do is never enough for you, apparently." Dollar Bill fought back, still in a snarky tone. "What about T. Eorize?" Doctor Inferno asked after sighing in frustration. "During her stay in that freighter, as far as I'm aware of, she and her forces were taken out by the Human fleet led by... you-know-who." Dollar Bill responds to his boss, whispering out the last word. Immediately knowing what he meant, Inferno makes an angry glare like he is revisiting a bad memory.

"Susan... that family-abandoning bitch."

END OF EPISODE 3: RP-CONSPIRACY
Three months... Oh, god, why?
 
//To be accurate, it's more like 2 months, but yeah, ouch. Liking where this is going though.
 
//Oh cool! I didn’t know where you got it from. I’m not that creative, I probably would’ve just used a Sponge Bob one, lmao.//
 

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