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    1. Rick Sanchez 9 yrs ago

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Hey M-m--Morty-bleh-look what I just joined. It's RP Guild, Morty!!

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(I'm actually not Rick Sanchez, surprise, surprise.)


Used to be Entropsy, you can call me whatever you want--

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Uuuaagh, I'd like to RP with ya! A lot of what you listed in Fandoms I like sooo that's sweet. My only question is how do you feel about OCs? Cause I usually only use OCs or heavily modified cannon characters.


Heh, yeah, I'll sometimes play my own and I'm 100% open to others', so sure!
Everything about this smelled a little suspicious. The man--he assumed it was a man, judging by the voice and the shape of the shadow--had intended for Aoi, or he was somehow capable of knowing that a.) Todd had been in the closet and b.) he'd escaped from the closet and was able to reach him. And then there was the whole layout--two something-or-others corner them, forcing them to run the other path. It felt off.

But really, Todd didn't have a lot of options; he didn't even have the time to think of a game plan before the man came into view. So he held his breath rather than fleeing when the figure peered around the corner, ominous lighting obscuring a good portion of his features. After a considering pause the man unknowingly met his gaze. The boy leaned away from the displeasure he returned, grinning sheepishly.

"You. I was not expecting you." Yeah, sorry bro.

Alright, the pizza cutter part was kind of funny, but most of the scared smile Todd offered the man was because with his whole body visible, he didn't really feel like offending him. The threads were laughable, all Victorian with the dangling bits and the silly, cliche mustache, but man--just the size of him was enough to freak him out. He doubted he was much past the guy's shoulder even if he forced himself to stand straight.

"I'll make this quick. This facility we're in right now is something of a death trap for the lot of us. Judging from that look, I'd wager you know as much about this as I do. What's important is that we leave. Fortunately for your unfortunate self, I know the way out of here."

Death trap? The mutant stuck a hand to the ceiling and shifted to balance himself against the wall so he could speak face-to-face with him, eyebrows hiked up in concern.

"Naw, I don't know anything dawg. I woke up in a closet, like, fifteen minutes ago. You know what's back there with Kasa-cutie?"

@HHShetland
How's it going? I want some more buddies. The more the merrier, y'know?

▹ I have a lot of nicknames, you can call me RS or Ricky or Joxxie or Jox or whatever you want really. I have no preference.
▹ EST but my schedule varies.
▹ I like roleplaying free on skype and casual on forums, and I tend to talk like a meme OOC because I don't have the energy to put
effort into what I'm typing so...like, don't assume I'm going to roleplay like that too, please? I really don't have a
preference over how good your grammar is or whatever if we're just doing a group of 2 or 3 as long as it's sorta readable.
My skype is apocalick if you wanted it.
▹ Been into roleplay for like, 4-ish years on and off. Whether I one-line or write multi-para usually depends on my partner and what
the situation is in chara, I'm very flexible.
▹ Actually, yeah, that sums me up; flexible.
▹ I have a hard time making my posts go above 499 words, so--
▹ Good at character designs and world-building, I guess? I really like setting up cool plots.
▹ I like fandom roleplay! Not great at action/fighting but I'll try. My favorites tend to be friendship stuff with loads and loads
of fluff and angst, mostly angst, and romance once in a blue moon. I usually go for quasi-serious with some comedy mixed in.
Also I tend to write some really sad shit sometimes, so if that's gonna be a problem I'll warn you if you ask me to. If
you've seen me lurking around the crossover roleplays you've probably seen me playing different variations of Marvel's Toad;
I really, really love him so if you wanna do a crossover and you don't mind playing w/ the frog, or you wanna play in one of
the Marvel universes, I'm probably gonna choose that fucker.
▹ If NSFW is something you wanna do, I'm 17, I'm gonna ask that you're between 16-19. Also that we talk about it via PM or skype.
▹ I tend to work better when there isn't a lot of pressure so I'm not gonna put a lot on you and I ask that you do the same. My
only request is that if you take control of my character, make it small, and don't instinctually know things my char hasn't
told you unless there's justification. I really don't care if you play your OC's w/ mine or any canons I play, I love
hearing about them.
▹ That's all I can think of right now? If there's questions I'll add answers up here. :>

MY FANDOMS (CURRENTLY, PROBABLY MORE BUT I'M VERY LAZY)

▹ Marvel (will try most universes) & some DC or Darkhorse. Realllly like X-Men.
▹ Undertale (still getting used to the characters), Portal
▹ I don't roleplay a lot of canon anime chars, actually.
▹ Heroes of Olympus, Noble Dead
▹ Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, Wander over Yonder, Moomins, Gorillaz, Rick & Morty*, Metalocalypse
▹ And of course I'll roleplay yours or mine original universe--

*Could've figured that out, couldn't you?

Aaaaanyways, feel free to reply if I interest you, if not that's cool. I'm probably gonna update this often.
"I think you mean 'coming out of the closet', and I dunno what a God Eater is, but--"

"--Hold that thought."

Todd abandoned his rebuttal for her poorly-articulated jab at his sexuality in favor of paying attention to the footsteps that sounded a lot more intimidating than they had a minute ago, taking a step back for good measure. His gaze flickered towards the closet--conflict wasn't his thing, y'know? Despite how much he bragged, Todd wasn't as oblivious as most people thought he was; he knew his powers sucked, and that he wasn't necessarily good at using them either.

So hiding in the horrible small space filled with chemicals sounded like a better option than it had a few minutes ago, heterosexuality be damned. It wasn't like either gender was going to take much interest. He started to frantically gesture towards the closet, trying to get Aoi's attention, when a disembodied voice squirmed its way on-scene.

"Little girl... or boy, I do not know!" A pause, it seemed to be coming down the opposite side of the hall. "...But I DO know you can hear me down there! Impending death approaches you from two sides, but fear not! Escape lies in my direction! To not go this way would be the act of a fearless fool!"

Aoi didn't give him time to ponder if anything was strange about a stranger, whose face they could not see, seeming to just know what was going on from farther away from the danger than they did. Orders were something he was comfortable with, and he actually liked the order this time--dying was his least favorite part of a battle.

He wasn't going to argue with someone whose big-ass weapon could turn into an assault rifle at will, anyways. If she survived her heroic urges, he'd have to ask her to let him check it out.

"Yes, Ma'am." He raised his hands in a show of surrender and swiveled, crouched, and hopped the other direction. As had been mentioned, he wasn't much for conflict.

---

Four or so leaps later and he skidded to a halt before the corridor made a sharp, 90o turn--there was the distended shadow of a broad-shouldered man a few feet away, and the vague suspicion he'd experienced moved to the front of his mind. He jumped and stuck to the ceiling, crawled over to peek around the corner--his shoes had made a pretty loud squeak when he stopped, like they usually did, but most people didn't think to look up anyways.

@Sodium @HHShetland
Tolensky fell, of course, with all the grace of a gazelle in roller skates. He took the landing on his face like a champ and quickly rolled to get his bearings--the sudden light blinded him, so he failed at that. Rubbing his eyes with the backs of his palms, the boy leaned into a low crouch.

"So, uh, any idea where we are?"

He didn't shriek at the surprise question from an unknown source, to his credit. Todd just flinched and glared at the blurry figure until his eyes adjusted to the cheap, fluorescent lighting and she came into view--terrible, kind of cool hunk of metal and all, which screamed threatening even while her stance suggested friendly conversation. She was older then he was, most likely, fairly pretty and close to his type--the black clothes could be blacker to contrast the blue, and silver hair wasn't his thing after so many months of Pietro fussing over his own. Whatever. He was a little too freaked out to flirt, anyways.

He put his palms on his knees and rose, cautiously, until he was in a high-enough stance to jump if need be. He thought he heard more footsteps--louder ones--down some far-off corridor, but ignored it for sake of answering questions and asking his own. Immediate danger took priority, even if cute and not necessarily looking for a fight.

"Man, how should I know?" His voice was a little uneven and he eyed her weapon warily, wondering what it even did. He hadn't seen tech like that before. "They put me in a closet, foo'. And who the heck are you? And what is that?"

@Sodium @HHShetland
@Sodium @Scrapula Sorry guys, I've been on my phone for the past few days, graduation requirement projects have been taking up a lot of my time. It's not a great excuse, I realize, but it's a reason.

Anyways, it's the weekend now. All my apologies and I'll post tonight.
I'm a little concerned that the only characters we've got thus far have been either working with The Institute or on their own, but I suppose it's to be expected.


Since there are so many factionless, maybe they could join the other two later on. How do they learn about these things, anyways? Where's the registration form? Are there door-to-door salesmen for them? Do they have yard signs?
"Lemme out, you freaks!"

From the camera angle in the hallway, the janitor's closet to the far left gave a shudder as something bore into it, but it didn't budge. The metal bolts against the frame made sure of that. Then there was another audible thump, something landing bodily against a wall or the floor; another high-pitched screech and a shudder, and the camera location changed.

Everything inside the small, enclosed space was hued in blacks and greens, with Vohaul Entertainment's newest court jester sprawled on the floor.

The teenager groaned. Everything smelled like antiseptic in here and for lack of better term, it was freaking him out. His head was still throbbing with whatever they'd taken him down with, and apparently whoever kidnapped him hadn't done their research well; Todd was allergic to most chemical bases. Wasn't gonna be much of an entertaining lay if he was dead and peely, was he?

Of course, his abductor probably wasn't interested in that (or at least, yeesh, he hoped not). More than likely, he'd been captured by some anti-mutant fanatics, or maybe wherever he'd stepped into last had something against any homo sapiens. Either way, the scent in the tiny, claustrophobic closet smelled like Lysol and impending doom and a very woozy and blinded Todd wanted out.

He rolled into a crouch gracefully, propelled himself against the door with enough force to dent steel. The rebound sent him against the Metal Shelf of Things That Could Burn His Face Off and Todd flinched, waiting for everything to come spilling down. He was lucky this time, only knocking over a glass or two, and in the dark he could still see that they'd rolled off harmlessly to rest against the restraints he'd weaseled out of earlier.

He gagged at the burny, offending objects in horror and tried again. "Yo, let me out! I can't stay in here, it reeks!"

One more ram convinced the metal bolts, which had bending against the force of Todd's powerful legs rather than the weight of his body, and the kid went flailing into the hallway.

@Sodium, @HHShetland

Name -- Todd Tolensky
Alias -- Toad
Universe -- X-Men: Evolution
Type -- Canon
Age -- 17YRSO
Faction -- Factionless (currently)


Appearance: Kinda greasy-lookin'. His spine is curved, making it easier to crouch longer than the average person. His gait is bow-legged and hunched while walking; on four legs, hopping, he kind of flails a bit. He has a noticeable Brooklyn accent, though some of his colloquialisms seem as if they've been borrowed from television or comic book characters (and, oh, they have been). (x)

Personality: About as slimy as his abilities from the outside, Toad is a twerp and if there's anything he enjoys more than annoying other people, it's pick-pocketing. A veteran opportunist, he's in it to win it scrape by and make some profit for his own damn self. There's some genuine depth and hurting underneath; he struggles with a clusterfuck of abandonment issues and lacks self-esteem entirely, but his fake-it-til-you-make-it outlook does a fantastic job of covering it.

Tolensky's surprisingly loyal, even submissive and passive towards what he's often aware is abuse if just for the sake of receiving some sort of affection from someone. He purposely belies his intelligence, despite being a very talented mechanic and more intuitive than one would assume--he's a good in-field thinker, logical but emotionally aware. But mostly, he just goes out of his way to annoy people.

Abilities: (Wiki article? Wiki article.), Thievery, some combat, Mechanical Engineering & Programming, annoying OP daughters of Magneto
Equipment: Think Ray Park's costume for the first X-Men movie, spandex hides X-gene from most scanners, shin guards are titanium alloy

Background: Born in to a poor couple in NYC, with a long list of "birth defects", Todd could have never had it easy growing up. His father split as soon as the nurse handed him a jaundiced, rail-thin baby with bugging eyes, and Mama didn't stick around much longer either--at age five the boy was lost to the system. Bounced from foster home to foster home and picked on mercilessly for his appearance by his peers, Tolensky's personality and grades suffered for it.

After failing middle school, he was approached by Raven Darkholme--Mystique--and was recruited as the Brotherhood of Bayville's first boarder, only somewhat non-consensuallysee footnote. Of course, Mystique trained him when she could, but he was never all that good at fighting and had been better suited for stealth ops. And since Pietro joined two weeks after him (who could run into a S.H.I.E.L.D. base, steal their files and release their incarcerates, poke out Fury's other eye, and then run back out again all in the span of a few seconds) the Toad very quickly became renown as the Most Useless Member of the Brotherhood Boys.

After the spiel with mutants being outed to the public by that super-scary douchebag, Mags, who Todd happened to work for at the time, and then the whole Apocalypse thing, the Brotherhood found themselves not arguing as much with the X-Men--heck, even working with them more often--and Todd drifted away from his teammates.

One and a half years later finds the him more of a gadgeteer genius than he'd already been. An unattractive highschool dropout with no real aspirations and quite a few people who disliked him, Todd was looking for a way to escape; when some old hobo popped out of nowhere during a very dark moment in his life, told him the answer was in the box, and then proceeded to fuck off to another dimension, the teenager wents nuts trying to decipher what ancient proverb he'd been dealt.

Some 200 overcomplicated, failed attempts at creating a portal device using Forge's old tech and he figures it out. It's literally just a goddamn box. Hell's bells.

(Footnote: Mystique is a scary lady.)
Looks super cool, I'm always a slut for crossovers and I've been chafing at the bit to play this specific version of my favorite marvel char anyways. I have a problem.

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